Mistress Xon Decides What To Do

“I think what you need is rest,” Mistress Xon says. Her eyes light up and she lifts her foot but the magnetic sole stays on the ground. She places her foot on my face and I shake with a dry sob.

I could cry my heart out but I hold back. She’ll tell me to cry if that’s what she wants.

The sounds of the girls fucking fills the air and while Kevin’s moans peak on occasion, my ears pick out the grunts and vulgar orders of my mistress and momma.

“Spit on my cock, whore,” Mistress orders.

“You got a nice ass Vicky.” Momma laughs. “Looks real good on my cock!”

“Don’t- Augh! Don’t call me… Vicky. My… oh, my name is Vic.”

A slap cracked through the air. “Not when you’re my bottom-bitch. You’re just slutty Vicky right now.”

My body warms hearing their voices, like having a soothing blanket laid over me. If their voices are a blanket, I guess that would somehow make Mistress Xon’s soft foot a pillow in the metaphor. Regardless, this was bliss. My ass gapes and squeezes like a hungry mouth begging to be stuffed full.

_ God! Why am I loving this? Is this really me, a cock hungry buttslut? If I wasn’t in the Empire but a futa showed up, would I want her to dom me? _The answer is yes, strong and heavy just like the cocks I want, just like the foot that rests on my face.

“Your owners are quite advanced.” Mistress Xon tapped my face and swirled her toe on my cheek. “Make sure to enjoy your time with them. Someday soon, it will come to an end. You would do well to make memories while you can.”

“Yes, Mistress. I will.” The promise etches on my heart stronger than any promise I’ve ever made.

“I’ll hold you to it.”

A few minutes later and Kevin cried out along with Val. A heavy thump hits the floor and the Alabaster Queen snaps her fingers.

“Good work today. Girls, you may leave. Rachel and Abigale stay.”

After a few moans and gasps, the patter of feet fade as the girls leave. The secretary picks up Kevin and leaves behind the others. Mistress and Momma kneel next to Mistress Xon on either side of her.

“You girls out shined the others by a considerable measure. Do you know why?”

“We want this more than they do, Mistress Xon,” Mistress answers.

“That had something to do with it,” Mistress Xon says as her toes tap and squeezes my face.

“Our… pet?” Momma’s voice is full of trepidation.

“That’s right, Abigale. While your desire to become futa may be stronger than the other girls’, the real difference today came from your pet. Your desire may have even been the reason you were cleaver enough to pick this one up before your first day. I’ll consider both of your answers correct.”

The pair thank her but my mind hits the reverse button to play that part about becoming futa. _What _in the actual fuck? Is that possible? I’d never heard of such a thing but I wasn’t the biggest futanari fan to dive that deep. The Empire was pretty open, boasting very few secrets. They would even give nations months’ worth of notice before invading on some occasions just because they planned on doing it but had other invasions to take care of first. They had lax boarders when it came to trading, they even proudly sold good weapons to their enemies. Wouldn’t I have heard about them turning women into futa?

“The two of you may have the rest of the day with this one. I can tell you will pass all the tests I had planned for your class, so there’s no need for you to be there. Unless, you wish to be present?”

“Yes, Mistress,” my mistress answers in a flash. “We should be there to assert our position.”

“I like how this one thinks,” Mistress Xon says with a smile in her voice.

“You two will make the perfect futa. Go on. Show your classmates who is in control.”

The pair thank her and then hurry out of the room, leaving me with the living goddess.

“Jack. Your desire to please your owners has struck me. I rarely see that level of commitment so early on. I’m going to have your hormones checked again, there’s no way your current readings are right.”

My hormones checked? Current readings?

“Go to the nurses office and speak with Dr. Saph. She should be able to figure out what’s going on with you. When you’re done, go home and wait for your owners. Since they decided to stay, I’m going to work them extra hard and they’ll need a good little tongue when they get home.” She removes her foot from my face, placing it over the sole of her high heel, making a soft click. She stands but doesn’t walk off, instead, she towers over me.

“Yes, Mistress.” I push up with my noodle arms.

The break has done me some good, so I’m able to get my legs under me and bow to the embodiment of futa perfection. I look up and come nose to tip with her massive cock.

While the monster cock is still limp, it’s got some blood flowing in it for sure. It’s so thick that my jaw slowly drops in amazement. It flexes and a large glob of pre leaks out of the slit.

“A reward, for your commendable efforts, and a little something to help you strengthen your legs.”

I kiss her fat cockhead and the glop pops over my lips before sliding into my mouth. Her pre tastes like candy with endorphins that make me tingle. My little clit slams into rock hard status to immediately cum but the orgasm isn’t even as good as the feeling of her cock on my lips. I need this cock so badly! She’s so beautiful, so powerful. She could take me now. Why doesn’t she take me now? They already chose me to be given to royalty, why not just give me to her? Her porcelain skin is so smooth, so fucking perfect. I need more of her, all of her, in me!

“Calm yourself.” Her cybernetic eyes glow for a moment as she stands over me, her hands on her wide hips. “Your brainwaves show you’re spiraling.”

My fucking brainwaves? Fuck my brainwaves, I need this dick!

“Enough.” She lifts her cock with a hand at the base, pulling the tip up from my lips. A long, thick strand of pre bridges the gap.

Everything in me wants to lift up and grab that cock with my lips, but her command locks me in place.

She smiles, lifting my heart, but then points to the door. “Go on, Jack. Do as I command.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress!” I stoop down and kiss her foot one last time. I don’t think there’s a protocol that says I’m supposed to do that, but I hope it makes her happy.

I jump to my feet, my legs still a little wobbly from exhaustion but much better thanks to Mistress Xon’s gift. I run out of the room and down the hall. Only when the open-air hits me as I leave the building do I realize I’d forgotten my clothes. Fuck it.

I go into the main office building where the medical center was last time I attended. My bare feet slap the linoleum flooring as I dash down the hall.

“Young man,” a voice calls out.

A tall, curvy redhead stands in a doorway. Dressed in a white, sleeveless blouse and a grey checkered skirt, she looks at me with deep green eyes over her half-moon glasses.

When I turn to her, she wags a finger. “No running in these halls.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I say with a deep bow. “I won’t run.”

“Come.” She points to the ground in front of her and puts a foot forward. Nylons run her thick legs down to her black high heels.

I obey and start to worship.

After a minute she snaps her fingers and pulls her gorgeous foot back. “Very good. You’re Jack, yes?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” How the fuck does she know?

Her eyes glow as her glossy black lips spread in a smile.

_ Cybernetics again? _I thought cybernetics are rare. I heard they were for royals only. Is that wrong? Or is this another royal?

She certainly has the looks for it. Probably just short of seven-feet tall without the heels, long, bushy red hair spills down her back to her narrow waist. As big as her hair is, it looks bigger thanks to her impressive shoulders pushing it out more. Her skin is close to Mistress Xon’s but she probably gets a little bit more sun. They’re both pale, but Mistress Xon looks like she gets her ‘tan’ from the fucking moon. Her arms are muscled, and while still feminine, they look beefier than Mistress Xon’s. The buttons to her bouse strain against her wide, heavy tits. If I curled into a tight ball, I could probably fit in each one of her massive breasts.

“I’m who you’re looking for; Dr. Saph.”

I bow my head. “Mistress Xon told me to come to you.”

“She’s not your Mistress.” Her tone is so cold I shiver. “She told you to call her Mistress while in class. You’re not in class, now. She’s High Lady Xon to you.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’m eating lunch. You can join me or you can go wait in my office. It’s the second door on the left.” She flicks a finger towards her door before turning around.

She walks into the room with other futa talking around tables. It looks like a fucking restaurant. Gold rimmed chairs, padded booths, mood lighting.