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"The world has become a dangerous place. Monsters crawl out of the crevices of the world, and rumour has it they work at the whim of a strange sorceress, bent on causing chaos and the destruction of humankind. Men have mostly died out fighting this new threat, and a curse has been placed on women, turning them into Futanaris: Women with both male and female genatalia, with an unnaturally high sex drive." "You have arrived at the newly formed 'Futa Defence College', a school designed to train girls to combat this new monster threat. As you step off the bus which brought you here, you are struck with a sense of awe at the size and architecture of the buildings - everything looks so clean and futuristic, like it could be from a sci-fi film." "You wonder how the students and teachers will treat you, and whether you can succeed in this new school. You always got good grades before, but this is a different type of education." "Taking a deep breath, you step onto campus to start this new chapter."

"Two futa girls turn to look at you as you approach. They look you up and down, taking in your form. One of the girls has long crimson hair that falls past her shoulders in waves, accentuating dazzling emerald eyes. Her skin is pale and unblemished. The other has short platinum blonde hair styled in an asymmetrical cut that brushes against her angular cheeks. Her eyes are a captivating sapphire blue. Both girls are statuesque in stature, with curves in all the right places and impressive, bulgeging Futanari cocks strains against the tight fabric of their uniforms."

"Well hey there cutie," says the crimson haired girl in a sultry tone, flashing you a flirtatious smile, "I'm Alicia. This is my girl Izzy." Izzy nods in greeting.

"You must be one of the new girls. Admissions is that way," Alicia continues, pointing past some nearby buildings, "But I'd be happy to give you a tour of the campus first, show you where all your classes will be." She steps closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face, letting her fingers trail sensually down your cheek. "We'd love to make you feel welcome."

Izzy chuckles softly. "Yes, we'll show you all the...ins and outs." Her blue eyes rake hungrily over your body. "Won't we Ali?"

How do you respond to the futa girls' overtures? The campus is huge, and you don't want to get lost...

Alicia pouts playfully. "Aww, don't be like that cutie," she cajoles, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you against her curvaceous form. You can feel her sizeable futa cock pressing into your belly. "Admissions will still be there later, but us? We want to get to know you now."

Izzy steps up behind you, sandwiching you between the two voluptuous futas. Her hands find your hips, fingers tracing teasing circles over your skin. "Mmm, she's got such a cute figure, Ali. I just want to ravage her." She grinds against your backside.

Alicia's other hand reaches up to cup your breast, thumb flicking teasingly over your nipple. She leans in to nuzzle beneath your ear. "We'll show you so many wicked things, darling. By the time we're done you'll be begging for more." Her hot breath raises goosebumps along your neck. "Stay with us, just for a little while?" she pleads, breathy voice thick with wanton need.

Izzy's mouth finds the nape of your neck, kissing and nibbling along sensitive flesh. "Say yes," she urges huskily, fingers inching your skirt higher, "We'll make it feel so good."

What do you do as the futas attempt to seduce and distraction? You still want to get to admissions, but their touches feel so enticing...

Alicia and Izzy share a look, twin smiles of delight spreading across their flawless faces.

"Well, when you put it like that..." purred Alicia, reluctantly withdrawing her hand from inside your shirt.

Izzy gives your ass a playful squeeze before stepping back. "We never turn down a chance to show a new girl a good time," she grins.

The two futas bracket you on either side as you start toward admissions, Alicia slipping her arm through yours while Izzy keeps a casual hand on your lower back, occasionally allowing her fingers to drift lower to tease your skin.

"Have to say, you're handling yourself very well for a newbie around here," comments Alicia as you walk. "Most girls would be putty in our hands by now."

Izzy chuckles darkly. "Oh she will be, just wait. We'll break her down piece by piece until she's a quivering mess."

You spot the admissions building up ahead. Will you be able to make it there without giving into the futas' seduction? And what will happen to you once you're officially enrolled...

Alicia grins, excitement glittering in her emerald eyes. "Oh you'll give in, it's only a matter of time," she declares confidently. "We'll wear you down until you're begging for us. It'll be so much fun to break that will of yours."

Izzy nods slowly, predatory gaze drinking you in. "Mmhm, the feisty ones are always the sweetest once they've been thoroughly corrupted."

You step toward the admissions building, but before you can reach for the handle Alicia pushes you back against the wall, caging you in with her arms on either side. Izzy presses in behind, large futa cock nudging insistently at your backside through your clothes.

"Just one last bit of fun before you go inside to be bored to death with paperwork," whispers Alicia huskily, leaning in so her lips are a hairsbreadth from yours.

Izzy rocks her hips slowly, rubbing her length along the crease of your ass. "You know you want us bad, don't fight it baby."

Alicia begins kissing and nipping your lips, neck, anything she can reach. How will you withstand the futas' arousing assault so close to your goal?

Alicia captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue lashing against yours passionately as Izzy grinds behind you. You can almost feel her leaking precum soaking into the seat of your pants.

Izzy reaches around to fondle your breasts with expert hands. "Her tits are perfect," she growls in Alicia's ear, pinching your nipples until they peak under your shirt. "I wanna fuck her so bad right here against the wall."

Alicia tears her mouth from yours to attack your neck, biting and sucking bruises into the tender flesh. "Not yet, babygirl. I want to savor breaking her down," she pants, reaching down to hike your skirt up and peel your panties aside.

Izzy slips two fingers into your dripping slit from behind. "So wet already. I think she wants us just as badly," she croons. Her cock throbs eagerly at your entrance.

Alicia places your hand on the raging boner in her pants, urging you to stroke it through the fabric. "Come on, new girl. Give in to what you really need..."

You're pinned between them, their expert touches driving you wild. How long can you hold out against these seasoned temptresses?

The futas huff in frustration as you slip from their grasp, gazes raking hungrily over your fleeing form.

"So close!" groans Izzy.

Alicia chuckles darkly. "Don't think you're off the hook just yet, new girl. We’ll get what we want from you eventually." She blows you a kiss. "See you around campus cutie - we'll be watching!"

You hurry inside the cool sanctuary of the admissions hall, taking a moment to press your flushed face against the door and compose yourself. Your heart is racing and pussy positively dripping after your intense encounter with the insatiable futas.

Through the obscured glass windows you can faintly see Alicia and Izzy sharing a lingering, passionate kiss before turning to depart. Their lustful gazes lock with yours one last time before they vanish around the corner.

You exhale a shaky breath. Making it this far was quite an ordeal, but your enrollment is not yet complete. Approaching the receptionist, you see her nameplate reads 'Miss Harrows' - no doubt another futa faculty member. How does she welcome you on your first day?

Miss Harrows looks up from her computer, her lush scarlet lips parting in a welcoming smile. "Katrine, how lovely to meet you," she purrs in a sultry voice. Long curled locks of ebony hair spill over her ample bosom, accentuating curves that strain against the tight confines of her blouse. Violet eyes rake appreciatively over your figure.

She retrieves some paperwork. "Just a few forms to fill out and you'll be officially enrolled. Please, take a seat." She gestures to a plush chair facing her desk. As you sit, you notice her leather-clad futa cock straining visibly against the fabric of her skirt. She notices your furtive glance and smiles knowingly.

"So what brings you to our institution, my dear?" Miss Harrows asks while sliding the forms toward you, along with a pen. Her hand lingers on yours as you take it. "Hoping to....explore new opportunities?" She leans forward provocatively, granting a generous view down her top.

You blush, averting your eyes to the paperwork. How will you focus on enrolling with such a stunning distraction so close at hand?

Miss Harrows' lips curl in a predatory smile. "Oh I'm sure with a figure like yours, you'll fit right in here," she purrs, violet eyes drinking in your form.

She leans forward slightly, granting a generous view down the low-cut neckline of her top. "And who knows, with the right...inspiration, things could always change." Her fingers graze lightly over the back of your hand as you write, sending a tingle up your arm.

"There are many unique opportunities available only at our institution," she continues in a silken murmur. "Perhaps you'd allow me to...acclimate you after enrollment?" Her foot slides leisurely up the inside of your calf.

You try to focus on the paperwork but her close presence is horribly distracting. Each casual touch and deepened glance lights your nerves alight. How long can you resist giving in to her charms, with the promise of pleasures beyond anything you've known before?

Miss Harrows' eyes gleam with promise. "Of course, right this way." She rises fluidly, giving you an unobstructed view of her futa equipment straining against the tight confines of her skirt.

Leading you through a side door, she guides you down a short hallway before stopping at an inconspicuous metal door. “Through here is where we keep our special tech resources,” she explains, inputting a security code.

The door hisses open to reveal a plush lounge area decorated in blacks and reds. Soft couches are arranged around low tables lit with flickering candles. Upon the walls hang tapestries depicting erotic scenes of debauchery.

Miss Harrows crosses to retrieve a sleek black tablet from a drawer. "This device will contain all your class schedules, assignments and essential campus resources. It also serves another...special purpose." She presses it into your hands, letting her slender fingers linger on yours.

Her gaze burns like hot embers. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll demonstrate its full functions?" She indicates one of the couches, her own body language radiating barely-restrained need.

You find yourself drawn into her web despite yourself. What will you do now within her private sanctuary?

Miss Harrows smiles predatorily, trailing a finger down your arm and sending shivers through your body. "All in good time, my dear. For now, let's get you situated."

She guides you to one of the plush couches and sits beside you, thigh pressing warmly against yours. Gesturing for the tablet, she activates the screen to display a detailed campus map.

"As you can see, this shows all campus buildings and grounds. But its true purpose..." She taps an icon, revealing a hidden menu. "Is assisting your...extracurricular activities."

Her delicate fingers caress buttons, displaying live video feeds from various hidden cameras around the school. You see angles of dorm hallways, classrooms, even staff offices - everywhere students could engage in lewd acts unobserved.

Miss Harrows observes your flushed reaction with amusement. "Anonymous messaging and companion requests are also available. I'm sure you'll find...compatible partners."

Her hand moves to rest high on your inner thigh. "Now, shall I demonstrate a more hands-on function?" Her lips meet your neck softly. How do you respond to the sensual propositions before you?

Miss Harrows' lips curl in a sly smile against your neck. "Eager to learn, are we?"

She takes the tablet from your hands, tapping through menus with practiced precision. A new screen loads, displaying basic bio readouts of two individuals - yourself and Miss Harrows, her finger tracing circles on your leg.

"This monitors physiological responses during interactive sessions," she breathes, tongue darting out to taste your pulse point. Her hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers inching beneath your skirt.

Your breath hitches as you realize her intentions. Data on the screen shifts in response - elevated heart rate, rising temperature. Miss Harrows exhales softly at the reactions she evokes with just a light caress.

"Now, shall we proceed to a hands-on demonstration?" Her digits brush the delicate lace of your panties, already growing damp. Would you deny this skilled futa's advances, or surrender to new experiences within her capable tutelage? What does your curiosity - and your thirsting body - demand in this moment?

Miss Harrows sighs with thinly veiled frustration as you escape her ministrations, body still flushed and tingling from her expert teasing.

You exit the lounge on trembling legs, pulse racing. Making your way back down the hallway, you pass by several classrooms holding after-school activities. Within one room, passionate cries and slapping flesh can be heard over the music - no doubt a vigorous coital training session between willing students.

Another room hosts an impromptu strip studs poker tournament gone wild. Bodies writhe and grind upon the tables as articles of clothing are lost and stakes are raised. Lustful eyes follow your hastening form as you hurry by.

Finally reaching the admissions lobby, you spot a group of girls loitering by the entrance - the same two aggressors from before, Alicia and Izzy, joined now by a few of their clique.

Izzy's eyes light up predatorily upon seeing you. "Well if it isn't our little runaway," she purrs.

Alicia grins cruelly. "Enjoy your orientation, sweetheart? Now it's our turn to show you around..."

They approach with devious smiles and unmistakable intent. How will you escape their clutches this time?

Izzy loops an arm possessively around your waist, pulling your back against her big tits. "Leaving so soon?" she whispers against your ear from behind.

Alicia and the others form a loose circle around you, cutting off any means of escape. "The fun's just getting started," Alicia promises with a predatory wink.

Izzy's hands slide boldly over your clothed curves, squeezing and groping shamelessly. "We saw you skulking out of Miss Harrows' private room," she purrs. "Did her lessons get too...intense?"

Her long fingers brush your still- sensitive sex, making you gasp. Izzy chuckles deep in her throat at your reaction. "Tell me, did you at least get a taste before you ran off?"

Alicia steps closer, caging you in. Her hot breath washes over your shoulder as she unbuttons your top with languid movements. "No need to be shy now. We'll make you feel just as good..."

Izzy massages your breasts beneath the falling fabric as Alicia's skillful mouth assaults your neck. They grin against your flesh, relishing your shudders of unwanted pleasure - for the moment. What do you do now, trapped in their vicious ministrations? Yield or resist?

Alicia tightens her grip on your hips, grinding against your backside roughly. "Don't play innocent with us, you little slut," she growls threateningly.

Izzy pins your arms above your head from behind while Alicia continues ravaging your neck. "I can smell Miss Harrows' slutty cunt all over you."

Her hot breath flays your earlobe. "But don't you worry - we'll make her odor disappear, replacing it with our own."

Her huge member has hardened into an expectant bulge against your ass cheeks. The unwanted contact has your blood surging in both horror and stimulation.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, "let me go..." Already your resistance is crumbling beneath their talented ministrations.

Alicia smiles cruelly. "Begging so soon? We've barely started!" She yanks your skirt down in one sharp motion, baring your trembling form.

Izzy chuckles darkly. "I think she likes it rough, just like her mentor. Isn't that right, slut?" Her free hand slaps your breast in open challenge. How will you handle these brute's escalating violations? Fight or submit to the inevitable?

Izzy barks out a humorless laugh. "She's got some fight in her after all."

Alicia joins in her cruel mirth, grinding ever more insistently against your exposed curves. "We'll see how long that lasts," she jeers.

You renew your struggles against Izzy's steely grip to no avail. Just then, the clomp of boots sound from the hall - one of the teachers has come to investigate the commotion.

Alicia hisses a curse, releasing you. Izzy shoves you to the ground, tearing your shirt further. "This isn't over, slut," she warns.

The two saunter away casually as the teacher, a massive futa named Miss Blackwell rounds the corner. Taking in the scene, her brows crease sternly behind thick frames.

"Miss Katrine, is everything alright?" She notices your state of undress and exposed flesh, rising ire behind icy eyes.

"And just what has happened here?" she demands, glancing around for the perpetrators. How will you explain this embarrassing scenario to the imposing educator? Furthermore, how do you intend to survive in this debauched new world going forward?

Miss Blackwell's sharp gaze cuts through your feeble excuse at once. She was no stranger to the antics of Izzy and Alicia's clique.

"Do not think me a fool, girl," she says sternly. Turning to address the remaining onlookers, she barks, "All of you, get to your dorms immediately before I assign detentions!"

The crowd swiftly disperses under her intimidating scowl. Turning back to you, her lip curls derisively at your disheveled state.

"You're coming with me," she states simply, picking up your tablet from the floor. She turns on her heel, expecting you to follow. With little choice, you trail behind her towering form as she leads you to her faculty office.

Once there, she closes the door firmly behind you both. "Now, tell me exactly what those hussies did to you," she demands, tone brooking no argument. Do you persist in lying, or confess the humiliating truth to this powerful futa? Whatever you say, you sense this ordeal is far from over...

Miss Blackwell's gaze narrows thoughtfully. "I see." She paces the room a moment, considering.

"While unwanted advances are strictly forbidden, lying to a teacher is also a serious offense." Her tone holds a note of warning.

Coming to a decision, she stops before you with hands clasped behind her back. "You will receive no punishment this time. However, I cannot permit such brats to continue harassing students."

She sits at her desk with a sigh. "Izzy and Alicia have caused problems before. It seems stricter...measures are needed to remedy their behavior." Her eyes glint cunningly.

"You will help me set a trap to catch them in the act. When they make their move, I will be lying in wait." She leans in, lowering her voice.

"Do this, and I shall consider the matter settled between us. Refuse, and face the consequences of defying a teacher. What is your answer, girl?" You see the cunning gleam in her eyes - she has you neatly snared, one way or another.

Miss Blackwell smiles thinly, pleased to have your cooperation. "Very wise choice, girl."

She rises and circles around you, appraising your curves suggestively through hooded eyes. "Here is what will happen. Tomorrow after classes, you will find yourself alone in the south gymnasium."

Her hands come to rest heavily upon your shoulders from behind. Leaning in, she hums darkly against your ear, "Make sure to wear something...enticing. Give those wenches a show they cannot resist."

Her tall form presses flush against your backside. You gasp to feel her massive endowment straining against the fabric of her slacks, prodding insistently at your exposed cheeks.

"When they take the bait, I will emerge from my hiding place," she continues with a husky chuckle. "They will learn the true price of disobedience."

Her strong fingers lock around your throat from behind in a display of dominance. You shudder weakly in her steely grasp, stomach aflutter. It seems you've jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire...

Miss Blackwell rewards your compliance with a wicked chuckle. "Such an obedient girl," she purrs against your ear.

Her dexterous hand massages your captive throat gently but firmly. You moan softly at the dual sensations of helplessness and stimulation. Was this righteous punishment...or something more sinister?

She releases you then, circling back around to observe your flushed features with gratified intrigue. "You may go now. Ensure you are properly...motivated for our little set-up tomorrow."

Her suggestive lilt leaves no doubt as to her meaning. With a smug smirk and wave of dismissal, she returns behind her desk as if nothing had transpired.

You exit on unsteady legs, head reeling with complex emotions. It seems there would be no escaping such corrupt influences in this new world. Only surviving through whatever means necessary...

One of the futa girls, a tall brunette with perky D-cup breasts and a thick thigh, overhears your question as she passes by. She smirks widely before jogging back to you playfully biting her lip suggestively.

"Need some help finding your way?" she asks in a husky voice. Her fingers dancing provocatively against the front of her skirt suggest that her offer could involve more than just navigation assistance. "My name's Roxie, by the way," she adds with a wink.

Without waiting for your response, she takes your hand and leads you down a different corridor-away from your assigned dormitory area. As she walks, her hips sway temptingly and her scent becomes ever more intoxicating. Where is she leading you?

Roxie stops walking and turns to face you with half lidded eyes, licking her plump lips slowly. She steps closer, pressing her buxom chest against yours and leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"No, I'm not taking you to your room...yet." She says playfully, hot breath tickling your ear.

Her thigh slides between your legs from behind, gently nudging your sensitive folds. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy the detour..."

With that, she spins you around and pushes you against the wall, mashing her breasts against your back as her hands start wandering over your body. One hand cups your breast while the other trails down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

"Unless you really want to go to your room now instead...?" She asks teasingly, nibbling your earlobe. Her fingers inch lower, feeling your warmth and wetness.

Roxie sighs feigned disappointment against your neck. Her fingers withdraw, lingering for a moment at your entrance before reluctantly retreating.

"Alright," she breathes, nibbling your ear once more before taking your hand again.

She turns you down another corridor, leading you at a brisk pace. As you walk, you feel her eyes traveling hungrily over your body, her gaze practically undressing you. Her phallus strains against her skirt, begging for release.

"We're almost there..." she says airily. "Not to worry, I'll be sure to have another chance to taste you later."

Just then, you spot your dorm room up ahead, the door still shut. As you approach, Roxie spins you around once more. Her lips meet yours needily, tongue plunging into your warm mouth. Her hand hitches up your skirt and resumesits earlier work between your legs, eagerly fingering you.

"For now, just a little something to tide me over..." she breathes against your lips. "Welcome to the college, sweetheart."

With that, she gives your clit one final teasing rub and releases you, grinning wickedly as she saunters away down the hall. You arrived at your dorm room, thanks to Roxie. How exhilarating! But what awaits you inside your room?

After a few moments, the door swings open to reveal your new roommate. She's a buxom futa with wild pink hair, clad only in a skimpy bra and panties that do little to contain her ample breasts and thick, engorged cock.

"Well hello there!" She purrs with a fanged grin, olive eyes raking over your flustered form. "I'm Candy. You must be my new roomie!"

Without invitation, Candy seizes your wrist and yanks you inside, kicking the door shut behind you. She spins you around and pins you against it with her muscular body, trapping you there as her cock strains against the fabric separating you.

"Is that Roxie's scent I smell on you?" Candy growls, nose nuzzling your neck hungrily. "Mmm, you sure know how to make an entrance, don't you babe?"

Her hands grope your breasts as one leg hikes your skirt up, the bulbous head of her cock poking out to tease your folds. "Let me give you a proper welcome..."

Candy sighs dramatically, withdrawing her leg and hands from your eager body.

"Oh alright, if you insist," she says with mock disappointment, giving your swollen clit one last playful flick. "Go on then, get settled in. Make yourself comfortable!"

She gestures grandly to the cramped room before sauntering over to sprawl seductively across her unmade bed, thrusting her hips up invitingly.

As you begin unpacking your meager belongings with shaky hands, Candy watches your every move like a hungry wolf. Her eyes drink in the sight of your nubile body, thoughts of ravishing you clearly on her mind.

"Hurry up will you?" She purrs impatiently. "I wanna break in that pretty new cunt of yours before dinner. I think we'll be great roommates, don't you?"

Her hand strays down her stomach to find her aching cock, stroking it leisurely as she awaits your "settling in" to conclude. Her intentions couldn't be clearer. Will you indulge her...or make your escape?

Candy chuckles throatily, giving her cock a languid pump.

"Like what, desperate to sink inside your tight holes?" She grins wolfishly. "You bet your sweet ass we are, darling. It's part of our new nature, can't help ourselves around such a delectable treat."

Her hand quickens its pace as she imagines deflowering your virgin cunt. "Those two were just getting you warmed up. Trust me, you haven't seen nothing yet."

Hopping lithely from the bed, Candy prowls toward you and abruptly shoves you down onto the mattress. She mounts your hips to grind her cock teasingly against your clothed warmth.

"Better get used to being this school's personal fucktoy," she breathes down at you hungrily. "We'll use you till you're dripping with cum and begging for more. You're gonna love every second, I promise..."

With that, she yanks your panties aside and lines her slick head to your entrance.