Fridays at the Guardian Angel (Futa/Female, Impregnation)

"Yeah, I'll play this one. And please, call me Red." I tried to say with a confidence that didn't betray that I was about to lose everything I was tossing into the pot.

"Red is far too cool a nickname for a kiddo like you, so I'll call you what I want." She replied, smoke flowing out of her nose like a dragon about to add to her growing hoard. "I'm more than happy to let you join our little family game night but that doesn't mean you get to choose your nickname."

"Ease up on her Jackie, I was hoping to finish my glass before we lose a player." said the woman to my left, tossing her hand away taking a sip from her wine glass.

"Mari's right" mumbled a brunette to my left, still in the game. "It's been months since we've had a fourth and I don't think Miss Red here gets enough allowance for a second game."

Jackie let out a chuckle giving a pat to backside of the blonde sitting on her lap. The blonde didn't react at all, continuing to watch the game with an expression that practically screamed that she wished to be anywhere but at our card table. "I know Cass, she's just so easy to read I can't help myself. After I take both of your chips I'll go easier on her." Replied Jackie, continuing to rub the blonde's thighs for what I assumed was good luck.

"And she's not a detective, she's a writer" Said a quiet voice across the table, watching as the river revealed that I was indeed about to lose the chips I had just put forward a moment before.

"You know Kris, I think she's closer to a journalist actually. Said she writes for that one magazine, Clicky something or another." Muttered Cass without looking up from her cards.

"It's Cliques, and my job title is somewhat fluid. You can think of me as a writer, a journalist, or even a blogger if you're comfortable. And my name is Red." I said, tossing my pathetic hand away, "But I'm interested in stories, the edgy, mysterious, sexy, and true."

Five pairs of eyes, including the pouting pair on Jackie's lap locked to mine when I said the word 'sexy'. Jackie flashes another smile as she blows cigar smoke out her nose dragon-style. "Right, so that's why you're here miss reporter." Chewing on the words through her smile, "To learn what it's like to be a futanari."

*****

Red was a nickname I had gone by for most of my life due to my naturally flame-red hair that flowed down just below my shoulder blades. My mothers would say that it looked like a flame was chasing me when I ran. I was a white petite girl, only barely clearing five feet without the assistance of heels. Perched on my small button nose was a pair of thin black rimmed glasses in front of a pair of brown eyes. My clothing and body I believed were unremarkable, especially my breasts which had stopped growing at what I thought was a pathetic b-cup. Throughout high school while not ostracized, I was not popular by any means and tended to go unnoticed in most situations. This being a quality I didn't mind as it made overhearing interesting stories a snap.

Just a day ago I was Red the rookie new writer at Cliques, one of the most popular online publications catering to young women. Cliques covered anything from fashion tips, the love lives of celebrities, upcoming pop culture, tips to improve one's sex life, and more recently short romantic erotic stories typically told first-hand. Unsurprisingly the erotic stories were the most read stories on the site and my debut article that recanted my secret sexual relationship with the pastor's girl who lived next door made a huge splash on the sites' hit counter. I would like to think it was so popular

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