Your Futa Fangirl

Opening the curtain was...that little pink haired futa you had noticed following you around the enclosure. She seems **** to enter. She takes a moment to screw up her courage then steps into the hut.

Nuru turns to look at you and raises her cup to toast you once more. "To lady luck! You couldn't have gotten off easier if you chose one yourself." She downs her rum.

Abigail breaths a sigh of relief. "This won't be so bad."

Nuru stands and goes to get her and Abigail another drink.

"Easy for you guys to say!" You retort.

The alien stands just under 5 foot tall and couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds. She had the appearance of a slender human woman maybe 18-20 years old. Her straight pink hair hung down to about mid-neck. Her eyes were slightly larger than a human's and had pink iris's to match her hair. Her ears sat up more towards the top of the head and were the shape of a cat's. Her clothes consisted of a white, pink and grey one piece jumpsuit affair, pink shoes, and pink fingerless gloves. And of course, like the others of her race, her clothes were exposed at the crotch. When you saw her before she was hard but now her tiny little gherkin was limp, hanging over her rosy slit. She had just a tiny patch of pink pubes just above the dick.

Her device, which she wore as a pendant, glowed purple. She stood there a long time just staring at you. Slowly you watched as her mini-dick came to life. Within a couple of minutes it was fully erect.

'Oh Jesus!' You think. Not even at your most adventurous had you had to deal with another penis besides your own.

Your roommates were sitting quietly sipping from their cups. A slight flush from the **** evident on Abigails cheeks. You still couldn't move.

Abigail finally says something. "Your collar, it can read your intentions. If your intentions match up with the alien you can move. If they don't you are stuck. They can eventually **** you to move themselves if you fight them for too long. It's awful. It's easier just to do what they want."

Nuru adds. "And don't even try to hurt them. When the pass is green the collar just stops you. If it is purple though...hooo...it hurts. A lot!" You sense a bit of slurring to Nuru's words.

"I don't think you are being taken away." Says Abigail. "I don't even think she's going to use a privacy dome."

Just then the creature makes a motion across her jumpsuit and suddenly her clothes fade from her body. Appearing to simply vanish! She stands there nude. Her breasts are round and perky, her small pink nipples dot their centers. Her body was fit and firm. Her skin a peachy white with just a hint of a pink tinge. Her face fills with a hot blush, she bites her lip. As you look at her her dinky peanut practically quivers in excitement.

"Go to her!" Says Nuru. "Make her happy, there is no fighting this."

You ignore the advice. You continue to use every last bit of your will to try to do something. Run, fight, rant, rave, anything. Nothing, not one muscle twitches.

Then you feel something unfamiliar. Another **** ripping control of your body away from you. As your new friends had warned it was truly horrible. You turn and stand up to face her, every **** movement the psychological equivalent to fighting an irresistible undercurrent. It didn't hurt physically, but mentally it was incredibly taxing and even worse, dehumanizing. It made you feel like a thing, some inanimate object being used.

You had been sitting at the table with your back to the glass wall, but now that you had turned you could see that it was standing room only out there. They were literally crawling on each other to watch the spectacle. You wished that the creature had used a privacy dome!

You are in a natural standing position, feet shoulder width apart, hands at your side. The futa stands in front of you ogling you. You continue to fight and for a few moments nothing happens. Then you feel yourself reach to pull off the poncho, dropping it to your side. The feeling of having another **** moving your body against your will felt so wrong, it was disturbing in ways you didn't think possible. You then bend over and take down your boxers. The alien lets out a high pitched yelp of desire. You stand there naked for a few moments, her **** eyes taking you all in. You feel yourself walking backward and then stepping up on the low circular bed. You come to stand in the middle.

Abigail and Nuru sit and continue to enjoy their drink. They look on as if they were watching television.

"Are you guys just going to sit there?" You ask, hoping beyond hope they had a solution to this.

Abigail responds. "Oh...uh...sorry. Do you want us to leave?"

Nuru objects. "Aw, don't make us leave. Listen, this happens to all of us. Eventually you'll be taken in the middle of the valley for all to see. There is nothing to hide here."

You think about it a moment as the futa approaches you, her eyes locked on your man unit. You remembered Abigail's experience and how it helped to have another human present. You finally say. "No, don't leave. You can stay." They look at you with something approaching pride.

You suddenly feel a wave come over you, emanating out from your groin. Another wave. You are getting hot, your surroundings were coming into sharper focus, your breathing getting heavy. And you were horny! You could feel your dick starting to become excited. The collar was inciting arousal in you. 'No!' You think, trying to stop it. Fighting the collar was so exhausting and disturbing...and utterly futile. You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to manage it.

The futa slowly approaches.