Submissive Girls with Tools 5 - (Male-On-Futa/Futasub Stories)
Episode: 'Legendary Dickgirls: The Dommed Rebel (1)'
I am not a bully. I refuse to be seen as such. Even though what lead up to that 'insult' being carelessly thrown around could have led me to 'lapse' into that habit.
First, I have to explain the situation: I am a proud member of the Vastaya, specifically of the Lhotlan kind. Humans would say that we are the 'bird' ones due to some of our unique details akin to normal avians. It was a sign we were attuned with nature, that we were the proud heirs of the Spiritual World and its protectors.
I was born with average skills. I wouldn't say I was 'bad', but I was far from some of the more known names in the tribe and beyond. These 'Champions' were supposedly role models, individuals for the other Vastayans to learn from and become better. Hardly anyone would criticize those people but...
It kind of becomes frustrating when you are the sole one aware of one of the worst possible.
To be more specific, we are talking about my 'roommates'. Xayah was one of those Champions, someone that was known as 'The Rebel' for being quite disruptive of the mindset her parents had over the events that led to our status as nomads and...
I met her mother and she was literally a housewife with a passion for knitting. Her father? A patriot that could hardly do much to overrule the collective decision to not fight off the humans early on. How is that a good reason to hate them?
Brave, strong, but also a hoarder and someone that tended to 'forget' when it was her turn to take out the trash.
And while this may not sound like a problem, let me rephrase this with some extra details: we were not living in one of those 'flats' humans in the south used. No, we lived in a tent. A barely big tent for two individuals that had their own need for privacy.
...Hm? Rakan? The guy was indeed a close friend of Xayah, but any intimacy seemed to die off due to a detail that I was quite aware about.
Xayah was born with a dick. A woman with a dick, a pair of hefty balls and a pussy under all of that. And the reason I was constantly reminded of that was that each night would see some loud moaning coming from her side of the tent. As someone with twice the heat rounds, Xayah was a menace in her efforts to get a quick rubbing session started and ended.
She edged too much, she went for tame sessions that lasted hours and I could barely catch any sleep with her sudden yelps and loud orgasms.
One would think that this sort of issues would drive me to kick her out, regardless of the reputational damage I may incur with the tribe, but the real issue was that I was tangled up in a web of reasons and expectations that had made it impossible for me to just ban her from the tent.
The first reason was the silliest one: I was her first friend. Back then, I thought she was just a little boy like I was. She hardly had any girlish traits beyond her cute face and her habit to pick flowers to make crowns with it. She dressed as a boy, she liked to smash training dummies like a boy but... she was not a boy.
Her frame adapted within her puberty many decades ago, growing more feminine around her flanks and butt, and yet her breasts hardly developed to B-cup. Her dick grew too, and it soon left the girl in an awkward spot since almost no one knew of her situation.
It wouldn't truly be upsetting to know that 'Xayah the Rebel' was a dickgirl. I doubt the elders would give a flying fuck, but it would be an issue for Xayah- enough to make her think she would need to exile herself. And that would really be a problem for us all.
Albeit a troublesome woman, Xayah had years and years of successful hardworking to be proud of. She had limited human expansion within Ionia far more than other Vastayans could and... well, I guess she is also my childhood friend.
Despite all of this, my patience has a limit.
I would usually find a way to be out with another friend when it was mating season. I had months to prepare for that sort of mess, to be ready to not be around Xayah during her nightly urges but... well, I forgot this year.
I had been so busy with the recent progress made in reclaiming our homeland that I had forgotten to check the calendar until it was too late. By the time the first wave of heat came through, I was already dreading the next three months as the toughest in the last few years.
The issue with heat cycles for normal female Vastayans was that they would let out a special scent that made males 'aware' that they were horny and quite fertile. In the case of Xayah, however, the scent was stronger, and she tended to get extremely louder in her sessions. And she would also do these during daytime.
I could leave the tent, I could try to be doing more chores and other stuff, but... the stench of a Virgin Dickgirl fapping frequently for days was not exactly something I liked to return back to. Even more when her loud moans started to shift towards me as her wet dreams were aiming primarily at the closest individual she had around: Me.
After just a week of this, I had enough. I had issues finding a mate myself, but I didn't become an unbearable lust-demon because I had good rep with the tribe. So, I plotted something to somehow 'change' the situation altogether.
"Wanna go for a spar?"
Xayah perked up at the question as it was an extremely rare occurrence for me to invite her for training. I had stopped 'asking her out' decades ago, mostly because she was busy for long times and because she had become unbearable.
I hardly saw her so giddy for something as simple as mere training, and as we were doing some warmup for the spar, I could tell that her horny gauge was quite high. Squatting low, her ass was revealed by her small lower cloth, and her backsack was visible through the bulge it created on the shorts.
She looked smug, showing her butt off like that as if to get off from the way she was already getting hard through the spar. Before starting, I made the biggest step within the plan known and pushed through.
"How about a bet?"
"Hm? What bet?"
"I win, you get to do what I want for a week."
"And if I win?"
"You get the right to do that."
That was too good of an offer for her to say no to and the fight was quite intense despite a big advantage on my side: I didn't have to struggle with a boner making movements awkward. Since it was also a fight until one side surrendered to the other, we were both holding back from using attacks that were deadly.
With that sort of limitations, I had control over the match and, much to my relief, I had her beat within ten minutes. Growling, Xayah's pride was bruised by the swift loss, but as she was trying to get off the ground, she was stunned by my hand pulling her from behind her head and pushing her onto her my groin.
Eyes went wide open, but rather than pushing away at once, Xayah went stiff and... sniffed. She sniffed all that sweat and musk coming off from my hardening dick after that hard-earned victory. Her female brain, amplified by the heat, couldn't ignore the urge to do something naughty with what was presented to her.
"Do you really think you are a quiet slut at night? That I don't notice you masturbate all day long when you are not out for our job? Do you think that I wouldn't react after being stuck with your horny moments for so long, Xayah?"
Shuddering, a hint of panic spread on her face as she was starting to rub against my crotch.
"Y-You... You know?"
"For years. I tried to ignore how much of a cheap whore you are in the private, but fuck- I can handle your sluttery only so much so much, Xayah. I am your first friend, and I am at my wit's ends. Do you know what's going to happen now?"
Gulping nervously, she appeared unsure of what to say or do. I helped her with that by pulling down my pants and freeing the last 'barrier' between her and the thing she was craving for. Once more, her eyes widened and, without thinking, she started to kiss at my shaft.
"I have seven days. Seven days where you will be my mate. Seven days where instead of fapping, you will get impaled, fucked and bred by my cock. You are not getting out of this deal so you better start sucking and slurping my seed, bitch."
Some would have seen this as insanely controlling. And a bit of a 'big' jump compared to my previous responses but... I had years and years and years of awareness of what Xayah wanted from a mate. Rakan had been the closest to achieve that sort of balance between dominating and charming. While I knew that Xayah wanted to just be dommed by someone that she viewed as 'above her'. Not much as 'stronger or smarter', but just 'tougher' compared to her usual antics.
So, I knew already that she wouldn't refuse. Not when her tongue started to comply with the order. What ensued was a sloppy, clumsy and extremely inexperienced effort to worship my cock. I wouldn't say I had much awareness on what differences truly stood out, but I could tell that Xayah was struggling but pushing forth out of cock-hungriness than anything else.
Her autonomous self-thrusting against my cock once she started to suck on the shaft further proved how desperate she was for sex. Within her desperation, I also saw giddiness and arousal and delight as the slutty side of her that had been kept in the indoors was now coming out. And she was more than happily sharing this with someone that, despite her unwillingness to share the topic, knew what she truly was.
I guess that played heavily in her accepting since 'she had no choice' in her logical view of things, while her lustful thoughts coerced her to be more proactive on the matter.
What ensued was then an intense cumshot that she drunk greedily after fully sheathing my dick inside her tight throat. Gagging a little, Xayah surprised me by actually succeeding in dumping all that thick white cream down her gullet.
Pulling the dick out of her mouth, the thing was pristine clean, just a layer of saliva remaining.
At the same time, Xayah had let out her own dick and fapped while getting drilled in her throat. The intense foreplay, done in such a public area where anyone could have stumbled in the act, ended up making her cum three times within the span of twenty minutes.
It was the fastest she had creamed, this much I knew, and she was spent at this point despite it being a mere blowjob. Cleaning up was an hassle, especially since Xayah was lying on the nearby bench, trying to recover her thoughts on what had just occurred.
Despite the chance of her refusing to go ahead with my demands after what happened, I knew confidence was her weakspot when she was unsure over something.
"Tonight, you will sleep with me."
She appeared shocked by this order, but I left without listening to an answer. I knew she wanted this as she presented herself by my side of the tent at night, wearing just a shirt and having her flaccid dick out as she shyly took a seat by my bed.
It was time to 'fix' my roommate for good.
AN
Hm, should I also keep things within the 'Magnetus-verse' side of things? Like, Ahri is a short-dicked futa, Soraka is a shy big-dicked one and so on?
Also... suggestions! Keep 'em going!