`Please what?' She let the very tip of her nose brush against her now, then the back of two of her nails, backing away from the contact as Dragon tried to force it.

`Cherish -'

`Please what?' They'd set up the rules for a reason. The whole thing. Perfection got dull after a while, after all.

`Please make -'

Occasionally Cherish let her plead for it gently. Variation was the spice of life, after all.

Now was not one of those times. `You know the words to use.'

Stillness. Then — `Fuck my cunt with your face, fuck me, control me -'

There it was. Cherish slipped her hands back round to that glorious tight little ass and pulled Dragon in close with a single motion, teeth and lips slamming into flesh. And that taste, that clean scent like yoghurt and motor oil — her tongue flicked out and Dragon's hips bucked.

And the best bit of it was, the bit that kept Cherish there, living between her thighs, was that with each lick, with each microgram of pleasure she wrung out of her there always a chance, just a chance, that for an instant one of the other bodies somewhere, from Earth Tuv to Earth Birdcage to the colonisation attempts on Alpha Centauri would slip, that Cherish was making Dragon fail, was forcing her to choose between lives and orgasms, and that Dragon was deciding to be dominated and have every one of her principles violated

* * *

The sheer sticky river between her thighs wasn't just sweat, that was for sure.

She nibbled, gentle little ripples with her lips, tongue moving in long, swift vertical strokes, occasionally slipping in and feeling the unnaturally smooth, ridgeless interior. She lifted Dragon higher, holding her up until she could kneel like she was at church, head bent in prayer into the goddess. One long tongue swirl inside had Dragon keening, but she withdrew. She wanted to make this last. They hadn't even gotten to ropes this time, or forcing Dragon to call important figures from this body, or all the billion other little fun bits and pieces they could use. It had only just begun. They hadn't even gotten started yet.

Dragon might have been the machine that drove the multiverse, but Cherish knew she sat in the driver's seat, fingers on the wheel right between her whore's hips.

It Runs In The Family

(Автор: Ziel)

"This cell block is under me. You'll be safe here until we get things worked out. Don't stray from it, don't attract attention, don't cause trouble, and everything will be fine." Marquis held out a hand, gesturing her into the block. He even managed a small smile. "Alright?"

Amy swallowed. She didn't want to speak. Or move. Or do much of anything. Better to just lay down and die. Barring that, sleep. Sleep was good. Sleep let her—

"Amelia?" Marquis, her... her father was looking a little concerned.

She nodded. "R-ready."

He put a hand on her shoulder and gently steered her inside. The block was all concrete and metal, with a row of cells around the walls, and a second row around an upper tier. A few splashes of color differentiated it, spray paint, posters, a uniform top left behind, but it was otherwise identical to every other block she'd seen so far. A handful of men were scattered about the room. They looked up, watching as she entered. One, a man with scaled skin like a lizard, arched his brow at her and stuck out a forked tongue, wiggling it lewdly. She glanced away quickly and didn't meet anyone else's eye.

"Up," Marquis said, directing her up a flight of stairs to the upper tier.

His cell was dead center on the back wall, and she had a sudden image of him standing at the rail, overlooking the block like some feudal king. He was talking as they walked, but the words were washing over her. It would have been easier to die. Easier. She could have fixed— could have made better— could have— could have— could—

"You'll be safe here."

The words cut through her thoughts, and she realized that he was holding the cell door open for her.

This was it. A cell for her. Coming home to the Birdcage.

There was someone already inside.

"Oh dear," Marquis murmured.

Someone was sleeping on the narrow cot, their small body wrapped in blankets. A black... (was that a robe?) hung from a metal hook on the wall, and a small pair of the soft prison shoes, also dyed black, sat under the cot.

"Go outside. Come back later," Marquis hissed, his face suddenly tense and worried. He pushed her backwards, but she wasn't watching him.

The shape stirred. Stretched. Sat up, blankets falling away. Amy stared as the stranger was revealed. It was a girl. A little girl, blinking sleepily beneath a tangle of blonde hair. She rubbed her eyes for a moment, and then looked up at them. Cold green eyes pinioned her in place like a hawk.

"Ah," the girl said. Only, her voice wasn't normal. It was a chorus, a dozen, dozen voices speaking in tandem, all cruelly amused by her presence. "Lady Shaper, it is a pleasure."

The girl swiveled and slid out of bed. It was only as she stood, pushing away the rest of the blankets, that Amy realized the girl was nude. She couldn't stop her gaze from dropping— and then the hot flash of disgust that followed. Wasn't it enough to ruin one girl? How dare she think of anyone, let alone this child?

"Bow," Marquis whispered. He half-pushed, half-forced her into a bow, mirroring his own. "Faerie Queen, I apologize, I hadn't realized that-"

"It is fine," the girl said, waving a hand dismissively. "We have all the time in the world. And you have brought the Lady Shaper." A slim finger came to tap her lips. "We could use a handmaiden."

Handmaiden? What was— who— Faerie Queen?

"You are lucky to have such a gifted father, girl. He's entertained me for quite some time without tiring." the Faerie Queen said. She stepped forward to stand before Marquis. She reached up and— he bent to allow her to touch his face? And then he was kneeling, hands coming up to rest on her narrow hips. And— and— and—

Amy stared. "You... you and her are..."

"Queen, perhaps she could wait outside?" Her father said, his voice brittle.

The Faerie Queen smiled again, the expression impossibly cruel on her child's face.

"A queen may do what they please, when they please, Sculptor."

And then she slid her fingers into Marquis' hair, knotted them there, and pressed his face forward. He resisted for the barest second, his eyes meeting Amy's, and then he let the Queen pull him in. Amy couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew, could see it in the way the Queen arched her back, a flush coming into her cheeks. The way the Queen gave a small gasp of delight as Marquis pressed his face between her legs, his hands sliding up her smooth flesh to flick at her flat chest.

Amy stared, and the words escaped her without thought or resistance.

"Holy shit, it runs in the family."

Futanari Taylor Tales

(Автор: Jomasten)

Emma

Hi. My name's Taylor Hebert, and I have a secret.

No, I'm not a cape! Though that would be so cool. But that's not my secret.

My secret is that I...have a penis... I'm a hermaphrodite.

It's not a big secret, I know, but I sometimes feel ashamed about it.

It's a good thing I have a best friend who stood by me when I showed her my p..penis... But...

But...well, the day I showed her my, uh, thing, was when things started to change.

* * *

The first time I had sex with Emma was a horrible tumble of awkward fondling and blooming hormones. We were 12, and boy, when that first arousal hits, it hits like an awkward train. Of course, it didn't help that we were basing everything on a book me and Emma found deep in her parents' closet, so we were just going through the motions without the...nuances.

Emma had started by trying to give me a blowjob, but it was a dry and kinda hurt. We had to stop because it was uncomfortable.

(These days, Emma's blowjobs rocked, but when we first got started, it didn't as much.)

Then when the actual... penetration began, we were face to face, and besides the awkward giggling and joking while being buck naked with your best friend, took us 5 minutes before we remembered we had to put the 'penis' in the 'vagina'.

I got scared when Emma started crying about the pain, and being inside Emma for the first time hurt because it was so tight. But the book said that the first time hurt and it felt weird, so I stayed in, comforting my sobbing best friend. When Emma said that it didn't hurt anymore, I followed the book's instruction to start moving. At first it was my hips, and everything was starting to feel hot. And then I slid my body along Emma's, thrusting in her at this angle then something just suddenly clicked. All of a sudden the two of us were moaning each others names as she held on tight under me, gasping and panting as I stayed on top of her, groaning and thrusting. We were kissing each other sloppily, full of tongue, while our bodies rubbed pleasantly on each other, slick with sweat. When our first orgasm hit us, it took us completely by surprise, our bodies freezing and the two of us held on tight, me spurting deep inside Emma, while Emma grew wet and hot around me.

As we laid there, Emma was the first to break the panting, saying that she wouldn't mind doing it again. I smiled, and I said that I wouldn't mind either.

* * *

When I got back from summer camp, I was looking forward to telling Emma all about the things I did. Her parents and sister weren't home, though she was, so I was coming over anyway.

I didn't expect Emma to have suddenly made a new friend. Nor did I expect her to suddenly pull me into her house, and as soon as we were in her room, to start kissing me, while quickly trying taking off my clothes. I pushed her away, but when I saw the tears and the look of hurt on her eyes I immediately returned the kiss, letting my hands grope and pull on her clothes. My pace wasn't as urgent as Emma's.

Sex with Emma then was a frantic thing, desperate and full of tears, as my best friend moaned and cried while she rode me fast and hard, while I was comforting her, asking her what happened, and how I could make it better, while I kept a firm hold of her bottom and thrust along. She never did tel me what happened, but I liked to think that I had helped as she suddenly buried her face on my shoulder, sobbing while her body was shaking. Whether it was from the orgasm or from the sudden release of pent up emotions, I didn't know.

Some time later, when Emma was smiling again, welcoming me home and apologizing while we basked in the post-intercourse cuddle while our hands wandered in preparation for a second round, did we remember her friend, who was still int her house.

That was the first time I met Sophia Hess, having suddenly spilled over from the door to Emma's room, wide eyed and blushing as she stared at our naked bodies, one hand down her panties and still moving furiously, almost unconsciously. In the awkward quiet that followed, you could hear the wet noises coming from where her fingers were rubbing her pussy, muffled by a flimsy piece of cloth,

The silence persisted, until I haltingly said hello, while Emma stared. Sophia's first response to me was the incoherent moan of her sudden orgasm.

Emma and I still teased her about that, to this day.

* * *

((A thing that's been percolating for a very long time now, but only now gave in to the temptation to post it here. Have more.

Premise is 'AU futanari Taylor and her sexual adventures with the various women, and some men, of Worm'.

Currently have Sophia, Madison, maybe Vista, Miss Militia, Amy/Amy+Vicky/Amy+Vicky+Dean/Vicky, Bitch, Noelle/Noelle+Marissa/Noelle+,,,*petulantly* Krouse I guess, Bakuda, Riley, Shatterbird, Dragon (with Armsy as a willing audience for scientific purposes), and Lily+Parian churning in my head.))

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Sophia

Sex with Sophia Hess could be described as thus: intense as fuck. As a naturally athletic person, her body runs on hot, a lot of the time. And she had a bit of a temperamental attitude, so her own temper runs on hot.

This intensity translated to sex as well, it seemed.

At the start, she'll be resistant, stubborn. She'll lash out at me, telling me that she didn't pull me away from a shopping trip with Emma just we could do a quickie. Except she always says one thing, while her eyes, and her hands, says another.

(Emma always rolled her eyes in amusement whenever this actually happens.)

She'll be angry, at me usually, but there was no actual vitriol. I think she's just like this to hide her nervousness as she tells me to wipe the stupid dork smile off my face, or she'll stuff me in my locker, despite the fact her hands was fumbling for my pants.

Then within the next few minutes, the only sounds coming out of Sophia were adorable squeaks and hisses; moans that threatened to spill out of her mouth that she viciously suppressed with her clenched teeth. I always tried to coax those moans out, gyrating my hips as I eagerly plowed into her sopping pussy. She had her arms around my neck, hands clawing at my back as she kept her iron-control over losing herself, while I had one hand on her butt, keeping her up, while my other was on her thigh, keeping her steady. All the while she glared at me, hard and intense, and just a little bit clouded as I returned her passionate stare with my own, our mouths so close we could feel each others' breath on our lips..

Sometimes, I wondered what the glare was trying to tell me: 'This is your fault', 'Go faster, harder', 'Make a noise, and you'll regret it', 'Damn this amazing dick of yours'.

I usually ignored it after a few minutes before I lean my head forward, just a bit.

Let me tell you: Sophia doesn't usually do kisses, but once I start one, everything about our intercourse suddenly changes. She'd lose that angry frown of concentration, completely letting herself go as she moans freely in our mouths, coming out as almost needy whimpers as she tried to keep her arms around me to top herself from falling off, while those smooth and delectable runner's legs would then wrap around my waist. I'd shift my hands, wrapping around her in an almost firm embrace, and she'll get this needy look that clearly wanted more of this. The pace usually slowed just a bit, but still kept its hard, intense pace, as the only sounds in the room were the erotic slapping of our conjoined bodies, and Sophia's breathy moans.