Serenson Academy (MC, Futa/Futa, Futa/Futa+)

Serenson Academy

Features Mind Control, Futa on Futa, and Futa on two or more.

Part two contains the above as well as Non-Consentual sex, interracial, and incest. The Epilogue contains Futa/Futa, MC, NC, and impregnation.

The spin-off contains Futa/Futa, MC, Masturbation, and interracial.

I have plans for another, smaller chapter, and possibly an ending if there's enough interest in it.

Enjoy.

“I know, mom! You’ve told me a thousand times.”

Cynthia sighed and rolled her eyes at her mother. Ever since she was little, she’d heard the horror stories, and as the day of her enrollment approached, the stories and warnings had increased to such frequency that she had long since considered any advance to be plain nagging.

Cynthia’s mother simply rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, okay, I admit that I may be drilling this into your mind, but it’s very important.”

Cynthia looked at her mother. “Yes, yes,” she sighed. “The first day will be the most important day at the Academy.”

Cynthia licked her lips. The Academy--officially, the Serenson Academy of Academic Excellence--was an isolated, yet extremely sought out institution. In fact, very few people even knew of its existence. The ones who did, though, were incredibly powerful and influential people. Even the ones who didn’t actually attend it the Academy but were part of its support structure were well taken care of. Assuming, of course, they knew of its existence.

“It will determine whether or not I will rise above my peers, or if I’ll spend the next four years as a mindless cock-sucker,” Cynthia continued, adding her own little flair to her mother’s standard lecture of the Academy.

Carey, Cynthia’s seed-giving mother, glared at her wayward daughter before returning her gaze to the road. She had decided that a chauffer would be impractical, considering their destination. So she had simply decided to take her daughter to the Academy herself in an austere SUV. She let her mind wonder briefly on why most recent vehicles all looked pretty much the same. She preferred style over efficiency. She could afford the gas.

“Language, young lady,” she finally added after a few moments. “I don’t know where you picked up such bad habits.”

“Well, look at the bright side, mom.” Cynthia grinned in anticipation of getting beneath Carey’s skin. “If I fail today, I’ll come out as a prim and proper young lady.”

She smirked as she saw her mother’s knuckles whiten in the grip against the steering wheel.

She knew she should stop. She had scored a victory--a small one, but rare, and it must be because of the stress of her going to the Academy--and stopping would be prudent. Still, she couldn’t contain herself.

“And probably pregnant, too.”

Cynthia knew she had gone too fair right after saying it. She had broken a boundary, and she knew what to expect as her mother turned with a cold look in her eye.