Suki panics

Author's Note: All chapters are in Suki's POV unless otherwise noted.

I have just awakened in a strange place. Even though I just woke up from a nap, I still feel tired and my mind is groggy. It almost feels like I have just ran a marathon. I look around to see if I can piece together my memory. The weirdest thing is that I am only wearing a white nightgown which I absolutely do not remember putting it on. While wondering who could have put this gown on me, I run my hand over it to discover that it is made of the finest silk. It is clearly a lot more extravagant than anything I own. I wonder if someone took off all of my clothes for some strange reason and dressed me with this expensive thing instead.

The quality of this sleep ware makes me think of my new friend Nami. I can barely remember going to her place for some advice on how I can get my classmate Rei away from the corporate tramp Yuri Ito. Even though I want to help Rei a great deal, I have this annoying suspicion that my blue haired classmate is the least of my problems at the moment. I am almost positive that my uneasiness is related to the fact that I cannot see any of my clothes at the moment. I stand in place for a moment to think, but the only thing that I can remember is doing some unknown thing that I will regret later. Well, I have spent enough time trying to piece together my thoughts. It is time to find Nami and ask her for some answers so I leave the room.

I slowly enter the living room to find Nami wearing a pink gown and talking on the telephone. What is really weird is that I find my clothes strewn over the floor. I wonder if something significant happened here. My friend did not hear me enter because she seems to be really invested in the conversation with her mother. I just stand there at first because I am dreading talking to the blonde hottie for some reason. I think that my memory is starting to come back to me in pieces. I think that Nami has done something to make me anxious. I decide that I can put it off no longer so I get the woman's attention which makes her quickly hang up the telephone. She slowly turns around as if she is dreading the conversation as much as I am and tells me to sit down. I sit down but Nami remains standing to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Do you remember us doing anything strange today?" Nami pressed.

"Huh? I don't know what you mean," I replied while popping my eyes open a little.

"Think hard," Nami commanded sternly. "I need you to remember."

I thought about it for a few seconds and then I remembered Nami throwing me over her shoulder and carrying me to her room for sex.

"What did you do to me?" I squealed as the memory hit me like a bolt of lightening out of the blue.

"I want you to know that I was not in control of my actions at the time," Nami promised. "I never would have taken advantage of you otherwise. There are certain things about futanari that I should have told you before I even kissed you and one of them is we lose control of ourselves if we get too aroused."

"Let me get this straight!" I said as confusion and anger started to fill my voice. "Are you telling me that some Ms. Hyde dragged me into your room just to have sex with me?"

"It was not to have to sex with you," Nami hinted to confuse me even more.

"What in the world are you trying to tell me?" I demanded as anger started to color my face. "Spit it out!"

"If the animal inside of a futanari takes control of her, then she will want only one thing," the model continued.

"You are really starting to annoy me," I almost growled.

"I am very sorry to have to tell you this, but you are pregnant," Nami told me to make me gasp and spring out of my seat. For some reason, Nami sat down as soon as I shot up. I guess telling me this bit of news wore her out a little, but it just can't be true! We only had sex one time.

"How could you possibly know that?" I hollered loud enough at the girl sitting down to make my throat constrict a little.

"Ms. Hyde as you call her never fails to get what she wants," Nami explained. "I should have warned you about the abnormally high concentration of sperm we futas have. We are built for breeding, not sex."

I cannot believe this. I can't be pregnant! I still have a month until I graduate high school. But... somehow I knew that it had to be true. I did not know Nami very well, but I somehow knew that she would not lie to me. A couple of tears fell down my face as I ground my fingernails into my hands to make fists. I had never been so angry in my life. I am getting a powerful urge to hit something.

"If you want to hit me, then go ahead," Nami offered. "I won't stop you. I know that I deserve it."

Do I really want to hit Nami? I have never hit another person in my life, but I have never been so angry in my life. My heart is beating out of control and I am having a little trouble breathing. I feel that I will lose my mind if I don't do something, so I grab a nearby lamp and pull it up so fast that I rip the plug out of the socket. I can do nothing else but scream and throw the lamp so hard against a nearby wall that it shatters.

"If breaking all of my stuff will make you feel better, then please do so," Nami kindly said with a seemingly aloof face.

I thought about smashing more things, but my tears take me over and my legs turn to jelly causing me to sink to my knees. Nami got off the couch so she could put her arm around my shoulders.

"I... I didn't want it to be like this!" I choked out through my tears.

"I know that it doesn't change anything but I am sorry," Nami consoled me.

"I wanted to have a normal relationship with you!" I whined.

"That is what I wanted, but it is very hard to have a normal relationship with a futa," Nami said after letting out a long sigh.

"So, you're saying that it is impossible?" I asked.

"My parents had a normal relationship and my father is like me," the blonde darling honestly replied.

"So I couldn't control myself? I must be a tramp!" I complained.

"People like me have enhanced pheromones that makes it hard for girls to resist us. You couldn't help it." the model debated.

"What will my parents think?" I howled. "I let this happen on my first time out on my own! Mom and Dad will think that I am some kind of whore! They'll probably hate me! Maybe even disown me!"

"You don't know that!" Nami lectured while stroking my hair once. "I was worried about the same thing, but my mother told me over the phone that my parents will love me no matter what I did."

There was a brief silence while I continued to uncontrollably sob my eyes out. I never thought that I would ever be able to stop crying, but everything has its limits, I guess. There came a point when my tears slowly stopped and my breathing slowed.

"Don't you think that we will be more comfortable on the couch?" Nami asked while motioning to the piece of furniture with her right hand. I still did not have my full mobility so I crept over to the couch where Nami put her left arm around me.

"I know that you probably hate my guts right now, but I want you to know that I am not going to be like one of those cowardly little boys who knocks up a girl and runs away," my friend said to me which made me narrow my eyes as I tried to figure out what to think of her. "I want to help you take care of you and the baby. You can even move in with me if you want. If you decide that you don't want to have anything else to do with me then please at least let me pay for all of your medical bills."

"I don't know..." I uttered as the most vile thought that I had ever imagined entered my brain. "Maybe I'll just... just..."

"You aren't thinking of doing something drastic, are you?" Nami demanded while taking her arm off of me. I looked into her eyes and I could only nod my head.

"Now, wait a minute!" Nami hollered while jumping off the couch and looking down on me. "I will help you take care of the baby or I will even help you give it up for adoption if you want, but DAMN IT I will not have anything to do with you getting an abortion!"

"Why do you care so much about it?" I cried out in fear.

"What if your parents had made that decision?!" Nami shrieked.

I was almost afraid that the short haired honey was going to hit me. My eyes turned as big as spaghetti plates as I watched Nami take deep calming breaths with her eyes pinched closed. Her mood suddenly changed as soon as she opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you especially since I know that is no way to persuade someone. It is just that abortion is a hot button topic with me. Do you really want to do that?"

"No, I'm just scared," I whined.

"Please forgive me!" Nami pleaded as she sank to her knees and bent all the way down to the floor. "I never meant to hurt you!"

Do I really want to forgive Nami? I think that she is a good friend, but I have never been so angry and scared in my life. Maybe I should leave and never see her again.