You make your way over

You have a small amount of the breakfast that you brought for Rachel, then get some studying in while she’s still out. You figure it will take a while for her to return if she finds a boy or girl to fuck on her way back from the bathroom and showers (not that she used the shower part of it all that often). Sitting at your desk, cum still dripping from your chin onto your hairless chest, you boot up your laptop and pull up the chapter of the online textbook your US History 1 professor assigned.

An hour later you’re reading about Queen Georgia III’s taxes on the American colonies when Rachel returns to your shared room. Her shirt is now missing, gone to who knows where, and she has a fresh load of futa cum on her tits that she has you lick off of her. You decided not to ask her about it. If she wanted to tell you she would.

She then gets dressed wearing a white blouse with a v-neck and a skirt that you can just barely see the tip of her cock poking out from when it hangs between her legs. Attaching your leash she leads you out the door, this time walking upright so you can move faster.

You walk across campus. Her in her clothes, you naked. At this point you had gotten used to it and nobody seemed to notice yet another freshman sub to a freshman futa. There were plenty. Boys, girls, non-binary people, as long as you were anything but a futa you were fair game, and were expected to serve any futa student and their insatiable lust.

The place that Rachel was set to meet her friends for brunch was an on-campus cafe. It had bagels, fried eggs, bacon, and other breakfast food. Waving her down were two futas: one who was your age and another who looked to be a couple years older, possibly a senior. The one your age was holding onto the leash of a naked androgynous person with female genitalia who also seemed to be the same age. Most likely another freshman in the same situation as you.