Chapter 1: Futa Elf! Dreaming of Another World

Virginia Homewood

You ever have one of those dreams where you know you’re dreaming?

As I gazed around at the woods, I knew I was having a dream. It was a fantastic forest. Unlike anything I had ever seen. The trees growing around me were immense. They had thick trunks that, I swear, you could fit a small house in. You know, one of those micro homes that were all the rage because of how sustainable they were for the environment. Smaller impact, less reality. Still, that was immense.

It was like the Great Sequoias they have down in California. I visited them as a kid with my family, my sister Saffron and I have a blast running through those trees. They were these massive redwoods, the barks looking like this russet red which made them stand out from the waxy-green of their pine needles.

These trees had silver bark. And I don’t mean they were white or looked silvery, I could see my reflection in them. I mean, it was all distorted, but there was a hint of my blonde hair and my round face and my plump lips and my...

Perky breast.

I glanced down and saw I was naked. My boobs jiggled before me, my nipples thrusting out hard. I was sixteen and maturing into a saucy beauty. A curvy booty and sleek thighs. I had a nice thatch of blonde hair on my pussy.

“Well, this must be a dream,” I said, glancing up at the tree. It towered up and up and then there were its branches. They were as thick as my waist, maybe thicker. They had golden leaves that looked like a maple’s, and all were as shiny and as reflective as the silver bark. The wind rustled through the boughs, making golden light dance around the forest floor. That looked more normal. It was soft loam, rich and earthy. A few sane looking plants were peeking up, like ferns but frilly, a few flowers that had red or purple blossoms. “Nothing this crazy could exist outside of a Lord of the Rings movie.”

My dad was a big fan.

“Huh,” I said, strolling around. “Why did I dream this?” I shook my head, my blonde hair dancing around my shoulders.

Something was slapping up above. I frowned. It sounded like bare feet smacking into bark. I craned my neck, staring up into the branches. The leaves reflected the sunlight above in dazzling flashes like a living disco ball or something.

A figure moved through the branches.

She jumped from tree to tree, violet hair streaming behind her pale body. It was hard to get a good look at her as the golden leaves kept dazzling my eyes, but it was clear that she moved with unearthly grace.

“There you are!” she cried out, her voice melodic. The words were English, but they were unlike any voice I had ever heard. There was something ethereal about them. Almost haunting and yet peppy all at the same time. “I’ve been looking for you, My Lady!”

“My Lady?” I asked.

The girl reached a branch above me and then, squealing, jumped down. I gasped in alarm for her as she plummeted a good hundred feet, her violet hair whipped back into a comet’s tail. I managed to just step back and clap my hands over my mouth when she landed before me.

As Deadpool put it, she did a superhero landing.

She popped up before me, her huge breasts bouncing and jiggling. She was naked like me. Well, she had golden leaves that were clinging to the sides of her boobs and silvery vines wrapped around her body. Another large, gold leaf covered her pussy. It swayed as she put her hands on her hips. Her skin had glitter all over it, sparkling as she moved. Thrusting out from her head were two long and slender ears. They thrust out a good five inches from her, each twitching in delight.

“Did I watch Lord of the Rings before going to bed?” I muttered.

“Lord?” said the elf, cocking her head. “What a strange ring. What manner of ring is a lord?”

I blinked at her. She did call me “My Lady,” right? I heard that. Well, dream.

“Doesn’t matter,” I said, her green eyes flicking up and down my naked body. I suddenly blushed and wished I had some gold leaves. Sure, her nipples were thrusting out hard, but at least her pussy was covered up.

Something swung behind her leaf, smacking into her inner thigh.

Was that a...

No, no, that couldn’t have been a cock. I mean, she was clearly a woman. Those were natural, if H-Cup sized, titties. I stared down at her thighs and then, swinging out from the other side of the leave was a long, fleshy shaft.

“Y-you have a cock!” I sputtered.

“Well, of course I do,” she said. “I’m a futanari-elf. I’m blessed by the Goddess Gnila and the Goddess Eenoy. I have both.”

“Both?” I gasped.

“Well, yes,” she said. “Being futanari should have clued you in.”

“Futa ... what?”

“Nari.” The elf smiled. “It means I have a pussy and a cock!”

“Right,” I said. I couldn’t believe how filthy my mind was. How did I even come up with that?

“Oh, My Lady,” gushed the elf, “you’re finally here. The prophecies were right. You’re here to save the world from the Demon Lord.”

Did I watch one of those weird Anime that Brígida likes? Those Ise ... Isekai. The ones where people from our world go to a fantasy world?

“Gotcha,” I said. “I’ve been pulled from my world to this golden leaf place to save the world.”

“Forest of Golden Dreams,” said the elf. “And, yes!” She bounced up and down and her cock popped out around her golden leaf. I blinked at how endowed she was. It wasn’t just in the tits department that she had been blessed. My cheeks burned and I really, really became aware of how naked I was.

I swallowed. “So, I have to fight the Demon Lord,” I said. “Uh, can I get some clothes or leaves or something? I’m kinda naked.”

“Don’t be bashful,” said the elf. I noticed her cock wasn’t falling back between her leaves. It was throbbing, growing erect. “You are very beautiful, My Lady. You have that wonderful beige to your skin, and your hair is as golden as the leaves above. Your breasts are round and perky—”

“Do we have to talk about my tits?” I gasped, covering them with my hands. “This is strange enough as it is. I don’t know why I’m dreaming this.”

“Because you need to—

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound pierced the forest, drowning out the words the elf said, her lips moving energetically. She clasped her hands tight, her hips wiggling back and forth which made her huge tits and big dick sway before her. Then the world melted around her, blotches of darkness devouring it.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The sound of my alarm clock destroyed the strange world with the gorgeous dickgirl-elf. She said one last thing, but I couldn’t hear her, and then darkness was around me. A red light filtered through. I heard my sister groaning.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Kill it,” Saffron moaned.

I woke up in my dorm room. I shook my head and then looked over at the alarm clock on my bedside nightstand. 7:30 AM. It was a school day. I smacked the button, killing the dreadful sound. Then I sat up, my pajama top clinging to my breasts. My bottoms were stuck to my sweaty butt and...

I was wet. My pussy tingled as the memory of that busty elf lingered in my mind. I shook my head, muttering, “Weird dream.”

“Hmm,” Saffron said. We were fraternal twins, though no one ever believed we were sisters. Saffron had raven-black hair that she wore cut short in a cute bob. She had a doll’s face and a petite body. Her blankets slipped from her as she sat up and stretched, her small breasts coming into view. They were barely more than handfuls.

For the first time ever, I found myself staring at them and tingling more. This shameful heat rushed through my mind. What was I thinking, she was my sister! I had never felt that way about another girl before, let alone one I was related to by blood.

“What was that weird dream?” she asked as she rolled out of bed wearing a frilly pair of purple panties. She headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but follow her ass as she headed to it. I squirmed, shocked that such ideas could even percolate through my mind. Why was I staring at her like I was some sort of perv?

I shook my head and smacked my cheeks. I had to get a grip on myself.

I rolled out of bed and pulled off my pajama top, my nipples tingling. The toilet flushed as Saffron came out, no longer wearing her panties. She stretched her back, not caring that we were naked. It was normal. We were twin sisters. It had never been weird before.

Nor sexy.

“Your turn to shower first?” asked Saffron. “Or mine?”

“Mine,” I said and darted to my dresser to get out my school uniform. We both attended the private boarding school St. Mary of the Veil. It used to be a Catholic school, but went secular a decade ago or something like that. They kept the name and the dress code. Since we were twins, it only made sense for Saffron and me to room together.

I let the water of the shower fall on me, soaking my blonde hair as that dream stayed with me. The elf and her big dick. That was so insane. Why, why, why would I dream of an elf let alone one swinging a massive dong?

A sexy dong...

I shook my head, my pussy on fire. I wanted to masturbate, but I couldn’t. Saffron had to use the shower. We had an unwritten masturbation policy. We could do it in the shower or we had to make damned sure the other one wasn’t going to be back while we were rubbing ourselves. So I could get off right now except I didn’t have time.

I could only shower and hop out so she could take hers.

I grabbed the body wash and loofah. I rubbed over my body. The soft, spongy material excited my skin way, way, way too much. I barely grazed my nipples and gasped. I was so horny. I couldn’t ever remember being so turned on.

The dickgirl-elf had those big, lush tits that were swaying, and those suckable nipples. I licked my lips, my twat blazing with heat. I just wanted to fall to my knees and suck on her cock. And what was her pussy like? How did it work having both?

Why was it so hot that a busty elf from my dream had a massive girl-schlong. What the eff was wrong with me?

I slapped my face, muttering, “Get it together, Virginia. You’re into boys. Boys!”

I know I went to an all-girl school, and there were definitely a few lesbians. Ella Savidge, who’d I see in my second period English class, was definitely one. She had a reputation for seducing girls at school. Rolling from bed to bed.

Some even claim she made a pass at Mrs. Brinkley, this teacher who abruptly quit last year. They whispered she’d been caught going down on Ella Savidge. Molesting her. Abusing her position as a teacher, but I bet Ella loved every minute of it.

She was wild.

I wasn’t a fan. She had one of those pushy personalities. The world seemed to revolve around her and her big boobs. God, she had some of the largest tits in my year. We were halfway through our sophomore year, and she just outshined us all.

She didn’t outshine that elf with—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Dude, what is taking so long, sis!” Saffron called. “You’re going to make us have to skip breakfast. You know that makes me cranky.”

“Sorry!” I gasped and turned off the shower. I hopped out, reaching for the towel when she just walked in her small breasts quivering, her black hair swaying about her face.

Her boobs were so cute, just perfect to cup and...

My cheeks burned as I squeaked, “What are you doing in here?”

She gave me the weirdest look. “It’s not like we haven’t shared a bathroom before. Geez, what is up with you? You’re out of it.”

“I really, really don’t know,” I said.

She hopped into the shower as I dried myself off. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and headed into the dorm to put on my makeup. I dressed in a bra and panties, my pussy so wet even after drying it. I would soak through my clean panties before I even made it to school.

I went with my pink panties that had the cute, white bow on the front and a matching bra trimmed in white lace. Since we had school uniforms, bra, panties, and socks were about the most expression you could have, and only one of those was seen by anyone.

But, still, I knew I had cute undies on.

I bet that elf would love to see my cute undies, floated through my mind as I worked on my makeup.

What was wrong with me? Boys, boys, boys, boys!

I repeated that like it was a mantra against this sudden plunge into lesbianism. Or futanarism, since that was what a girl with a dick was called. Had my brain just made up the word futanari? It didn’t ring any bells where I could have heard it.

Saffron came out of the shower in a cloud of pink naked and free. I watched her ass in my makeup mirror. She bent over to dig around in her drawer, her black bush peeking between her thighs. I could just see her.

I blushed. That was my sister I was ogling. My twin sister!

Maybe I was turning gay. I mean, it was the time in a girl’s life when she was supposed to figure it out. There was nothing wrong with liking pussy over cock, though maybe I liked both. Maybe I was bi and that was why I had a dream about a girl with a huge cock.

Yeah, I liked that theory.

With my light amount of makeup on, my lips a blushing pink and blue eyes popping with my eye shadow, I grabbed my skirt. It was gray and pleated. I drew it up my legs, the elastic band holding it about my waist. It fell to only two inches from my knees. The blouse was white and crisp, the school’s mascot, Queenie, on the front over my heart. My red bow tie went on next. I glanced outside. It looked sunny so I skipped the red cardigan I could wear on a chilly day. If it was really raining, I had a proper jacket and an umbrella.

My sister wore the same thing as me, though she pulled on a pair of thigh-high stockings, the black clinging to her legs and making them look sexy. I swallowed as I pulled on my ankle socks with a frill of pink lace around them. We slipped into our black saddle shoes and grabbed our bookbags.

“We’re too late for breakfast!” groaned Saffron as we rushed downstairs.

“Just grab some toast,” I said as we headed into the dining hall that was emptying of the other girls who lived in our dorm. Our private school had three of them.

I snagged two pieces, just taking the time to butter them up, then we were darting outside and ending up the rear of a parade of schoolgirls heading to classes. The dorms were not on the grounds, they were late additions to the school. By then, the area around St. Mary’s had become quite suburban. So we had a few blocks to walk.

We munched on toast while my dream lingered in my mind. In the distance, St Mary’s appeared. The three stories of red brick rose into the air. Above the entrance was a clock tower that rose another three stories, a marble angel perched at the pinnacle watching out over everyone.

There was a joke she should be taken down and replaced with Queenie, the queen bee that was our mascot. A fierce and beautiful bee that adorned my blouse.

I had my toast finished by the time we reached the school. I chatted with Saffron, my pussy still tingling. I really, really wanted to masturbate. I wanted to kiss my sister. My eyes kept falling on the skirts of the girls walking before us. A senior had a nice caboose, her skirt swishing and swaying back and forth.

I was so horny and had a day of classes before me. No chance for satisfaction for hours and hours unless I wanted to risk jilling off in the school bathrooms. I mean, they were clean, but that was still grody doing that at school.

“Virginia, can we just skip today?” Saffron asked. “Just go back to the dorm and lounge around eating junk food.”

“No,” I told her, giving her a serious look.

“But I have Civics first thing. Civics!”

“I have math,” I said. “Boring math. I’ll trade you.”

“Ew, no,” said Saffron. “That is not a fair trade. Double civics sounds a lot better than double maths.”

“Then don’t complain,” I told her as we walked by the school fence, the gymnasium rising beside us. It lay right next to the main building. I glanced at my sister as she walked between me and the chain-link fence. “No skipping school. I’m going to make sure you go every day.”

“But I wanna!” she whined, bouncing up and down.

“You’re not five any longer,” I said heartlessly.

As I did, we passed the gap between the two buildings and there was Akane Tamura, the captain of the volleyball team, with her skirt around her waist and her panties bunched around her knees. She had her hands braced against the wall as Ella Savidge rammed into her from behind.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped, seeing that fleshy shaft from Ella’s crotch. Was she a... ?

No, no, futanari wasn’t real. I dreamed it.

“Holy shit,” Saffron gasped, stopping like I did. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as my twin said, “Ella is fucking Akane.”

“With a big dick!” I gasped.

“You mean strap-on,” My sister said. “Right?”

Strap-on ... Of course, that made a lot more sense than Ella having a dick. That thick and fleshy shaft had to be made of rubber or something. It was so lifelike. I swallowed, my cunt blazing with heat. My cheeks burning.

“God, don’t gawk,” Saffron said, pulling me along. “That’s so nasty that she’s doing it out in the open. And with Akane. I thought she had more sense than that.”

“Yeah,” I said, my panties soaked now. The image of Ella’s boobs heaving beneath her blouse as she fucked Akane with the strap-on dildo burned in my mind. The elf with a big dick thrusting out past her leaf joined Ella, the pair standing side by side in my imagination.

We’re futanari, Virginia, Ella said, her hand stroking the elf’s cock. The elf’s stroking hers. We have pussies and cocks. Isn’t that hot?

God, it so was.

I had to get my mind off these dumb fantasies. Just expunge them from my head. They were not helping with my itch. Futas weren’t real. Girls didn’t have dicks and pussies. If they had the operation, they had one or the other. Not both unless they were real intersex, and that was rare.

And Ella was not one. She was just fucking with a strap-on.

Saffron and I rushed into the school. The tardy bell would be ringing. I hugged Saffron, trying not to grab her ass or feel the impression of her small tits against mine, and then broke off to head to my math class.

I headed to the stairs, racing up them as fast as I could, my skirts swirling about my thighs. I passed the second floor and wheedle around to rush up to the third floor. I was panting only slightly as I joined the other stragglers heading to first period.

Math with Mrs. Webb. I headed down a few doors and then slipped into the room. Brígida and Aria were both there and smiled at me. My two friends were cute. I had known they were cute, but now ... Now they were delicious.

Brígida patted the seat between hers and Aria’s. I shuddered. Too cute for me to be sitting between them. But so were a lot of the girls in the classroom. I threaded through the desk, passing girls who smiled, nodded, or said hi to me. I greeted them back.

“Hey, Myra,” I said to the Hispanic girl in the front seat. “Break a leg on Friday.”

“Thanks,” Myra said, her smile tight. “I can’t believe I got the lead.”

“You’ll kill it.” Then I glanced over and said, “Hey, Mary Jo!”

“Morning, Virginia.”

“Morning,” Brígida said when I reached her, pushing up her glasses. She was a nerd, her black hair gathered in a French braid, the plait thick and glossy. Her golden-brown skin was such a fetching shade. On the side of her bag hung a pink-haired girl from one of the Isekai Anime she liked.

Ram, I think was her name. That was important. “All the posers like Rem, but Ram’s the complicated one.”

It made nooooo sense to me.

“Morning,” I said, my pussy on fire as I sat down between the two cuties.

“Good morning, Virginia,” Aria said brightly. The Black girl had such a wonderful shade of coffee-brown skin. I mean, just gorgeous. She already had a motherly smile, her great ambition to find a spouse and be a housewife radiating from her. She would make a great mom. She wore her black hair in a collection of braids that swayed around her shoulders, each covered in multicolored beads. They clacked together in a fun way. “Oversleep?”

“Over-showered,” I said and slumped into my seat. “Weird dreams.”

“Oh?” Brígida asked. She looked up from her phone. She was probably reading one of those Japanese “light” novels. They were like Anime in print form, as crazy as that sounded.

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging. I couldn’t tell my twin sister about the dickgirl-elf I had conjured up, let alone my friends. It was just too weird.

And I needed to cool off.

“Okay, okay,” Mrs. Webb said, drawing my attention to the absolute MILF who taught the class. Wow, when did Mrs. Webb become such a babe?

I was almost drooling at the sight of the busty woman. She wore her brown hair in a bun, which somehow made her even sexier, her pencil skirt fitting about curving hips and a plump rump. She had nylons on that made her legs look gorgeous. I licked my lips as her mature gaze swept the room. Old enough to be my mother and not...

God, what had happened to me?

“I hope you all did your homework,” she said. “We’ll be tackling even harder problems today, and the worksheets will have laid the groundwork to excel today. Pass them forward.”

For a moment, panic shot through me. Had I done mine? Of course, Brígida had done hers. She excelled at math. She breathed it. Me, I had to pound my head against the textbook. I opened up my bag and...