The Futanari Bank Job (non-con)
Story by ZeHell-ScythefanToo
Hey, wow. I actually used that word for once in any serious capacity. I don't usually because of ~reasons~, but eh, small preferences.
Anyway, here's my most recent short, inspired in part by a few similar simulators of the type - but of course, with the local flavor blended in. This might as well have been my entry for that one annual contest had it not been about 600 words over limit! And, well, contained not so many morally questionable themes. :p On that note, note that it contains characters who aren't necessarily good people, who will tend to do things to other people that aren't necessarily construed as 'nice'. (It isn't anything like the most brutal story I've posted, though.) Also note that I've taken suggestions in previous threads seriously and I've sprung for the formatting of smaller paragraphs, maybe simpler language (but not always) - felt like good practice for buckling my practice to the floor, too. Enjoy!
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The Futanari Bank Job
It's hard to believe I'm in on this, but it's going to be so worth it, Ellie thought as the van bumped along underneath her slight ass. Proving her worth to the gang had been a tedious step forward, but rather simple given her skills; without blueprints, aid, or offered provisions, Ellie had infiltrated the Dent & Dent National Bank weeks earlier, slid and sweet-talked her way into a number of restricted areas, and swiped the all-important access card and its schedule without a single trace of evidence left behind. Child's play, Ellie prided, nobody the wiser and the guard she'd slipped the fake card probably still had his job after reporting the one security malfunction the bank likely had all day! Her position secured, Ellie and her crew were on their way to the heist of a lifetime - Ellie's first, and a prodigious new entry in the annals of history encompassing the crew she'd signed up with... The FutaCrew.
The FutaCrew weren't just a name and a string of lucky robberies. Ellie had familiarized herself with the group ever since they caught on: they had standards, they had a common MO, and - arguably most importantly - they had a history, flush with knockovers all across the continental US of A and still going strong; rumors flew about the nerve of these possibly superhuman girls and their tendencies to fuck their way to loads of other people's money, how their hormonal statuses or abnormal extra 'equipment' gave them an advantage no human of binary gender could possibly comprehend. In truth, medical science had largely disproved these claims; most futanari, also known as hermaphrodites, intersexes, androgyns (usually reserved for those who didn't appear to conform to either gender but still entirely applicable), or dickgirls (a derogatory term to some, titillating phrase to others), depending on region, spoken preference, and the weeb factor (hey, whose fault was it that the Japanese had invented the by far most polite term?), conformed bodily to female standards and attributes, though some - not all - of them had high tolerance for building muscle as typical males would.
Moreover, the birth rate for these special cases rated at one in a million; a fair number amongst approximately seven billion humans, yet not nearly enough for these special cases to be classified as anything official, and this was not to mention anything of the persons whom found themselves included in the count yet possessed twin sets of genitals of which one or both sets neither developed nor functioned as they normally would on a unigendered body - leaving an astronomically low count of all futanari unofficial products of genetic mutation that simply happened to work out in fully-developed favor, oftentimes colloquially called 'avatars' for their ability to both birth and sire. The FutaCrew was formed of avatars and restricted membership to avatars only, which stood an oddly goal-oriented organization compared to the otherwise sexual sects avatars normally formed - no matter of cult status, religious dogma, or, hell, just orgiastic pursuit; as it stood, the FutaCrew practically became a household name of infamy overnight in its career, inspiring androgynous larceny of all kinds after its third major take onward hit the news just about everywhere news was ingested.
Ellie was required, and proud, to provide proof of her fully functional reproductive organs when she signed up - having to bottle the worth of one menstruation was a little bit much, perhaps even technically creepy, but nothing of an issue. After that, proving her skill in various tests and rigorous training exercises for the crew's perusal had been smooth sailing; she'd always moonlighted as a thief in the underworld, and while proving a
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