A Small Favor

Note: You rarely see Futa-On-Futa stuff on Literotica it feels like, so I thought I'd give it a shot.

Second Note: For those of you who are unaware, a "futa" is a person (generally feminine) who possesses both genitalia.

E N J O Y!

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"God, why don't you two just get married already?"

"CHRIS!!!"

It was a bright, sluggish Monday afternoon. Currently, I was sitting at my college's cafeteria, enjoying a freshly cooked plate of eggs and bacon. The other tables were fairly full, but mine had just two idiots sitting at it. Idiot #1 was me, of course, idiot #2 was Chris.

From an outside glance, I doubt anyone would think we'd be friends. Chris was the quintessential surfer dude, tall blonde hair, blue eyes, abs, sleeveless shirts, all that shit. You know who I'm talking about, the dude that walks into a class and without a word sits in the back and falls asleep. That dumbass happened to be a good friend of mine.

But, well, I did not look like that. No, I had straight cinnamon hair, big eyes and I'd never worked out a day in my life. On the bright side, that gave me a huge rack! Sadly, it also meant I was very flabby. Still, I tried to make it work. So, how did a nerd like me and Chris end up as close friends?

Well, it was mainly thanks to the girl we were talking about right now. We'd met through her and somehow, we ended up with the opinion that each other's company was marginally better than being alone.

"We're not... We're not into each other like that."

"Really?" Chris lifted a brow and took a messy bite out of his eggs. Then, with his mouth full of food (gross, I know) he said, "well, let's go over the list, shall we? You kiss each other on the mouth."

"Just for a second or two, just pecks."

"You two spend more time together than most pens and notebooks."

"We like each other's company."

"And every time you say goodbye, you say "love you", ugh." He said with a sickly sweet tone.

"Well, we do love each other... But not like that!"

"Christ. And I thought all those dense anime protagonists weren't real."

"A n y w a y, as I was saying," I cut him off, "she asked me to come over tonight so I can't make it to Pizza Mon-night."

Yeah, Pizza Mon-night. It was this thing me and Chris had where we'd eat pizza to get the week started off right.

"Fine, fine. I'm just saying, the sooner you two fuck the sooner you can start posting disgusting couple pics on Twitter for clout. That's all I'm saying."

"Agh, fuck off." I launched a piece of my eggs at him and he swatted it away lazily.

"Oh?" Some random girl made a sound like she'd just discovered the moon. "Chris! Hi!"

"Huh? Hey."

And just like that, Chris started having a conversation with a random girl who was really in the mood for surfer dick this evening. God, I am so glad I'm a lesbian since it means I don't make dumb faces like that at every dude with more than ten hours spent in the gym.

This moment did give me the opportunity to respond to my best friend's messages, so I went to do just that.

Except, when I was about to get my phone out, a hand fell on my shoulder. Then an arm wrapped itself around my torso and I was being hugged by someone who was just a little too warm. I moved to see who it was and my jaw dropped.

"Hey, Allie."

There she was. Luna. Wearing pink hotpants and a tank top, a brown-skinned girl with long hair dyed white with an hourglass figure, perfect boobs a toned ass, and okay, listen. I know I sound like I'm gassing her up a lot but she deserves it. She really does look like a Greek goddess!

And, okay, if I'm being honest sure. When we first met like ten years ago when I thought Finding Nemo was the greatest movie I'd ever seen (not that it's not good, but, you know), I had a little, minor, totally irrelevant crush on her.

But, as we grew closer and closer, that crush faded. And, yeah, maybe the fact that my heart was beating a little bit quicker because she was so close to me was a sign of something but, listen, it's okay. It really is!

Totally nothing to be worried about.

I turned around in my chair and, yeah, as Chris mentioned, our lips met in a two-second "hello" kiss. But, listen, it was just friendly. There was honestly nothing sexual about it. We hugged for a long time. Every time we did, I would lose myself for a little bit in her warmth.

When we separated, a smile bloomed on my face as I saw her brown eyes looking back at me.

"Doing good?" She asked.

"Better now," I replied and Chris gagged in front of me. Of course, I ignored him.

"Cool." With that, Luna took the chair behind her, turned it around, and sat with the back of it to the front, her legs spread and her body leaning into it. We were so close, I could drown in her vanilla-scented perfume. "You should consider yourself lucky."

"Why?"

"If dying of boredom were actually a thing, I'd be fucking wiped. Chemistry was such a pain."

"I like chemistry!" I declared with a grin.

"You would, nerd."

"Oh, come on. Liking chemistry isn't nerdy. And, you're one to talk, Ms. Biology Major."

"Hm... Nah, you're still a nerd."

"Fuck you!"

"Take your flirting somewhere else!" Chris (politely) threw pieces of egg in my way and I leaned forward, beckoning Luna to shield me which she did, blocking the thrown food like a pro basketball player.

Just to piss Chris off, I wrapped my arms around Luna and sang out: "my hero!" like a damsel in a cheesy old school fantasy flick, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Luna smugly winked at Chris and the surfer rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," Luna said, "you're free next period, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"I'm saved!"

"What? Why?"

"I wanted to skip but I didn't wanna be alone." She let me know. "Wanna go to my place? Next period was your last class, right?"

"Yeah."

"Come over! I have..." She leaned in conspiratorially and her lips brushed against my left ear. Any shivers that were felt were simply because she was entirely too close. "La-sa-gna."

"Shit," I mumbled. "That is pretty convincing."

"I know! So come on, let's chill."

In all honesty, she didn't even need to do any convincing and I'm sure she knew that. I would say yes, pretty much no matter what. Just so you know, I lived off-campus at my parent's house, but she had her own dorm on the college grounds. If someone were to calculate my hours precisely, there was genuinely a chance that I spent more time at her house than my own.

The longest I'd spent was like two weeks straight or something. She had a Biology exam and needed help studying for it, and I was there for every step of it. Spending time together wasn't really the kind of thing we had to ask each other about. I think she did it just to play around.

"Awesome. You wanna leave now?" She asked me and I turned toward Chris.

"Hey, we're-" I started, but Chris waved me away.

"Go hang out with your girlfriend, it's okay."

"Dude!" I barked out and he shrugged.

Luna smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"More like my trophy wife," Luna stated and I nearly blushed. I was lost for words. Just as their eyes turned onto me and things were about to become awkward, someone called out in the distance.

"Luna! Aye, come over!" A tall, handsome guy in the middle of a group of more tall handsome guys beckoned my best friend and she quickly left my side and went to join him. And, well, after just a few seconds I saw exactly the reason I couldn't let myself feel more for Luna than I was now.

He slapped her ass and kept his hand there while they all laughed at stuff I couldn't hear from here. Then, she got on the tips of her toes and kissed right next to his lips. Okay, I can imagine a million questions just came up in your mind from hearing that, and listen:

A) I didn't know if that was her boyfriend or not. In fact, I didn't know if she was dating anyone. I tried not to assume anything, but as you might have realized by now, Luna is a **very** flirtatious person. And okay, I'm not that jealous of a person, but I do think there's a line when it comes to this kind of stuff and the question is: would she stop the more... over the line stuff if we were dating? I had no idea.

B) I didn't even know if Luna was into girls. Much less if she was into futas. She'd had a lot, and I mean a LOT of boyfriends over the years, but I never saw her with another girl. And, yeah, she was like this with me even during those relationships.

That was pretty much all the confirmation I needed to understand that she didn't see me in that kind of way. And, as much as Chris might not agree, that was fine. I was fine with it.

After a minute of me being in my own head, she walked back to me.

"Sorry."

"It's fine." I shrugged. "Let's go."

We were close enough to the dorms that we just walked there. It did take a few minutes though, and in that time Luna confided a few things to me.

"Allie! It was terrible!" She cried out playfully. "My dick got hard mid-class! Then the professor asked me to stand up and say something. It was something straight out of a fucking sitcom."

By the way, that was one of the things that contributed to us being as close as we were. In a world where futas (perfect hermaphrodites) were about 5% of the population, we were lucky enough to meet. Two dumb futas just trying to survive.

"Oh my God, what did you do?" I asked, trying not to focus on how the sun reflected off her brilliant skin.

"I told him my knees were sore or some shit, but I was so scared. And then," she put a hand on my arm and leaned in like earlier, "a girl looked over at me and I think she saw my bulge."

I belly laughed. I actually cackled at that.

"It was terrible!" Luna yelled with a grin.

"That's amazing!" She smacked my shoulder as we both laughed along the cement path.

After a while, we were talking about something else. Something I was, um, surprised by, to say the least.

"So... You and Chris?"

"Hm?" I looked over at her.

"Are you two... You know, a thing?"

I scowled.

"You mean, like, dating?"

"Yeah." Her tone was softer. The smile hadn't left her face, but it didn't quite reach her eyes anymore.

"Hell no." I shook my head so hard it almost hurt. "No, no, no, no, no."

"You have been spending a lot of time together lately," Luna added and I rolled my eyes. "How should I know? You never talk about guys and shit." She pointed out.

In my mind, I said, "and most of the time we're talking about YOU, so..."

You know, let's pause for a second.

Think back to big moments in your life. I don't know, confessions, getting jobs, being fired, whatever. Let me ask you something. Did those moments have a big, shining preamble? If they did, what happened next was not one of them.

"Luna, I'm not into dudes," I announced. I hadn't even realized that I said something important until Luna's eyes widened.

And, in case you're wondering "well, you're best friends! How come you don't talk about who you want to fuck every day?" And, the answer is, we did... A few years ago. Back when I thought because a dude looked objectively handsome it meant I might have a crush on him. But... As my actual crush on Luna grew in strength, I started shying away from those kinds of talks. What can I say? It made me feel a little weird every time she brought up something romantic.

"Oh!" Luna said. "Oh, shit!"

"Sorry to kind of just drop that on you."

"When... When did you realize that?" She asked.

"A couple of years ago."

"DUDE!" She yelled. "And you didn't say anything?"

"I... It never really came up." I said.

"Wow... I must have been so annoying." She said with a look of ominous realization and I laughed a little, bringing her close.

"No, no. It's on me. I should have said something."

Luna wrapped an arm around me and patted my back. "Can't wait for the lasagna! We need to celebrate!"

"Celebrate what?"

"You joining the team!"

"What team?"

"The 'thirsty bisexuals' team!"

"Oh, I'm not into guys though," I noted. She made a funny pensive face and in a hushed tone said:

"I'll let you into our society anyway, we'll just keep that part of it under wraps."

"Society? What, this whole time bisexuals have been plotting to take over the world or something?"

"Mhm. Our time is coming, Allie. You'll be alright though, you got me on the inside."

As ridiculous as our conversation was, it made me feel a little better. Luna was taking everything in stride and...

Wait...

I thought, "did she just say she's bi? Does that mean she's into futas? My heart can't handle this!!!"

Shit.

Well, that crush was a minor big deal now.

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A few minutes later, we were sitting in the middle of her living room. The tv was playing in the background while we sat on her couch, snuggled up together with lasagna on a small table in front of us. The sun was starting to recede, casting everything in an orange haze.

Luna's head was on my shoulder and I was leaning into her about as much as I could. I felt so insanely happy. For a few seconds, I decided that my crush didn't matter. As long as I could have this, I'd be okay with everything.

For a few seconds anyway.

"So..." Luna started with a soft voice. "Any girls you're crushing on?"

"Took you a while," I said and she shrugged. Looking up at me, her eyes shone with interest as I gulped and answered.

"Um... Not really."

"You're a terrible liar, Allie." She laughed, brushing a bit of my brown hair aside.

I shook my head and thought the conversation was over, but she kept going.

"So, you mean you haven't been interested in anyone lately?"

All of a sudden, my head felt several times heavier. My chest grew tighter, and as Luna waited for my answer, I felt my heart beating against my chest.

"Well..." I don't know what gave me the bravery (or stupidity) that made me say this. "There is one girl..."

"Oh?" Luna raised her brows. "Do I know her?"

I nodded.

"You, um... Know her pretty well."

"Really?" A smile blossomed on her face. She was so close her lips could almost touch my cheek. And, well, I made no move to get away.

"Then is it..."

...

And right there, her phone buzzed.

I was about as pissed as you must be right now.

"Huh?" She leaned over, away from me, and grabbed her cell. After a bit of swiping, she made an "oh" face. "Allie! Allie! I just got a really cool idea!"

I looked over and saw she was currently on her Insta notifications.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you do me a favor?" She asked. "Just make a vid with me, real quick."

"Huh?" I raised a brow.

"Just to show off a bit, you know?" She smirked and shifted on the couch so that she was now sitting on my lap. "I want to let everyone know I'm currently hanging out with my favorite person in the whole world."

At that, I choked on my own saliva and coughed a few times.

"Um... Sure." I said after a few seconds. Luna was pretty popular online, so she did like to do this stuff from time to time. Actually, some times when we'd take pictures together or whatever people would ask if we were dating and Luna would always joke around in response. What if they did that now that she knew I liked girls? Although, I guess I didn't make it clear I was into futas specifically too. My bad on that.

"Here, I'll start in a second, ready?"

"Nah, let me put on a dress and some eyeliner."

"Too bad." She replied and as we both chuckled, she aimed her camera at us and pressed "record".

I instinctively moved to hug her, holding her close and she placed a hand over my arms. Even from behind, I could just barely make out that she was grinning. She didn't say anything. Instead, in place, she turned her head back and barely caught the corner of my lips in a kiss.

Automatically, I moved to return the gesture and kissed her, but I didn't miss her lips. I kissed her square on them. It was normal for us after all. She turned her whole body to where her shoulder was between my breasts and our faces were now so close our noses were touching.

I saw her mouth "I love you" and she moved in and kissed my lips lightly. When we separated, there was a louder smack then usual and I smiled at that. She licked her lips, looking down at mine, and moved in again. The camera was on us the whole time.

This time, because she had just licked her lips, when we kissed a strand of saliva remained for a split second, connecting us. We giggled for some reason and then she peppered kisses on my face in a flurry that made me burst out laughing.

Then, she caught my lips again but... I think I messed up. My mouth was still open from laughing and, well, her lips intertwined with mine in a way that was, uh, less than chaste. I was so distracted, I almost didn't notice. I was too focused on how her eyes were locked with mine.

When she came back in, I leaned forward, expecting the usual, but she had a different plan. Instead, she stuck her tongue out. It dragged between my lips and left them wet when it left. I was gaping at her.

Finally, as she proceeded to tilt her head and give me the first real kiss we'd shared, I realized what was happening and pulled her in.

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**Luna's POV**

**Just before she came to the cafeteria**

I was lying on my back at the college's rooftop. You know, everyone has something a little superstitious that they believe in, right? No, I don't mean religion, Lord knows I want nothing to do with that, I mean like jinxes. "No, don't say you'll do great on this test, you'll fail!" "Oh no, it's raining, that means today's gonna suck!" That kind of stuff.

For me, it was watching the clouds move across the sky. It always had a way of letting me know things were going to be alright. Like, no matter what happens, the world keeps on spinning.

Still, I couldn't ignore the barrage of messages my phone was receiving for much longer. After a little while, I looked at them.

Chris: hey, I'm with your girlfriend at the cafeteria if you wanna come around.

I snorted. It sounded like he was taunting me. I hadn't talked to him about it, but ever since I introduced him to her, it had to be obvious I liked Allie, right?

Below that, there was another message from a guy I'd slept with last week.

Tyson: you left your sandals over here

I was so drunk I must have walked home barefoot. Shit.

Me: Keep them.

After a few more brief responses, eventually, I arrived at the last message Allie had left me.

Allie: heeey! save me this class is killing me

Attached to the message was a picture of Allie with her head in her arms on her chair, looking at the camera with a sleepy smile.

You know, if you asked a hundred people who their dream S.O. was, I wonder how many of them would be able to say "my best friend". And yet, that was the position I was in.

"Jesus, Allie," I muttered. She was the single most adorable person I'd ever met. Damn, I can still remember that first time we laid eyes on each other. Nine-year-old Allie asked nine-year-old me if I'd ever seen a blowfish before. That question was the beginning of a friendship that I could feel would never end.

But, that wasn't enough for me. I wanted more. I'd always been a greedy person, okay? In everything. I was the girl who leaned across the table to take the last slice of pizza, I was the girl who'd never turn down anything free, and when someone in a mall offered me a free sample of food I'd take it quickly. Also, I was the girl who'd sleep with anyone and everyone I wanted to.

Taking things was in my nature. But, with Allie, it was never as simple as just trying to make her mine. Because, unlike all those other things, I cared about her. I never gave a shit if I rode a dude's dick and that guy happened to be married, or if I fucked a girl in a bathroom and her boyfriend was in the room next to us. I didn't think any of that had anything to do with me.