Futanari Notebook Ch. 09

"What do I get in return?" Dakota teased. She poked her tongue out and flicked it against Mary's tip, earning a startled gasp.

"I don't know," Mary whined, breathing intensely, "I-I'll let you do anything you want to me, just please make me cum!"

"You're really that desperate," Dakota cooed, breathing against the dominating peak, "That you would even let me fuck you?"

"... yes."

"Up the ass?"

"I... yes," Mary moaned as Dakota leaned her heavenly mouth against the eager prick.

"You've got a deal," Dakota smirked and filled her lungs, then dove onto Mary's twitching cock. She managed to feed half of it into her slavering maw. Groaning, Dakota didn't pause for long and straightened her neck out, then pushed deeper. Mary abandoned her tits to wrap her fingers in Dakota's hair, pulling her softly, while her other hand massaged the girl's throat.

"Jesus, fuck..." Mary panted. Her cock bulged out from Dakota's neck, its hardness wreathed in her tender flesh, and was blatantly obvious. Another inch sank into the sinfully delicious depths, earning a wet gag from the stuffed girl. Mary swore she felt it as her potent veins thumped with inane desire.

Saliva and pre drooled liberally from Dakota's stretched lips. Thick rivulets that followed Mary's veins, pausing at her crotch to then flow across her balls and pool on the toilet. Only a few inches remained, yet they were the hardest few. Dakota's eyeliner ran with her tears, and her cheeks were slathered in filth and bright red. She pulled back until the cock popped free of her throat, then slid it back inside with a moaning retch.

Dakota's hands were never still either. They pumped what she couldn't yet fit inside, working the slimy mixture of clear jizz and spit into the shaft, squeezing in tandem with Mary's heartbeat. Dakota's head bobbed back and forth, several inches sliding across her tongue and down her gullet. With each descent, more entered and stretched her throat bigger.

Mary massaged the girl's scalp and neck, moaning and panting all the while. Her balls were tight with their impending release, however they held back, churning an even greater load. She would have to measure her orgasm one day, she thought before it was washed away as Dakota claimed another inch. Mary felt the girl's laboured breaths against her groin now, each exhale ruffling the neat strip of pubic hair. Just a little more, Mary silently urged and pulled harder on Dakota's head.

Gagging wetly, Dakota's lips finally met the base and her chin nestled into the clenching balls. Her spittle doused Mary's crotch as the rigid spire pulsed and swelled, ready to deliver a load unlike any other. The blonde futa's head flew back as her hands held Dakota's in place. Cum erupted from her cock in a forceful rope that sprayed into Dakota's stomach, filling it with semen, before another, more energetic burst joined it.

Again, and again, Mary unloaded her potent seed into her former friend's belly. Throughout it all, Dakota's lips and tongue worked, while her throat swallowed needlessly. They prolonged the delightful sensations and ushered even greater releases from her. Her hips jerked with another spurt, causing her seed to pour incorrectly.

Dakota gagged again and thick droplets of white sputtered from her nose and lips. The gooey load dribbled down the girl's chin and neck, even as still more erupted. Mary was lost to the events, caught in the whirlwind of her climax, indulging in how it spirited her mind through skies of bliss, even if she was only spinning around in violent circles. Each throb of her wilful cock only sped up the ride. Her arms fell away from Dakota's head to cup her own tits in mindless ecstasy.

The tanned girl forced herself free. She sputtered and coughed wetly, flecks of cum flying from her mouth, even as torrid ropes spewed across her face and torso. They clung to her skin and soaked into her clothes, dousing the oxygen deprived cocksucker in Mary's jizz. Despite her state, Dakota still found the presence of mind to wrap her hands around the spewing shaft, stroking it forcefully, as if milking Mary of her cum. Her fingers squeezed tightly around the head each time they reached it.

"Fucking hell, Mary," Dakota rasped once the thick of it was over.

"Y-yeah," Mary stammered, body twitching in the aftershocks of her mind-addling climax.

"I think you ruined my figure," Dakota grumbled. The blonde looked down and saw that Dakota's middle was pudgier than normal, a new layer of liquid softness marring her tone.

"Sorry," Mary gasped at the sight, "I didn't think it could be that much."

"Neither did I," Dakota muttered and stood, taking stock of her semen splattered form. Even after such an orgasm, Mary's cock jerked in longing. The tanned girl's face was coated in strips of seed, thick ropes of it leading down into her dampened shirt, which, in turn, brought her gaze to the blatant bulge in Dakota's skirt. Mary gulped and stood up as well, turning around to present her rear, "Uh, what're you doing?"

"I thought you were..." Mary restrained herself from moaning as she spread her legs, webs of her juices clinging to her thighs, "Gonna, you know, fuck me?"

"We've only got about twenty minutes left. And I don't know about you, but I could do with some actual food," Dakota patted her stomach and grimaced at how it jiggled, "Maybe another time?"

"Don't you have to take care of that?" Mary nodded to the other futa's conspicuous bulge.

"Too hungry," Dakota sighed and adjusted her member, lessening the impact it made, "Besides, Carmen's probably wondering where I am."

"What... what's your relationship anyway?" Mary inquired as she redressed.

"We're friends," the tanned girl sighed, shrugging.

"So, she's single," Mary mumbled under her breath, soft enough that Dakota wouldn't hear, "I have a favour to ask... Could I eat with you and Carmen?"

"Listen, Mary," Dakota said and gripped the blonde's shoulders, "I feel bad for you, even after the shit you did to me, but that doesn't mean I forgive you. Besides," she turned away and unrolled the toilet paper, wiping away the evidence of their time together, "I'm not the one you have to convince."

Mary stared out at the hordes of students from the end of the cafeteria line, tray in hand. Everyone was eating and chatting together, happy with their groups. Carmen and Dakota sat at a corner table, oblivious to the baleful glares Gretchen frequently shot their way. The futa swallowed her doubts, though she knew they were still there, toiling away in the pits of her gut, and set off toward the only other futanari she knew of. It wasn't Dakota that made her feel uneasy, though, nor was it Gretchen's watchful gaze. Her eyes dwelled on Carmen, who remained heedless to her advance.

"Hi there," Mary greeted the pair, gaze downcast. The friendly atmosphere vanished in an instant as Carmen's stare chained itself to her.

"What do you want?" Carmen demanded, turning back to her half-eaten curry.

"I, uh..." Mary looked to Dakota, who kept her focus on the food, "Can I eat with you?"

"No," Carmen swiftly denied.

"I'm sorry," Mary blurted and set her tray down, "I'm sorry for everything I said, everything I did... I'm not like that now."

"Yes, you are," Carmen stated and looked her up and down, "You're just trying to help yourself, acting like this."

"No," Mary shook her head, "I... how can I prove it to you?"

"You can't," Carmen decreed.

"Can we talk in private?" Mary requested. She wasn't sure if it was something in her voice, or something else entirely, but Carmen acquiesced. The honour student stood up with a sigh.

"Fine, where?"

"Um," Mary bit her lip. She hadn't anticipated getting this far.

"Come on, there's an unused room next door," Carmen informed her and led the way.

"How do you know that?" Mary inquired, trying to keep the conversation going, lest her nerves overwhelm her.

"I use it when I need somewhere quiet to study," Carmen explained and opened the door, then ushered the blonde inside.

"Okay," Mary stepped past the threshold and released the hold of her thighs, letting her cock fall and bulge out her crotch even further. It was a classroom, disused and filled with untended equipment. The desks were chipped and had legs missing, while the chairs were mostly in left intact. Only the teacher's desk was in useable condition. The whole room reeked of stale air.

"So, how're you gonna prove it to me?" Carmen demanded, sitting on the table expectantly.

"You've heard the rumours, right?" Mary began, trying, and failing, to keep her voice steady.

"That you've got a dick, yeah," Carmen confirmed, "Are they true?"

"Yeah," Mary nodded and pulled down her shorts without giving herself another second to consider it. Her prick flopped into view, letting a fleck of dried seed fall with it. The blonde felt her face burn hotly at the sight but focused her gaze on the honour student before her. Carmen's gaze went wide, clearly caught off guard by the view.

"Why?" Carmen asked, eyes flicking to the surprising length.

"This is my proof," Mary whispered.

"And why would you show it to me?" Carmen frowned.

"Because ever since I grew this thing, I can't get you out of my head!" Mary exclaimed, then clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"You... you can't?" Carmen stammered, leaning back as Mary approached her until they were almost face to face.

"I don't know what's happened to me," Mary whimpered and leaned closer, "The only thing I know, is that I'm not into guys anymore and I... I think... I love you." She crossed the gap and pressed her lips to Carmen's, not giving her time to react before she deepened it.

Carmen jerked in shock and reached up to push her away, then she tasted something salty. Her gaze quickly found the source, watching as twin rivers streamed from Mary's eyes. The blonde's brow was furrowed deeply, and her eyelids were scrunched up tight, as if terrified of what she might see.

Her lips are soft, Carmen noted and placed her hands upon Mary's shoulders. The girl tensed up and froze with her mouth still pressed to Carmen's. They remained locked in that pose. Carmen didn't know what she wanted to do. Part of her craved to shove Mary away and humiliate her like she had done just a few weeks ago, but another side of her burned in want at her first kiss in years. Or maybe it was something else, she thought.

Regardless, Carmen pressed against Mary and parted her lips slightly. The invitation was clear, if unbelievable. The honour student deepened the kiss, waiting for Mary to respond. After several seconds of stillness, the blonde finally reacted. She pushed her tongue out slightly and Carmen reacted in kind, sampling Mary's taste.

Something jerked against Carmen's thigh and broke the moment. She leaned back and pushed Mary away, though without the force she had expected to use. They stared at one another in silence, save for their breathing. Carmen's pussy tingled with the memories of her ex-girlfriend, reignited by the sudden kiss. She moved Mary further away and stared her in the eye.

"That was a mistake," Carmen gasped.

"I-I'm sorry," Mary stammered and found her shorts, quickly pulling them up to hide her cock.

"My mistake," Carmen clarified, "I shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?" Mary frowned, relieved that she hadn't ruined everything.

"Because... I just can't," Carmen grumbled and looked away, "Finals are coming up..." she explained, yet the excuse felt hollow.

"Oh, okay."

"I accept your apology, by the way," Carmen said and returned her gaze to the blonde, who played with her hands nervously.

"Thank you," Mary smiled, flashing her brilliant teeth.

"But I have to ask," Carmen hopped to her feet, pushing the recent event to the corner of her mind, "Why'd you do it all?"

"Because I wanted to avoid this," Mary explained and opened the door, "We should get back. Lunch is almost over."

Carmen studied the girl. She had been a force of confidence before, indominable no matter who she was attacking. Was that really all an act? Carmen wondered as she walked beside a person that she never expected to even talk to. Mary's entire demeanour seemed different, more natural. Carmen glanced behind her at the Seikogami that hovered after them, mind flashing to the Futa Note. Two out of two times it had caused a change in someone's personality, she noted.

Was it just a side effect? Or could she actively enforce such a transformation? Carmen glanced around the cafeteria, lingering on the people with strong character traits, such as Gretchen. No, she shook her head. If she was going to test the book on a third person, it had to be someone completely different from Dakota and Mary. Carmen paused at her table and clenched a hand into a fist.

"It's tempting isn't it?" Ryuka breathed from beside her, "What'll happen a third time? Another confession, maybe something more? Or will it do nothing?"

"Shut up," Carmen snarled from the side of her mouth and sat down.

"I know what you're thinking," Ryuka teased, moving to rest her plush, beanbag-sized tits on Carmen's shoulders, "One more time. You just have to know if its completely real. That's what you 'logical' people like, isn't it? To turn everything into a science."

"I am not using that damn thing ever again," Carmen vowed.

"What thing?" Dakota inquired, causing the honour to jump.

"Nothing," Carmen swiftly stuffed the last of her curry into her mouth, glaring out the corner of her eye at the gorgeous annoyance. Never again, Carmen affirmed in her thoughts. The spices caught up to her, however. Her eyes went wide, and she grabbed her water, glugging it down like she'd been stranded in the desert for a week. Ryuka giggled, earning another scowl.