Futa Witch

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I like to sleep late which is why it was annoying when my room shook and I heard "WELL THEN I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU STARTED USING WOMEN'S MAKEUP MY MISTAKE JOHN" before something else was said and a door slammed. Doing what was came naturally I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Listening for a few more moments I heard my roommate Morgan stomp around knocking shit over in anger. After a while I realized two things, one I was hungry and two the Morgan storm had passed or at least moved over to Morgan.

As I got up and got dressed I thought back to how we had met. I was a freshmen when the school decided its dorms were so good it had better raise their price. So high in fact it meant I was going to have to find new housing and fast. The university was very nice, so nice in fact it was a wonder I ever even got in but that is a different story. As a flood of the poorer students washed over the local hosing market I was **** to find someplace to live. I was close to just giving up when I heard a rumor about a house listed for rent that no one had been accepted to. Shrugging I sent of an email to the address listed online and forgot about it.

A day later I was sitting in a homey living room a few minutes from campus holding a cup of tea and looking at a very serious young women as she asked me a battery of questions. I can see why a lot of the guys wanted to live here, the house was nice and Morgan was as hot as the sun. Keeping my eyes locked forward I silently thanked the orphanage and it's crazy military training to keep my eyes from straying down as I looked at her during the interview. Through some miracle she accepted me and let me move in on the day I was to be kicked out of the dorms. I paid rent and kept the house from burning down or falling apart even though it was just the two of us.

Snapping back to the present I exit my room and survey the damage done. Not too bad this time I suppose, a table broken in half and a clock embedded in a wall. Grabbing my gloves I moved the table into the basement were my tools were and removed the clock before moving into the Klicken. Heating the pan I made two sets of breakfast and threw it on two plates before setting the dishes aside.

Grabbing the extra plate I steel myself and moved to Morgans room. This had become something of a tradition, Morgans current boyfriend would fuck up hard and she would throw him out sometimes literally and I would bring her food as she calmed down. This was just like all the other times I though as I gently knocked on the door and opened it.

As the door opened I saw Morgan and I stopped. As my brain started to puzzle out what I was seeing I realized Morgan was acting a bit different today. She was in fact floating above her bed, glowing, and wearing nothing but a deep purple robe with her back to me. As the door opened her head snapped around in anger before she saw me at which point her face went through a series of emotions one after the other. First was shock which was the stage I was at, then came realization, then anger again, and then fear finally.

My mind on the other hand was thinking about how I got **** or what finally made be go insane. Shrugging I placed the plate on her bedside table and walked out scratching my head.