The Party. (Mildly rapey)

Just something short I wrote to try and get the creative juices flowing.

Comments and Criticism is always welcome.

Picture two people in a screaming match, both tall, blonde and slender, a mother and her daughter by the looks of it. I'm not talking about a loud conversation either. I mean a hand-waving, spit flying, voice going hoarse, you can hear them 2 blocks away screaming match.

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You probably wonder why I'm here, having a screaming match with the normally wonderful, patient person that is my mother. Well it started, as it always did, with her nagging me about my performance at school. But not in the way you're thinking of, you see, she's been nagging me about teen pregnancies at school and my contribution to them.

But not my pregnancies, oh no.

Other peoples.

I suppose that's what you have to live with when you're born a futa.

You see the problem is that I'm kind of a social outcast and only barely tolerate people at school, but society has this expectation that if you look like a chick and have a dick between your legs then you have to spend all of your time sticking it into any available hole. And while I fully admit that I enjoy a good fuck as much as anyone else, I'm not as enthusiastic as the others of my kind.

And that's what led to this argument.

According to my Mom, I should've made my way around all of the women at the school already and knocked them all up. But honestly, I just want to quietly get through my time in High-School without making any waves and a horde of screaming crotch-goblins is kind of the opposite of quiet.

But once again, that comes back to our argument. Lets join in the fun shall we?

“YOU ARE 17 YEARS OLD, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE EVEN A SINGLE KID”

“WELL MAYBE I DON'T WANT A KID SO EARLY”

“DON'T GIVE ME THAT, I KNOW WHAT YOU MASTURBATE TO. I'VE HEARD YOU MOANING”

“JUST BECAUSE I HAVE FANTASIES, DOESN'T MEAN I WANT A CROTCH-GOBLIN RUNNING AROUND.”

“BULLSHIT! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT'S ALL FUTAS CARE ABOUT!”

Shocked, I pulled back at her words. I never expected her to throw that at me, given how much she knew I hated that stereotype. In that moment in a fit of rage, I made one of the worst mistakes of my life, one that would come back to haunt me in so many ways.

I shoved her.

She stumbled and fell face-first over the back of couch, I was on her before she could recover and I pulled her long dress up and used it to bind her arms. With me close in behind her, she couldn't use her legs to push me away.

She was at my mercy.

But after her earlier words I didn't have much in me.

The feel of her ass wiggling around against my crotch made it difficult to think, but all of a sudden that was completely fine with me.

Pulling my clothes off with one hand, the rapidly hardening reason for this argument flopped against her ass and shut-off her protests and complaints as though I had gagged her. The sudden stop to the flood of words was magical and made me sure that I was doing the right thing, although the near month of little to no sexual activity that I was in the midst of was probably affecting my thinking.

Not caring about her experience, I went straight for the goods and lined my now rock-solid rod against her entrance and SHOVED. There was a moment of resistance as her blonde-fur lined lips parted to admit my soda-can width and then I was in.

Only the head of course, but the warmth and rapidly increasing wetness silenced the voice that was screaming that I was doing something wrong and made me redouble my efforts.

It only took a few moments for me to shove my way balls deep into her depths, but those few moments brought me close to my first orgasm in more that a month. Pausing, her shocked silence like music to my ears, I hissed “You want me to get more women pregnant huh? Well you won't mind if you're my first then.” Listening closely I could tell that she was moaning softly, and I said in a wondering tone of voice “I never would have expected this out of you, always so prim and proper, but you're enjoying this aren't you?” In a soft, ashamed voice that I almost missed she said “Yes, I've wanted you to make me yours for so long but you never did anything. And so I nagged you and pushed you, but I never expected this... and now I'm getting what I deserve and want.” She sighed softly and said “Do what you want. I won't resist.”

6 months later

“She's getting pretty big” I thought to myself as watched my mother strut around organizing the event, proud of her status as of the first I'd gotten pregnant. Though the triplets made her look like she was ready to give birt

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