Dead or Alive Futa Fanfic! "Remember You Will Die"

I'm not entirely certain if fanfic is allowed. However, there is a severe lack of futanari fanfic IN THE WORLD, and so!

I fix this!

My own personal, favorite little futa kink is DOA, Ayane x Kasumi in particular. However, I'm greatly annoyed by all the "Ayane rapes Kasumi" doujins out there (and I don't know enough Japanese to hunt for better quality ones on .jp websites.) So, instead, I will now introduce a multi-part futanari extravaganza, "DOA: Remember You Will Die". It's an old saying the Emperor of Rome had an aide whisper into his ear every few minutes, as a reminder that- no matter how powerful he was- eventually, he, too, would meet the Grim Reaper's scythe, and stand at judgement.

It didn't really stop most of them, but hey! It probably curbed the worst excesses.

Note that this story takes place before DOA1, and will become AU very quickly. I don't think anybody's a futa in DOA's storyline, after all. :)

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Dead Or Alive

Remember You Will Die

Life is made of constants.

Ayane has known constants since the day she was born- the pain of being an outcast, of being a bastard, of being born from a rape and never once knowing what "mother's love" was. She has cried, in the night, with no one but the wind and the wolves to hear her (until the day she joined Haijin Mon, bless it, land of fellow outcasts and nightwalkers just like her).

But life is also made of change, of chaos; the day she received her dagger in the Haijin Mon, the Clan of Curses, was the day her life changed. The one group even fellow ninja thought of as monsters (if rather useful and surprisingly loyal), the Haijin Mon was so different from what she'd known before that she spent weeks trying to figure out how they were trying to hurt her- and finally gave up trying. They were all outcasts, all cursed; were they not the Clan of Curses? Some were worse off than Ayane.

One man in their clan is missing an arm from the day he murdered his own father to save his mother from a savage beating, one too many for the son to witness- and when it was over, he turned to his mother, only to find her attacking him. It was she who cost him his arm. In these backwoods of Japan, the woman bows to the man. And this man was cast out for saying no.

Another, a woman who wouldn't be beautiful if she didn't have a giant hump on her back, was a healer driven from her village by angry doctors who convinced the people that science gave more than magic. Uglier than an artillery-pounded mountain, old and fat, the woman has become foster mother to Ayane, beautiful daughter the woman never had. Ayane finds her beautiful despite her hump. She's more caring than her own mother ever was, certainly.

These and a hundred stories even worse filter all throughout the Clan of Curses, but it is not a sad or somber clan. It is a happy clan, a laughing place, and their o