Hopeless 2 (Reader Plus Short) (Patreon)

“COME ON YOU PUSSY!” My best friend Rose screams in my face as my burning, trembling quads push me back to standing. Her intense hazel eyes drill into mine as she wills me to go further. “Five! Come on! Two more, bitch! Just two more! Feel that fucking burn? That’s growth! Push it! COME ON!” Red-faced, sweat pouring down my neck and arms, I stand a moment…then rack the squat bar with a loud clank. Rose’s green eyes widen. “What!? You pussying out on me, D?”

“I’m done.” I say, my monster quads still twitching as I pull my weight belt free. “Gotta keep a bit in the tank.”

“A bit in the tank?” She repeats as if trying to understand a foreign language from the sounds of the words alone.

“We’ve still got to do that shoot for the channel.” I say, shooting a glance toward the front door of The Dungeon gym. “Plus you said you’d come meet Nicki.”

“Channel? Dominic? Bit in the tank?” Rose says in exasperation. “God damn it, Daisy. This is our temple.” She slaps the squat rack. “Nothing gets in here but blood, sweat and tears. We ALWAYS leave it all right here! Everything we got. Remember?” She tries to step in front of me but I slip around her to grab a drink from my bottle. She huffs. Pulling off her sweat band she shakes her short, sweaty red hair free. “What the hell, D? You aiming for second? Again?”

Gritting my teeth against the reminder of last year’s championship where I’d come runner-up in the heavyweight division while she took home the trophy in light-heavy and the consequent blow-up afterward where I had thrown a fit and accused the judges of bias I swallow what I wanted to say with the water in my mouth. I knew the dig was meant to inspire me but today it just annoys me.

“What is going on with you, D?” Rose says, her voice softening as she lay a hand on my shoulder. “That femboy making you go soft?”

“Don’t call him that.” I say. “Not to his face at least.”

“I won’t, obviously.”

“I’m not going soft, Rose. It’s just…” As I sit down on a nearby bench my mind’s eye casts back to the photo of Dominic and Olivia smiling in their adorable conductor’s hats with their fourth place prize held between them. “Someday the trophies are going to dry up. But our brand, our lives, they’re going to be the things that endure. That’s where our focus should be.”

“Then we make hay while the sun shines. To win you have to focus on ONLY that. You taught me that.” Rose sits beside me and slaps my knee. “This guy’s really gotten to you. I leave for a few days and you go and get soft over some cute thing.”

“I didn’t go soft.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “He’s just…different. He’s made me start to look at things from a new perspective.”

“The loser’s perspective.”

“He’s not a loser!” I snap, my protective instincts bristling.

“Take it easy, big girl.” Rose pats my shoulder. “We’ll get through this. It’s just another motivational valley. Competition diet’s got you cranky and this pretty boy has your mind everywhere else but where it should be. We’ll climb that mountain again, D. We always do.”

I sigh and bow my head. “Not this time, Rose. I think…I’m ready for a different mountain.”

“Can you even hear yourself right now? What happened to you? It’s only been three days! Don’t tell me you actually fell in love with this twink.”

“I never said that!” I snap, a bit more vehemently than I mean to.

“Easy, D! He’s just a guy. What happened to use them and lose them?”

“He’s not just a guy. He’s…one of a kind.”

“Daisy…you are the THREE TIME futanari heavyweight world champion. You’re the GOAT. You’ve been dominating the category since nearly its inception. Last year was just a blip. Come on! Get your head in the game. Don’t throw greatness away for…some weird guy.”

“Rose!” I sit up and square my shoulders. “Enough. Come on. Let’s make this video. I don’t want to be late meeting Nicki.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “Fine. But we’re not done talking about this.”

As Rose heads to the locker room to get the camera, our sponsor package and some of our merch I arrange the back corner of the gym that we had permission to film in and get it set up for our shoot. Our brand, the Power Flowers, had started as nutrition and fitness blog and video series for other futanari women interested in the bodybuilding lifestyle. With our growing competitive success came a growing audience. Before we knew it we were getting requests for appearances and merchandise. To our great surprise it had all taken off with the general public and not simply the tiny futanari minority for which it was initially intended. Today the income was far better and more reliable from our brand than competition money ever was.

Rose returns and sets up the camera. Swiftly and efficiently we apply just a touch of makeup to each other, run through the usual quick calisthenics to get a pump on, and slip into some official Power Flowers tank tops. Despite the tension still between us the moment the camera comes on our faces brighten into our cheery on-camera personalities.

As one we clap our hands and flex our guns. “Hey, Power pals!”

***

“Hey, power pal!” I say, my tone as bright as my pastel surroundings as my best, and only, friend in the whole world steps up to the counter. “Welcome to Twinkle Pops!”

“Why did you call me that?” Olivia says in that soft, monotone voice of hers. Her thick spectacles magnify her big brown eyes to twice their usual size as she looks at me curiously across the counter. Today she had on her gray pleated skirt, a long sleeve white collared blouse, and her straight brown hair hung down just below the shoulders. In other words, same as always. “Power pal? This is a new expression for you.”

“It’s what Daisy and Rose say at the beginning of all their videos.” I laugh. “I’m boosting their brand and seeing if I find any of their fans.”

“Given the empty calories of a Twinkle Pop and a bodybuilder’s restricted diet I think the chances of you finding one of their viewers is exceedingly low. The sparkle to nutrition ratio is off the charts.” She says. “Plus a lot of their fans are futanari females who likely don’t want to reveal themselves, as seems to be their way.”

“Daisy and Rose are out.”

“True.” Olivia says. “They’re more the exception than the rule.”

With no other customers in line I come around the counter and give my bestie a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Nicki” She hugs me back and straightens her glasses. “You are vibrating again.”

“Ha! Sorry.”

“Understandable.”

“How was work?”

“Satisfactorily tolerable.”

“That’s good!” I say. “Oooo, I’m so excited to see her again.”

Olivia does that ‘smiling with only her eyes’ thing that she had perfected so well. “Let me look at you.” With a smile I step back and spread my arms for inspection. Starting with my little pink soda jerk hat her eyes pan down over my skin tight pink collared shirt, the short mint green apron with my name tag and the handmade button that read ‘You Are Loved’, the snug white booty shorts, the exposed legs and finally the pink and white sneakers that made up my official uniform. “From what you’ve told me of Daisy she is going to love it.”

“I think so too.” I giggle. “I wanted her to see me in my natural environment.” I give her a flex. “I think my workouts are starting to show already.”

“Mmm, I’m dubious but there is something about you that is different.” She says. “Probably all the sex you’re getting.”

“He he he.” I grin. “So much! Daisy calls me, um, insatiable. Yeah, insatiable.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“I hope you like Daisy. I’m sure you will. She’s amazing.”

“I will give you my honest assessment either way. But she accepts you and loves you, that’s what matters most.”

“Yeah…um…I think she does.” As Olivia’s left brow rises just a fraction of an inch I hurry to add. “I mean, she always tells me I’m loved. That’s basically the same as ‘I love you’.”

“Hm. Evasive?”

“Nah.” I say. “She’s just scared.”

“It has only been a few days.” Olivia nods. “Understandable given the timeline, but a concern if it continues.”

“I hope Rose likes me. You think she will.”

“Unknown. People are strange. No telling who they’re going to like.”

“Agreed!”

“Given what you’ve said about Daisy and what I’ve read about futanari proclivities…” Olivia smooths her blouse. “…I hope Rose likes us both.”

“She will!” I say. “I just know it. Daisy’s best friend is bound to be as cool as she is. I mean, look at you and me.”

“True.”

From out of the back walks Sacha, my replacement, already uniformed up and ready to go. As with all the others that worked here he wore the boring regular uniform of slacks, an ill-fitting t shirt and a longer and darker green apron. Only our hats were the same. I never really understood why the others all wore the standard outfit as the alternate one was so much cuter and raked in so many more tips.

“Sacha!” I say. “You’re actually on time! That’s great!”

“Ugh. Don’t remind me.” He grumbles as he shuffles behind the counter. “You owe me one.”

“Arriving on time is a minimum expectation, not a favor.” Olivia says flatly.

“Don’t even start with me today, Olivia.” He says.

“I appreciate it, Sacha.” I say. “My girlfriend is meeting me here soon.”

“Girlfriend?” He says. “You mean…you two…?”

“Ha ha ha!” I laugh. “No!” Olivia and I look at each other and roll our eyes in unison in the way we had whenever people made that common misconception.

He stares at us a moment before saying. “You seriously have a girlfriend? You. Like, a real living woman. Not online.”

“Um. Uh huh.” I nod. “Met her at the gym. So pretty.”

He sighs and slumps back against the wall. “This world is fucked.”

Leaving Sacha to his moping I take Olivia’s hand and lead her to one of the booths at the front that looked out onto the boardwalk and the sunny beach beyond.

“Lookin good Nicki!” One of my regular tippers hoot as we go.

“Thank you Mr. Lewis.” I grin. Together Olivia and I slide into the booth on the same side as we always did. Pulling out my phone open the photos. “A wet leaf landed on Lucille’s tail light this morning. Looked so cool.”

Olivia shuffles closer. “Ooo! This I have to see. Ah, yes, Quercus muehlenbergii. Very nice.”

***

Standing on the boardwalk, hot sun beating down and the ocean wind whipping my long black air around my head like the writhing serpents of Medusa, I look at the garishly colored frozen treat shop and wonder how on Earth I ever missed it in the first place. I’d been along this stretch of the beach more times than I could count either jogging through the sand or filming something for the channel and not once had I noticed the little pastel pink and mint green shop lined up with the other stores and eateries along the boardwalk.

As I stand there I feel that fluttery feeling in my gut like I used to get in the early days of competing just before walking out on stage. It had nothing to do with all the turned heads and gawking stares of those passing by, as a musclebound near seven foot futanari in tight jeans I was accustomed to such looks. No. It was the blue-eyed, shaggy haired, five foot four femboy that was waiting for me in that building that got me all flustered. The guy probably weighed as much as my left leg and hadn’t a violent bone in his body but never in my life had I found myself so intimidated by a male. It wasn’t fear and certainly not an aversion, quite the opposite as the only thing I had thought about since we left each other that morning was seeing him again, but there was this sense with him that I was holding something very precious in my hands and every time I saw him I worried I might fuck something up.

To say Dominic was like nobody I’d ever met would be the understatement of my lifetime. He was the prettiest man I’d ever seen but that only scratched the surface of what fascinated me about him. He was just…unique. He made me laugh, he made me smile, he made my soul feel light in ways I never thought possible. He saw the world through a lens all his own and took like as it came on his own terms. He saw beauty where in the most mundane things and he had this way of making me see it too. And one of the things he saw beauty in…was me. I don’t know why. He wasn’t into futas when he met me, it wasn’t even a factor in his thinking. He just saw me, liked me, and asked me out in his own peculiar way. There was no filter in the man. Dishonesty and deception were a foreign concepts to him, which made the things he did say land all the harder even when they were ridiculous. The boy shook my damn world when he told me he loved me when we were fooling around the first time. I was still recovering from that shock. And speaking of fooling around…FUCK! For a guy who’d never gone back door before my massive schlong he had taken it like he was born for it. And he’d been begging for it ever since! We’d known each other three days and already fucked nine times, nine monster sessions. Between sessions it was HIM asking for more. Not only was he insatiable he was deceptively durable. I’d had guys three times his size screaming for mercy using half the force I did on him. With him I held nothing back. For the first time in my life I had found a partner who could take everything I had to give. As a sexually aggressive futanari I was not accustomed to having a partner with a more super-charged libido than my own.

All the things that made him special also made him weird. He was a true eccentric. Outside of his best friend Olivia, whom he talked about constantly, he seemed to have few other close friends or family in his life. The very things about him which I treasured made others look at him like a freak. I had no idea how Rose was going to react to him. She was already predisposed not to like him as he was male and, in her opinion, he was making me go soft. Had it been up to me I would have put this meeting off for a while yet but Dominic had been insistent. And what Nicki wanted I was going to do everything in my power to provide.

I take a breath, smile because I couldn’t not smile, then stride into the shop.

A bell rings as I enter which was just the opening salvo of the assault on my senses. The place was infused with a strong bubblegum aroma while gleeful bubblegum pop music filled the air. The pink and mint I saw outside was now all around me, along with soft peaches and pale purples, in wavy patterns and jellybean-like blobs all over the walls, ceiling, floor and all the tables, stools and benches. Coming straight here after the hard lights, clanking iron and heavy metal of The Dungeon gym was a whiplash I hadn’t been prepared for.

The dead-eyed guy behind the counter begins to drone. “Welcome to Twinkle…” He chokes on some spit as he gets a full look at me, his eyes bulging. “Holy shit!” Holding back an eye-roll I bounce my pecs and flex my arms as I often did when I got that reaction. “Ahem! Sorry. Welcome to Twinkle…”

“Daisy!”

From out of one of the booths springs MY man! My smile, impossibly, grows wider. As Nicki prances over to me my jaw clenches and both fists clench as lust surges through me. His work uniform was cute beyond words and hugged that soft, lithe body of his in ways that only made me want to tear it off of him. His skin tight short-shorts not only hugged his plump butt, it also showed off his long, smooth, creamy white legs. I took all I had not to throw him over my shoulder and carry him out of here cave-woman style.

Without slowing down he throws himself into me, his meager weight not even jostling me as he collides and throws his arms around me. I laugh and hug him back, my long and muscular arms wrapping all the way around his slender body so that I engulfed him. He giggles and looks up at me from between my tits, azure eyes twinkling brighter than the summer sun outside.

“Nice hat.” I say.

“Thank you!” He says genuinely. “Isn’t it cute?”

The guy behind the counter stares at us slack jawed. “THAT’S your girlfriend!?”

With a big, proud smile Nicki hugs me tighter and proclaims. “Yes she is!” He looks up at me again. “I love you!”

“Erm.” I kiss his forehead just beneath his silly yet adorable hat. “You’re loved, Nicki baby. You know that.” He kept saying those words, point-blank and with no hesitation, and it continued to shake me. We’d only known each other a few days! Wanting to shift the focus I look to the table he’d come from to see a petite woman in thick round glasses sitting with her hands folded on the table in front of her and looking like the long lost twin of Wednesday Addams. “This must be Olivia.”

Hugging my arm with both of his Dominic leads me to the booth. I’m surprised as he lets go to slip in beside Olivia instead of sitting beside me. Biting back my jealousy I squeeze into the booth across from them and reach to shake Olivia’s dainty hand.

“It’s good to meet you, Olivia.” I say. “Nicki talks a lot about you.”

That last bit comes out with more snark than I intended as I found that kernel of jealousy not so easy to suppress now that I was face to face with the woman my new man spoke about incessantly. Seeing them together now, so perfectly matched in both the similarities and differences, and seeing how naturally and comfortably Nicki leaned into her shoulder had all of my worst instincts on edge.

“He talks about you a lot too.” Olivia says flatly. Her face, unnervingly, reveals no obvious emotion. Was she being bitchy? Angry? Jealous? Neutral? I simply couldn’t tell, which gets my hackles up even higher.

I try to swallow the question that has been eating at me for days now and find I just couldn’t. “So…you two are close.”

“As close as two friends can be.” Dominic says, laying his head on Olivia’s shoulder which has my fist clenching below the table. “Like you and Rose.”

“Right.” I say tersely. “Are you…close in every way?”

“Every single way.” He says.

“Physically?” I blurt.

“Oh yeah! Definitely.”

“She means sexually.” Olivia translates my meaning to him.

“Sexually!?” He gasps. “My you-know-what in her you-know-where?” The pair look at each other. Dominic giggles and with a smirk Olivia shares in the amusement without actually laughing. “He he he! Why does everybody think that?” Putting an arm around Olivia he says boldly. “It’s not that we didn’t try, years ago, but her pussy is too loose.”

She sighs, nodding in full agreement. “And he cums too fast.”

I sit staring for a moment then sputter. “Excuse me!?”

“Or my dick’s too small and she takes too long.” He shrugs. “However you want to measure it. Combination of both really. Simply…”

“…sexually incompatible.” Olivia finishes his sentence with a nod and without a trace of offense in her deadpan voice, as if they were reporting on the weather.

“We’re better as best friends.” He says.

“We’re the best as best friends.” She agrees most sincerely.

“Definitely. Best best friends ever.” He titters. “Sorry, no offense to you and Rose.”

I rub my eyes and shake my head. Why did I think things would be less silly with Olivia around? She’d been a part of his silly world for years, she was already inside the asylum that I was walking into by my own free will. By reflex at this point I say. “Stop apologizing.”

“Oh! Ha! Yeah. I’m sorry.” He laughs. “ACK! Ha ha ha! I did it again.”

“Speaking of sexual compatibility.” Olivia spectacle magnified brown eyes focus back on me. “Nicki’s been telling me that many of the futanari stereotypes are true. With you at least. He is very…complimentary of your size and prowess.”

“Dominic.” I shake my head with a laugh. “You been spreading tales?”

“No way! I would never.” He says. “Olivia doesn’t count. She’s my bestie.”

“Of course.”

“So tell me.” Olivia continues, undeterred. “Does Rose also have such admirable attributes?”

My eyes narrow, my brows furrow. Was this little nerdette asking what I think she is asking? “If you’re asking whether Rose is a well-hung fuck machine that put males to shame…the answer is yes. She would say all us futa are, though I’m more polite than she is.”

“Interesting.” Olivia says with just a small lift of one eyebrow. “Very interesting.”

***

I sit as happy as could be that Daisy and Olivia seemed to be hitting it off, though I just knew they would, when Sacha warily approaches the table.

“Er…” He glances nervously at the hulking Daisy who was nearly as tall as he was even though she was sitting down. “…Bobby took off and…um…the garbages weren’t done.”

Daisy fixes him with a glare. “Then take the fucking garbage out! Can’t you see we’re talking.”

Poor Sacha’s eyes bulge as he gulps hard. I laugh and say. “Nah, it’s each shift’s responsibility to take their own garbage. Bobby was working back, he should have done it, but since he left I’ll get it.” I slip out of the booth and hurry toward the back, calling behind me. “Just be a second!”

The instant we were through the door and into the back Sacha says. “That’s your girlfriend!? And…she’s a futa!?” He shudders. “Fuck, you’re a braver man than me!”

“You…are a silly person, Sacha.” I say, patting his shoulder to comfort him. “You are plenty brave, showing up everyday to a job you hate.”

With that bit of sunshine spread I hurry to collect the garbages into one big bag and haul it out to the back of the shop. I smile as I see Daisy’s big yellow 4x4 parked in my spot, just like I told her to, with my trusty scooter Lucille already loaded in the back. Her borrowing my parking place felt…coupley and it warmed my heart. With a grunt I heave the garbage back up and into the dumpster.

“Don’t hurt yourself with that, half-pint.”

I spin around to see at the end of the alley a statuesque woman in shorts as tight as my own and a cut-off Power Flower t shirt with bobbed red hair. She was a more slender and half a foot shorter than the love of my life but she was magnificently muscled nonetheless. Her face is a familiar one, though one I’d only seen on my phone’s screen before now.

“Rose!” I cheer and sprint toward her, arms out wide…then skitter to a stop a few feet away as I see the grouchy scowl on her face. Unlike with Daisy I saw no kindness in her hazel eyes.

“You must be Dominic.” She says, her gaze panning up and down my body. “Heh! I see why you slipped through her defenses.”

“Uh, yeah.” I smile and offer my hand. “It’s good to meet you, Rose. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.”

“I wouldn’t count on it.” Ignoring my outstretched hand she begins to circle me, studying every angle. “You really put the twink in Twinkle Pops, huh?”

“I get that a lot.” I giggle.

“You laughing at me?”

“What? No!” I bite my lips, bringing my hands in to my body to clasp them together. “I’m sorry.”

“You sure are.” She scoffs. “You got this harmless puppy-dog act down to a tee, huh?”

“Um…act?”

“She never stood a chance, did she?”

“Uh…am I supposed to answer that?”

Rose rolls her eyes. “This ditz thing might work on Daisy but I see through you, Dominic.”

“You do?”

She suddenly steps up on me. With a sudden thrust of her torso she forces me back a step, and then another, and then before I knew it I was trapped against a brick wall. I close my eyes and prepare myself to get beat up again. I hoped it wasn’t too bad.

“I’m sorry!”

“Open your eyes.” Rose growls. “Fuck, I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re Daisy’s man. Nobody’s gonna touch you, least of all me.”

“Whew.” I let out a huff of relief. “I think maybe we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Listen, fella.” I flinch as she slaps a hand down onto my shoulder. “You don’t realize it but you are poison.”

“Poison?” I tilt my head.

“You are bad news, Dominic. Bad for D.”

“D? As in dick?”

“As in Daisy! You…” She grumbles and shakes her head. “Listen to me, half-pint. That woman you are ruining is the three time futanari heavyweight world champion! Universe, Olympia, regionals, she’s done it all. She is the GOAT of her category. The big fish. The big D. The very top of the mountain.”

“She is!?”

This seems to fluster her a moment. “She never told you?”

“Um…no? She never mentioned it.” I say, thinking back. “She told me about you and the brand and how sore she is after workouts. I don’t think she mentioned trophies.”

“You’re proving my point.” Her jaw clenches with annoyance, though I hadn’t a clue what I’d said to upset her. “You know what she got last year at the championship? Second! She came in second!”

“WOAH!” I smile. “That’s amazing! Wow!”

“Amaz…!?” She snorts. “NO! She lost! Listen, I’m sure you’re a sweet guy, but right now Daisy doesn’t need a distraction in her life. If she’s gonna lift that title again she has to eat, breathe, sleep and train with nothing but that medal in her mind.”

“Oh.” I say softly. “Is…that what she wants?”

“Of course it’s what she wants. She’s chasing greatness!”

“I hope she catches it!” I say brightly. “How many more medals?”

“What?”

“How many more until she catches greatness?”

“How many…? As many as she can get! To prove she’s the best!”

“To who?”

“To…?” She throws her arms up. “Everybody!”

“She’s pretty great already if you ask me.”

“She’s better than great!”

“We agree!”

“RRR! Do you even realize what it took for us to get to the top?” She says, her intense eyes drilling into me. “We’ve sacrificed everything to become the best. And now we’re living our dream and I’m not about to let a…man fuck that up for us.”

I moisten my lips and swallow before saying softly. “I think she’s already the best. The very best. I love her.”

“You…?” Rose sighs, her shoulder sagging. “This is hopeless. You’re not listening.”

“I’m sorry.” I say. “I’ll try harder. Start again?”

“Start again?”

“I’ll try and listen better.” I nod. “You’re Daisy’s best friend. You’re important stuff. I can’t mess this up.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose and steps back. “This isn’t an act, is it? This…” She waves vaguely at me. “…thing you do.”

“Um…” I didn’t know how to answer that. Trying to think of something, anything, to cheer her up I say. “What’s your favorite exercise?”

“What?”

“Did Daisy tell you I’m working out now? It’s how we met.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a laugh. “I’ve heard of your workouts.”

“Daisy taught me how to use the leg curl machine. I think that’s my favorite.” I grin. “She says the funnest things when I do them. What’s your favorite?”

After a pause she finally says. “Bench press.”

“Oh, that’s a good one!”

Putting her hands on her hips she looks at me again, as if for the first time. “She really never mentioned her titles?”

I shake my head no.

“Huh.” She clicks her tongue then lets out a long sigh. Putting out a hand she says. “Rose.”

“Dominic.” I smile and take her hand. “My friends call me Nicki.”

***

After Nicki leaves Olivia and I sit staring at each other for a good minute as Daydream Believer play over the speakers. The diminutive woman stares up into my eyes without an ounce of fear in her chestnut brown eyes. My sheer size alone was enough to intimidate most people. That lack of the awe I was accustomed to combined with her utterly emotionless expression and complete stillness was downright…unnerving. I could think of only one person I’d ever met to be so unfazed by my stature and dominant aura and he had just walked through the door to the back of the shop. She was different than Nicki though. Where he simply didn’t know any better, Olivia just didn’t give a fuck. I had the feeling we could have been here until sundown before she broke the ice so I fill the silence myself.

“So how long have you and Nicki known each other?”

“We met in second grade.” She answer matter-of-factly. “He asked to share my crayons and we’ve been best friends ever since.”

“Heh.” I glance toward the door he had disappeared through. “Some things never change. He doesn’t waste time, does he?”

“He’s efficient.” She says. “And he knows his own heart.”

Still staring at the door I say. “He talks about you. All the time.” I look at her. “Never a word about his family.”

Olivia shifts in her seat, her eyes dropping for a moment though only for second. “They wanted a version of him that does not exist.” She says, something approaching emotion entering her soft voice. “People either laugh at Nicki or hurt him. Sometimes both. He won’t be what people want him to be. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.”

“I’ve noticed.” I say. “You’re the same, aren’t you?”

“I could conform. But because I have Nicki I don’t have to.” She says. “We are safe. We are complete. We don’t have to pretend.”

“Don’t have to pretend?” I whisper.

“He’s different since you met him.” She continues. “In a good way. He stands different. Heavier. Anchored.”

“It’s only been three days.” I say, glancing toward the door again while saying nothing about the fact they were probably the three happiest days of my life. Even that first big title that put my name on the map couldn’t compare as the moment I won it I was already planning for the next. With Nicki I was just…present. Completely in the moment. I sigh. “He says he loves me.”

“Because that’s what he feels.” Olivia surprises me by laying her slender hand over mine. “He is unguarded with his heart but he is not fragile. Don’t tell him you love him unless you mean it. Because he WILL believe you.”

“I know.” I whisper.

As I look across at Olivia slowly I begin to recognize the warmth in her eyes and the oh subtle way her lips curled at the corners. The emotions were there if you looked closely enough. Remembering that photo in Nicki’s apartment where Olivia wore that conductor’s hat and a huge grin I appreciated now just how special that memory must be.

***

“Guess who I found?” I say as I march into Twinkle Pops from the front entrance with Rose following close behind. As I approach the table I am suddenly grabbed by the arm and hauled into the booth beside Daisy! “Whaaah!”

“Gotcha!” She pins me to her side with her strong arm. I cuddle into her smiling from ear to ear. She looks up at Rose. “Get lost or something, ya dumb bitch?”

“Fuck you, cunt!”

I was just about to plead with them not to fight when they laugh and fist bump each other. Rose slips into the booth across from me. Beside her Olivia stares up at her, assessing Rose closely.

“Smells like empty calories and regrets in here.” Rose says with a look toward Daisy.

“No regrets, only smiles.” I say. “Let me get us some Pops. Fab Fig for Olivia, the Sweetie Swirl for me, you guys?”

“Are you kidding?” Rose laughs. “This close to competition? None for the Power Flowers.”

“Actually…” Daisy says, gazing down into me. “That, um…that Honey-Cream Dream looks kinda good. Do they come in small?”

“Daisy!” Rose hisses, her eyes angry…then slowly draining of venom. She looks at me then back to her friend. She is silent for a long moment, then with a slow shake of her head and a smirk she says. “Never mind.”

“A small HCD, coming up!”

“Make it two.” Rose says. “God damn it, D. This is the end, isn’t it?”

“Just a new beginning, my friend. The trophies stop.” Daisy kisses my head. “But Twinkle Pops are forever.”

Rose rolls her eyes and laughs then looks down at Olivia who was still staring at her. “What are you looking at, string bean?”

“You.” Olivia says, laying a hand on Rose’s bare shoulder. “You meet several criteria I find appealing.”

Rose looks at Olivia’s hand, then to Daisy and I, then back to Olivia. “What?”

“Your musculature suggest considerable power and stamina.” She says bluntly, leaning toward Rose and looking down at her crotch. “And judging by the protuberance in your shorts I believe we might be sexually compatible.” Her delicate hand strokes up and down Rose’s chiseled arm. “I am interested in further evaluation.”

Rose’s eyes widen as her head snaps to look at Daisy. Daisy chuckles and hugs me tight. “You’re on your own with that one! I’ve got my hands full already.”

***

“HA HA HA HA!” Dominic has me roaring with laughter like only he can as we stumble into my apartment drunk on each other. After the meet-up with our friends we had hived off for a quick walk along the beach, and I do mean quick. My initial plan was for a long romantic stroll but, as usual, the pair of us were as horny as rabbits and cut it short to make our way straight here.

“He he he!” He giggles, then gasps as he catches sight of my trophy stand that stood beside the square-sided yellow ‘loveseat’ that I used as an armchair. “Woah!” After kicking off his shoes he hurries to the shelves, my eyes never leave his cute butt in those cute shorts as he goes. “You won ALL of these?”

“That’s why they’re there.”

“Wow.”

He touches the metals and traces the trophies and gawks at the photos and framed articles. It was surreal seeing him here in my neat, tidy, and well-ordered domain. At his place he was in his own chaotic element, here he was like a tropical bird loose in a bland concrete park. It only made him sparkle all the brighter though. Coming up behind him I lay my hands on his slender shoulders. I sigh as I peer up and down this shrine to myself and think about his apartment and all the pretty things he’d collected. What I once looked upon with such pride now felt like a testament to my own vanity. Every picture was of me, every trophy had my name on it, every article I was the focus. It was a narcissism I needed to achieve what I had but one I had outgrown. As he stares at the stand I am staring down at soft shaggy hair and the silly hat atop his head. Everything was about to change. It had already begun.

My beautiful boy hadn’t a clue the devastation he’d caused this day. Beneath his delicate feet lay the ruins of the competitive careers of two of the greatest futanari bodybuilders the world had known. Despite my protests he had made me go ‘soft’ after all. It was a welcome surrender as I was tired, bone tired, of living hard in pursuit of a dream I’d already achieved. Like one domino falling after the next Rose tumbled with me with that first sticky lick of Honey-Cream Dream. Giving up had never taste so damn good! We’d been with each other and boosted each other at every rung on the way up, it felt only right that we enjoy the ride down together to then begin our next climb to Power Flower stardom.

It had been SO nice to just hang out with Rose and laugh with her again like we used to do before our hobby became our obsession. We would never stop lifting but now we could do it for enjoyment again, like how it started, and not count every gram of protein and carbohydrate. And no more cuts! Hallelujah! Deep down I’d been ready for this for months now. It had just taken a change in perspective to make me realize it. My future was him and the Power Flower brand. I smile as I am already thinking about how I would pull him into my new passion. The viewers were going to LOVE Dominic. I just knew it. How could they not?

“I don’t see your second place ribbon.” He says at last.

“Ribbon?”

“Rose said you came in second for some big championship last year.” He says innocently, not understanding the drama it had caused. I often thought of him as a silly man, but how silly would he find me had he seen my tantrum last year.

“I must have forgotten it.” I say, remembering with embarrassment how I had so publicly thrown the medal into a trash can like some petulant child. “It was not my proudest moment.”

He spins around, pressing his lithe body into me, and looks up at me. “Well I’m proud of you.” He hugs me tight, nestling his head between my breasts. “I am so proud of you, Daisy.”

Closing my eyes I let out a long sigh and wrap him in a hug. My hands run up and down his back. “It’s hopeless with you.” Taking his little hat I hang it up on the extended arm of my last Olympia statuette. Another trophy for the collection. “I give up.”

“You do?” He looks up at me curiously.

“I do.” I say, bold and proud. “I do love you Dominic St. Claire. I love you! There, I said it!”

The declaration was just a confirmation for what I’d already known for three days but been afraid to express. The confession was monumental for me, the first time I’d said those words in earnest to someone outside my family, and in signature Nicki fashion he doesn’t respond as I imagined with a swoon or a gasp, but with a giggle.

“I knew it!” He titters, hugging me again with all his strength. “Ha ha ha! Didn’t I tell you? I knew you loved me!”

I roll my eyes, grinning from ear to ear, as I shake my head. “Okay! Okay!”

His face lights up, his blue eyes wide. If had a tail it would be wagging like mad. “Sex now?”

“Ha ha ha!” I throw my head back and laugh. “YES!” With that I hoist his twinky frame up over my shoulder, cave-woman style, and march him into my bedroom.

“YAHHH HA HA HA!” He cheers every step of the way. I toss him down onto my bed. He lands with an “oomph!” and laughs some more. “I want bottom! I want bottom!”

I chuckle. “You think you gotta choice?”

“YES!” As I stand there, arms crossed and watching him, Dominic scrambles out of his work uniform. I cannot help but laugh again as I see his tight panties were of the same pink and mint green as the rest of his outfit. Spinning around on all fours he shakes his plump femboy ass my way then smacks it invitingly. GOD DAMN! One of the things I loved about Nicki is there was no need to fuck around before we got to the good stuff. Other guys I’d been with had insisted on wining and dining and foreplay, but MY man was ready to BANG anytime and any place. You had to be a futanari with a raging libido like me to truly appreciate that.

“You waiting for a Twinkle Pop?” I quip.

“One Daisy-Cream Dream, please.” He trills, peeking back at me over his bare shoulder with mischief twinkling in his pure blue eyes. “Extra large, extra creamy.”

“Ha!” I pull of my tank top. “One DCD, comin up!” After peeling my denim jeans down off my tree trunk quads I step out of them, lean to my right and hit a classic ‘Archer’ pose with my right arm curled to show the bicep and my left extended to a point. Nicki’s big eyes flare as they devour every curve and contour and thick sinew. Unlike all those judges and all those audiences he wasn’t evaluating, he was judging, he was worshiping. I swing my arms down, cross them in front of me, then bring them up for a ‘Victory’ pose. Along the way my fingers hook under my sports bra and bring it along for the ride. He gasps as my big tits flop into view. Having my ‘audience’ of one ogle my tits as a thing of desire and not impediments blocking the pecs beneath them felt good and so damn sexy. Slowly bringing my arms down into a simple front double bicep I look down toward my panty-clad schlong and say. “What are you waiting for, pretty man? Come and get it.”

As graceful as a panther, and just as hungry for fresh meat, Nicki prowls down off my bed on all fours. With purr lick my quad just above my knee and settles down to kneel at my feet. He gazes up into my eyes and whisper. “I love you, Daisy.”

I had to look away a moment so as not to cry. Gathering my dominant energy again I snap back to peer back down at him. “I love you too!”

His smile lights up my whole fucking life. Nibbling his bottom lip excitedly he pulls down my panties to release the beast. Over thirteen inches of veiny, futa girth swings loose to bap against his fine cheek. My cock had sent other men running for the door at the mere sight of it. But MY man lets out a wanton breath as he gently grasps it in both hands. I fist his shaggy blond hair and bring his pretty pink mouth to my swelling tip. At once he tries to mouth me but I hold him at bay, keeping my knob just barely beyond his reach.

“Hahhmm.” He mewls pleadingly as he his lips reach for my tip. His tongue darts out to flick at my hole. “Nnngh…nnnnngh!” I let him a little closer and in a blink his lips around wrapped around the tapered end of my knob. “Mmmmm.” He coos happily as, as if by instinct, he immediately begins to suckle hard and steady. I feed him a few more inches and his eyes roll back with bliss. “Mmmmmm!”

Palming his skull in one hand I hold him steady as I begin to fuck his hot, wet, sucking mouth. Staring up at me as tears filled his eyes my pretty man takes me a little deeper with each greedy stroke. Just three days ago, on his very first blowjob ever, he hadn’t been able to get much past my glans. Now, as he opens his throat to me and I push on deeper, the little legend was already taking half my prodigious length. My little man was BORN for big futa cock.

Glrgh! Glg! Schlrg!

Sloppy gurgles fill the air as Dominic sucks my deep and hard. Drool streams from his lips and down off his delicate chin and tears begin to roll down his cheeks from he physical strain of it, but not once does he gag or retch or even pull back. Holding my gaze in his he sucks my dick.

“Ohhhh fuck, baby!” I groan as my hips thrust. “So fucking good. So fucking sexy. You are PERFECT!”

“Hmmmmm!” He hums as his slender fingers begin to rub and fondle my huge balls. “Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!”

Slrch! Shlrg! Schlrm!

“HAHHMM!” He moans as I pull him free from my now rock hard schlong. With wet, smiling lips, his chin glistening with spit, he says. “I’m already leaking and I haven’t even touched myself! Fuck me, Daisy. Please fuck me!”

“You sexy minx.” Cupping my hand beneath his chin I grab both cheeks. “You know I can’t resist when you beg so good for it.”

“He he he!”

I scoop him up off the floor and carry him back to the bed where I spin him over and plop him down stomach first. Grabbing the back of his panties with both hands I don’t pull them off of him, I TEAR them off. The dainty garment splits at the seams and I toss the ruined rag to the corner of the room. He squeals happily as I pull him back up to his hands and knees. With my left hand I reach under to grab his adorable manhood and start to roughly stroke it as my right blindly paws around my bed stand for the lube.

“Mmm.” I swipe a thumb across his slick tip. “You are dripping, huh?”

“Uh huh!”

“Not nearly enough.” Finding the lube I grab it and swing up behind him.

Not giving a fuck about my bedding I give the tube a squeeze and squirt a long rope of lube down his ass crack, over his cute balls, and then up my own length. Smearing the lubricant around my hard cock with one hand I finger his hole with the other. The first time we fucked I marveled at how easily he’d managed his first penetration and then my size. In the intervening sessions he’d only gotten better in leaps and bounds so that his bussy now opened to my fingers so eagerly it practically sucked my digits inside of him. Truly, born for cock. How the fuck this skinny femboy could handle a dick like mine I couldn’t even fathom. I was just happy he could.

Knowing now he could handle all I had to give I grab his hip, grab my base, then DRIVE my entire length into his tight hole.

“OHHHHHHHH!!!” His feminine moan fills the room as my cock fills his ass.

“Rrrrmm, FUCK!” As I savor his tightness around me I run my hands up the subtle hourglass of his lean, soft, pale body. My palms glide up his sides, savoring the warmth and suppleness of his flesh. “I swear you feel better every fucking time.”

“Ohhhh, Daisy!” Impaled balls deep he whines and writhes on me. “Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck meeeee!”

What Dominic wants, Dominic gets! Gripping his hips I pull back ten or eleven inches then, with the full and unbridled power that my years in the gym had given me, I SLAM back into him with all I had!

“GNNGH!”

“AAAAOOHHHHHHHH!!!” His howl shakes the window and startles the upstairs neighbor. “YESSSSS!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

One brutal thrust after the next I begin putting in the reps.

***

“HAAHHMMMM! OHHHHHH!!!” I moan as I begin to cum in that wonderful squirtless way Daisy had introduced me too. Powerful waves of ecstasy spread from my prostate and out through my body as Daisy ruined my hole for a tenth time. “YES! YES! YES! YES! HARDER!!!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Flesh quivers, bones rattle, teeth clatter and my hair flies forward and back as the relentless ass clapping, hole stretching, tunnel filling, booty reaming doggy style thrusts continue hard and deep and fast. Just the way I liked it. Nobody used my body like Daisy did. And nobody else ever would. She loved me! SHE LOVED ME! And I loved her!

“OHHHHHHH DAISYYYYY!!!”

Whap! She spanks my booty without missing a beat. “Fuck yeah, baby. Take it! TAKE IT!”

“RRRRMMMM!!!” I bow my head, my fingers gripping her soft blankets, as she hammers deep again and again and again and again. “OOHHHHHHHHH!!!”

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

***

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I grunt on each hard thrust as I continued my anal assault.

“GONNA CUMMMMM!!!” Nicki wails and not even stroke later he is quivering in my hands as I feel his hole begin to pulse around my cock. “HAAAHHHHH!!!”

I couldn’t see it but I knew him well enough now that I knew this climax was sending ropes of hot cum all over the bedding and splattering up onto his belly and chest beneath him. I knew because he clenched harder and cried louder when he bust his nut.

“FUCK! Yeah!” I groan, trying to hold my own climax back for a bit longer. I try, but I fail. His milking bussy just felt too fucking good to resist. Slamming balls deep, my big plums spanking his little cherries, I cum hard and deep inside my wailing Nicki! “NNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!”

As my cock throbs inside of him his tunnel continues milking it with all he had. Cumming together we shudder and sing our duet of ecstasy before, as one, we both fall forward.

BLAP!

I land heavily onto his back, crushing his much smaller body into the mattress beneath me, while staying buried to the hilt inside his creamy hole. A happy, muffled little coo burbles out from beneath my hulking frame. I go to move but his one free hand grabs my arm to hold me on top of him. With a smile I reach under me and wrap him into a spooning hug, twisting my body just enough to let him breathe while still filling him and letting him feel my weight on top of him. There I stay, holding my lover and beloved and knowing that I was never going to let him go.

***

She was in me. She was on me. She was all around me. Her tits on my back, her cock in my ass, her cum warming my insides, her arms enveloping me, my whole world was Daisy. What a wonderful place to be. My eyes closed I savor this perfect moment. I didn’t quite understand it but I could feel that something had changed today. Daisy, my girlfriend, had become something deeper. And I knew in my happy little heart that today was only the beginning.

I was loved. She was loved. We were in love. Madly, passionately, deeply, hopelessly…in love.

The End