Her Fertile Futa Pack: Fierce Futa-on-Female Conceptions by Madeline Dusk

Author:Madeline Dusk [Dusk, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

June, Waxing Gibbous Moon

Charlize's cute but functional boots crunched into the gravel as she jumped down from the seat of her new four-wheel off-roader onto the parking lot of Margo's store. Angie had driven her into the city a week before to turn in her rental car and buy a more practical ride. She'd got a great deal. The dealer had ended up terrified of her. But then he'd come perilously close to having his balls ripped off and hung from her rearview mirror like fuzzy dice. The idiot had tried that four-square distraction bullshit on her. Fortunately, he'd decided quickly that making her happy was in his best interests. The alternative probably wouldn't have gone great for either of them.

Angie had been impressed despite herself, but had casually mentioned that maybe Charlize should stay the fuck away from normal people for the remainder of her pregnancy. The executive had reluctantly agreed. She'd believed Margo before, but this had really rammed home the message. She'd only just kept her aggression under control. Even on the way home, she found herself wondering what would have happened if she'd dug her teeth into the weasel's neck and vigorously shaken her head.

She brushed down the fashionable fleece vest she was wearing over a well-tailored, sturdy shirt that accentuated her swollen tits perfectly... and definitely wasn't fucking flannel. Her jeans were getting a little tight. She had a definite bump developing. Charlize pouted. It had been hard enough to find a sufficient rugged pair that were cut right to flatter her hips, legs and ass. She'd have to get Bailey researching designer maternity wear for the modern outdoor woman. Her assistant knew the real reason for her extended absence from work—the outlines anyway. Charlize hadn't brought up the Manena. But the young redhead knew that her boss was pregnant and something unusual was going on. Of course, she'd probably have guessed that last part regardless. A rather large piece of evidence had spent a considerable amount of time up the redhead's ass, after all.

Margo was behind the counter of the post office portion of the store, peering at a large sealable pot suspiciously.

“Morning, Duchess!” she drawled. “What the fuck is 'sus viday'?”

“Sous vide,” Charlize corrected with a deep sigh. She'd given up on asking Margo not to open all her packages. The burly woman considered it her duty to monitor everything that came onto Manena territory. At least, that's what she claimed. Charlize suspected she was just a nosy bitch. “Something to help me turn that venison into something edible.”

There seemed to be a never-ending supply of the deer meat in a huge chest freezer in a shed beside the garage. Charlize had no idea where it came from... the town store didn't seem to sell it. The freezer burn did explain why it was always so tough.

“Don't know what you're fussing about,” Margo sneered, pushing the pot over the counter. “My Lorraine grills a mean steak!”

Sure, if you didn't mind chewing through boot leather.

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