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- Herausgeber: Between the Two
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Sexy Futa Sci-Fi Stories
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Sexy Futa Sci-Fi Stories
© May 2018 Gia Maria Marquez
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
This book is for sale to ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be access by minors.
Cover © 2018 Gia Maria Marquez
First Edition 2018
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Sexy Futa Sci-Fi Stories
By Gia Maria Marquez
In this book:
Fertile Futa and the Masters of Impregnation
Body Electric Futanari Sex Toy
Team Futanari and the Magic Basketball
Fertile Futa and the Masters of Impregnation
Clara slammed the door, threw her purse on the floor, and stomped upstairs. When she got to her bedroom, she unzipped her boots and threw them against the wall. That should have felt better than it did. She screamed, “I hate you, Peter!”
“Hey!” Tamzin yelled through the wall. “Keep it down over there!”
Instant embarrassment overtook Clara and she meekly said, “Sorry!”
One of these days they’d have to do something about the paper-thin walls they shared. The neighbours in the next townhouse unit worked strange hours, and Clara always felt bad if she woke them up. Good thing Clara had next to no sex life. Imagine how humiliated she’d feel if her orgasms woke up the people next door?
Although Tamzin and her husband Grieg worked at night, so she’d probably get away with it.
As Clara changed from her work clothes into weekend wear, she heard a knock at the front door.
“Give me five seconds!” she called as she pulled on a pair of cozy track pants and a tight T-shirt. “I’ll be right down.”
Sure enough, it was Tamzin at the door. She had a feeling that’s who it would be.
“I’m so sorry about the noise,” Clara said, welcoming the tall brunette into her modest home. “Did I wake you up?”
“Do not worry, my darling dear. It is just about time for Grieg and myself to prepare for work.”
Tamzin took a seat at Clara’s kitchen table like she owned the place.
“It is most unlike you to scream and shout,” Tamzin went on, with that nondescript accent both she and her husband shared. “I am most concerned for you.”
“Oh, there’s no need,” Clara assured her neighbour. “I was just mad.”
“Mad, you say?”
Clara checked in the hall mirror to make sure her blonde curls weren’t too out of control before sitting across from her neighbour. “Well, I interviewed for a management position at my office and it was going really well…”
“Good, good, good!” Tamzin said, reaching across the table to pat Clara’s hand.
“Yeah, except my boss Peter is on the hiring panel and he brought up how many times I’ve been late for work!”
“Oh dear…”
“Yeah, and once he said that the whole atmosphere changed. It was all downhill from there.”
“Did they say you did not get the job?”
“It’s pretty clear,” Clara said. “I’m sure there are a million better candidates anyway. They’ll hire someone more educated, with more experience…”
“What a sad story,” Tamzin said, gently patting Clara’s hand. “This job, this was your life’s ambition?”
Clara snorted with laughter, then covered her face. “Sorry. Just… no, working in an office was never exactly a life goal.”
“Well, then, perhaps it is for the best that you not progress to far. Then you will have more time for your true passion.”
With a grimace, Clara said, “I don’t think I have a true passion.”
“Ahhh, we all have our passions, my darling dear.” Sitting up straight in her chair, Tamzin said, “Close your eyes and imagine your perfect life.”
The instruction seemed silly, but Clara followed it anyway. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath… and saw herself in the spare bedroom upstairs. It had been fully converted to the most adorable nursery you ever did see. In a cozy chair in the corner, she sat cradling a child, singing to the babe in arms, so happy her heart could tear in two.
“Oh God,” Clara said, hugging her sides, trying not to cry.
“You see the life you desire?” Tamzin asked.
Clara nodded.
“Now go out and get it!”
“I can’t,” Clara said, half-sobbing the words. “My dream is impossible. It’ll never, ever happen.”
Tamzin stood and came to Clara’s side of the table, and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She left Clara’s house without saying another word.
A typical Friday night followed. Clara ordered pizza and ate it in front of the TV. After pizza came chips. After chips came ice cream. It was a wonder she didn’t weigh a thousand pounds, the way she packed it away. She’d always had a quick metabolism—that’s one good thing she could say about her body.
After falling asleep on the couch, she roused only enough to crawl up the stairs. Clara didn’t like being naked, but she didn’t want to sleep all night in her clothes. Her arms felt too heavy to lift a nightgown over her head.
