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I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. It felt weird being here. I had been in my room for nearly two days now. I needed to leave, but... I couldn't return to my college. I tried to distract myself. I made breakfast and started cleaning the house naked. My futa-sister blinked at that when she dragged herself out of bed around noon. Then she shook her head and poured herself some cereal before heading upstairs, muttering about little sisters shouldn't be prancing around naked. I didn't know why I was still naked. I wasn't at school. I didn't need to be nude, but it felt comfortable. I tried to distract myself with midday soaps, but the storylines were so trite. I couldn't focus on them. I just thought of Paloma. I found myself drifting upstairs around the time Paloma's final class would let out. I entered my bedroom and opened my closet. My purple dress hung there. My futa-mother had to work overtime for a week to get the money to buy it for me. It was purple, dangling from the coat hanger by two thin spaghetti straps. It was gorgeous, falling down to my ankles. I would look so pretty in it. I closed my eyes, imagining how Paloma's would widen when she saw it, my hair done up into a mass of curls that would fall down the left side of my head and spill over my shoulder, the new diamond earrings I got for my birthday glinting in my lobes. I would take her breath away. She wanted to go to this dance. It wasn't fair of me to skip it. Everyone would stare at me. Hate me. Despise me, but I could endure that for Paloma. I owed her so much. She should have broken up with me. She should have dumped my skank-ass the moment I begged Shelena to fuck me before the student body. My lusts had almost destroyed the most important thing in my life. And now my fear was about to do the same. I found my phone. I ignored the hundreds of tags from social media apps, people were mentioning me left and right, and called my futa-girlfriend. The phone rang and rang and rang. Rachel?” Fantasia laughed, “Rachel’s been down here for billions of years.” I ran my hand down to her big ass again, running my fingers around the bottom of her cheeks and into the divide. They were proper A-cups. The hilt stopped against a woman’s clavicle, the blade swaying behind her. "That was the last one daddy."
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It had such great reach. My blade was so short compared to the knifing spears it made. They were twice the length of my arm. “How do we stop shadowmancing?” I shouted at Ealaín.“There is a way,” Ealaín said. “What is it?” Ignoring the throbbing pain of my broken finger, I pulled a throwing dagger from my bandoleer. I sucked in a breath as I gripped it awkwardly. I flicked my wrist. I winced at the clumsy toss. My throwing dagger tumbled through the air. The shadows flowed out of its path. Ealaín, standing on the other side, swung her war hammer and deflected the weapon before it struck her body. Then she charged in and swung her ax in great, scything arcs, cutting at the shadows. She severed through inky tendrils.
We lay there for a few more minutes with her just moaning dreamily. They were both tense and trying to deal with what had just happened. We can show our races that we can exist in peace.” Ursula crowed. ‘She’s a hot fuck.
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