Diana Masters kept her deep sapphire eyes locked on the red-yellow streak of fuji apple she tossed high in the air. The soaring thing kissed the bright orange leaves of the tall maple tree in the University’s atrium. It made a loud slapping noise as it came back to her cupped hand. Her other hand clutched a brown paper bag that bounced with a brisk rhythm off her shapely hip. The crimson mid-length dress she wore swooshed to the side as she stopped.

Diana scanned the scene as she resumed her walk a little slower. Students spread themselves throughout the benches at the open-air area. She walked by a pair of students breaking from their studies to kiss. The girl’s head cocked to the side as she let her assumed boyfriend tongue her with reckless abandon. Diana had to cover her mouth. She gagged at the disgusting sight and turned her head.

She found Madison under a towering walnut tree. As usual, her half-sister’s dark hair covered her face as she read a book — all in a world of her own. Diana kicked at Maddi’s legging-covered shin as she loomed over. Once Maddi looked up, Diana gestured with her finger for her to move over.

“So I was thinking.” Diana began without further greeting. “We should add a bonus to our scores for every baby that’s born futa.”

“How much of a bonus?” Maddi asked with her eyes still grazing the pages of small type.

“A multiplier of 1.5 seems fair.” Diana decided after a nod.

“Bullshit.” Maddi flipped several pages back and slammed her finger on a dog-eared page. “That’s an awful lot of bonus for something not under our control. Didn’t you read what Dr. Drake wrote in her book? The probability of one futanari and one human female producing a futanari child is one-in-four.”

Diana rolled her eyes. She scratched her back on the rough bark behind her. “Well, what do you suggest, dear sister?”

“0.5 is good enough.” Maddi nodded. “Not that it matters, though. The important part is that our genes are being passed on. It’s better if we have an entire recessive futa generation. Nobody will know what’s happened until it’s too late.”

“Whatever.” Diana huffed.

“You sound like you want to get caught.” Maddi cut her eyes at Diana.

“Don’t I?” Diana snapped. Her eyes shot across the atrium to the couple she passed. “Look at those lessers over there. Two rutting animals in the street. They so desperately want to spread their lesser DNA and they’ve no clue why.”

“For the same reason we’re spreading our DNA, Diana.” Maddi returned to her book.

“Oh, it’s not—the—same—reason.” Diana snipped with a staccato rhythm. She looked up the busy atrium. It was the standard comings and goings of college kids. Studying, jogging, eating. But Diana always saw more. “Look at them, Maddi.” She scowled. “They used to scare me so much. I’d keep my cock tucked between my legs like a coward, worrying ‘Does she know? Does he?’”

“I know Diana. I know. We both did the same thing.”

“But by my calculations, our country’s population can be 5% futa by the end of the decade. But once they know what happened.” She sucked in a breath as she gawked at the students. “Then we can spread it around.”

“Spread what around, Diana?” Maddi asked.

“The fear.” She smirked, her eyes caught the well-defined legs of a deliciously tanned girl not twenty feet away. “Fear is a finite commodity, Maddi. You can get rid of it, but only when you give it to someone else. I’d love to give my fear to ‘that’ over there.” She winked. “Thrusting my big cock between those strong, tan legs. Dropping a potent wad of life in her womb. She’d breed well from the looks of it.” Diana laughed. “All of a sudden, everyone will be like ‘where did all these dickgirls come from?’”

Maddi had heard enough. She shut her book. “Why did you get Christy pregnant? She’s your sister. And she’s-”

“She’s a womb, Maddi.” Diana rocked herself to stand up. She walked over the girl she had just eyed and introduced herself.

Maddi couldn’t make out what her sister was saying to the girl, but she knew the gist. The girl’s toothpaste-selling smile shined bright as she brushed back her artsy bangs from her eyes. Her makeup gave her a glowing blush on her dimpled cheeks. Diana was charismatic, smart, and attractive; Most of the character references of a cult leader. Reading Dr. Dory Drake’s book on American futanarism inspired the girls to normalize their “condition”. Although Maddi preferred to take a passive role is populating the world with their kind, Diana’s enthusiasm concerned her.

Maddi’s thoughts once again drifted to Christy. It must have been easy for Diana to convince her much older full-sister to lose her virginity in such an immoral way. ‘How many?’ she thought. How many ancestral loads did Diana have to release to get her sister pregnant? Maddi couldn’t get over Diana’s response. Christy’s relation to her was irrelevant. ‘Just a womb’. She whispered to herself. Maddi’s thin fingers tugged at the pleats of her skirt.

“What about me, Diana?” Maddi muttered, forcing down a dry swallow. “You want to use my womb, too?”

“What did you say?” Diana had returned from her cold call and loomed over Maddi with a smirk on her face. “Why’re you so jumpy?”

“N—nothing.” Maddi stammered. “I dozed off for a second. How did that go?”

“Jenna and I will hang out at my house tonight. I’ll pick up around seven.” Diana crashed back to her ground and leaned back on the tree facing her sister. “So I expect you there at seven-thirty.”

Maddi chuckled. It hid her unease well. She watched Diana unfurl the crumpled top of the brown paper lunch bag she clutched. “Is that what I think it is?” Maddi rolled her eyes as Diana popped a few of the small white balls in her mouth.

Diana grinned. “Yellowtail tuna nori. Want some?”

Maddi shrugged. “I do just fine with my selenium supplements. My sperm count is high, regardless. Have you noticed a difference in yours?”

“Let’s say my girls don’t miss often.” Diana winked. “See ya tonight, Maddi.”

---

“WHAT R U DOIN?”

Maddi’s fingers tapped out a response to Savannah’s text. “AT MY SISTER’S. COME OVER TONIGHT?” She smiled as Savannah leaped to respond. “GREAT. SEE U L8R”.

“Your sister’s kinda quiet, Diana.” Jenna Potter tossed her tight, chestnut curls behind her shoulder as she stretched over the pool table. The smooth wood of the cue slipped through her fingers and rammed the ball ahead.

From her seat on the floor in the lux-furnished basement, Maddi heard the balls on the table clank and ricochet off the sides. Her eyes shot up on reflex. Diana’s balls flew out of control at times. But she ended up staring at the back of Jenna’s firm, dark thighs. The girl’s faded denim skirt was short—too cropped for school. Maddi know all she had to do was wait until Jenna bent over for a shot and she could drink in a glance of her plump, tight—

“She's nosey, too.” Diana’s face hovered over Maddi’s as she stepped in to block her sister’s view. She smiled when Maddi flinched. “Maddi gets lost in her own little world sometimes, don’t you dear?” Diana winked.

Maddi rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She crawled to a stand, stepping to the mini bar set near the fireplace. She filled one of the tall, clear tumblers with cranberry juice and returned to her seat.

“What’s in that?” Jenna asked from over her shoulder. She meandered toward Maddi, a curious look about her.

“Just juice,” Maddi snapped, failing to hide her irritability.

“Were you looking for something harder, Jenna?” Diana laid down her pool stick and turned to the bar. “Vodka cranberry okay?”

“Okay—to start.” Jenna winked.

Maddi’s eyes returned to her phone. A few taps of her finger sorted the text messages by sender. Now was a good time to refresh herself on all the conversations she was stringing along. Savannah was pregnant, terrified, but likely horny. Maddi just met Amber and would still need several dates before getting talked into bed. Mary was trouble—the way she swooned when Maddi walked into her recital. Mary epitomized the symptoms of love-struck. Ugh.  

She checked her schedule again. Savannah tonight. Then Amber tomorrow. Then Mary would come over the night after—Mary might need another load just to be sure.

Diana’s familiar cackle snapped Maddi from her little world. The short spunky blonde must have been on her second drink of the night. Jenna was likely on her third.

“So so so…” Jenna slurred, back arching against the pool table. “Which one of you has the biggest cock?”

Maddi’s eyes bulged. Then she turned her menacing glare to Diana and mouthed, “You told her?” to her sister’s smiling face.

“Jenna’s cool, Maddi.” Diana winked, her fingers tangled around the ends of Jenna’s springy hair. “Beautiful, isn’t she Sis?”

Jenna pulled away and gave a playful chuckle. “I told you to cut out that shit!” She laughed again, finishing the rest of her drink. “You guys are all alike.”

“You guys as in futa?” By that point, the veins in Maddi’s neck pulsed with boiling blood. Her knuckles went white as she clenched her phone in anger. “Is that what you mean?” She asked again, staring daggers at Jenna.

Jenna laughed again.

“Oh, give it a rest Maddi,” Diana cackled. “I swear you get offended over the slightest thing.” She curtsied and tipped her cup toward Jenna with a smile. “To each her own.”

“Cheers!” Jenna screeched before peering into her empty cup.

“Here, let me get that for you.” Diana took Jenna’s cup and mixed another drink.

Jenna turned back to Maddi who returned a tepid glare. “You don’t like me, do you?” Jenna slurred with a grin.

“If you don’t like futa, why are you hanging out with us?” Maddi asked through razor-straight lips. “There must be something else in it for you. Or rather--” She paused and shuttered. “There’s something else you want in YOU.”

Jenna bit her bottom lip in silence, her eyes losing focus for a moment. “I’m not gay,” She whispered with her head cast downward.

Futanarism was rare, but frequent enough for rampant stereotypes. Scores of half-truths and outright lies about the godlike sexual energy of futanari. It didn’t surprise her that a preppy plastic bitch like Jenna was into getting fucked by Diana because she bought into the hype. Plenty disapproved of their kind in public but were still so quick to molest and use them. To Maddi, Jenna was just another in a long line of horny ignorant co-eds, sleaze-balls on vacation, and repressed homophobic assholes.

“Here we are.” Diana returned and passed back the cup. “You two getting along?”

“Oh yeah, Diana,” Maddi quipped. “We’re practically sisters now.”

“Oh no!” Diana laughed. “That means Jenna’s MY sister too!” She cupped her hands around Jenna’s tiny waist. “That’ll make this pretty taboo.” Diana leaned on Jenna and gently pressed their lips together.

Maddi expected a struggle—or an adverse reaction at all. But Jenna’s free hand raced up and down Diana’s back as they kissed. She broke the kiss only and take a few more sips of her drink. Maddi shook her head and returned her eyes to her phone. She didn’t need to see this. Soft moans spilled from their mouths as the sounds of clothing slid down their bodies.

She looked up again. Diana’s tights were down over her meaty ass. Her globes jiggled as she rubbed her rigid cock against Jenna’s dripping slit. Their groans grew louder, and Jenna grabbed two fistfuls of Diana’s ass.

“Ow!” Jenna’s throaty grunt signaled Diana was inside. “Fucking-a, Diana. Your cock is huge!” With an awkward, stiff rhythm Diana pinned Jenna against the pool table.

Maddi tried to ignore them, but Jenna’s gurgled breathing was too distracting. When Diana’s soft, sensual whispers added to the symphony, Maddi felt her own cock react.

“Diana always sounds so cute when she fucks,” She thought as she finished her juice. Even she had to admit the delightful rush it gave her to hear her own sister fill an unsuspecting girl full of a creamy load.

Maddi craned her eyes up to ensure Diana’s distraction. Her sister’s mouth worked down to Jenna’s neck and throat. Maddi crept her fingers up and around her skirt to find her throbbing package. She pressed hard with her index and middle fingers and rubbed circles through her panties. Diana’s cries grew higher,  tighter. Her hips made dull, meaty-sounding slaps as they pounded against Jenna’s wetness.

Maddi crossed her legs and wiggled her toes. Her head spun. She yearned to peel down her leggings and jerk herself off. Instead, she squeezed her thighs together, feeling the trickle of girly cum drip from her pussy. The raunchy smell of sweaty sex filled the air—its dizzying, intoxication filled Maddi’s nostrils, driving her mad.

Then Diana pushed herself up by the balls of her feet. Her strokes slowed and came to a rhythmic conclusion. A relaxing groan eased from her throat as she backed away from the table. Maddi’s eyes locked between Diana’s legs. She watched her sister’s cock slide from its hiding place followed by a thick, white stream of stickiness. Maddi couldn’t believe how much cum Diana had left in such a short time.

Maddi stood to meet Diana’s approach, her eyes focused on Diana’s swaying uncut cock as it dripped in disjointed rhythm on the carpet.

“Another satisfied customer.” Diana shimmied up her leggings and smiled at Maddi. “There’s nothing like girl pussy,” She slurred.

“Good for you and Jenna,” Maddi huffed, flustered. She woke her phone to feign surprise at the time. “I should go. Savannah’s coming over tonight.

“Oh.” Diana stumbled to grab Maddi’s frail wrist. “Hey, Maddi can you give Jenna a ride home? I’m a little too buzzed.”

“What?” Maddi’s jaw dropped. “I don’t want her in my car, Diana. Let her just sleep it off here.”

“Because,” Diana turned and snapped. “If mom finds a drunk girl here she will ask questions. Questions that will unravel our entire plan.” Diana trembled. “GET. HER. COAT. Please, Maddi.”

---

“Thanks for the ride, Maddi.” Jenna fidgeted with her seatbelt as her words slurred. “Such a fun night.”

“Sure.” Maddi’s tone remained terse as she sped along the interstate. Just being this close to a futa-hater boiled her blood. “Don’t mention it. Please.”

Jenna giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re mad cause you didn’t get any.”

Maddi shook her head. “I’m fine. You and Diana were cute together. I didn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Geez, Maxine. It was just a little mindless fuck. I’m sure you’re familiar with that, huh?” Her voice trailed off as she shielded her eyes from the blaring residential streetlights. “This is my house at the end of the street. If you wanna park, I can taste care of that nasty freak-futa cock of yours.”

The brakes screeched the car to a jittering stop.

“Get out,” Maddi ordered. She bit her lip as the door slammed shut. That was enough fuckery for one day. Savannah had been waiting all night and was likely asleep in Maddi’s room. She would be a welcome distraction from Diana’s increasingly reckless behavior.