The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Three: Dr. Rita’s & Officer Cindy’s Fairy Romp
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Ms. Ji-Woo Kim

I followed the ice river in the direction of the moon. The direction of the Lands of Transition. I didn’t know what else to call the strange piece of geography I walked beside other than an ice river. I don’t mean it was a frozen stream, but it was almost like a glacier. But a glacier flowing through a channel far, far faster than it should.

The ice moved. It rippled and crashed together. Once, my daughter Yunjin was a girl scout, and she’d spent a summer obsessed with polishing rocks she’d find. I would forever hear this grinding sound as the rock polisher rumbled away. The ice river sounded like that but amplified. It was at once violent and majestic, full of raw power that dwarfed me, but that power was restrained, channeled in the direction towards the Land of Transition.

Guided by something that had dominated it.

I strode naked through the snow, my futa-dick hard before me, my petite body wholly unaffected by the chill. The snow was cold and yet felt comfortable on my bare feet. I marched with purpose, my silky-black hair sweeping about my shoulders.

I would not lose. My business needed my futa-dick. It had almost failed before I met B. My dream of Mizzytique, my makeup company, almost lost because of my own weakness. My own inability to seize my female workforce by the scruff of the neck and give them a good shake. To inspire them into productivity.

And then B gave me my futa-dick. It inspired my workers. Gave me confidence. My ex-husband always claimed women made poor leaders because they didn’t have cocks pointing before them. Well, I had a cock far bigger than his.

I was so determined to win this contest, marching towards the Land of Transition through the night of Winter, that I didn’t notice the fey until she let out a purring moan. I blinked, snapping my gaze to the right just in time for a snowball to hit me in the face.

The naked woman perched on the rock howled in laughter. Her ice-blue breasts jiggled as she mocked at me, her white hair, looking more like frost than silky strands, sweeping about her slender shoulders. Her lithe legs kicked through the snow at her feet as I spluttered in outrage.

“Ooh, look at you,” the fey said, “strutting through Winter with such determination.”

“I am fighting for Winter!” I hissed. “So show me some—”

I squealed in shock and dove to the ground as three snowballs rose into the air around the fey. They streaked over my head as I belly flopped on the powdery snow, puffs of white exploding around me, my cock and tits stinging from the impact.

The fey laughed louder. Her breasts heaved as she threw back her head. “I can’t… The way you… Just belly-flopped… Like a whale… Frozen nights… That was…”

I glared at her. She reminded me so much of Brittney Rakes. “This is how you treat one of Winter’s champions?” I snarled, pushing myself up, snow falling off my body in a cloud of white. My small breasts quivered in outrage. “Show some respect!”

“Respect,” she said, rolling her eyes. “To a Mortal? You belly flopped because of a few snowballs!” She clutched her stomach, laughing again. “What can you fight, little Mortal? You’re scared of these.”

I set my teeth and marched at her as her powers gathered five snowballs this time. They rotated in the air, the snow packed tight, glittering in the silvery light of the moon. Something wicked glinted in the fey’s eyes.

“Do it again!” the fey shouted. “I want to savor it. To remember the great Winter champion screeching like a scared rabbit and throwing herself to the snow on her belly over these!”

The snowballs streaked at me.

The old me would definitely have belly-flopped again. The old me was weak. She lacked confidence. She hated confrontation. But I had learned. A leader needed to be strong. Even when her instincts screamed at her to be weak. She had to project strength and confidence. She had to appear in charge.

Because then she would be.

I raised my arms before me. The snowballs pelted my body hard. Snow exploded around me. A wash of fine white crashed into my face, clung to my hair. I spluttered, shaking my head, and charged forward, screeching like a warrior, my big futa-cock bouncing before me.

The fey’s laughter trailed off as I reached her. More snowballs rose, but I seized her arm, twisted it behind her back, and pinned her to the rock she perched on. I knew how to deal with disobedient employees.

Disrespectful fey could be handled the same way.

CRACK!

My hand fell hard on her ice-blue rump. She gasped in pain, a rosy color rising in her pale flesh. Her butt-cheek jiggled as he squirmed on the rock. I savored the stinging impact on my palm. I drank in the way she squirmed as I kept her pinned to the rock.

A snowball hit me in the back.

CRACK!

“You can’t do this!” she gasped.

CRACK!

Her ass had a nice, rosy glow about it, that crimson blush spreading through her. I admired it as I asked, “Why not?”

“Because you can’t!” she pouted, her legs kicking.

CRACK!

“You’re the one acting like a brat,” I hissed. “Like a naughty, little girl.”

CRACK!

“And I love punishing girls when they’re naughty.” I licked my lips, the ache burning across my palm. Such a satisfying feeling. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. My dick throbbed before me.

CRACK!

I smacked down hard on her rump. She squealed in pain, her entire body convulsing. Her legs spasmed behind her. Her breasts rubbed against the rock as she squirmed. White hair swayed about her supple back.

And her whimpers… Such sweet whimpers of pain. But mixed with something else. That wanton, awakened pleasure that a good spanking stirs in a woman. I smiled, spotting her hairless pussy lips sparkling with dew.

CRACK!

“Please, please!” moaned the fey, her body bucking again her ass glowing crimson. “Stop!”

“Why should I?”

CRACK!

“Because!” she howled, more and more pussy juices trickling out of her cunt, staining her thighs. “It hurts!”

“It’s a punishment,” I purred and cracked my hand down again.

SMACK!

But not on her ass. My hand landed on her pussy.

She squealed in rapture and agony. I massaged her juicy snatch, her pussy lips almost burning. I drew my hand away and licked my palm. I savored the flavor of her tart cunt. I reveled in the delicious taste.

CRACK!

She groaned in relief, my hand landing on her ass this time.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned.

“Sorry for what?”

CRACK!

She squealed again, her ass clenching so tight. My dick throbbed as I stared at the glowing rump. My own pussy juices leaked out as much as hers. It took all my self-control not to fuck her yet. But I was having too much fun disciplining her.

“Sorry for making you belly flop and for laughing at you.”

CRACK!

“Why did you do it?” I asked as she whimpered again.

“Because it was fun!” she gasped. “I was bored. And you looked so silly. Marching with such determination. Not bothering to enjoy the beauty of the world around you. Hurry, hurry, hurry. What’s the rush?”

I ignored that. “So you think you can just throw snowballs at someone because you’re bored?”

“Well, yes.” She sounded confused. “Don’t you do what you want? Don’t you use that big, throbbing clit-dick you have whenever you’re horny?”

She wiggled her hips, her pussy dripping with juices. She didn’t have a futa-dick. Did not all faeries have them?

“Don’t you just stick that dick in any hole you want?” she asked.

I did. But the women were always willing.

“So I could just slam my dick into your pussy?” I asked, moving behind her, rubbing the tip of my dick on her dripping cunt.

She whimpered. “Yes! You have me dominated. You can ravish me!”

I moved my cock up her slit and between the cheeks of her butt. I found her sphincter. “I can even fuck you here? Just ram it into your bowels because I’m bored.”

“Ooh, yes,” she groaned, wiggling her hips, stirring her puckered sphincter around my dick.

“What’s your name?” I demanded.

“Alp Luachra,” she groaned. “And yours?”

“Ms. Kim,” I smiled. “Remember it. It’s the name of your new futa-boss.”

“Boss?” she frowned. “What’s that?”

“It means I get to fuck your ass whenever I want.”

I thrust into her asshole. My eyes widened as the velvety heat of her bowels engulfed my dick. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her grip as I sank into her. Pleasure shuddered through me. I gripped her hips, moaning out my rapture as I sank deeper and deeper into her.

She whimpered, her asshole clenching down on my dick. Her body quivered, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my invading shaft. It felt delicious. She was so cold she burned around my dick. A frigid fire that bathed my futa-cock in rapture.

Pleasure flowed down my clit-dick and into my pussy. My cunt clenched as I drew back through her velvety sheath. The fey whimpered, her back arching. I slammed into her bowels again, my black bush pressing against her crimson asshole.

She groaned in pain-filled ecstasy, her bowels squeezing down so hard on my dick.

I loved it. I drew back and slammed in again and again. The friction burned around my plunging cock. She sang out in pleasure and agony.