E.T.S. by Rachael Ross (TG/M, Oral, Anal, SciFi, Humor, Preg, Etc)
Story by rachaelross
This is the Talis Collection, comprised (for the moment) of .four different stories. E.T.S. is the first one, followed in chronological order by Talis, Misfits, and A Friendly Caper and probably more after that. I kind of like the place. There are definitely Futa characters in this universe, as well as a lot of other unusual characters. Three out of the four heroes are transgender, being human like they are, and so these stories won't appeal to a large audience, but they appeal to me. It's important to read the codes and understand that these stories are very different from each other.
E.T.S. can be found in this post (see below)
Talis is available in post #7 (M/tg, tg/F, Romance, Science Fiction, Transformation, Aliens, and Mass Destruction)
Misfits is in-progress in post #11 (see that post for chapter specific codes)
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E.T.S.
Codes: ??/M, Oral, Anal, NC/Reluct, Rom, Sleepy Sex, Sci-Fi, Aliens
Synopsis: When Robert's coworkers play a little joke on the introverted young man and give him a shemale hooker for his birthday, nobody could anticipate the end of the world...Well, it doesn't really end, exactly, but people are definitely inconvenienced.
Chapter 01
E.T.S
by T.S.Severe
Chapter One
"Happy birthday, Bobby!"
"Uhhh…" I blinked at the young woman who'd knocked on my door, taking in her long legs, large breasts, and pretty face all at once.
"You are Robert…" she asked with a smile. "Right?"
"Yeah," I agreed, barely able to get the word out. I'd never been much for talking to any girl, but especially not the attractive ones and she was beautiful.
"Well," she widened her sky blue eyes and offered me a shrug of her slender shoulders, "I'm your birthday present."
"You are?" I could see her nipples, dark and prominent through the pink halter top she wore. The creamy tops of her breasts were exposed, the deep cleavage between them almost mesmerizing.
"I guess you work with some pretty nice guys," she half-explained. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, yeah…Um…" I dropped my eyes, feeling somewhat foolish, and drank in her wonderfully smooth thighs.
She wore a black miniskirt and matching heels, and even from that angle, I could see the sculpted muscles of her calves. She had legs like a dancer and I suppose one could say I was a leg man. A foot man too as I admired her red painted toes. I loved open toed shoes, especially the ones with 3 or 4 inch heels and a gorgeous woman wearing them.
"I'm Shelly," she told me, tossing her thick, blonde hair from one shoulder to the other as she looked around my small apartment.
"Robert," I replied, and then winced when she giggled.
"I know," she reminded me. "What do you like?"
"Uh…" I narrowed my eyes as Shelly stood in the middle of the living room. She slipped her purse off her shoulder and dropped it on my old recliner.
"Your friends paid for two hours," she informed me. "Anything you want."
"Anything?" I swallowed hard and she nodded slowly, playing her pink tongue between her crimson lips.
"Oral…Anal…" she suggested. "Do you want to go down on me?"
"Maybe?" I replied, not intending to make it sound so much like a question.
"Don't worry," she said, stepping close and putting her hands on my shoulders. "I've been with guys like you before, Bobby."
"L-L-Like me?" I stammered. "You have?"
"Uh-huh," she sighed, looking down as Shelly must have been several inches taller than me. Her high heels only made me feel that much smaller.
My cock began to harden as the surprisingly elegant smell of her perfume filled my nose, or maybe I'd been hard already. I couldn't seem to remember as I took a deep breath and somehow found the courage to touch her hips with my fingers. She had a very pretty face, with high cheeks and a generous mouth that seemed almost too large, but not when she smiled. Her eyes were fixed on mine and it seemed a moment of intimacy like I'd never experienced before in my life.
"You're a virgin, aren't you?" she asked, smiling at the look on my face, a mixture of shame and guilt, and surprise that she could know so much about me.
"I just never, uh…met the right girl," I told her, offering Shelly the same old excuse I gave my mother.
"It's alright," she whispered. "I'm going to change that, Bobby. I promise."
I'd heard someplace that most prostitutes don't like to kiss their customers, but she kissed me. I closed my
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