Futanari Notebook Ch. 04

Carmen refrained from showing any acknowledgement toward Ryuka, presuming that the deity thrived on attention. However, such a feat was becoming increasingly difficult as the deity played with herself, not caring in the slightest that, if not for her apparent invisibility, she would be seen by over a dozen students. Shameless barely began to describe Ryuka.

At least Carmen could take comfort in the thought that, despite what she had done, she was nothing like the Seikogami. Just a hardworking girl, plain and simple. Albeit one that now possessed a notebook of unimaginable power, though said power was restricted to a book inside her bag. It wouldn't change anything, she silently vowed. She would ignore Ryuka and the temptation that came with her new power. Nothing in her life had permanently changed.

The same could not be said for Dakota. An icy chill ran down her spine, brought on by the frigid air swirling around her in the breeze, as freezing cold tendrils slithered into her clothes and sank into her pores. She leaned against the wall outside the school's main building, rubbing her arms for warmth. Dakota cupped her hands together and blew into them, rubbing her palms together. At least the canopy above her gave some respite from the soft rainfall. How did Carmen walk in this weather?

Dakota had skipped her final class of the day, since she shared it with Mary. The blonde rarely attended lessons, only doing so when the principal demanded that she do so. Until Gretchen had a few words with her, then everything was back to the way it always was. It didn't matter though, since Dakota couldn't risk seeing Mary. Not when she was so fragile.

She lifted her head at the shrill toll of the final bell. Finally, Dakota thought with another exhale into her hands. Any longer and she feared her toes would fall off. Students filed out of the building quickly, talking excitedly about what they would do or cursing the weather, and ignoring the tan girl standing just off to the side. She eyed them all carefully, watching for Mary or Carmen.

The latter's face was still fresh in her mind. That look of indecision both gave Dakota hope and filled her with dread, born from the fact that Carmen had barely batted an eye at seeing her dick, yet became so uncomfortable at the mention of seeing her pussy. It made sense, she told herself, Carmen was a lesbian through and through. Dakota would at least make a new friend if nothing else.

Carmen's face popped up from amongst the crowd. She was taller than most of the girls around her, making it a simple matter to spot and converge on her. Dakota waded through the horde of teens, keeping her eyes straight ahead for fear of meeting someone's gaze. They would judge her for what she said earlier, knowing full well that she was outside of Mary's good graces. That made her the perfect target for slighted girls to vent their anger. The news had certainly circulated by now, Dakota thought and darted her gaze about in search of Mary. No sign of her.

She breathed a sigh as she finally caught up to Carmen, "Hi," Dakota said chipperly, stepping in front of the honour student to garner her attention.

"Oh, hi," Carmen returned the greeting with a nervous smile, though didn't stop walking. Dakota settled into pace beside her.

"Can I walk with you? Just for a while?" Dakota glanced back in worry and Carmen briefly followed her gaze.

"Uh, sure, I guess?" Carmen relented with a shrug, knowing that Dakota would need a friend in any capacity. A pubescent girl just coming to terms with their sexuality was an unstable combination at the best of times, let alone a girl who had become a futanari overnight. And it might be nice to have a companion for once, Carmen thought.

"Thanks. I didn't wanna hang around, you know... because of Mary," Dakota admitted and glanced about furtively, spying Zoey standing head and shoulders above the throng of students, meaning Mary was nearby. Sure enough, Dakota spied the blonde leader a mere moment later and brought her eyes back to the world in front of her.

"Agreed," Carmen nodded and hastened her pace slightly, practically able to feel Dakota's eagerness to vacate the campus grounds as fast as possible.

"Carmen!" Stacy exclaimed warmly and enveloped the teen in a hug.

"Hi, Stacy," Carmen returned the embrace with a soft grunt. She was used to being randomly greeted with hugs, even looked forward to them after coming in from the cold. Warmth seemed to radiate from Stacy, far better than any heater could.

"Who's your friend?" Stacy asked, pulling back with a nod to Dakota, who stood in the doorway, clearly out of place.

"That's Dakota," Carmen introduced, "She's having a rough time, so I told her to stop by."

"How thoughtful," Stacy remarked with a grin, which she immediately fixed onto Dakota, "What can I get you, Dakota?" The teen jumped at the question, having preoccupied herself with some of the Christmas decorations adorning the windows.

"Um, what would you recommend?" Dakota recovered, visibly flustered by how warmly she was being taken to by this stranger, whose smile persisted as she gestured to a seat.

"Make yourself comfortable and I'll whip something up," Stacy didn't wait to see whether the teen followed her suggestion and simply turned around, walking into the back of the small coffee shop. When she was out of sight, Carmen turned to Dakota and shrugged.

"She's a bit, uh, exuberant," she apologised and followed her employer, leaving Dakota to settle in.

The bronze-skinned teen glanced about the quaint setting. Four tables occupied the space, each with just four chairs a piece, yet most were occupied by snugly dressed men and women all sipping at steaming cups of coffee. Perhaps it was Dakota's imagination, but they all seemed to wield an air of contentment, occasionally sighing after a drink. The tapping of fingers against keyboards combined with the soft sounds of a kitchen at work to aid in the cosy ambiance, as if the shop were made to be relaxing. Dakota almost laughed at herself, recalling that the sign read 'Soothe the Soul'.

Indeed, it lived up to the name. Just breathing in the air, filled with the smooth aroma of coffee and chocolate, with a few baked goods intermixed, put her at ease. Dakota sank into a free chair on a table, the only other resident of which was a young woman with a laptop in front of her and earphones plugged in. Her muscles relaxed immediately, as if forgetting the stress of the previous two days.

She saw Carmen return from the back and took her place behind the counter. It was clear that she would have little to do, as most of the foot traffic either ignored the shop or glimpsed inside only to see how small it was and moved on. Stacy, however, paid them little mind as she walked up to Dakota, cup in hand and smile still highlighting her gentle features.

"Here you are," Stacy set the cup down before Dakota, "On the house."

"Really?" Dakota looked up in astonishment to see the store's apparent owner nod, "Thanks," she tried to pour her gratitude in her voice, though she doubted it carried properly. Nevertheless, Stacy kept her smile as she replied.

"It's no trouble. I like to help people. But, if you really want to show your gratitude, you can drink that," Stacy nodded to the cup and turned to leave.

Dakota was far from a coffee lover. The only time she had even attempted to drink the beverage had been to cure a hangover, and had resulted in her getting more closely acquainted with her toilet bowl than she had ever wanted. This cup of what she knew should be a bitter liquid, however, smelled far more appealing than the mess she had concocted years ago. A faint blush crept across her cheeks as she recalled how she had messed up a cup of instant coffee. She doubted that this Stacy woman would be impressed by such a feat.

Nonetheless, there was little sense in denying the generous offer. Dakota picked up the cup carefully, feeling the heat wafting from it, and blew gently on the liquid. She glanced up to see Carmen watching her. The honour student smiled encouragingly, her eyes urging Dakota to take a sip. There was no reason not to at least sample the aromatic beverage. Dakota took a long breath through her nose, sighing at the pleasant scent, then put the cup to her lips and took a short sip.

"Damn, that's good," she gasped and took another, more complete mouthful to truly taste it. Her first drink wasn't a hoax, as her taste buds danced with the strong, yet somehow calming, flavours. The warmth spread rapidly down her throat, through her oesophagus and settled into her belly, which soon radiated the heat throughout her body. She released a subtle sigh and set the cup down, relaxing her posture and resting her arms on the table.

Across the room, Carmen shot Stacy an assuring grin. Her employer exhaled in relief. It never failed to amuse Carmen, watching her boss get antsy over a new customer. The teen knew better, however, having seen patrons sample the coffee and practically fall in love. She never understood exactly what Stacy did to her product that made it so delightfully soothing, but didn't desire to. Not unless she intended to open her own coffee shop, a laughable concept to her. She had her sights set much higher, after all.

It only took a few minutes for Dakota to finish her cup. She stared down at the empty mug, a slight frown furrowing her brow and a pout on her lips. Carmen smirked and asked for another cup of the same brew, which she then delivered to Dakota herself.

"How you doing?" Carmen inquired, glancing about and seeing that no one would be in any immediate need.

"I used to hate coffee," Dakota answered with a grin and the two shared a brief chuckle.

"I did too, at first," Carmen admitted, making a sour expression as she recalled the first time she had tried it, "But I got used to it."

"Why?" Dakota laughed. If she didn't like something, she would simply give up on it, seeing no sense in tormenting herself when she could move onto greener pastures.

"Had to for exams. It was the only way I could stay up and cram as much studying in as possible," Carmen grimaced at the memory, "Then I realised that I was actually screwing myself up more than anything. Take it from me, coffee doesn't make a good study partner."

"I never study anyway," Dakota said with a nervous giggle.

"Why not?" Carmen took another look around and, deciding that she had plenty of time, pulled out a chair to sit down.

"It just never really seemed important. I guess?" Dakota shrugged and took a sip from her new cup of coffee, before recoiling at the molten burn on her tongue, "Fuck, that's hot!" She rasped and fanned at her tongue.

"Don't you want to do anything? When you graduate I mean," Carmen frowned. She knew that Mary's group weren't known as the smartest people on campus, but she hadn't expected them to so... disillusioned about the very idea of studying. Or perhaps she was applying her own standards on others?

"I do... maybe? I mean, that's still like a year away."

"Actually, just under half a year," Carmen corrected her.

Dakota shrugged, "I'll decide when the time comes."

"I'm gonna be successful," Carmen said after a brief pause and looked out of the window, watching stray pedestrians walk by after long days at work, clearly displeased to have their time used in such a manner, "Not just an office job or anything like that. I'm gonna beat out everyone else and sit at the top of the food chain."

"So, you don't know what you're doing either?" Dakota arched an incredulous eyebrow.

Carmen shook her head, "That's why I'm learning everything I can. Something will catch my eye and I'll climb to the top of whatever that is," she fixed her gaze on Dakota, who locked eyes with her, "And nothing's gonna stop me."

"Yeah," Dakota breathed, feeling a familiar heat suffusing her cheeks, "I believe you."

"Carmen! Got a slight problem back here!" Stacy called out, though her voice wasn't nearly distressed enough to rush Carmen.

"Coming!" The teen called back and stood up, "I'll see you later, Dakota," she said and shot her a smile in parting, before rushing to the back. Dakota watched her leave, eyes lowering to fix themselves on her classmate's rear - though it wasn't exceptional, only a slight curve from her waist, yet it captivated her - until it went out of sight. A sigh tore itself from Dakota's lips as she took a long drink from her coffee.

Her crush was beginning to make sense now. Carmen lacked the physical appeal that Mary or Ashley or Zoey had, however she made up for that in droves with her personality, which Dakota could only wonder at. There was something so powerful in her, like an indominable force that would flatten any obstacle in the path to its goal. And Dakota wanted to see more of it. She could feel the soothing heat wane in the face of a more sensual warmth at the thought of what Carmen could be capable of.

At least she would have ample ammunition to fantasise about that night, Dakota thought.

She proved herself right hours later with her fingers wrapped tight around her throbbing shaft. Streaks of thick seed dirtied her chest and face, running slowly - defiant to gravity's sway - down her body. The musky scent of her cock filled the air around her, within which faint undertones of her pussy drifted through her nostrils. Both were overwhelmed, however, by the odd aroma of the cum splattered across her.

And yet, for all the semen that coated her, Dakota couldn't even think of stopping her movements, even after cumming twice in the past hour. Pre-cum streamed from her prick to coat her fingers, slickening her actions and spurring her to an even greater orgasmic fervour. Her moans refused to be silenced even by the small throw pillow she bit into.

In her mind, she saw only one thing; Carmen. She could see her stripping, mind filling in the blanks, and baring her body to the recently outed lesbian. Dakota felt her cock pulse harder as the spectral Carmen crouched between her legs, leaned down and, with a commanding look, wrapped her lips around the tanned spire of Dakota's dick. That was all it took. With a barely muffled shout, Dakota thrust her hips into the air and went rigid.

Cum arched high in the air and fell back upon her with heavy splats. Her mouth fell open, all sound cut off in her sheer ecstasy, and the pillow slipped free just as her ejaculate struck her. Thick droplets landed in her mouth, but went unregistered in the face of the blinding sensations. Whether by her unconscious work or simple coincidence, not a drop landed on her bed, every potent rope painting her bronzed-flesh. Spurt after spurt arched from her prick, dwindling until milky streams wept from her tip.

When her orgasm finally receded to a simple sense of completion, Dakota released her prick. Almost two hours had passed with her masturbating its above-average length, milking out three separate orgasms. And none of them from her pussy, though she could feel her juices against her once cum-laden balls, the contents of which now coated her face, chest and belly in filthy warmth. A dozy smile spread across her face and rested there until sleep claimed her.

Carmen laid in her own bed with the futa note in her hand. Her sister and Ryuka were asleep, although Carmen wasn't sure if that was true for the latter. She couldn't sleep, however, as her mind constantly ran over the events of the day. Again, and again. Carmen eventually took out the notebook and looked through its empty pages.

How many names could she even write in it? Would she ever run out of pages? Carmen glanced to Ryuka's hovering form and sighed. It'd be nice if the sex goddess would explain everything in detail. Carmen paused on the only page she had written on and pondered how different Dakota had become. For the better, Carmen told herself with a groggy nod. She slid the book into her bag and rolled onto her side. At least the book was good for something.