With a picnic

Arthur took frantic, deep breaths as he approached the hill. He could dimly see the unmistakable silhouette of Allison sitting at the summit with her back leaning against the birch tree that sat atop the hill. She still hadn't seen him- probably for the better, as Arthur was a sweaty mess.

Arthur rolled his shoulders as he began the hike up the hill, repeatedly sniffing himself to make sure the perfume he put on minutes ago was still working, and hadn't somehow decided to render itself ineffective by some cruel twist of fate.

"Arthur!" Her voice suddenly called out, and Arthur's heart leapt as he saw her waving. The boy jogged over, smiling when he saw his girlfriend.

"H-hey Allison!" Arthur stammered as he took a seat on the picnic matress. It was a beautiful spot, the afternoon sun shining brightly on the rolling green hills, parkgoers dotted around the landscape doing various things. Somehow, the place felt both secluded and omnipresent.

"How was your day, Artie?" Allison asked as Arthur blushed at the pet name.

"Uh, fine... everyone was looking at me after today morning..." He murmured shyly. Allison's eyebrows shot up.

"Shit, was that not cool with you? I'm really sorry!" Allison apologized, but Arthur waved it off.

"No- it was awesome. I kinda loved the attention." Arthur admitted as Allison smiled playfully. He unwrapped the pie he brought and set it down.

"Señora Esperanza did pull me aside for... the talk." Arthur said. Allison snorted into her fries.

"She still does that? I remember my first boyfriend telling me about it. Isn't she... kinda futaphobic?" Allison asked. Arthur nodded sagely.

"Mm-hmm. She mentioned something about how back in her day boys and girls had certain parts, and anything else was a... medical curiosity." He said cheekily. Allison shook her head in wonder.

"Jesus... where do we even find these teachers?" She murmured, almost to herself. It was true- the school seemed incapable of hiring a normal teacher. All the teachers were either nearing their expiry date, unsure of the subject they were teaching or immensely futaphobic or supremacist.

"Does Ristsouko still teach gym? She was one of the worst." Allison murmured. You nodded, wincing at the memories of the futa gym teacher who took pleasure in putting all the futas in a team to trounce the boys in whatever sport they played.

"There's a new one too- the bio teacher. Ms. Miller. Spreading stuff about how futas are a stronger, and therefore superior race... one time, Danyelle started staring at some poor guy and furiously beating off, eventually spraying the kid with cum... and Ms. Miller yelled at him for wearing 'too revealing' clothing." Arthur muttered. Allison gasped.

"God... it's worse than I remembered!" She exclaimed, playing with hair silken black tresses.

From there, the conversation flowed with surprising ease. A nagging doubt Arthur had been experiencing ever since he asked Allison out was that they weren't really compatible. Normally, one would go through a few weeks of knowing someone, becomign friends with them and discovering mutual interests before taking things further. Arthur had barely spoken to Allison until one night when he'd blown her off and fell asleep next to her, covered in her cum.

But they seemed meant for each other, discovering many mutual interests like video games, sports and music. Allison was in a very outgoing friend group, and as such she never got the chance to talk much- an opportunity she gained around Arthur,a quiet, yet innately curious guy. Arthur meanwhile was just happy to have someone to talk to about his many niche interests, someone who made a natural effort to listen.

Over the course of their conversation the two had been unconsciously inching closer together until their hands had met and intertwined, Allison's long, graceful fingers tightly wound around Arthur's stubbier digits.

They had been sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes when Allison suddenly squeezed Arthur's hand.

"Hey, Artie?" She asked. Arthur frowned.

"Mm-hm."

"Can I talk to you about something?" She asked. Arthur's blood froze. She was going to break up with him.

It did seem like Arthur was jumping to conclusions but... this had happened before, and Arthur saw it firsthand. Marcus was in a deep talking stage with a futa called Vivianne, and they were really close- they were texting for some five hours a day, and were aways hanging out together. Naturally, Marcus asked her out and of course Vivianne said yes.

For a blissful two days, Marcus and Vivianne were the happiest people on Earth, hugging and kissing in public, going on romantic dates, texting until the crack of dawn...

Then out of nowhere, barely a week into the relationship Vivianne had sent Marcus a text basically saying she realized she 'didn't really like him' and 'had other commitments'. It broke Marcus, and by extension Arthur, seeing his best friend so violently crushed.

And here he was, about to have it happen to him.

Before Allison could continue, Arthur spoke up.

"If you're gonna break up with me, cut the bullshit and just say it!" He exclaimed. Allison flinched as if someone had slapped her.

"What did you say?" She asked, visibly confused. Arthur took a deep, ragged breath before repeating his statement.

"If you're going to break up with me... just say so." He muttered, barely able to form words over the painful lump forming in his throat. Goddammit, why couldn't he get anything good in life?

"Why would you think I was breaking up with you?" Allison asked. Arthur snapped out of his haze, frowning at the Asian girl.

"Wh-what? You're not breaking up with me?" He asked. Allison sighed.

"Well... just hear me out first, please?" She implored. Arthur frowned, wondering what this was about.

"Look Arthur... I like you, I really do. And I really enjoy dating you, and I would love for us to keep dating but... I need to be upfront... how do I say this? Okay, well... I don't think we can be sexually exclusive." Allison blurted out. Arthur shook his head, trying to make sense of what she said. On one hand, she wanted to keep dating- which was a good thing. However she couldn't be... sexually exclusive?

"And please, make no mistake... it's not because I found you... sexually unsatisfactory, okay? I still dream about that blowjob you gave me, and all the other things you could and eventually will do to me but it's just... purely by nature of who I am and the people who surround me... I'm gonna need to be fucking pretty damn regularly- something I cannot expect you to take the full brunt of." Allison said pacifyingly.

"Along with that... you're a real cute guy, Arthur. Already word is spreading about Lenna Hunt's younger brother... futas are gonna be all over you, and I really don't want you under that pressure of having to constantly fend off their undoubtedly aggressive advances." Allison answered sympathetically.

Arthur frowned as he processed the information, spying Allison nervously fidget towards the side. In all honesty- he understood Allison's decision. Futanari were well known to be producing exponentially more sexual hormones than any other gender, by a wide margin and really the only people who could keep up with them were other futanari. As a result, many cis-futa relationships often featured a sort of open relationship, more so for the futa- as if not, the futanari would either be tortured by blue balls or her partner would die out from the amount of sex they'd be subjected to.

"You good? It's okay if... you don't wanna do this..." Allison said gently, but Arthur heard the subtlest voice crack.

"N-no... I get it- your part but... why me? I very much doubt I'm as in demand as you say and I am perfectly capable of rejecting people!" Arthur answered. Allison raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Rejecting a offer to bang whoever you want, guilt-free?" Allison asked. Arthur spluttered, realizing his fumble.

"W-well, you're the only person I, uh, wanna bang?" Arthur stammered out. Allison threw her head back, a tinkling laugh escaping her mouth.

"Smooth, casanova. I do cite the 'Fuck Lenna you're so big' moans two nights ago as a counterfactual." Allison answered playfully as Arthur blushed.

"I-I can stop!" He **** out. Allison rolled his eyes.

"Ugh... do I have to spell it out? Arthur... I find it hot as FUCK that you're gonna get dicked down by the baddest futas in the city and still come back to me. Every. Single. Time." Allison answered. Arthur's throat dried as he understood the implications of what Allison was saying.

"Oh..."

"Mhm. But just to be clear... this is purely sexual, mmkay? If you- or me, for that, goes on any form of romantic hangout with anyone else- that's cheating. Understood?" Allison shot out, all business.

"Y-yes Ma'am." Arthur answered dutifully, still trying to come to terms with what had just been announced to him.

"And one more thing, Arthur darling. You are going to tell me about everything. Nothing hidden. I don't care if you fuck a horse- I wanna know every single detail." Allison answered with finality. Arthur nodded hazily. Despite his aloof exterior, he was doing cartwheels on the inside.

"Y-yes Ma'am!" Arthur answered with zeal. Allison giggled.

"Damn Arthur... looks like all this talk of fucking has gotten you... all riled up!" Allison purred as she rested a hand on Arthur's crotch, which to Arthur's shock, was straining against his cargos. He hadn't even realized it go up.

"A-Allie! Here? We're in public! What if someone sees us?" Arthur gasped as Allison hungrily palmed his penis.

"Well they can watch, hm?" Allison asked rhetorically as she slipped onto her stomach, her face rubbing hungrily against Arthur's closed crotch.