Last Encounter

I haven't written much here in a while, have I? Can't say as I even finished the first multi-parter I started since I essentially lost interest in playing the story through my mind over and over again.

Oh well...

One of the reasons I haven't been here for a while is that I had to move flats, and thus there was awkwardness in getting my Internet connection back. The upside of this is that I took the opportunity to start forcing something my imagination spawned into text-form.

As usual I make no assurances of quality, and will note that on the scale of plot-to-sex heaviness, this falls squarely on the sex-heavy end.

Randomly I will also note that most names were chosen completely at random... and oddly enough, most are either changed or forgotten later on. You'll understand if you read that far.

Oh... and more importantly... the content classifications in all their varied glory:

Futa on Futa (all of it)

Transformation (I took the weird and wacky forms to a new level this time)

Furry / Semi-Bestiality / Somesuch (Forms are varied... quite wildly in some cases.)

Huge Size (Quite a bit of this, along with associated fluid quantities)

Multidick (Not so much of this)

Tentacle Sex (Consenting, oddly enough, and only one scene so far)

Pregnancy (Naturally for me there is egg-laying, but more as a background detail this time)

Lactation (And not just because of the pregnancy, oddly enough)

Rapid Aging (Just specifying that coming of age doesn't take 1.5 to 2 decades for everyone. This is NOT loli)

Other (There is a brief... unclassified event. You'll know it when you see it. You'll either be grossed out or laugh)

Besides that there is the normal sorta stuff which doesn't really need mentioning.

... Oh...and a little bit of anal, though me being me, I didn't give it much attention.

So... yeah.

I gift you the first part of this product of my twisted mind:

Last Encounter

Part 1

A slowly pulsing computerised hum permeated the surroundings, steady in its low tone and bordering the worlds of organic and synthetic with its constant vibrations. There was also the unmistakable sound of unknown fluids flowing through numerous pipes of different thicknesses, different pressures, an almost brass quality to the sympathetic resonance of the pipes themselves with their contents.

It was neither of these things that shook the girl from her slumber, but rather the sound of voices nearby. Human voices, female, and the sounded to be about her own age. It was a familiar enough sound that she was slow to realise that anything was particularly out of place. Gradually though, it occurred to Amber that she had most definitely fallen asleep in her own bed in her dorm, and none of the sounds around her matched that.

Trying to shake the unnatural sleepiness from her eyes, sh