CH2: The Dumbass With an Rifle

I waddle over to the white haired girl who gets startled as I walk to her.

“Kyaaa! W-what is it? Why are you hard?” She asks and gives me a weird look – I guess I wasn’t hiding my erection very well. “S-sorry… I have to go to the bathroom… may I?” She seems a little preoccupied with something and looks around. “You should ask Erika. I’m sorry. Could you please go away.” She says with an awkward expression and I am not sure what to make of the situation.

The girl has pretty white hair and dreamy blue eyes. She looks very sweet, but not like a fighter at all. That seems to be a theme with the Retreaters. She has a very petite frame and as I look closer I see an odd bucket under her which she is trying to hide behind her chair. I hear droplets and see her being uncomfortable so I decide to carry on.

All I can really do is sit around and wait for Erika to be finished with Kendall and then take me to the bathroom. I miss Grace, I miss her so much and she’s all I can think as I rub my hard-on and wait. I wonder if she’s thinking about me, wherever she is.

Suddenly I hear footsteps and it’s the blonde again with her funny attitude. She has her index finger on her lower lip as she looks around curiously. I let my hormones take over for just a second and make note of her curvy body, which shows off nicely through her suit. “H-hey.” I say as she turns to me, still holding that rifle like a dumbass.

“Oh, there you are. Say, did you notice that fire exit earlier? On the ceiling? Isn’t that a terrible security risk, hmm?” She looks at me and I do remember it, but it’s a little weird to start a conversation with. I am also so pent up that I have a hard time thinking. “Ehh, yeah? What do you mean?” I hold my crotch as she peeks into the backstage and seems very curious. I get a blush as she stares for at least a minute and then turns around: “Oh wow. Did you see that?” I would rather not answer but just not and she seems pretty excited. “That gadget creates a safe zone. Isn’t that quite wonderful?” I sigh in relief and nod. Tina can’t have missed the two lovers, could she?

“Oh, you look like you are going to pee yourself. Are you?” She asks and I look away blushing. “I-it's not that… I mean, yes, could I please go to the restroom with you?” I see her cover her mouth and look around her: “Oh, it’s not your bladder, then… Do you want to… have sex with me in the bathroom perhaps?” She sounds serious and I feel so awkward. “No! I need a guard there! Could you escort me?! Please?!” I pant and she seems to understand finally and we walk over to some locker rooms by the gym.

The locker rooms are only connected to the gym so they are not any risk to the Retreaters as a possible point of entry. All the boxes in there are also already looted, as I would assume. The bathroom has a green light but before I get there Tina touches my shoulder: “Lilah. Have fun.” She smiles warmly and I feel just weird and shut the door behind me and sit down embarrassed. I am not sure what it is, but I just don’t get this girl at all. She seems out of touch and totally distant. I pull my cock out and jerk it while trying to think about Grace’s tight bodysuit. Before I even get my cock fully erect I hear Tina’s soft voice from behind the door.

“Ooh, thinking about you masturbating is making me hard too… what a conundrum.”

I try to ignore her and jerk my cock faster and groan and pant a little. Soon enough I hear it again:

“Did you know that the game master is a known pervert? I did some research before coming here. I found lewd comments on social media about him. Someone said that he had quote ‘big dick energy’. And someone else said quote ‘I would lose on purpose to ride that’. I thought that was interesting…”

I would just like her to be quiet as I try to rub one out and lean over to the sink and jerk as I see my friend’s sexy dick before my eyes. How would it feel inside me? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. I moan and cum in the sink and hold a hand over my mouth as the white gel splashes in the sink bowl. There you go. I don’t need to cum anymore. What a release.

“Maybe I should eliminate myself to clench my sexual needs…” Tina’s voice comes through the door and I zip my suit and hurry out and see her fidgeting with her gun. “Wait! Tina, what the hell are you doing?!” I don’t know what to expect from this girl anymore. But if I get caught here with her eliminated body, my game is over. “Oh. I was just wondering if it’s all worth it. Maybe the punishment is the best thing for me right now. Hypothetically.” She smiles and looks down the barrel of the gun and I rush over to her and pull the gun off her hands. She seems stunned and looks at me from past her cap with her big eyes. “Oh. That was rather forceful.”

I scowl at her and sit down and cross my arms: “Tina… answer me, what do you want? Are you here to win? You said you are sensitive? Do you want to fix that? What is it?” I look at the girl sternly and she suddenly feels a little shy and fidgets with her hair and mutters: “I-I wanted to try out my theory… I am not too worried about winning or anything. I uhh… I wanted to test my theory about the selection process.” She explains and I can remember that the choice was made randomly out of the ones who applied. It was pure luck that my friend and I got selected. There’s thousands of girls like us in the country who were willing to participate after all.

“Due to the one behind the event being a rather curious person, I wished to know if he would choose to pick only the most attractive futanari participating. So… this is a little embarrassing to say… but I created a couple hundred fake accounts for which I gave unattractive pictures of girls. For my own, I tried to make myself look as attractive as possible. I wanted to know if any of the fake accounts I made would pass. They didn’t. And even due to my pessimism for it, I got selected in the end. I wore more makeup then. That’s probably it.” She smiles and I genuinely think she looks perfect without it. But it is true, every girl here is good looking. I am not exactly ugly myself either. The game master seems to have a certain taste. I am amazed that Tina picked up on this.

“So… I was under the assumption that if there was a selection process, they would choose the ones with the most horrible dysmorphia. I assume you took that into consideration in your hypothesis too?” I ask and Tina nods: “Yes! See, my dysmorphia hardly affects my life, as it is just simply ultra sensitivity. I made sure to give all the fakes life-altering dysmorphia. You can ask Chat-GPT to come up with those, I found.” She smiles and I suddenly feel interested too. I guess Tina isn’t as silly as I thought, she reminds me a little of Wicky in a way. Some people have a drive to learn more, and I always appreciated that.

I give the **** rifle back towards Tina but she shakes her head: “Oh no. I can’t use that. I’m sorry.” She doesn’t seem to get it and I feel awkward. Suddenly we both hear something and look at the ceiling. It’s like there’s footsteps. We both shut up and follow it as the movement and noise goes over us and into the shower section of the locker rooms. There is a fire exit hatch in the ceiling there. And I quickly connect the dots and pull a bench down and take cover and Tina does the same.