Futa Note: Another Note (U12 LOLI, Futa/Futa, Impregnation, Incest, TF)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

A trade I did for Plebbles. In this, Melody finds the Futa Note instead of Carmen. It goes a lot faster than the main story, and of course features loli as the main theme.

Another Note (Loli, Futa/Female, Futa/Futa, Incest, Impregnation, Inflation, Hyper

It was happening again. Melody laid in bed, wrapped tight in a sheet riddled with holes, on a lumpy bed covered in stains, while she tried to sleep, yet her eyes remained open. Nearby, a dull light illuminated a crooked desk, on which sheet upon sheet of paper laid. Sat before it was Carmen, hand moving diligently. Melody had seen her homework and knew it was difficult. Meanwhile, their mother rushed through the tiny apartment, getting ready for her other job despite just coming home from the first.

And yet, in spite of that, they lived in poverty. Melody had seen all the nice things her classmates owned. Tablets, phones, toys. She was lucky to get a new sweater for Christmas. But that was what Carmen worked to undo. She stayed up late every night, sometimes until sunlight peeked in through the crack in the wall, to get a good job and make money.

When she did, things would be better, she’d said. Time and again. Melody had faith in her. Carmen hadn’t let her down yet. If she said something would happen, it did. Like when she said it would rain. Sometimes it took a few days, but it inevitably did. Or when she promised to get Melody a cookie from work.

Both her mother and sister worked so hard. And what did she do? Laid in bed, trying to sleep. Sometimes she drew them pictures, always with as much effort as she could muster. They smiled and accepted them, encouraging her to do more. So she did.

But was that really fair? Melody’s teacher always said that sharing is good, even if you have to share something bad, like work, but it made everything go faster and smoother. She just didn’t know how to help. In the past year of thinking, she hadn’t figured it out either. Tonight was no different. Sleep caught her and carried her away to her fantasies.

Then she woke to her sister’s voice.

“Hey, Supergirl. Time to get up.” It was soft, coaxing her to consciousness. Melody cracked an eye open and rubbed the dust away.

“Morning,” she yawned.

“Morning. I’ll get breakfast.”

“Mm, ‘kay,” Melody mumbled and got up. She went into their bathroom, a tiny space, little more than a closet. The toilet was crammed tight against the bathtub and surrounded in ugly brown tiles that reminded her of poop. Or faeces as Carmen sometimes called it.

She relieved herself and took a look at her reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror they owned. Her hair was flat and greasy. A horrible reminder for her of Daisy from school, whose hair always looked stunning, like locks of diamond bound in silk. Melody looked away and headed into the main room.

It tripled as the living room, kitchen and their mothers bedroom. An old couch sat at the centre, facing an even older tv and a teetering coffee table. The kitchen was a single cooker that rarely worked, despite being repaired several times a month, and a rotting wooden counter. Melody had received many splinters from it. She sat on the couch. It was still warm from when their mom had slept for a few hours, then left.

Carmen joined her and set down a bowl of bland cereal, then produced a bottle of milk. Melody’s eyes brightened as the liquid was poured in. It didn’t taste very good, not compared to the complimentary lunches at school – which most of the other girls complained about – but for breakfast it hit the spot.

“Go brush your teeth and get dressed, okay?” Carmen said as she cleaned up. She was amazing. Heavy bags hung under her eyes like bruises won in a fight, and her eyelids drooped as if she might collapse at any moment, yet she moved without error. And she still looked so pretty, despite the acne acro

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