Red’s just desserts

Previously:

Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being trapped in a muscular futanari body and adopting a new identity and name in Red. Cyra, a witchy goth fusion of Craig and Skye, decided to punish Red for the sins of Hank. Red tried to plead for her virginity to be spared before resigning herself to her fate.

Cyra

“A mockery of love. I will decide what you deserve.”

Cyra repositioned herself next to Red on the bed and bent over to gently stroke Red’s cheek.

Bloodshot eyes sprang open, full of fear and confusion.

“You deserve love, not whatever this is. I’m sorry. For real.”

Cyra tenderly wiped the tears from Red’s cheeks. Skye’s anger within her had burned away, satisfied with Red’s contrition. Craig’s grace and affection remained.

I underestimated her. I never imagined such a hard body housed a tender, romantic soul.

“What’s going on?” Red asked, her body still tense.

Cyra ran her fingers through Red’s hair, trying to calm her.

“The necklace put us both into matching gooner-bait bodies. So I assumed we would naturally understand one another as members of the same arcane sisterhood. We just had to get past Skye’s resentment and your guilt. I thought with the witchy ****-play out of the way, we could get down to some mutual sexy fun. I may have misjudged the situation.”

“Wait, so you’re not a witch?” Red asked earnestly.

“As if,” Cyra answered, playfully booping Red’s nose. “It was fun to pretend, but then you had to go and ruin it by taking it too seriously.”

Cyra gently turned Red on her side and settled in to spoon her. She put an arm around Red’s waist, fingers resting on the hard ridges. Red whimpered and clutched the hand, intertwining their fingers before pulling the arm around her chest and holding it tight.

“This is real, right?” Red whispered. “Not another punishment?”

Cyra sighed.

“This is the real me. Just another gal with something extra who is altogether too extra. Fuck, I ended up gaslighting you. Maybe you don’t deserve all that.”

“I do,” Red responded, curling up tighter into a ball. “Skye was right. I treated her like a trophy, a sex object. Things have been too good for me since I changed. I’m finally paying for my sins.”

“Hey, now. I’m the one doing the punishing here,” Cyra insisted, pouting, “and I’m tired of trying to hurt you. I can’t stop seeing you as a real person. It takes all the fun out of it.”

“All I know how to do is hurt people,” Red scoffed. “You should know better than anyone. Ever since you got merged, I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you. I’m just a stupid slut, still thinking with my dick.”

In a huff, Cyra sat up on the bed and pushed Red onto her back. She straddled the larger futa’s waist, pinning her down.

“Fuck you,” Cyra said in a huff before playfully slapping one of Red’s tits.

“Hey!” Red protested, cupping her chest.

“You think you’re the only one bricked up over being in smelling distance of a stone-cold hottie?”

“I… what?” Red blurted out, lost.

“Ugh, are you really gonna make me say it, you dumb cunt?”

Cyra rolled her eyes dramatically before taking a deep breath and looking down, straight into Red’s green eyes.

“It’s, like, sickeningly sweet that you want your first time to be with someone special. Gun to my head, I picked the person I want to be my first because we connected. And that’s why I don’t want you talking shit about her!”

Cyra threw a punch that glanced harmlessly off Red’s shoulder. Red was too distracted to notice, the gears turning her head.

“Wait, you’re talking about me?”

“Don’t make me change my mind, dummy,” Cyra scoffed. “Where am I going to find another statuesque beauty packing heat and ready to be ****?”

“You think I’m a beauty?”

Cyra flashed a predatory grin.

Oh, this is much more fun.

Red’s eyes darted around nervously.

“It looks like we’re both just subject to the whims of an almost intentionally horny magical artifact,” Cyra purred, running her black nails gently along Red’s muscular arms.

A shudder ran down Red's spine, and she struggled to squeak out, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So,” Cyra purred, “are you down to clown or am I going to have to take matters into my own hands?”

Cyra ground herself into Red’s midsection, savoring the sensation of each delicious ridge on her washboard abs. Red gave a surprised yelp, and her cock sprang up, smacking the generous cleft of Cyra’s ass. Cyra hummed in appreciation and dragged herself down Red’s body, leaving behind a sticky trail.

Red’s eyes widened. “Is that what I think it is?”

Cyra gave a mischievous wink before lifting her balls to reveal a perfect, pink pussy.

“Craig was right,” Red whispered.

“Yeah, yeah, feel free to gargle his balls later,” Cyra quipped. “Right now, I have a cherry that needs popping. Are you up for the job?”

“Only…” Red started hesitantly before getting serious. “Only if it’s just you and me. Not our pasts. No Hank. No Skye. No Craig. Just us.”

Cyra looked into Red’s eyes and had to suppress a gasp. A fire burned in their green depths. Hank had been a raging inferno, flaring brightly and drawing all eyes to him. Red smoldered like glowing coal: steady, confident, and defiant.

Cyra liked it.

“Whatever you want, mommy,” Cyra blurted out, before biting her tongue. She continued in a rush, “Just get ready for me to rock your world.”

Cyra lifted herself into a squat and positioned herself directly above Red’s throbbing erection. She licked her lips and teased her needy entrance with the hot head of Red’s cock.

“Um, Cowgirl might be too much for your first-“ Red started before getting cut off by a scoff from Cyra.

“Look, babe. I may have just been born, but I have as much sexual experience as two horny teenagers. I’ll tell you what’s too much.”

With that, she dropped her entire weight onto Red’s perfectly aligned rod. Cyra’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream as her ass landed with a meaty slap on Red’s hips. The wind was knocked out of her, and she struggled to take a breath when it felt like all available space in her belly was stuffed full of hard cock.

Too much!

Her hymen had disintegrated, but the pain only enhanced the exquisite pleasure. Cyra felt her vagina stretch like a condom around the invading member, skin tight against every ridge and vein.

“If you say so,” Red said, shrugging, before grabbing Cyra’s hips and thrusting up into her.

Cyra flung her hands forward to keep her upright. The first handholds she found were Red’s breasts, and she held on for dear life. Red growled, only encouraged by the rough treatment, and grabbed Cyra’s cock to start jacking.

The edges of Cyra’s vision started to go white. She couldn’t handle the onslaught of sensation and was careening rapidly toward climax. Her pussy gripped Red so tight, she felt like it was being pulled out of her body with each thrust. Already, her balls were starting to tense, preparing for release.

With an undignified shriek, Cyra tore past the point of no return. Her legs trembled, and her black nails dug into Red’s soft tits. A wave of pleasure crested, radiating out from between her legs. She felt her cunt squeeze powerfully in time with the jets of hot cum splattering against Red’s belly and chest. She collapsed bonelessly onto Red’s hard body, shuddering with the aftershocks of her mind-blowing orgasm.

“Not bad for muscle-headed jock,” Cyra slurred, drool running down her chin.

“A good start, for sure,” Red said, lifting herself on her elbows.

Comprehension struggled to travel through Cyra’s liquefied synapses.

“… start?”

“That was just a few pumps, I didn’t even come yet.” For emphasis, Red flexed, and Cyra felt the still hard cock lurch within her.

“N-No way,” Cyra struggled to get the words out. “I was squeezing you so hard. There’s no way you didn’t come.”

“Sorry, sis. I’m not the one with the hair trigger.”

Cyra pushed herself back up onto her hands and knees with a huff.

“Hair trigger? Don’t flatter yourself. I-I didn’t come either, I’ll have you know. That was pre-cum. I’m just tired from doing all the work.”

“Oh, I’m happy to put in some work,” Red said, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips. “Let’s change positions.”

In an explosion of movement, Cyra felt her pussy evacuated, leaving only a pleasant, aching emptiness. In the moment it took for her to remember Hank had wrestled in high school, Red was already behind her. A strong hand pushed her down onto the bed, her ass still sticking up in the air. She struggled to push herself upright, but the weight on the small of her back was stubbornly immovable. Her mind rebelled at being casually dominated, but her pussy only melted in preparation.

“Damn, that ass looks even better than Skye’s,” Red muttered appreciatively.

“Well?” Cyra demanded, “What are you waiting for?”

“Are you sure you want this?” Red asked, teasing the head of her cock against Cyra’s entrance. “You got ‘tired’ pretty fast on top. I wouldn’t want to be too rough with you.”

“Rough?” Cyra scoffed.

Mmmm, do me, mommy.

“I’d like to see you try. A little dick like that, I don’t know if I’ll even feel it inside. Let me know when you staaaAAAaaaaAAAAH.”

The air was **** from Cyra’s chest as Red slammed into her. The rhythmic slaps against her fat ass rang out in the small dorm room, punctuated by the incomprehensible cries **** from Cyra’s throat. Her brain melted under the onslaught of jackhammer blows to her cervix. Black-nailed hands gripped the bedsheets for dear life as Cyra’s face was pounded into the bed.

Her first climax rolled over her like a tumbling tide, but Red refused to relent. The pleasure failed to ebb as one orgasm flowed into another. Time became meaningless as Cyra’s faculties shut down, leaving her an ever-hungry pleasure hole. At some indeterminate time later, Red finally roared in triumph and sent a powerful hand crashing into Cyra’s upturned ass. The shockwave rippled across her prodigious posterior, and the pain only accented the delicious pleasure. Cyra felt the final spasms of the hot rod stirring her up, and the hot, wet sensation of being filled up sent her own dick firing off another load into the bedsheets. When Red withdrew, Cyra flopped bonelessly onto the bed, completely spent.

—-

Cyra couldn’t have been out long because when she opened her eyes, Red was still naked. The statuesque former athlete was casually stretching as though cooling down from a good workout. Sweat glistened on her muscular body.

“Whew, thanks, babe,” Red called over to the bed. “Ever since I decided to become Red, I’ve been worried about backsliding. I thought any kind of masculinity would send me back to being him.”

Reed appraised her own nude form in the mirror. She experimentally flexed her biceps. As she moved to different poses, her movements became more natural and her shy smile broadened.

“But if I can still fuck like him-better than him-and we both feel happy and closer after… maybe he wasn’t all bad. Maybe I’m not all bad. I really needed that.”

“‘s okay. I was in the neighborhood,” Cyra mumbled, slowly trying to regain her mental faculties after getting her brains fucked out.

Red couldn’t keep the satisfied grin off her face. She strolled over to the bed where Cyra still lay and appreciated the bright red handprint on her upturned ass. She caressed the cheek, eliciting a wince which settled into a moan.

When Cyra rolled onto her back, Red pounced, capturing her lips with her own. Cyra whimpered into the kiss and accepted Red’s exploring tongue into her mouth. Red lowered her lean body onto Cyra’s, her weight pressing their breasts and dicks against each other.

“That was amazing. We got off on the wrong foot, but that was special. You may have been created by accident, but I’m glad it happened.”

“Yeah,” Cyra replied, blushing. Her hair was a tangled mess, and cum was oozing out of her still gaping pussy. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“What’s that?” Red asked. “Still trying to say you didn’t come?”

“Don’t get cocky, I’ve had better,” Cyra mumbled, unable to meet Red’s eyes.

Red grinned, her green eyes twinkling.

“You know, you’ve made me reconsider my first time,” Red whispered, the color rising on her cheeks. “As close as we’re feeling right now, maybe you could be my first.”

“Are you sure?” Cyra asked cautiously.

“No. I thought I was waiting for someone, but…” Red trailed off in thought before snapping to a decision. “It’ll probably never happen, and you’re at least half as good.”

Does she think she’s being subtle? He’s still in here with me.

“Sure, babe. Next time, I’d be happy to-“

“Next time?” Red interrupted. “No, I meant right now. That was a good warm-up, but I’m ready for the main event.”

Red lifted herself up on her knees, straddling Cyra. Corded muscles flexed powerfully beneath the smooth skin of her tanned thighs. Visions of pelvic bones ground into dust flashed through Cyra’s mind.

Oh hell no. Another round would destroy me.

Cyra threw herself out of bed and only stumbled a few steps forward before her legs gave out, forcing her to crawl towards Craig’s desk.

“As if,” she giggled, her eyes wide and manic. “I totally would, it’s just that I’m feeling bad for Craig and Skye. I really should let them out.”

She made it to the desk and pulled herself up to grab the Merge Necklace.

“This is bye for now, but next time they merge, I’ll be back. We can totally fuck then.”

Red raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I like you,” she insisted. “It would just be to settle who’s the better top.”

After one final lingering gaze up and down Red’s nude body, Cyra squeezed the necklace’s green gem and split in an eruption of green light. In a moment, Craig and Skye were back.

Skye scrambled to her feet, but immediately collapsed, her legs shaky. Her face flushed, she pulled herself back to standing. She gave a brief look at Red, her breath hitching, before angrily shaking away the intrusive thoughts.

“You two fucks owe me for this!” she growled before limping out the door bow-legged.

Craig rubbed his butt as Skye’s footsteps echoed down the hallway. He pulled back his shorts to reveal the red outline of Red’s handprint.

“Did you really have to slap her that hard?”