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"This is what a futanari is! Never forget!"
As Victoria continued to unleash her liquid fury upon the spectators, a certain individual stood out to her - the person standing on the balcony and watching her. Though Victoria couldn't see who they were or much of them at all, darkness covering their body, their stance made them stick out like a sore thumb. Instead of running away in fear or gawking at her like a zombie, this mysterious figure had her arms crossed, her hips cocked in a more casual stance. It was a way that no one had ever looked at Victoria during one of her bouts of sexual deviance, her posture akin to a mother watching their child acting out disobediently. Victoria's face fell for a moment, her own stance relaxing, unsure of how to respond to such an unexpected sight. For once, she was the one stunned.
But that only lasted a moment.
Her usual fury took over at this insubordination of the norm. Lifting her cock with both hands, she pointed it as directly as she could towards the unknown entity. Flexing and grunting, Victoria put as much force into this next shot of ball gunk as she could, her load flying right at the balcony - but it didn't quite make it. The stream of white progeny fell short, hitting the wall under the bottom of the outer wall, painting it like all the other areas in the room. Victoria watched as the person - whoever they were - cocked their head at the futa's action, before turning and leaving, disappearing behind a curtained-door. Brow furrowing at the oddity of that entire, silent interaction, she went back to hosing down the audience.
After the usual, stupendous amount of time had passed for her climax to finish, Victoria's cock finally began to sag. It dipped between her legs and rested against her person-encompassing sack, returning to its smaller, default state - one that was no less as jaw-dropping as her erect size. Steadying her breathing, Victoria looked at the crowd, her expression changing to its natural resting bitch face, no emotion showing on her countenance. She took a last glimpse at Dolores, the room she had wanted to call her place of work, and all the people in it, her chest tightening at what could have been. Her eyes closed as she turned away from it all - from her dreams, her future, her happiness - all of it, and left.
A single tear ran down Victoria's face as she walked back down the runway.
- COMMENTS
ZachStarAttack6 months agoThoughtful story! I'd hope she could get redeemed and fix herself!!! It'd be so cool to live in harmony wid her nature! Maybw she could even grow other people to get thar normalcy
ZachStarAttack6 months agoThis story was sad and definently made me think. Great descriptions btw.
Having like the green goblin shit with the cumslit calling out to her like the mask is so fun! It really made me sad when she couldn't fit. Not only cause its hawt but because that was when her thoughts got to her and she totally lost it. With your stories, you really get into the emotions and the feelings of it all, beyond the trope-y stuff. Thank u! Like in Lucy Looks for Love 2 when things get too shallow. I really gotta read the previous chapters, I didm't read 1-4, at least in a while, and moar stories!!
2222083almost 2 years agoYou’ve written something amazing here. This chapter is super sexy and raunchy, and I loved it. But what caught me off guard and I love even more is the tragedy of it all. The ending caught me off guard and the subtle ways you hint at something deeper is just amazing. Bravo man, bravo.
