Chapter 17: Futa Fantasy! The Naughty Harem Has Arrived

Kalirisia

“LADY VIRGINIA!” screamed Willow, the futa-dryad clinging to me.

The ground had stopped shaking.

I shuddered and shook my head. The trees creaked above us. Golden leaves rained down from the silver limbs. Convergence had happened. I sat up, my large breasts jiggling. I looked around and spotted my golden bow nearby.

I snagged it and gained my feet.

“LADY VIRGINIA!” screamed Willow again.

“Hush,” I hissed at her. “Calm down and hide in a tree. I’m going to make sure that everything is fine.”

“Fine?” she whimpered. She stared at the destruction. Dreamweave Trees had been ripped from the ground and thrown through the forest. One of the magnificent trees lay nearby. It once stood a hundred feet tall, branches like highways.

Torn down in moments.

“Yes, fine,” I hissed. “The Demon Lord has begun the End. It’s time for us to stand. Lady Virginia is coming. You must have faith. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

Willow stared at me. Then she nodded, blinking back the tears in her green eyes. She stood up, her emerald hair swaying about her nut-brown face. She pressed back into the bough of a tree and then merged into it.

The tree swallowed her up. The sliver bark flowed around her like water. It spilled over her shoulders. Her face vanished into it and then only her large breasts remained. They sank into the tree, her nipples the last thing of her I saw.

Then I was alone.

I padded forward, my bow in hand. I knocked an arrow, ready to draw back and let it fly. I could see walls ahead. It was made of brick. I frowned as I padded closer. It was well-made and completely unnatural to the Forest of Golden Dreams. Anathema.

I reached the wall, leaning against it. I could hear shouts. Cries of alarm. I moved down the wall at a crouch, using it for cover. It had ripped down the trees grown nearby. Nor did the land match it. The ground dipped and rose, climbing up the wall and revealing a strange foundation. Where a stream had once flowed, only muddy water reaming where the flow had been cut off, I could see the wall’s foundation and then layers of black soil beneath it. Something metal stuck out, braided together and coated in black leather.

I didn’t know what it meant. I kept moving. I climbed up the other side of the bank and came to a gate made of black wrought iron bars. It was closed. I moved up before them and saw words written upon the gates in cursive letters.
St. Mary of the Veil

I blinked at those words. They seemed important. I peered through the bars and saw a green lawn, as flat as a plain, that led to a red-brick building that rose three-stories tall. It had windows that shone like crystal. My ears twitched as I saw girls darting out of the doors in skirts of gray with white blouses. They had red scarves or something about the neck. A woman who was wearing gray pants and a dark jacket was ushering them towards another building that stood apart.

“What is this place?” I asked myself.

Pain slid into my back. I gasped and swung an elbow behind me. I cracked it into a face. The heat ripped out of my back. I shuddered, feeling the blood spilling down from the wound. I staggered and saw the dark elf.

Surexila.

The tall and leggy assassin grinned at my blood dripping from the end of her dagger. Her onyx skin and white hair, gathered in a ponytail, named her a Dark Elf. The evil that the High Elves like me had cast out.

“Raatak’s Sharp Blade, I’ve been wanting to stab you, Kalirisia,” she said.

I snapped my bow up, drew my arrow, and fired in a heartbeat. No time for aiming. She twisted to dodge it. I struck her in the shoulder. She screamed in pain and reeled back, blood spurting from her wound. She threw her dagger at me, but I was already diving for the ground. I rolled, the pain in my back flaring. I rose behind a tree and then the world spun around me.

I was dizzy. I shook my head and fumbled to draw another arrow. Surexila cursed behind me, her voice dwindling. I dropped my arrow. I bent down to pick it up. Darkness washed across my vision. Then I crashed to the ground.

“Lady ... Virginia...” I whimpered as I fought against unconsciousness.

Virginia Homewood

My head throbbed. I groaned, lying in a tangled pile. It was pitch black in here. I could feel limbs on me. Bodies. I struggled to stand up. Someone winced beside me. Girls groaned all around me. I shuddered, feeling nauseated.

“What happened?” I asked. “The world ... The world folded in itself.

“Why’s it so dark?” someone called.

“Eenahsor Dakap!” Brígida called.

A ball of light appeared above her, revealing her lying nearby in a tangle of her mages. She had Iseul lying across her lap. Addy was on the other side, struggling to stand, but her arm was beneath Opal’s body.

We were still in the Home Ec room. Saffron was on me. She twisted around and then was the first to get up. She held out her hand for me. I grabbed it. My twin sister pulled me to my feet. I staggered, my heart pounding.

Screams echoed through the hallways outside the room. Shouts of girlish panic. There were more in here. The priestesses were crying and clutching each other. The cheerleaders were extracting themselves. Lada shook her head.

“Girls, be ready,” she growled. “We’re under attack.”

“What sort of attack folds the world in on itself?” Saffron asked.

I leaned against the door, panting.

“Anyone want to barf?” groaned Ocean.

“Yeah,” Brígida said. “Oh, my, I think we just did some extra-dimensional hopping.”

“Going to the other world doesn’t make me nauseated,” I groaned. “Nor gives me a pounding headache.”

“You do it naturally,” said Brígida. “Did anyone else feel how immense that power was? Something was unleashed.”

“A ritual to cause Convergence,” Saffron said. “They cast that last night. That would have been ... twelve hours ago. It’s noon, isn’t it?”

“Let’s see,” said Aria. She headed over to where there were book bags had been dumped. She opened hers and pulled out her phone. The bluish glow bathed her face. “Yeah, it’s noon. And I have no signal. I’m not detecting the school’s WiFi either.”

“There’s no power,” said Brígida. “If we’re in another world, the electrical connections would have been severed. It’s not like there’s an emergency battery bank or generator on campus.”

“To the gym, girls,” a voice with authority shouted in the halls. It rose over the cries of the girls.

“Sounds like Mrs. Webb,” said Saffron, pressing her ear to the door. “She’s gathering up the normal students. They all sound frightened. Did the entire school get taken here or something?”

“Maybe,” Brígida said.

“If that’s Mrs. Webb, let’s get her,” Lada said. “Come on, girls, let’s jump her.”

“Jump a teacher?” gasped Avice. She was clinging to Jie. “That will get you in so much trouble.”

“If we’ve come to another world, who gives a fuck.” Lada looked around. “Come on, girls. Let’s go and get them.”

The cheerleaders all yelled.

“Is someone in there?” Mrs. Web shouted. “The home ec room. Of course. Gaa Ahkohd!”

“I think she just cast a spell,” Saffron said. “She said something like, Gah achoo.”

I nodded.

“Gaa Ahkohd?” Brígida asked.

“That’s it,” Saffron said.

Brígida sighed “She fire-trapped the door. That’s not good.”

“You mean...” I asked, flinching from the door and grabbing Saffron. My futa-dick was going soft so fast. “We open that door...”

“And this room becomes filled with flames,” said Brígida. “And it’s on the other side of the door. No way that I can dismiss it from here.”

“There has to be away for us to get out,” I said. “There’s...” There were no windows in this room. It was one of the interior ones. “Are we stuck in here?”

“The spell might decay over the next day or so,” said Brígida. “Depending on how much effort she put into it.”

“Then they have us suck in here,” I said. “When it wears off, they’ll be ready to take us out. We’re sitting ducks. We have to get out of here.”

“Yep,” Saffron said. “Good thing there’s air ducts and you have the best thief in the world on your side.”

“But it’s a spell,” gasped Brígida. “You can’t disable a magical trap.”

“If she’s a good enough thief,” said Addy, “I bet she can. Like in D&D. Rogues can get the Use Magic Item skill and they can disable magical traps with a high enough Disable Device skill. I bet Saffron can totally do it.”

“Good enough for me,” Saffron said. “If D&D does it, then it must be true.”

“D&D isn’t the only fantasy system,” Brígida said. “What if were in GURPs?”

“You’re the only one that has ever even heard of GURPs,” said Joann. “We’re not talking some janky system from before we were born.”

“D&D is from before we were born,” muttered Brígida.

“I’m doing it,” Saffron said. She glanced up at the vents. “Cheerleaders, I need a human pyramid!”

Saffron Homewood

“You’re going to be okay, right?” Virginia asked. My twin sister stared at me with these blue eyes just brimming with emotion.

“Hey, I promised you, nothing’s going to happen to me. I don’t break my promises. Thief’s honor.”

“Do thieves have honor?” asked Brígida.

“When they’re cute and adorable as me, yes!” I rested my hands on my chin and fluttered my eyelashes at my twin.

She snorted. And then threw her arms around me. I hugged her back and kissed her back. It was a good kiss. Lots of tongue. My futa-dick was getting all sorts of hard. I twitched and throbbed against her. It was fantastic to feel. A hot shiver ran through me.

I didn’t want to break away, but I had to get us out of here. It was the only way we were getting to safety. I broke it and then I turned around to find Lada supervising the human pyramid. Suzan, Ocean, and Mackenzie were on the bottom, their futa-dicks and boobs swaying beneath them. Then came Luana and Guadalupe. Their backs were bare. Ejiro would be on top normally, but that was where I would stand to reach the vent.

“Thanks,” I said and scrambled up them.

Climbing a human pyramid sure was different. They were fleshy. And things shifted. They groaned, their arms bucking as I climbed up on them. I had a foot planted on the middle of Guadalupe’s and Luana’s backs. I reached up to the vent.

It was screwed in.

“Anyone got a flathead screwdriver?” I asked.

A chorus of “No” and “Nope” and “Sorry” echoed up at me. I considered it. Then I grinned. “This is a home ec classroom. How about a butter knife.”

They had those. In moments, I had it and unscrewed the vent. I tossed it down and thrust my head through. It was dusty. I sneezed. It also was narrow. I mean freakishly narrow. There was no way I was going to get through it without some lubrication. I mean, I was a petite futa. I could tuck my cock with the best of them, able to fuck myself with it.

“Okay, okay, I need the girls who really squirt when they cum to surround me. Then I need them to blow. We got to get them off and drench me in pussy cream. Tamera, you’re a squirter.”

“Okay, Saffron,” she said.

“Ocean, that name can’t be a coinkidink,” I said. “You have got to be a gusher. And Virginia is.”

“So’s Aria,” said Virginia.

“I am, Lady Virginia?” gasped Aria. The Black girl squirmed with embarrassment. She squirmed there, her cock bobbing before her.

“Brígida, you have the look of a squirter,” I said, hopping off the pyramid. “And you two, Lada. I need to be drenched in pussy cream. Just slathered in it. Only way this is going to work.”

“You heard her,” my sister said. “I want us to coat her in pussy cream. Just drench her. So lets from a circle.”

And they did. Virginia was right before me, her blonde bush dripping. Lada was on her right, her shaved cunt looking so yummy. I had to give her a lick. I fluttered my tongue up her snatch, loving how great she tasted. A wonderful, tart delight. Brígida on Virginia’s other side, her golden-brown rump so cute, her black bush soaked. Aria was after her, then Tamera. Ocean came in on Lada’s other side with Addy filling in the last spot. I smiled at the seven cunts and asses surrounded me.

“Get to sucking them!” I moaned.

Girls fell to their knees and suckled on the seven futas’ dicks. The air was alive with naughty nursing. The sounds were so obscene. I loved them. My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. A hot melange of cunt cream filled my nose.

I leaned forward and nuzzled into Virginia’s sweet cunt. I licked at my twin sister’s pussy, savoring the incestuous flavor of her cunt. Then I darted to my left and nuzzled into Brígida’s furry muff. She had a real spicy flavor that I loved. I thrust my tongue deep into the nerdy futa’s cunt.

“Cum, futas, cum!” cheered Ejiro and Mackenzie. “Cum, futas, cum!”

“That’s right,” I moaned, lifting my lips from Brígida’s bush. “Mmm, I want your pussies gushing all over me.”

I darted further to the left and nuzzled into Aria’s cunt. She was sweet like Virginia. Her curls rubbed like silk on my lips. I fluttered my tongue through her. She moaned and wiggled her hips, rubbing between Brígida and Tamera.

I turned to my right. There was Lada’s shaved cunt. I darted in and loved that tart delight. My futa-cock throbbed. Their moans filled the air, rising above the wet suckling and slurping sounds. The seven blowees were doing a phenomenal job.

“Cum, futas, cum!” was now punctuated with claps. It was like I was at a naughty pep rally.

“That’s it,” I whooped. “Make them cum. I want to be drenched in all that wonderful pussy cream. Bathe me. Slick me up. I’m going to slide through those ducts.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lada moaned. “Ooh, Suzan, you suck cock like a complete slut. I love it. That’s my girl. Yes, yes, you make your captain fucking cum!”

SLAP!

I smacked Lada’s rump. “Damn straight! Make her cum, Suzan. Make them all cum!”

I buried my face back into my sister’s sweet cunt, her blonde curls spilling over my face. What could I say? I loved my twin sister the most. She was just such a delight to tongue. The incestuous flavor of her cunt swelled over me.

The cheerleaders kept up their cheer while the seven futas moaned and groaned. I pulled my lips from my sister’s cunt and love the aromas. The sights. All those asses forming a circle about me. All those yummy cunts going to spray me with their passion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” whimpered Aria. “Oh, Avice, that’s so good. Work that mouth up and down my dick. Ooh, you’re’ going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to just drench sweet Saffron with my cream! Just coat her in my passion!”

SLAP!

I smacked her ebony ass next. “Hell, yeah, I want to be drenched in Aria-cream. And sister-cream and Lada-cream and Brígida-cream and Tamera-cream. God, I want you all to drench me. Especially you, Ocean!”

“You fucking will!” Ocean moaned. “Damn, Méline, that’s it. You suck my cock. You naughty, French whore! I love it!”

“Sylvia,” my sister moaned. “Oh, Sylvia, work that sweet mouth up and down my cock. My sister needs us. I need you to make me cum.”

Sylvia moaned and suckled even harder. Even louder.

My futa-cock twitched and my cunt clenched. I could feel the orgasm building and building. This was going to be awesome. I trembled there, waiting for it to happen, my head whipping right and left, my short bob of black hair dancing around me.

Pussy cream dribbled down Lada’s and Ocean’s thighs. Both shaved, they had nothing to constrain their passion. The others had bushes gleaming with their cream. They moaned, butt-cheeks clenching. Bodies swaying.

“Gnila’s blessed cock!” squealed Tamera. “Yes!”

Her pussy cream squirted out and splashed on my back from the left side. Hot cream spilled down my body. I trembled as the sweet aroma of her cream filled my nose. It was such a wonderful delight to be blessed by her.

“Oh, yes!” Virginia moaned next. “Sylvia!”

My sister’s sweet, taboo cunt cream gushed out of her pussy and splashed me right in the face. I leaned back, letting her spray over my small tits. She hosed me down with her passion, her body trembling as she flooded Sylvia’s mouth with cum.

And then it was torrent of pussy cream. Lada came on my right, her tart delight splashing my arm and shoulder, her juices running hot down my flesh. Then Brígida showered me from my left. Addy hit me from behind, getting my right side while Airi stuck me on the side of the face.

Their pussy cream gushed out of their pussies. Hot juices soaked my body, slicking me and getting me ready for the vents. The futas moaned as they pumped their cum into those hungry, sucking mouths. I trembled in delight.

“Yes, yes, fucking yes!” I moaned. “Cheerleaders, I need that pyramid. Let’s get me in there and sliding through the vents!”

God bless those cheerleaders. They had their pyramid reformed in a flash. Some of them had cocks dripping with cum. Others had jizz on their chins. I grinned, my body covered in slippery cunt juices, and tucked my futa-dick. I shoved that girl-cock into my cunt, savoring filling myself up with my girth.

All set, I jumped on their backs.

Climbing onto a bunch of naked girls with slick feet would be hard for some futas, but I had mad skillz. I scrambled up them and then jumped into the vent, pulling myself up with ease. They stretched out before me and I began my slither.

With my cock tucked away and my small boobs, I had an easy time. The pussy juices slicked me up. I wiggled through the metal vents. It wasn’t like in the movies. If you weren’t a petite, teenage girl like me, then you were not getting anywhere this way. This was tight.

But I wasn’t worried. I wiggled my way forward, sliding on my pussy lubed belly. My butt squeaked along the top. I reached the vent that led down into the outside hallway. I didn’t see anyone around. I worked my arm up and then grabbed the screw.

This next part sucked.

I had to twist out the screws with my bare fingers. Luckily, they shoved up through the vents. I worked and worked, the vent squirming around me. It was getting hot in here. My breathing came in huffs.

“I see her!” shouted Lada, her voice echoey. “Well, her feet. You stuck.”

“Working!” I called back. “This can’t be rushed.”

I worked the screw down more and more. It squeaked and rasped. The pads of my thumb and forefinger hurt, but I worked it down. It grew easier and easier after that until it got to the very end and there was just a little bit of it sticking through.

That was a problem.

Well, I worked on the next one. I screwed and twisted and grunted. My feet kicked in the shaft, the metal groaning around me. It turned, squeaking as the threads worked through the metal hole. I twisted it faster and faster.

“Come on,” I muttered beneath my breath, working as fast as I could to get it free. I turned it further and further until I got it down to the last bit and...

Couldn’t grip it any longer. I stared at it. this was annoying. The screws were almost out. I bit my lip then I slid my fingers into the vents. They were slender and just fit through. They reached over and felt the screw. I brushed it with my fingers.

I struggled to get a grip on it, turning my fingers as much as I could. I worked the screw, wanting to break it free. It was so slow going. But, there at the end, it clanged and spilled down to the floor with a clatter.

“Yes!” I hissed.

The vent half-hung, held up by that last screw. I slid my hand over to the other side of the vent and thrust my fingers through. It was easier coming at it from this angle. I grabbed the screw between two of my fingers and twisted it with care. The metal squawked. Groaned.

The vent fell away and clattered on the floor. The screw bounced down the hallway. I grinned and slithered out of the hole head first. Probably not the best plan, but I was a thief. I slid out, thanks to the lube, and fell.

Did I panic? Hell, no.

I spun in the air and landed perfectly on my feet in the middle of the hallway. Pussy cream filled my nose. I ran forward and reached the door. I studied it. There was a magic trap on here. I frowned, staring at it hard.

Could I disable spelled traps? I didn’t sense any magic on it. That was very, very worrying. I was frightened to touch it. I brought my fingers as close to it as I dared, searching for any mystical energy signatures on it.

I felt nothing.

“How’s it going?” Virginia asked from inside.

“It’s ... going.” I stood up. “We might have a slight problem. I don’t think I can disable magical traps.”

“Told you,” muttered Brígida. “I told you all, didn’t I?”

“But, don’t you worry. I’m a thief. Jailbreaks are my specialty. I just need to figure out a way to get you out of...”I cocked my head. There was a fire ax in the wall. It was locked up. You needed to be a firefighter or one of the staff to get it open. It was for batting down doors in case a fire had someone trapped.

I skipped to it and studied the lock. It was such a cheap one. It was so sad. I pulled out a paperclip I had in my hair. I really, really should start wearing bobby pins in my hair, but paperclips worked well enough. I did some bending and shaping and then I thrust it in.

I raked the lock a few times and the cheap thing popped open. I threw it down and opened the plastic door. I grinned as I pulled out the fire ax. It had that cherry-red head with the sharpened blade of bright and shiny steel.

I once learned that in a fire, you cold cut through an interior wall pretty easily. You just had to find the studs. I skipped down the hallway to the home ec room. I pictured the layout. My best bet was hacking through the wall to the right of the door. There was nothing there to be in the way. I didn’t even have to worry about hitting electrical wires.

No power.

“Uh, are you still out there, Saffron?” Virginia asked.

“Of course,” I said. “I’m working on something super awesome.”

I leaned my ear against the wall and started knocking, listening for the sound to change. I found the first stud. Then I knocked in the other direction and found the other. They were wide enough apart. The busty girls might have to squeeze, but everyone else would get through.

“Hiiiyah!” I shouted and slammed the ax into the wall. I tore through the drywall, revealing a void between. I drew back and hacked again. And again.”

Willow

Kalirisia never came back.

Worried about the futa-elf, I crept out of my tree. I shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t safe, but she was one of Lady Virginia’s followers. I had to help her. I moved through the ruins of the forest, listening to the trees.

... SHE PASSED... the nearest one groaned. They had a slow speech. Deep. Not many words, but it was there if you knew how to listen.

The tree guided me on. I passed by these strange walls and fought against my grief every time I came across a destroyed Dreamweave Tree. For a thousand or more years, he or she had grown strong. And now they had been thrown to the ground. It was a travesty. The Demon Lord’s foul work.

... BLOOD... the next tree groaned as I neared a break in the gate.

Worry shot through me. I hurried forward. I could smell it now. Spilled life. There was coppery blood on the ground. One of Kalirisia’s arrows lay on the ground smeared in it. I swallowed and hurried forward.