Thomas and Cassandra (Male x Futa Romance)

Story by EltonJ

Disclaimer

Why a Male and Futa romance? Because there can never be enough male and futa romances. Forgive me if it seems like an after school special mixed with theatrics. I'm doing my best to draw from myself, and I never had a deep serious high school romance. :p

Setting: Granger High School was a real school in West Valley City, Utah. It has been since torn down and a community education complex was built. However, the Granger High School depicted in the story is fiction. Yes, it does take place in Utah with an LDS Seminary.

Characters:

Thomas Robbe: High School student, studies science, martial arts, and math.

Cassandra "Cassie" Jones: High School student; is into sports -- especially track.

Richard "Rick" Howard: Thomas' best friend. Likes basketball.

Jessica Thyme: A popular kid at school. Good looks, good hairstyle, good grades, she has it all. If that weren't enough, she has a crush on Thomas.

Tina: High School Student; has a tattoo on her panty line.

Brother Landry: LDS Seminary Teacher.

Mister Bruenor: School History teacher.

Prologue -- No sex, Incident in an alley way.

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My name is Cassandra Jones. Most people call me Cassie for short. I am sixteen. I go to Granger High School in Salt Lake City. I am about medium height. I have long honey blonde hair, and I'm on the track team. I have a good, slender body, although most of my fat went to my breasts and I am a healthy C-cup. I like wearing short shorts to school, because I have taken a liking to them. But today, I'm in my bun huggers. And also today, I'm running down an alley way between two buildings built of stucco. Why? Well, some bullies are after me.

The stucco is a tan beige with a red trim around the buildings. It's become the latest rage here in the City of Faith -- well, City of Gloom is more like it. However it's spring time, and the days of a temperature inversion caused fog or haze is pretty much over with.

"Where are you going girl?" asked one of the bullies. He looked heavy set, and about fifteen. He wore trousers that encircled about the waist. In a culture where they want us thin, this boy looked like he was a ball, almost. I suppose the human race has to have variety, and no government or culture can make everyone thin.

"You have no where to go down that alley," said a second. This one wore oversized pants that sagged enough so you can see most of his boxer shorts. He had messy hair, wore long grungy shirt over his dark brown green tee shirt, and an equally grunge green ski cap on his head, covering most of his red hair. His shoes were actually leather steel tipped boots.

A third quipped, "Yes, you freak. You have no where to go." The third, well, left his shirt open and wore knee length shorts that also sagged. He also wore tennis shoes.

The first then said, "Yes, and this time, we are going to take your clothes off and make you go home naked to daddy."

"You won't dare," I said, having reached the end of the alley way.

"Oh, we know your secret," said the second. "Just like that time when we hazed Thomas."

"You will leave Thomas out of this!" I said with defiance, which would have been a mistake. I actually stood and held my ground, ready to fight. There was one problem -- I didn't know how to fight. All I can do is run. The bullies prepared to crack their knuckles and converged on me. A chain link fence was between me and my freedom -- or rather, my humiliation and freedom.

"Alright boys, lets get her and strip her!" "Yeah!" "Lets do it!"

The three bullies advanced on me slowly while I held my ground when I saw him. Thomas. Ah, he might not be every girl's dream. But he was beautiful. Shoulder length hair, he walked like he was in control of his destiny. He wore long pants instead of shorts, but that was because he was outside where everyone can see him. He had a slender build too, and he was older than me by two months. Modest and meek, there was power behind his eyes. You could actually see it.

"What are you all doing?" he asked.

"Exposing her for what she is to all the world," said the bully. "What's it too you."

Thomas turned to face them. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you," said Thomas.

"Oh yeah, nerd boy?" said the third. "What are you going to do?"

"This."

Thomas held out his hand, and one of the bullies lifted up into the air. "Hey, man, what are you doing?" said the bully.

"just taking out the trash," said Thomas. One of the nearby trash bins opened as Thomas lifted his other, his right hand, exposing a lot of trash in it. A lot of restaurant trash. He deposited the bully into the trash bin and the lid fell on top of him.

"Hey man, let me out of here."

"No," said Thomas as the other two bullies rushed at him. But one of them stopped as he held out his right hand again,

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