Thrift War

Thrift War

Futanari Retail Workers Versus Futanari Karens

Chapter 1 by disposablecyoawriter disposablecyoawriter

"Have a good day at work, dear!"

The two women kissed, and then the manager regretfully withdrew, exiting the car into her store's parking lot.

--

"The customer is always right, isn't she?"

The middle-aged woman's face was set in a stubborn glare, her hands clenched on the counter.

--

"Okay, rookie. Watch what I do."

The younger woman nodded, her hands at her sides, as her senior coworker stepped up to face the glaring blonde on the other side of the counter.

--

For a moment, the pair simply stood there, glare meeting glare. Then they lunged, meeting in midair, their entwined bodies falling down onto the counter and then off onto the floor, clothes flying as their voices rang out and mixed together.

The rookie swallowed heavily, her eyes wide. A long moment passed, and then she was desperately undoing her work pants, fishing out her erection and frantically starting to masturbate to the scene in front of her.

She'd already forgotten what specifically the customer had wanted; it was no longer relevant. If her coworker was victorious, then the customer's desires were moot. If the customer was victorious, on the other hand, then her own options were either surrender, or to attempt to win the battle in her coworker's stead.

Such was the world they lived in.

Prices rose and fell. (Mostly rose.)

Stock shifted, locations opened and closed, merchandise came and went.

But war... war never changed.


So!

In this world, the following two things are true:

  1. Everyone is a hot, well-hung futanari, and
  2. Minor, everyday disputes, especially in retail, are resolved through sexfights.

(Also, Karens are even more common than in our own world, and certainly the word is going to see a lot of use as a descriptor in this story.)

There's no single set cast or storyline, and contributors are encouraged to come up with their own.

Maybe a store full of confident employees is unaware of an incoming busload of too-tough Karens, or maybe an overconfident Karen is about to get in over her head.

There's also room to explore the world from a different direction, if you like - what does suburban life look like in this universe? How do those types of conflicts go down?

Just, preferably, stick to futa-on-futa dominance battles, and, of course, have fun!

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