Futa Cum Laude Bk. 02: Freshmen Ch. 01

Ramona Hawke's thick, stubby fingers tapped against the glass on her phone with great fervor. Her emerald eyes flickered as her pupils contracted, watching the reception bars on her cell phone disappear one after another. "Oh, come on." She growled, tapping faster. The crowded bus she hit a speedbump that violently jostled the sardine can on wheels. She had to grab hold of her phone as it almost flew from her hand.

"Serves you right." Her friend Shawna Wilson sat next to her, feet propped up on the dingy green seat ahead. Shawna arched her back and stretched, it forced her vintage red baseball-style shirt to rise and show her budding love-handles.

Ramona smiled as she stole a glance at her friend's middle. She had been secretly jealous of Shawna's dark chestnut complexion for years. Fast friends since high school, she got a thrill placing her pale arm next to Shawna's flawless ebony skin. It made her heart skip a beat sometimes. "Your phone's not going to work either," She smiled back at her friend. Ramona was grateful Shawna was there. "We're really gonna do this, huh?" She stashed her phone in the deeper inside pocket of her army surplus jacket and playfully draped her hand over Shawna's. "Go, team!" She let her hand linger longer than she knew to be appropriate as her eyes drank in the stark contrast of their skin tones.

"You're corny." Shawna slapped her hand away and flashed a playful eye roll. "Unlike you, I'm not addicted to technology. I'm actually looking forward to a wi-fi-less for the next hour before we get there." She ran her fingers through her short wavy hair. "How long until we're there?"

"HA!" Ramona bounced in her seat as she yelled over the roar of the bus engine. She could tell the rusted vehicle drop to low gear and chug up the steep incline. "You'd know how long if you used your phone." Ramona tossed her cropped violet hair behind her ear and settled back into her seat. "I actually think it's soon."

Indeed, the bus was winding up the hill to the final approach. Another few minutes and the brakes screeched the wheels to a stuttering stop. Ramona stretched and twisted, reveling in each pop of her spine as she worked off the fatigue of the two-hour bus ride. "C'mon c'mon c'mon..." Ramona bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together. It just occurred to her she'd be desperately holding her piss since the last bathroom stop-- that was well over an hour ago. She craned her neck towards the back of the bus. Women of every shade and age still busied themselves in magazines, mp3 players, and peering out the window. Ramona figured at least half of the worried faces had the same urge as her--rolling anticipation of release--urine or otherwise.

Ramona bounced on the balls of her feet as she popped down the bus steps. Before Shawna followed her outside, filling her lungs with crisp freshwater air, Sami had already disappeared into the Moringa Island visitors center bathroom.

As the busload of women aimlessly spilled into the parking lot, Shawna wandered toward a folding table. The weathered slab groaned under an assortment of pamphlets and brochures. They were the standard fare, detailing sites and attractions of the island, along with some 2-star hotels. She ran her fingers along the crinkled, water-stained papers. "I can't believe I'm here," Shawna said to herself, teeth pressing down on the softness of her bottom lip.

"Ready?"

Shawna hopped back, startled Ramona had come back so quickly. "Damn, girl. That I was a quick piss." She wheezed through her hot throat.

"Um... Yeah, why wouldn't I be quick?" Ramona smirked with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She pivoted and walked in the direction of what seemed to be the main drag of dingy stores and markets. Ramona wiped her forehead as she walked. Her fingers mashed the damp strands of hair upward and away from her eyes. "Yuck." She spread her fingers apart. Her sweat was viscous and webbed between her fingers. "God, I'm soaked already." She trotted on, considering dipping inside a store as an excuse to get out of the sickening humidity. Ramona peered down again, sweat puddled, and soaked through her tank top.

Ramona tugged on the next door connected to a dimly lit storefront. The musty windows could use a Windex or outright replacement. It was surprising then when Ramona's face met with an arctic gust of relief. For such a dilapidated exterior, the inside was comparatively lovely. Her flip flops slapped against the clean waxed floor, freshly mopped. She nodded at the clerk behind the counter, whose tanned weathered face was immersed in a cell phone video.

"Hmmph." Ramona rolled her eyes at his lack of customer service. She strode through the tall stands of colored newspapers and magazines. Ramona adjusted the weight of her backpack slung over her right shoulder, and picked up the local newspaper. Sami's heart dropped when she read the headline. MORINGA UNIVERSITY WELCOMES IN RECORD CLASS DESPITE DISAPPROVAL FROM LOCALS. "Fuck." She whispered in a terse voice, her eyes quickly scanning the text for details. "I did not come here for this bullshit." Her mind raced as she tried to read. "Damn." She said. The scandal rag was nothing more than clumped salacious crumbs. "Five 20-something futanari was wanted in the brutal assault of a college honor student.... Blood.... Semen..."

Ramona jumped at the CLAP of the shutting front door. Shawna stood there, donning an irked look.

"What?" Ramona blinked.

"Are you trying to fucking leave me or what?" Shawna stomped over with an angry whisper. "Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"I couldn't hear anything through that fucking humidity, Shawna." Ramona shook her head and pointed. "Read this shit." Her finger ran over the bold black type.

Shawna sucked in a fresh breath and swallowed. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come right now." She whispered. "We should see what bus we can use to get home."

"Well," Ramona smirked, scrunching her stubby nose at the thought. "We've already been accepted for classes. Where are we going to go, Shawna? Back to Staward House?"

Shawna shuffled her tired feet and released a labored sigh. "Alright, fine." She nodded.

Ramona savored a moment of silence, staring at her friend. "What's your problem?" She shook her head in disbelief.

"What if--" Shawna shot a glance toward the clerk, who hardly acknowledged their existence as of yet. She drew closer to Ramona's ear and whispered. "What if there's a crackdown?"

Ramona's heart skipped a beat. She was finally close enough to effortlessly whiff her friend's sweet-smelling skin. Shawna's intoxicating cocktail of cocoa butter and musky sweat dizzied her. "You watch the news too much, Shawna." She smiled, wrapping her arms around her friend's waist, pulling her closer, laughing. "Does the little girl need me to protect her tonight?" She teased. Ramona hated using such a condescending, childish voice. But this was the only way she knew to touch Shawna without 'exposing' herself.

"Oh fuck, get off of me." Shawna chuckled back, yanking away from Ramona's grip. "Look, if they start interrogating students, it could get worse. I know we've got an airtight alibi, cause she just got in town but--"

"-- that's not going to matter if they start rounding up the 'usual suspects.' Ramona shook her. She snagged a few bags of chips from a shelf behind her. "Can you grab some water?"

Shawna smiled before walking off to the drink cooler. Ramona was the most stubborn bitch she knew. She always had a way of reassuring Shawna things would be okay--on the rare occasion, of course, Ramona was correct about things.

"Excuse me." Ramona stood silently in front of the clerk before trying to vie for his attention. "How far is Moringa University from here?" She nudges the bright-colored plastic bags of chips closer to his phone.

He looked up at last, eyes bloodshot and bulging. His dry, cracked lips turned upward at the young woman, exposing the yellowed teeth behind them. "I was wondering if y'all was headed to the freak school." The grin was lecherous-- something sinister seemed hidden just beyond the ends of his smile. He pivoted his phone around, so Ramona had a full view of the screen. "You hung like that?"

The sight made Ramona's jaw drop. It was nothing she hadn't seen a million times; It was an animated scene of a voluptuous woman. Her bulbous breasts bounced lewdly while her absurdly oversized vascular shaft plowed into some frail waif of a girl. She was mesmerized by the mindless thrusting, the pulsing veins in the--wait, was that a HORSE COCK?

"Wow," Ramona said flatly, her lips were a straight line of discontent. "That's some real next-level bullshit you got there, sir." She nudged the chips closer. "How much for these?"

"Wait, wait, wait." He squeaked, pointing back at the screen. "It's not over yet."

I'M kinda over it. Ramona thought. But her eyes couldn't help but wander back to the screen. It's not like she hadn't indulged her share of hentai. She was always down for some Bible Black. But the mindless gaze on this particular futanari's face as she pumped into her victim, was off-putting, to say the least. Come to think of it, the woman's body flailed and flexed around the futa's rippling cock like a ragdoll. Was she even conscious? It was the damndest thing. Sex with no passion. Lovemaking with no love. The futa's monster shaft bulged and swole twice its size. She bellowed from the bottom of her lungs before blasting a torrent of come into her victim. The waif's stomach bulged-- Ramona feared it would explode. Instead, thick cream flooded out from her mouth. It gushed in waves as the girl's lifeless eyes rolled to the back of her head. Now it started to sicken her. Hentai snuff futa rape was one thing, having a stranger show her while she's trying to buy potato chips is another.

"What's that?" Shawna crept up behind Ramona. Her eyes squinted to make out details on the three-inch screen from so far away.

"You don't wanna know." Ramona cut off the conversation taking the water bottles from Shawna. "Thanks." She said with a smile, which didn't last long. "Okay, sir." she sighed. "2 bags of chips. 2 bottles of water. How much?"

But the encouraged man gawked on. "Bet yours ain't as big as this." His crinkled thick digit tapped on the spiderweb cracked glass of the phone.

"Oh," Ramona's voice trembled with rage. "Well, I dunno. Let's see."

Shawna's eyes bugged when she saw what Ramona was about to do. "Oh god," She dug frantically in her pocket and tossed crumpled a $5 bill on the counter. "Here, keep the change. Let's get out of here, Ramona."

"No. No. NO," Ramona leaned back and ran her thumber against her loose waistline, pushing it down teasingly slow. "He wants to know how huge we are. Well," She exposed her firey auburn tangles. "I'm going to oblige his slimy ass." Ramona guided her hand over her rippling shaft and flipped her thickness onto the table. Bluff called, the clerk initially diverted his gaze. But his view eventually returned in utter disbelief that the red-haired, red-faced futa freak mashed her 8-inch uncircumcised girth on the counter.

"Any more stupid questions?" Ramona asked in a bitter, low voice. Her palm rolled gainst her intimidating girth. "Sorry. It's not a horsecock. Guess you'll have to think of me as an actual human." An elated chill worked up Ramona's spine; With two fingers, she squeezed the bulbous head. The dusty store was quiet enough for the trio to hear the audible squish and slurp of dried jism peeling away from the pulsing tip. She squeezed again; This time, some clear, fresh juice dripped onto the counter.

"Oh," Ramona gasped, realizing this was a bridge too far. "Sorry." She stretched the waist of her shirt to smear the splatters.

"Outside!" Shawna scolded. She wrenched Ramona's shirt and yanked her out the door, leaving the speechless clerk to clean the remnants of Ramona's precum.

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"You should've pulled your cock out too, Shawna." Ramona snapped, readjusting her pants. The two found themselves halfway down the street before the enraged futa screamed: "FUCK YOU!". Her stay remained flushed and fiery. "Some fucking welcome wagon."

"What'd you expect?" Shawna shrugged, keeping her eyes downcast. "Red carpet? Please, come to futa school and fuck everything that moves with your big horsecock. We know you want to!" She teased with a mocking, hokey voice.

"Dammit!" Ramona pushed away, stomping some armlengths away before turning back to Shawna. "I've just fucking had it with 'normies.' Once we get to Moringa, I'm never coming back down here." She wiped the moisture on her noses with the driest part of her palm.

"Yeah," Shawna looked up. "It'll be a safe space, finally. Even if it's a little self-segregation."

Ramona gave a nervous chuckle. "Wish I could self-segregate. I wish we all could."

"Except futanari don't do that as a rule." Shawna patted her wavy hair as she sighed. "You know that 'we' love cis-women. Love fucking them, and especially knocking them--"

Ramona pretended to gag. "--I don't want to do any of that." She jammed her fists in her soggy pockets. "I want an education, and marry a futa. That's why I'm here."

"I'm just reminding you why this place exists." Shawna corrected. "John and Jane Q. Public are sick of their daughters coming home from high school with futa-babies in their bellies. Don't forget that I want the same thing as you."

Ramona stopped dead in her tracks, turning with a grimace, both confused and desperate. "Yeah, that's what you keep saying." Her voice was tired and raspy. "So, I still don't understand why you don't give me a shot."

"Dammit, Ramona." Shawna turned away, flustered, and frustration. "Can we do this later?"

"What is it about me?" Ramona poked. Any silence left her painfully uncomfortable. "Is it because I'm fat? Am I ugly?"

"Oh, god, shut up." Shawna dismissed. She turned at the sound of a bulldozer plowing against metal in a worksite across the street. "Ramona, you know you're like a sister to me."

"So, that's it." Ramona scoffed. "I'm ugly."

They shared a short laugh, then the booms and pangs of construction became a welcome distraction. Shawna eventually frowned, still able to make out the wet surface of Ramona's sullen eyes. "You've been my best friend for 3 years. I wouldn't have survived high school if it wasn't for you."

"Same." Ramona nodded. She had inched toward Shawna; Close enough to lay a gentle, but firm, commanding palm on Shawna's cheek. She waited to see if her friend would object--she didn't. Ramona pulled Shawna closer, evening their heads until her lips met. "Hmph..." Ramona's muffled sigh hummed through Shawna's soft, rich lips. Soon their tounges danced together. As Ramona wrapped her free palm against the small of Shawna's back, their kiss deepened. Shawna moaned-- Ramona's roaming hands messaged her body. Her back, her luscious round ass, and then around to Shawna's front bulge.

"Romi!" Shawna snapped. She shoved her full weight into Ramona. She scowled and adjusted herself as she watched Ramona regain her balance, embarrassed. "What the fuck was that?"

"I'm sorry." Ramona stammered, running back. "Shawna, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just--"

"--I know what came over you." Shawna threw up her palm, muttering. "It's hot out here. Let's just get to the college." She dragged herself down the street.

While she watched Shawna trek away, Ramona ogled her friend's jiggling cheeks. Ramona winced, grabbing two fistfuls of her stringy wet hair. "Way to go, Ramona. You stupid horny futa." She reluctantly gave chase.

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"So..." Shawna pondered aloud, her eyes carefully scanning lush courtyard before taking a few timid steps one of the marble picnic benches. Four girls sat in silence, each either busying themselves on their phone or taking bird-size bites of their sushi trays and seaweed salads. Shawna couldn't help but get the idea these we're the 'popular girls.' The quartet of thin debutants crowned with varied shades of blonde all had milky white, flawless skin--all except one. The girl at the corner farthest from her was covered with two sleeves of grey and blue tattoos. The stunning motif of machinery, cogs, and gears was starkly contrasted with her bratty pigtails. None of them initially acknowledged Shawna and Ramona as they approached.

"Excuse me." Shawna smiled, her eyes moved from girl-to-girl. "Can someone tell me how to find the Dean of Students." She endured several moments of awkward silence before shooting a confused look at Ramona. Shawna bit her lip before trying again. "It's Dr. Umi Saito."

Another round of silence.

"We're new," Ramona added.

All four girls seemed unbothered. In fact, nor Ramona or Shawna was given any inclination they'd even heard them.

"We're new and lost." Shawna sharpened her voice and projected. "Can anyone help us? Or at least acknowledge our existence?"

Ramona's blood started to boil. She clenched her fists to stifle a scream, taking a bold step forward and resting her weight on the table's edge. "She asked you guys a question," She muttered under her breath.

"They won't answer you." The ethereal voice seemed to float over Ramona and almost gave her a calming effect--almost. Ramona looked over her shoulder at the fifth blonde. Wearing a brilliant purple paisley dress, the girl's wild honey'd hair was a mess of braids and locks; topped over a sweet, pixie face with a natural charm and beauty.

"Why's that?" Ramona asked.

The girl smiled, cutting her eyes playfully at the table. "Because they're bitches. That and--well, nobody told us you were coming."

"Told you?" Shawna folded her arms. "Who are you, then?"

"I'm Willow." The girl extended her hand with the utmost zeal. "We all live in Goldenrod Hall."

Ramona cocked a brow. "And you all happen to be blonde?"

Willow chuckled. "It's all a bit on the nose, isn't it?" She sighed, caressing her sides and looking longingly in the distance. "We're all girls of prestige--in one way or another."

"Rich girls." Ramona rolled her eyes.

"Basically," Willow confirmed. "And since none of us knew you were coming, it means you're probably not rich, and therefore--"

"We're invisible to them." Shawna spat. "Story of our lives."

"You get the idea." Willow sighed. "I'm really sorry about them. I'll escort you to Dr. Saito's office." She watched the two exchange puzzled looks. "You're wondering why I'm one of them, and I'm talking to you."

Shawna nodded. "Basically."

Willow scrunched her nose and grinned. "I do what's right for the school--and Goldenrod House. Even if they don't think it is." She raised her voice to ensure all at the table heard. "This way, ladies." Willow turned on her bare heel and skipped off.

"What's this girl's deal?" Shawna whispered.

"What do you mean?" Ramona replied as she followed Willow in tow. "She's by far the nicest person on Moringa Island."

"Have you looked at her feet?" Shawna commented. She looked again to confirm what she initially saw. Willow was indeed barefoot and had been so for a while. Dried mud crumbled off her dirty heels and left subtle brown footprints on the concrete.

Ramona shrugged. "So she's a hippie. Whatever."

"Futanari hippie." Shawna sighed, shaking her head. "Maybe this place'll be more diverse than I thought."

"There!" Willow stood on the grimy tips of her toes and pointed to the tallest tower in view, a spiral that seems to loom over the entire campus. "Third floor, if I recall. Her office and living quarters are there. In case you need to know, the ninth and tenth floors belong to the Headmistress of Moringa. She's very strict, so I'd be on my P's and Q's if I were you. Learn the campus rules asap."