The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
Chapter Five: Mrs. Fatima & Cassie’s Surprising Delight
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Mrs. Fatima Samara

Water dripped off my body as I stretched my back, my large, dusky breasts thrusting before me. My toes flexed in the soft sand of the riverbank on the autumn side of the Year’s Divide. I smiled as Cassie, my young ally, swam the last few feet and reached the bank, crawling out on her knees. She breathed heavily, her red hair plastered to her face and shoulders, her round, barely legal breasts swaying.

My futa-dick throbbed at the sight of her. I had a harem of barely legal beauties waiting for me in the real world. The daughters of my sister and me. I loved all of them. I had bred all of them, loving the incestuous thrill of pumping my futa-cum into their fertile wombs. So I had to win.

And I had help. Cassie and I would do well together.

“I thought you could swim better than that,” I said. “Aren’t you a cheerleader?”

“I thought so, too,” she said.

I stepped closer, extending my hand to help her stand, when I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. A petite woman with the pale-olive complexion of a Far Eastern Asian rose from behind a bush down the river, a futa-cock thrusting hard before her, her hand throwing something at us.

Something pale.

Fear hammered through us as a cloud of fridge air hurtled at us from the Winter futa. My motherly instincts kicked in. I grabbed Cassie, hauling her to her feet and putting my back between her and the attack.

“Mrs. Fatima?” she yelped right before the attack hit me.

I gasped. A chill swept through my body. I pitched forward into Cassie as my limbs went rigid. My muscles froze as the cold invaded my entire body. I bounced off the girl, knocking her behind the nearby boulder thrusting out of the ground. I hit the sandy beach on my right side, rolled onto my back, and stared up at the sky.

“Mrs. Fatima!” screeched Cassie.

The redhead threw herself down beside me, grabbing my arm, trying to move me. Steam rose from my immobile body. My eyes could move, I could breathe, but there was nothing else I could do. I tried to wiggle my fingers, my toes, felt them twitch, but a frozen grip held me.

The Winter futa charged down the beach, crossing the distance fast. She was lithe, her breasts small, her hair silky black. I struggled to open my jaw. I moaned, trying to speak but my lips wouldn’t move, only my tongue inside my mouth, insulated from the frost.

“What is wrong?” Cassie asked. “Is it a fey? What—”

The Winter futa slammed into her.

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Keily Reddings

My heart beat with such joy as Deidre reached the bank of the Year’s Divide, joining me on the autumn side. Her red hair clung to her shoulders and face, darkened by her swim across the river. She had such a joyous look in her blue eyes. Water dripped off her pink nipples and hard cock as she gained her feet on the sandy beach.

She swept me up in a hug.

Our naked bodies pressed tight. I clutched to my sister as she held me. Our futa-dick throbbed together, both hard and trapped against our stomachs. Her round breasts nudged against my smaller tits. And then our lips met.

Such glorious, incestuous passion surged through me. I kissed my sister so hard, so glad to hold her. So glad that she loved me. My pregnant pussy clenched with excitement. A hot itch burned inside of me even as my shoulders shook.

Tears of pure joy fell down my cheeks as our lips worked together.

We found each other. We were reunited. I never wanted to let Deidre go. My older sister stroked my back while my hands grabbed her rump. I dug my fingers into her flesh as our kiss grew hotter and hotter. I wasn’t alone in this mess. I had her. We could figure something out. There had to be a way for both of us to keep our futa-dicks.

I just didn’t know what that was.

Pussy juices dribbled down my thighs. Every moment kissing her swelled my excitement. She was in my arms. My wonderful sister held me. I groaned into the kiss, shuddering as we swayed together, our clit-dicks throbbing as they caressed each other. Such naughty tingles ran down to my pussy.

I wanted to be in her snatch. I wanted her to be in my cunt. I wanted to fuck her and wanted to be fucked.

But we couldn’t do either.

I broke the kiss, my body shaking worse. What started as tears of joy became grief, fear. I sniffed, staring at her wet eyes. My glasses slipped on my nose as the world grew so blurry on the edges. More tears fell hot down my cheeks.

She shook, too. “I know.” She stroked my auburn hair as I clung to her wet body. “I know.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Deidre answered, my sister giving me a soft smile, half-hopeful, half-fearful. “But we’re together.”

“I love you!” I said, squeezing her tighter, our flat bellies pressed so tight. We were both only six weeks pregnant. Neither of us were showing. But our daughters grew in each other’s bellies. Proof of our incestuous love.

We sank down to the ground, moving together. Thee sand was soft against my rump as we leaned against a rock, her arm around my shoulders, my arm around her waist. She pulled me so close. I felt so safe.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I whimpered. “I miss you so much.” My futa-dick throbbed and twitched before me, waving in the air.

“Me, too,” she whimpered, such frustration in her voice. “Me, too.”

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Cassandra “Cassie” Riley

I rolled on the ground with the Winter futa. I knew her. Ms. Kim. She was the mother of Yunjin, a girl a year younger than me. We had the same chemistry class at my college. Her mother became a futa a few months back. It turned around her failing business.

Fear hammered in my heart. She was so strong for a woman so slim. She grunted as we rolled on the sand. Our futa-dicks smacked against each other as we tumbled. I was a cheerleader. I had a lithe and limber body. I squirmed and wrestled.

I had to get away. I wasn’t ready for this. I needed Mrs. Fatima. But she was…

Frozen.

“What did you do to her?” I shrieked.

“Got her out of the way so we could have fun,” Ms. Kim purred, her slanted eyes burning with such hunger. She pinned me on my back. “I know how to deal with employees that our disobedient. And you’re really no different.”

“Disobedient!” I hissed. “You’re trying to take away my futa-dick.”

“You’re trying to take away mine!”

I let out a screech and bucked with my hip. Mrs. Kim rolled off of me. I scrambled to my feet. I had to get away. Regroup. Think. How could I fight her? She froze Mrs. Fatima. She had magic powers somehow.

That was so unfair!

I darted away, racing around the boulder. The sand turned into brown, wilted grass. I made it two steps when Ms. Kim tackled me from behind, screeching like a mad banshee. I gasped, hitting the ground, the woman ending up atop me.

“Now stop resisting,” she cooed, “and let me give you my futa-reward.”

I shuddered as a hot itch surged through me. Even knowing that if she fucked me I’d lose my futa-cock, my pussy ached to be filled by thick girl-dick. It was like my body was wired to be loved by futas. To crave their transformed clits pumping over and over into my young snatch until we all came.

But I wouldn’t lose.

With a screech, I elbowed her as I rolled over. She gasped, her head snapping back. I ended up on my back beneath her. Silky, black hair spilled about her face as she knelt over me, her small breasts jiggling. Her hard girl-dick smacked into mine as they both throbbed between us.

“Ooh, you naughty girl,” Ms. Kim said. “You need a time out.”

The air grew suddenly cold. Frost swirled around us. My eyes bulged as she froze my arms to the ground with thick manacles of ice. I gasped, my arms pinned wide, exposing my breasts to her hungry gaze. I groaned, squirming, struggling to break free.

More ice flashed. My ankles were frozen to the ground now. She knelt between my spread-wide legs, my pussy on display, helpless. A shudder ran through me. I groaned, shocked by how wet I grew at being bound and restrained, unable to fight back.

Unable to stop her from fucking me.

My dick throbbed harder, the tip itching as her dangling girl-cock nudged it. Such a hungry smile crossed the futa’s lips. She let out a purring moan, humping her hips and fucking her spongy crown up and down my shaft. I groaned every time our tits rubbed together, the friction shooting through me.

“Mmm, see,” she purred. “Isn’t that exciting? I would punish my employees this way. But it wasn’t really a punishment. Not when it made their pussies so wet and itchy. To be helpless, to be at someone else’s mercy, made them drip. Aren’t you dripping?”

“Yes,” I groaned, unable to stop myself. “I am, Ms. Kim.”

“Oooh, you know me. Are you one of the futa-cheerleaders at my daughter’s college? One of those Pussycats I’ve heard about?”

“Yes,” I whimpered as her hands slid up to squeeze my youthful titties. Her fingers caressed them, thumbs rubbing my hard nipples. “Oh, god…”

“Mmm, you’re just getting wetter and wetter,” she grinned, her face delicate and hungry all at the same time. “You’re squirming. Your pussy is just itching for my girl-dick, isn’t it, futa-cheerleader?”

“Yes, Ms. Kim,” I groaned, pulling at the ice freezing me in place.

It wouldn’t budge. I was helpless, and that made me so hot. My pussy clenched, wanting to be filled by her girl-dick so badly. I lost. I knew it. There was no hope with Mrs. Fatima out action. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was frozen and helpless on the other side of the rock.

Two futas for Summer were about to lose.

Ms.