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 RHG Project - The Heroine(FH, preg, viol, oral, mast, rom, fant)

   This, like all my stories, is a work of fiction.  None of the people in
my story are in anyway real or based on real people.  This story is adult
oriented, so unless you�fre old enough to view it, STOP READING NOW!!! 
Otherwise, enjoy the debauchery.

   Oh!  And before I forget...  thanks, Kevin Smith.

   RHG Project - The Heroine by Shardshatter

   In the forested regions between the Horsehead mountains in the north and
the almost impassable swampland to the south, there wasn't much in the way
of law to keep the bandits and savage fiendling creatures in line.  Along
the winding path from the cities in the mountains to the next most
civilized town along the road were towers with walled Outrider stations at
the base of them.  Every couple dozen leagues there was one about a half
mile from the road with an Outrider squad of soldiers ready to answer
distress calls.

   Many of the people travelling the roads didn't have radios, so the
Outriders always had someone at the top of the towers at each station
keeping watch for the blue-colored flares travelers were always told to buy
just in case something dangerous happened.

   In the middle of the entire stretch of territory there was station
Sigma. Most of the soldiers from Sigma had been called off into the field
to a little village much farther away.  The villagers were in the middle of
being attacked by a roving band of fiendlings that were kidnapping people
and stealing whatever wasn't nailed down.  The other Outriders were called
on at least four days ago and hadn't been heard from since.

   The one left at the top of the tower was a young woman in her early
twenties.  She was slim and athletic with short dirty blonde hair.  She sat
back in her chair, reclining with a look of complete boredom on her face.
Since all the others had left she had been doing nothing but sitting in the
tower keeping watch with a book in her hand.  She'd stand up and look
around with the binoculars around her neck at the end of every chapter.

   So far nothing had happened and she was damned sure that nothing ever
would.

   June was cynical and often seen as the most pessimistic person on her
squad.  The others had been adamant on going off to play hero, so she opted
to stay behind and guard their homestead.  That was normally where she
stayed since coming to Station Sigma.  She wasn't prone to be the one to
get killed for a cause that other squads nearer to the village could have
easily picked up.  If their skills were worth a damn.

   Even during the two months in which she was supposed to take her
vacation leave, June remained there, still working or training.  She hadn't
been to the city in almost a year and had no desire to do so.  So long as
she got her mail order book series and didn't have to do much more than put
down two or three dangerous incidents every couple of weeks, June was
content to stay right there.  The others may look at her as a recluse and a
shrew, but at least she didn't waste her time trying to be some useless
paragon of justice.

   They were little more than mercenaries and she wasn't afraid to say that
or act like it.

   The detective in her book tossed away his cigar and slammed the door on
his uncooperative witness just as the chapter came to a close.  With that,
she put the book down and walked over to the window to the western side of
the tower.  June looked through the binoculars and snorted.

   'Nothing out there, as usual,' she thought.

   She swept around the circular room at the top of the tower, looking out
at the acres upon acres of forest out there.  Then, against the gray
background that the mountains cast above the land, she saw it.  She saw
blue smoke rising above the trees.

   "Oh, shit," she muttered aloud.

   As quick as she could, June tore out of the tower, almost falling down
the stairs.  She quickly ran to the locker room and threw on the rest of
her uniform.  She strapped on her weapon holsters and body armor before
strapping on her boots.  The autumn uniform consisted of a heavy white coat
with fur along the collar, hood, and bottom edge.  The dull orange coverall
suit beneath was one-size-fits-all, so there was a host of straps and
velcro made to attach to equipment and to adjust size.  All of it was tight
on her body after she had cinched it tightly to her body, making it cling
to her perky bust and to her long legs.

   "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she kept repeating through the whole
process.

   If anyone died on her watch, she'd never hear the end of it.

   When she got to the armory cache just outside of the locker room, she
cursed at the top of her lungs.  The empty-headed sacks of manure that she
called her comrades had taken all of the firearms.  Every single musket,
rifle, and handgun was gone.  June sighed and snatched a bandolier of
throwing knives and a crossbow.  Armed and ready, she ran out into the
garage.

   Since the inconsiderate losers known as her teammates had taken the
truck with them as well, June was left with the solar-cycle they had for
emergencies.  It was simply a retrofitted chopper with a solar powered
engine.  The thing was tempermental half the time, but it would have to do
if she was going to keep her job.

   She ran by the front door of the garage, grabbed the keys hanging nearby
and smashed her palm on the "open" button.  While the creaky garage door
lifted, she jumped onto the cycle.  June twisted the key violently in the
ignition, starting it.  The fuel gauge was charged halfway, which was good
enough for her needs.  The thing roared to life and she sped out of the
station's gates.

   Six tense minutes of winding through hunting trails at as high a speed
as she could manage brought June out onto the paved road.  About another
mile or two down, the smoke was still going.  She only had another minute
at the most to reach them before the damned flare gave out and she was left
to guess their position.

   June gunned it down the road, not caring if the fuel cell ran out before
she got there.  She whipped carelessly around a bend further down the line
and saw the whole scene as clear as day.  There were four grungy men in all
among the bandits.  Three innocent people, two men and a woman, lay
bleeding on the ground.  June didn't recognize the style of their clothes,
all flowing robes and billowy breeches.  She did recognize the make of
carriage and the breed of two horses that the bandits were obviously trying
to steal from them.  Apparently these poor folk had come from the city and
been ambushed.

   She amped up the speed on her solar-cycle and abruptly went into a
wheelie.  The shocked bandits looked in her direction just as she was upon
her first target.  The speeding bike slammed into the first bandit standing
next to the carriage.  He flew ten feet backward from the impact and was
promptly run over by June when she slammed the front wheel back onto the
ground on top of him.  The sword in his hand flopped uselessly away as his
body went into spasms in an almost comical way.

   The other bandits came to their senses after the merciless killing of
their fellow criminal.  One of them whipped a handgun out of his pants and
started shooting in June's direction.  She jumped off of the cylce and
rolled along the ground for a few moments while it rode past.  The Outrider
whipped out her crossbow and aimed.  The bandit was still licking off
useless shots, trying to control the panicked horse he had the reins of in
his other hand.  June shot him in the chest with one bolt, spurting blood
into the eyes of the already bucking horse.  The animal went wild and
trampled the gunman as it ran away into the forest beyond the trail.

   One of the other bandits with a short sword ran up on June, yelling at
the top of his lungs.  The big man swung but missed when she stepped to the
side of his obvious attempt to cut her in half.  He swiped at her head and
missed when she rolled along the ground between his legs.  June regained
her footing and shot the poor bastard in the back with two more bolts from
her crossbow.  He staggered and hacked up blood thanks to his punctured
lung, but the bandit didn't fall.

   Pop!  Pop!  Pop!  Zwing!

   Three bullets hit the ground around June and one went by her head.  She
quickly ran up behind the bandit she had just shot and promptly snatched a
knife from her holster.  She stabbed through the man's hand reaching for
one of the bolts, holding it in place.  June tripped the groaning man onto
his side, trapping his sword arm beneath him.  She fell along with him,
using him as a human shield when his friend popped back from around the
carriage with a handgun.  He almost hit her when he fired two more times,
but only succeeded in shooting his prone friend in the abdomen.

   June fired back, pulling the trigger on her crossbow as many times as
she could before he jumped back into cover.  The bandit was hit square in
the jugular with one bolt and then again in the leg while bolts three and
four hit the side of carriage.  The blood-spurting bandit fell onto his
side clutching his neck, firing off more errant shots in his killer's
direction.

   June ducked down beneath her meat-shield as he took more bullets for
her. One whizzed over her head and an instant later an explosion echoed
from behind her.  June jumped up and looked back to find that her cycle's
fuel cell had been hit, setting off the chemicals inside that were charged
from the solar energy colector back at the station.  The whole thing went
up in a green blast of fire and blackened metal.

   "Goddammit," June swore.  "That's one thing coming out of my pay this
month..."

   Click!

   "Turrn the fuck around," a deep voice said from behind her.

   June did as she was told, recognizing the obvious sound of a safety
being clicked.  The door of the carriage was kicked open.  One more bandit
stepped out, a bearded scoundrel with a trucker cap on his head and a long
duster sweeping behind him to his knees.  In his clutches was a stout
looking woman in the same sort of flowing clothes that the others in her
party had worn.  A puffy white dress covered her from neck to ankle with
overly large billowy sleeves.  The gold and white headdress on her head
capped off her look of importance and nobility.  That was very offset by
the look of fear in her teary green eyes.  There was already a bruise on
the side of her face and her lip was bleeding.  June normally would have
done the same to the woman's attacker if she were closer, but that wasn't
going to happened apparently.

   The gun held to the side of her head changed the situation entirely.

   "Now drop the fucking weapon and turn around," the bandit demanded,
pointing at June with the gun and then quickly pointing it back at the
female hostage.

   "Fine.  Just don't hurt her," June calmly said.

   She dropped her crossbow onto the ground in front of her and started to
slowly turn around.

   June could hear the girl's dress ruffle and the sound of scuffling dirt.
The sound of muffled breathing made her roll her eyes.  The slow turn she
was still doing turned into a quick revolution as June swiftly turned back
in the bandit's direction.

   The bastard was aiming to shoot June in back.  His hand was around the
hostage's mouth, but she was struggling.  She was trying to make sure that
her only savior didn't get killed too.  That struggling woman now biting
the palm of his hand distracted the gunman long enough for June to get both
of her hands onto the knives in her bandolier.

   "Stop that, ya bit-gurk!"

   The bandit's last words were cut off when a knife suddenly seemed to
sprout out of his throat.  The hand around his captive's face went to his
neck.

   "Get away from him!" June yelled.

   The hostage ran right back into the open carriage door as the bandit
started shooting wildly in every direction.  June took a hit in the chest
and staggered back.  It felt painful, but the round hadn't gone though the
body armor under her coat.  She immediately counter-attacked with the
knives between her fingers.  All four of them sunk into the bandit's chest
and he fell back onto the ground in a twitching heap.

   June slowly stepped up next to him and knelt down.  With a bit of
viciousness on her part, she started to twist and then pull out each of her
knives, looking for any sort of reaction.  She wasn't going to let anyone
get back up and attack her.  Especially when she had no backup.

   June investigated the rest of the scene, making sure that her and the
hostage were the only survivors.  The other innocents were definitely dead.
They'd all been slashed or shot in ways that were ultimately fatal.  The
other bandits were all dead as well.

   When she was sure that there was no reprisal coming, June walked up to
the carriage door and knocked on the frame.  "Hello?  You alright in here?"

   The shivering thing curled up under the seat turned on her.  The
headdress had fallen off and the woman's face was actually easy to see. 
She was round in the face, seemingly a bit chubby.  Her hair was a dark
brown shade that shimmered in the dim sunlight that came from the overcast
sky shining through the window.  It hung down past her shoulders and curled
at the ends.

   June sighed.  "Well?  Come on.  We've gotta get out of here before
something or someone else worse comes.  All of that noise will have
attracted some unwanted attention."

   The girl stood up and practically leapt out of the carriage at June. 
The soldier almost reached for her knives when the former hostage reached
her arms out around her and crushed her in a desperate hug.  She just
started bawling, letting it all out onto June's shoulder.  There were tears
soaking into her uniform and some sobbing thing clutching onto her, but all
that June could think of was that it was time to go.  She'd seen the kind
of horrible crap that comes out of the forest when the smell of blood was
in the air and she didn't want to be there when something horrible came to
this scene of carnage.

   June separated herself from the crying wreck hugging her so fiercely. 
"Okay.  Okay...  calm down," she said in the nicest tone she could manage.
"Look.  I know you've been through a lot, but we've got to get out of here.
What's your name?"

   The girl sniffled and wiped her face with one oversized sleeve. 
"Shirley," she croaked.

   "Alright, Shirley.  Get anything you think you might need out of this
carriage and get ready to leave in two minutes.  Can you do that for me?"

   She nodded and turned to do what she had been told.

   June waited while Shirley was busy rummaging around in the carriage. 
The horses were both long gone.  If wolves didn't get them, creatures far
worse would.  She and Shirley would have to take the rest of the day to
walk back to Station Sigma.  Hopefully the girl could hack it.

   A telltale "umph!" announced her arrival outside of the carriage.  June
snorted when she caught a look at what she was trying to bring with her. 
She looked like a joke straining to carry the huge metal lined suitcase in
front of her.  Her face was scrunched up thanks to the effort of holding
her heavy load.  The headdress she wore was even wobbling along with her.

   "Okay, I don't know where you think you're going with that or how far
you think you'll get," June began, trying to hide her smirk.  "But I don't
really think that you understand the situation you're in.  What you might
need is something like special medicine you may have brought with you. 
Maybe one outfit and some extra socks.  You can't take everything with
you."

   June quickly grabbed one of the smaller bags in the carriage.  She
convinced Shirley to dump her important items like an ID, money, and some
of her clothes into it.  Once they were packed, they left.

   The going was quiet for a while.  There was no pursuit and Shirley
seemed to be holding up pretty well for someone who was the last living
soul to walk away from such a terrible ambush.  The road was clear of any
traffic in any direction that day.  June hoped that she could have given
her charge to someone else to take care of, but the ambush survivor's best
chance to go on living was with her.

   It was cool outside that day with the autumn breeze cutting through the
trees.  Aside from the sound of the whispering trees in the wind and the
birds, it was entirely silent.  Every now and then June looked over her
shoulder to make sure that the girl behind her was keeping up.

   She had just turned to look forward again when she heard a little squeak
from behind.  June looked back and Shirley immediately looked away toward
the trees.  "What is it?"

   A pink hue blossomed in Shirley's cheeks.  "Thank you," she said in a
tiny voice, apparently repeating herself.

   June shrugged.  "It was just my job.  Those guys would have gotten all
uppity and wild if I had left them alive.  You were just lucky they didn't
kill you like your friends."

   "You're right," Shirley said with a hint of sadness in her tone.

   'That ought to shut her up a bit.  I don't need her blubbering again,'
June thought.

   "But that doesn't mean I'm still not thankful.  You're a real hero for
doing what you did."

   'Or not...  Jeez, kid.  You'd think me not saying anything for the past
hour would tell you to shut the hell up.'

   "Is that the first time you've killed anyone like that?"

   "..."

   "Well, if it was you're very good at it.  I was close to wetting myself
when they killed the drivers.  I thought they would have raped me or
something before you came along."

   June sighed.  "Oh, come on.  They were just after your money."

   "You didn't see the look that smelly sicko had in his eye.  I swear he
was going to violate me.  He seemed so desperate; especially when he found
out we didn't have much money.  He went off the deep end and started raving
and screaming and--"

   The babbling went on and on.  It was like someone had turned a faucet on
full force.  'I can't stand this.'

   "We're not that far off from the station now.  You're going to have to
stay quiet until we get there."

   "What's out there?"

   "Trolls, wolves, orcs," was June's curt answer.  "The kinda stuff that
picks their teeth with the bones of noisy people."

   Shirley scratched her head.  "Trolls don't eat people all that much. 
And orcs only eat mens' hearts when there's game around.  Fiendlings aren't
all just roving monsters.  They're more like an offshoot of humans.  People
just don't know all that much about them."

   "Like I'd ever want to know anything about them," June muttered under
her breath.  "Aside from the best way to kill them."

   The woman behind her kept on rambling as though nothing were said
though. "It's all thanks to those parasites in their bodies.  If it weren't
for them, the world wouldn't be in nearly such a sorry state as it is."

   June raised and eyebrow and looked back.  "Wait.  What parasites?"

   Shirley shrugged.  "Savros parasites.  The nasty little worm things that
slip in under people's skin.  They're everywhere.  That's why fiendlings
pop up where no one has ever seen any of them before.  They've been found
in wells, animals, and food.  People start acting strange when those things
are inside them and animals actually change appearance.  The become big,
mean, and predatory.  They grow bone plates and horns."

   June shuddered at the thought.  "If these things are everywhere, then
why haven't I heard of them before?"

   "Because no one talks about it.  Only those in the know and people who
run the cities know about this kind of thing.  Most of it has lapsed into
urban legend and hearsay more than any kind of fact.  So anything you would
have heard from anyone else would probably have been false information. 
The rumors and legends get so vicious and distorted.  It's crazy."

   June looked at Shirley, peering at her sideways.  "Why do you know about
this?"

   Shirley chuckled nervously and blushed again.  "I'm a diplomat.  Our
country is way up on the eastern plateau.  It's much different there.  A
lot more cities and a lot less fiendling's about."

   'No wonder she can't shut up,' June thought, shrugging her shoulders. 
'She talks on and on for a living.'

   Another hour of walking found them back at Station Sigma.  The first
thing that June did when she arrived was to drag Shirley into the com room
with her and set up a call to the city that Shirley's carriage was headed
for.  They were all the way down in the valley to the south, which meant
that June's signal to them was almost too weak to carry.

   "Yes, your precious little foreigner is safe," June said into the
microphone while holding the headset up to her ear.  "Uh-huh...  yeah." She
looked over at Shirley sitting in the corner where she'd told her to be,
drinking her mug of coffee.  "Come on.  They want you to hear this too."

   Shirley walked up next to June and bent at the waist a bit to try to
hear the tiny voice coming out of the headset in her hands.  June sighed
and gripped the woman's shoulder, pulling her in a bit closer so that she
was sure that both of them would hear.  Shirley looked a bit unnerved at
being so close to her, but June didn't care.  The prissy little thing was
being skittish for no reason.

   "--cording to our estimates, we won't really be able to get anyone out
there to you for a while yet."

   An indignant frown crossed June's face.  "How long are we talking?"

   "A week at the least.  Ten days at the most."

   Shirley's eyes went wide with panic.  "W-what do you mean?!  I have work
to do.  I can't be here for that long."

   "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do.  With no vehicles left at Station
Sigma and so many of our other Outriders stretched so thin, this is the
earliest that we can possibly send anyone out who can also protect you. 
I'm sorry."

   "Dammit," June spat with her hand over the microphone.  "Copy that. 
We'll sit tight for the next week.  Our next check-in will be in three
days. Over and out."

   With that, June clicked off the radio equipment and forlornly sat back
in her chair.  A whole week, stuck there in the station with no way to get
rid of Shirley.  She was stuck with her.

   June looked over at the diplomat and sighed.  Then she shook her head
and looked away.  Shirley had opened the front of her outfit to cool off in
the confines of the stuffy com room.  Apparently her body matched the
chubby look of her face, with each of her huge breasts being almost as big
as her head under that robe she wore.  They hung down from her body in the
perfect teardrop shape, barely contained by the black bra underneath.  The
cleavage she was showing off was pretty deep.

   She normally wouldn't have cared what size the girl's udders were, but
for some reason, staring at the acres of bulging tit beside her made June's
heart flutter.

   'Maybe I have been out here too long,' June thought, unconsciously
scooting her chair a few inches away from Shirley.

   "Are you okay?"

   June shook for a second, startled by the question.  Shirley swept in
beside her and pressed her palm to the back of the soldier's forehead.  The
silky smooth feeling of her hand against her skin unnerved June a bit. 
Maybe it was because she hadn't touched another human being in months
unless it was to hurt them.  Her face was much too close for June's
comfort, with her plump pink lips much too close.

   A sweet smell assailed her and June couldn't stay in her seat.  She
jumped straight up, brushing her hand across those overgrown bosoms in the
process.  June walked over to the other side of the com room and picked up
the same cup of coffee that Shirley had just been drinking out of.  She
downed the warm drink in one gulp and kept her eyes closed.  The scent of
the strong instant coffee calmed her nerves while the caffeine allowed her
to focus again.

   "Okay, I'm fine," June began.  "I guess you'll be here at the station
with me for a while.  We'll find somewhere for you to sleep and see where
this takes us."

   June then noticed that she wasn't much better off than the diplomat was
as far as exposing herself.  She had thrown off her coat along with her
body armor and pretty much just completely unzipped the coveralls.  The top
half off the garment was around her waist with the sleeves tied there.  She
was left in a light sleeveless shirt underneath with no bra, which made it
easy to see that her own nipples were pretty hard.  June was even sweating
a bit.

   She shook her head, thinking, 'Dammit, we're both straight.  And I'm not
that damned lonely.'

   June walked her across the compound to the living quarters.  She decided
that it was better to have her close in case something happened.  The
higher-ups would come down hard on her if something snuck in and killed the
diplomat while she was too far away to notice.  So, despite June's
discomfort at the decision, Shirley had to sleep in the room across the
hall from hers.

   She helped the diplomat settle in and was about to leave when she turned
around to look at her again.  Shirley beamed this contented little smile at
her.  She was tired, a bit dirty, and had a bit of a nervous twitch.  Her
hair was mussed and her shoes were filthy from the long walk through the
wooded trail.  The strain of a day of near-death experiences and excitement
were easy to see wearing down upon her.  And through all of that, she still
looked a bit attractive.

   She looked beautiful.

   June straightened herself out and walked on over to her own room. 
Perhaps a few rounds with the phallic-shaped little friend in the chest at
the foot of her bed would do her some good.  That nagging warm little
tingle in her crotch was starting to get on her nerves.

   The first day was a pretty awkward experience.  June woke up early like
she always did, eating alone and getting ready to start the watch from the
tower again.  An hour later, she remembered that she had a guest in the
station to look after.  She awoke Shirley and told her to get ready to sit
with her in the tower after they had eaten.

   It took the girl an extra half-hour to wash and dress than June ever
did. And at breakfast she talked endlessly.  It was to the point that the
soldier couldn't get a word in edgewise.  Apparently Little Miss Diplomat
was a morning person.  The one-sided conversation was all about her home,
homesickness, how different things were in the country she had come to
visit, and finally what she thought of the station in detail.

   At least it wasn't boring.  All that June had before her visitor coming
there was a few other soldiers who weren't worth talking to and music she
had heard over and over and over again.

   The day went on as they sat in the tower keeping watch together.  At
least she made that easier.  Talking about the books that she had been
reading made June a little easier to get along with.  Talking about
something normal rather than the inane drivel allowed both of them to relax
around each other.  Shirley's nervous habit of being a blabbermouth started
to lessen as time went by.

   June's discomfort was still there however.  Rather than keep wearing the
loose and extra-poofy outfit from the day before, Shirley was wearing
something that the soldier thought was a bathrobe when she had helped her
pack it the day before.  It was like an undersized kimono that she couldn't
fold around her oversized chest.  The t-shirt underneath bulged out with
her breast flesh almost on display.  She was stuck with the same long skirt
and dingy shoes from the day before.

   June had to force herself not to stare at her tits when she was reading
one of her old books or at her ass when she got up to look out the window
on her side of the tower.  She rationalized her admittedly lesbian
tendencies as just a lust for any human contact.  Once Shirley was gone and
vacation time came by again, June vowed to go on into the city and get laid
as soon as possible.

   When the end of the day came at 11 PM, both of them had dinner and
separated for the night.  June retired to the tower for another two hours
of watching and Shirley went to bed.

   Three days into their cohabitation, a routine of sorts had come up. 
June would wake up early and make breakfast.  Shirley would get up a bit
late and they would eat together, which at this point consisted of more and
more normal banter at the table than the first day had.  They would then
make their way to the tower and sit around for hours watching the horizon
and trying to amuse themselves.  With a pack of cards and at least
twenty-six books and sleazy magazines taken from the other soldiers'
quarters, it wasn't that hard to find something to do or to talk about. 
After all of that, Shirley would usually go to bed after they had eaten
dinner.

   While she sat up there in the tower looking at the moonlit forest
outside, June would usually just sit there thinking.  She was normally
happy with being the lonely sentinel, with even the lonely part of the job
being welcome.  Now that she was starting to get used to Shirley, maybe
even starting to become fond of her, she wondered if she wasn't starting to
change a bit.

   During that bout of heavy thinking, June fell asleep.  When she woke up,
she was chilled to the bone.  The heater she normally kept on during the
day hadn't been on.  It normally kept her alert at night when she was a bit
colder, but right now that would get her sick if she didn't do something to
warm up before sleeping.

   Slowly, she padded down the stairs of the tower and made her way to the
bathroom at the end of the hall from her quarters.  Rather than use the
shower room, she figured that having a nice warm bath would be much more
relaxing.

   With a yawn, she shoved open the door to the bathroom.

   "AAAAAUUGGGHH!!!"

   June staggered back and fell on her ass.

   Shirley was sitting on the side of the tub, naked as the day she was
born.  As June had surmised, Shirley was thick with a bit of a tummy and
wide hips.  She had a wide padded ass that jiggled along with her nice fat
tits.  Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, her wide green eyes
twinkinling with tears that leaked down her cheeks.  Panic and urgency
etched themselves across her face.  She was every bit as beautiful as June
had(awkwardly) imagined.  What didn't match was the dick sticking out of
the top of her vagina where her clit was supposed to be.

   It was as almost as long as the girl's forearm was and almost as thick
as her wrist.  The phallus was twitching with veins pulsing all along its
length.  The head of it was bulbous, at about the size of a plum.  A line
of white fluid leaked from the tip of it and soundlessly fell to the floor
just next to Shirley's foot.  The weapon dwarfed the dainty hand that was
even now slowly working up and down the shaft.

   "Oh, dear Lord," June whispered.

   "Oh no," Shirley mouthed.

   All of June's training and conditioning left her.  She could fight off
an orc with naught but a rock.  She could tear a man apart with her bare
hands.  She could climb up the side of a mountain with no equipment and
even survive in the cold depths of the forest during the dead of winter
with little more than a knife and some flint to start a fire.  But all of
that boundless confidence and arrogance she normally carried with her fled
in the face of this inversion of nature before her.

   Someone who had obviously seemed a female in every respect had a huge
penis growing out of her(his?) body.

   Shirley jumped up from the tub and grabbed a towel from nearby.  June
scrambled away on her back, damn near crab walking away.

   "June, stop!  It's just me.  Let me explain!"

   June continued to crawl away until she was pressed with her back against
a wall.  "Get away!  Just get the fuck away from me!!"

   Shirley walked up with the towel in front of her, covering up her
nakedness.  "I'm so sorry I didn't say anything before."

   The confused June curled up into a ball and put her arms around her
face. "No.  No.  No.  No.  No.  Oh Lord...  I liked you."

   Shirley sighed as though she had seen it all before.  She knelt down and
stroked her hand through June's hair.  Even though she didn't want it to,
the soldier had to admit that it eased her nerves a bit.  "This is how I
am. How a lot of us are where I come from.  The Savros parasite alters
people's genes in the womb sometimes.  Sometimes you come out a fiendling.
And sometimes you come out like me." She made the breathless sound of one
of her own little laughs.  "A girl with something extra."

   June dared to look up at her.  Her heart was beginning to slow down. 
She wasn't hyperventilating anymore either.

   "It's just me, June.  Okay?"

   June took a deep breath and tried to relax.  "Okay.  I'm okay.  So, you
were--?" She let the question hang in the air while pointing at Shirley's
body.

   Shirley blushed, turning lobster red.  She cinched the towel up a bit
closer to her neck.  The solder took note of the fact that her...  erection
hadn't gone down.  "I thought you were asleep, so I decided to...  take
care of things.  Even if they're internal, blue balls can get very
unpleasant."

   "So you're attracted to me?" June asked in a tiny voice.

   Shirley looked away with a wry smile on her face.  "You're the one in
the tight jumpsuits wiggling her cute little toned butt around." June
looked appalled, shrinking back against the wall a little more than before.
"Heh...  I thought you swung both ways with the way your eyes have been
boring through my clothes.  I've got both sets of plumbing, so I have no
choice but to play for both teams.  I was wondering if you did too." She
looked back down at a cringing June with a smirk on her face.  "And calm
down.  I was jerking off, not planning to rape you."

   June looked down at the floor.  "So...  I guess raiding Vasquez's dirty
mags for laughs wasn't the best idea I've ever had, huh?"

   "Nope."

   Both of them sighed.  Now that it was out in the open and the factors of
embarrassment and horror were out of the way, they were left with a hallway
full of awkwardness.

   "Where I come from, we've got a little charm for situations like this,"
Shirley said.  "It could help us put this little bit of weirdness behind
us."

   June shrugged her shoulders.  "I'm game."

   "Okay.  I'm going to say one word.  And after that happens, we separate
and do whatever we want.  We act as though this never happened, alright?"

   June stood back up and straightened out her clothes.  "Alright."

   Shirley twirled her finger in a circle three times before pointing at
the both of them twice.  "Forgeticus."

   June giggled and then outright laughed.  It was so funny to her that it
damn well killed the awkward.  "Forgeticus...?  Hahahahahahahahaha!!"

   Shirley shrugged with a knowing smile on her face.  She then turned on
heel and went right back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

   "Right 'yawn' there's nothing to report," June said into the microphone.
"There hasn't been an incident since the last time I contacted you."

   "What about the representative?" asked the voice from the other end of
the line.

   "What about her?" June replied, scratching the back of her head.  "We
mostly keep to ourselves, We're getting along so far.  I'm just wondering
when you guys are coming here to pick her up."

   "We're still on the same timetable as before, trooper.  The earliest you
can expect a transport is six days from now.  I trust you can handle one
civvie until then."

   "Yeah.  Alright then.  I'll check in if anything happens."

   With that, June clicked off the radio.  She rubbed her bleary eyes and
rested her head on the table beside the microphone.  She was dead tired
after waking up again and again the night before.  After what had happened
in the hallway with Shirley, she could scarcely keep her mind off of what
she had seen.  She had dreams about it and woke up fondling herself for
hours.  June had fingered herself to weak orgasm after orgasm, but couldn't
get the image of that thick piece of fuckmeat between sweet Shirley's legs
out of her thoughts,

   She was losing her mind, especially now that she was going to have to
act like nothing had happened.  If she wanted to preserve her sanity and
her own heterosexual identity, she would have to hold to her frivolous
little agreement with the hermaphrodite.

   'Wait,' she thought, lifting up from the table.  'Does it count if she
has both?  Does that make me gay?  No.  She's just as much a man as a
woman, right...?  But I've never seen any man with tits that big.  Nice big
juicy tits with those rosy nipples I just wanna...' June caught herself and
began to wring her hands through her hair.  'Oh Lord, what the hell is
wrong with me?!  I'm trying to rationalize fantasizing about a girl with a
cock!'

   June kept agonizing over her night of self-abuse until a gurgling in the
pit of her stomach began bothering her.  It was breakfast time.

   "Oh, joy," June grumbled, letting her forehead bump into the tabletop.
"This day is gonna suck."

   'This definitively sucks hardcore,' June thought with a frown on her
face.

   She was seated at the breakfast table across from Shirley as usual.  And
as usual, she was talking up a storm.  The only problem was that she had
gotten into the closet of the room that she was sleeping in.  She had
ceased wearing the knee length skirt and her own clothes, preferring to
squeeze her voluptuous body into the scout uniform that was in her room. 
The green bodysuit was cut for a man, so it clung to her every curve.  The
zipper was only up halfway, and still the top around her tits was strained.
The way her body was outlined by every inch of the fabric, it was as though
she were wearing nothing at all.

   June made great strides not to stare at Shirley's big jiggling ass or at
the bulge between her legs.  But her trying wasn't really going so well. 
The soldier pretended to be interested in whatever she was talking about,
but only seemed to be staring ahead.

   'Good God, she's freakin' checking me out,' June thought.

   June took a swig of her coffee, keeping one eye on what her companion
did when she thought that she wasn't paying attention.  Shirley's eyes
darted around, obviously staring at her friend's chest and stomach.  Such a
thing should have made June uncomfortable.  It should have made her skin
crawl.  But all she could think of was how aroused it was making her.

   Shirley stabbed the last bit of eggs on her plate with a fork and popped
the morsel between her lips.  "Well, that was good," she said with a smile.
She blinked as if confused when she caught a good look at June.  "Are you
alright?"

   The soldier jumped and leaned back a bit.  "What?" she stammered.

   "Well, it's just that you're all red and sweaty."

   From across the table it was plain to see that June was a little bit
overheated.  All she had on was the orange sports bra she had worn to sleep
and a pair of oversized black sweat pants that she had casually thrown on
to go sit in the com room.  She hadn't really been thinking at all about
how she would look when she came to eat.  If any of the male Outriders were
there, she wouldn't have ever been dressed in something so skimpy.  As it
was, she was showing off her toned midriff and the crack of her ass was
showing whenever she stood up.  June felt her nipples harden, standing out
as points against her top, then her skin flushed an even deeper crimson
than before.

   "I-Im-I'm o-okay," she tried to say.  She then stood up from her
half-eaten breakfast.  "I'm just gonna go--go and-and...  get changed or
something."

   She sighed as she left the room, attempting to force her heart to stop
thudding so hard.  Her heartbeat slowed when she got halfway to her room,
but her pussy was soaking wet.  She leaned up against a wall and slipped
her hand into her panties to rub her clit a few times.  If only just to
take the edge off a little bit.

   Then it struck her like a bolt of lightning.

   'That bitch is trying to get to me,' she thought.  'She just wants me to
lose my head so she can pounce when she catches me playing with myself. 
Well, I can mess with her mind just as badly as she can mess with mine.'

   When June came up to the tower, Shirley was there already.  The girl
barely looked up from reading her book when her companion sat down.  A few
minutes later when she decided to look out the window of her side of the
tower, her eyes grew wide with surprise.  June was almost unreconizable. 
She'd pinned back her hair away from her face into a ponytail that spiked
up.  She was wearing lip gloss and her skin seemed a lot lighter than
before.

   'Makeup?' Shirley thought.  'Is she wearing makeup?'

   She'd kept the on the sports bra beneath her open shirt, showing off her
bust more than anything else.  Shirley's eyes were caught on her
still-erect nipples outlined by her top, then flashed down to her long
legs. She was wearing the shortest pair of shorts that Shirley had ever
seen.  June's smooth muscular legs seemed to go on forever.  She uncrossed
her legs and then crossed them again, giving an eyeful of perfect camel toe
between her legs to Shirley.

   'Is she even wearing underwear?' came the errant amorous thought before
Shirley could strike it down.

   From the moment her victim noticed how she looked, June kept up her
little game.  She purposefully dropped things whenever she got up, only to
bend over and show off her ass to Shirley.  June licked her lips a whole
lot more than was necessary and smiled more than she thought she ever had
before.  She showed off her body in every way she could possibly think of,
feeling the hermaphrodite's horny little glare on her the whole time.

   It energized her.  Made her feel daring and powerful to know that she
had so much power over her companion.  She stole glances at her
increasingly nervous friend and saw the brunette pressing her thighs
together.  Her face seemed to have that cute little blush burned in.  And
through it all, she took it in stride, trying to keep a face of normalcy on
the whole time.  The thought that Shirley wanted her so badly and couldn't
really do a thing to alleviate any sort of arousal she was kindling in that
lustful body of hers made June incredibly hot.

   When the night came, they both ate dinner and Shirley excused herself,
saying that she wanted to turn in early.  June stayed there in the kitchen
area for a while, just waiting for about fifteen minutes.  When she was
sure that enough time had passed, she walked out of the room through the
hallways.  With every step she took, her heart beat harder and her cunt
grew wetter than before.  She had to know that she had done exactly what
she set out to do.

   She quietly made her way up to the private bathroom again and pressed
her ear to the door.  There was huffing and puffing coming from the other
side.  Little mewls of pleasure echoed through the metal door that sent
shivers of delight up June's spine.

   She was sure that Shirley was in there furiously beating off.  June knew
that it was all because of her and it made her feel so warm inside.

   An idea barged all others out of the way.  A strange feeling of
compassion swept over the soldier and her shoulders slumped.

   She had pushed the girl all day and not even been called on it.  June
had sat there in the tower with her in that slutty getup of hers and
Shirley had just taken it.  No complaining.  No whining.  Not even a little
bit of consternation.  She was so horny and then was driven to only having
her lonely hand to help.

   It wasn't fair and June knew it.  Especially when she could do something
to help.

   June sighed, making her guilty decision.

   She knocked soflty on the door.  "Shirley, can you come to the door?"

   A little squeak and a bit of shuffling followed her request.  "One
second," her strained voice panted.

   June frowned and began to tap her finger on the door in impatience.  "I
know what you're doing, and that I shouldn't disturb you, but I need you to
come to the door right now."

   Shirley groaned pitifully and shuffling was heard again.  With a click,
the door opened and she was staring back at her blonde friend.  Shirley was
tomato red and sweating as though she had run a marathon.  The towel
wrapped around her body was tented out around her crotch by an obviously
painful erection.

   "What is it?" Shirley all but whined.

   June quickly opened the door and snatched away the girl's towel.  The
hermaphrodite squealed in embarrassment and surprise as June clicked off
the bathroom lights.  She stepped up close to her friend and gripped her
penis in her right hand.  Thanks to the murk of the bathroom, she couldn't
see her face, but she could feel her shaking.  Her firm grasp on the
tumescent prick in her fist softened and she began to pet and caress it
like one would a favored pet.  Shirley stood up on her tip toes and moaned.

   "This is my fault, huh?" June asked.  "Getting you so hot and bothered
that I drove you to this."

   Shirley couldn't answer.  The soft feel of June's fingers teasing her
cock was only making her respond in cute little trills.

   "I'm going to help you out this one time.  Because what I did today
wasn't right.  It's only fair."

   June bit her lip and started slowly stroking Shirley's throbbing cock.
Her panting got noticably harder and she began to sweat.  June tightened
her grip, her fingers pinching the tube on the underside of her dick.  She
slid her hand up all the way to the head with her finger along that tube,
making a good amount of clear precum drip out of the slit at end of her
prick.  When she started buffing the head of her cock with this ample
amount of lube, Shirley's legs went rubbery.

   June smiled when her friend quickly grabbed her shoulder in a shuddering
grip.  "Am I doing a good job?"

   "Ugh!  Y-Ahhh!  Oh, God!" was Shirley's gasped response.

   'I guess so,' June thought.

   June used the palm of her hand to massage the head of her friend's
prick, rubbing her hand in circles over and over again.  Shirley pressed
her dick into June's hand.  She could feel every bump, fold, and calloused
inch rubbing against her cockhead and it all felt heavenly.

   June grabbed hold of her shivering friend's cock and started jacking it
with her free hand.  Stroking it up and down while she buffed the head of
her throbbing prick with her other hand.  Shirley moaned and cried out from
the dual sensation.  She started to rock on her heels, slowly humping with
June's deliberate rhythm.

   Then all of a sudden she stopped jerking her off.  Shirley was about to
ask why when something wet, warm, and quick started sliding up and down the
shaft of her dick.  She looked down to find June lathing the underside of
her tongue all over every surface of her prick.  From on top of the head
and then tracing a slippery trail down to the base, then back up to the
underside.  She made three circuits and then pursed her lips at the end of
the twitching cock, kissing the slit lightly.  Shirley was on her tiptoes
with her hammering heart vibrating her entire frame.

   Every inch of her being taut with anticipation.

   The glint in the blonde's eye gave it away when June suddenly dove down,
engulfing the herm girl's cock in one plunge.  Shirley cried out, reveling
in the pleasure.  The blonde sucked like a woman possessed, slurping and
licking over every inch of her friend's straining cock.  The herm girl bent
forward a bit at the waist.  She was completely on her toes, almost pitched
forward while June continued to bob her head up and down on her throbbing
prick.

   "AAAUGHH!!"

   Suddenly, June took the member in her mouth deeper than before.  The
head slipped along the back of her mouth down into the tightness of her
throat.  It took some considerable effort and quite a few choking sounds
for the blonde to deepthroat her friend.  Shirley's knees started to shake
and she was moaning even louder than before.

   "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God!!!" she blubbered between screams. 
Obviously Shirley was nearing the end of her rope.

   June began lunging back and forth on the end of Shirley's dick, lapping
up the salty taste of pre-cum.  She made as many nasty slurping noises as
possible and commenced jacking the length of cock that wasn't in her mouth.

   Shirley cried out with one last warbling scream and thrust her cock
between the blonde's tight sucking lips as fast as she could.  She
frantically kept facefucking June while blast after blast of thick white
cum came pouring out of her.  The amount became too much to keep in her
mouth, so it began to spill and trickle out of June's lips, becoming a
sticky white torrent that spilled down into her cleavage to stain her bra
and shirt.  The taste was strong, gamey, and salty all at once.  Her seed
was thicker than many of the guys that June had sucked off in the past.  It
was hard to keep up with and swallow every gush of cum.

   When her explosive orgasm was over and all of the shaking in her body
had stopped, Shirley stepped back and fell to her knees.  Her eyes were
wide open, unseeing, and she was panting hard.

   'Must have been a good one,' June thought.

   The blonde pressed the back of her hand against her friend's cheek. 
"Hey," she tried to say with a mouth half full of cum.

   A wicked smile suddenly appeared on June's white streaked face.  She
leaned in quickly and full-on kissed her friend.  Her tongue danced back
and forth, exploring every inch of Shirley's mouth.  A surprised word was
muffled by the herm before she snorted a bit and leaned into it.  June's
kiss became deeper, sending tingles up and down Shirley's spine.  June's
tongue coiled and caressed her own while traces of her own wad of cum
washed back and forth over their taste buds.

   'Incredible,' was the echoing thought radiating through her
cotton-filled head.

   When neither of them could take the burning in their lungs a moment
longer they backed off and took a breath.  Strings of spittle and sticky
cum still connected them.  June looked into her friend's eyes and couldn't
care less whether the hell she was a girl or not.  There was a long, hard
piece of cockmeat pressed up against her and it was fine with her if it was
attached to such a beautiful creature.

   Shirley lunged forward and went for another kiss.  She just bumped noses
at first, then sucked on her bottom lip before starting up with another
deep tongue twisting, toe curling kiss.

   June grabbed at her friend's body, her hands roaming all over her warm
smooth skin.  Every taste, every smell, every feeling just made her hungry
for more.

   'Ooh, her breasts.' She flicks one of her nipples while squeezing the
opposite mound of soft titflesh between her fingers.  'Her ass.' Cupping
both globes of her jiggling backside and then running her fingertips over
the lips of her pussy a little further down.  'My Lord, her tongue...'

   The both of them continued writhing around on the floor of the bathroom,
groping every inch of skin on one another in a frenzied haze of lust. 
Shirley broke her lip lock and started trailing her lips and tongue over
the blonde's neck and chest, licking up the trails of cum.  June shivered
and stroked her hair.  She was slurping up the streams of cum running down
her cleavage, nibbling her skin along the way.  When the busty herm caught
her painfully erect nipple in between her teeth and started flicking her
tongue over the sensitive bit of cloth covered flesh, June was sure her
head would pop off.  She cradled her friends head and pulled her into her
chest, urging her to keep going.

   'If it feels this good with the damned bra on...  What the hell, you've
gone this far already,' her fevered mind cried.

   With a bit of effort, June pulled off Shirley from suckling her tit and
started clawing at her shirt and bra.  She fumbled at first, but then was
slowed down when she felt the herm girl's fingers slip into her shorts. 
Her pussy was soaking and had saturated her panties and the crotch of her
shorts in her own juices.  June moaned louder than before and shucked
herself out of her top.  One fingertip traced lazy little circles over her
clit, shooting lightning bolts of pleasure throughout her body.

   Shirley looked down at the girl beneath her and smiled wide.  She was
panting hard and sweating, her tits jiggling on her heaving chest, and her
legs were wide open.  Shirley slipped one of her fingers into her tight
pussy and she felt the muscles inside caress and squeeze on her invading
digit.

   June arced her back and grabbed hold of the herm's arm.  "Aah!!  Ooohh!"

   'She sings beautifully,' Shirley thought, fingering the blonde faster
and faster while using her thumb to tease her clit.  'I can barely contain
myself.'

   It felt so damned wonderful.  Apparently, it didn't matter what team
Shirley played for, she was an all-star when it came to this.  No one had
touched her in so long and this busty goddess knew every spot she was most
sensitive.  She knew just the rhythm June needed to keep going along on the
path to a glorious cum, but made sure she wouldn't peak too soon.  She
tickled and twisted her fingers against just the right spots in her
clutching womanhood, making her hump and twitch in every possible
direction.

   "Aaahhhh!!" Suddenly, Shirley had to stop with her slick hand right up
against the mound of June's pussy.  The blonde's hands gripped the
thickness of her cock, stroking it as eagerly as before.

   She looked the soldier in the face and shuddered.  Her eyes were glazed
over and she was red as a beet.  June licked her lips lasciviously and
sneered like a wolf, baring her teeth.  It was a look of obvious hunger. 
Obvious lust that made Shirley almost jizz herself on the spot.

   "Let's do it, you sexy bitch," were the breathless words that came out
of June's mouth.

   Scrambling quickly, the both of them started grabbing at June's shorts
and soaked underwear.  Her undies were left dangling from one leg and her
shorts thrown onto the floor out of sight.

   Shirley settled on top of her, fitting the head of her dick between the
lips of June's pussy.  She slipped the bulbous tip over her clit and lips a
few times, making things more slick with each pass.  Then she pressed
forward.  June grabbed hold of Shirley's huge tits, gripping the pliant
mountains in her fingers.  The sensation of popping herself into warm
softness made Shirley groan and roll her eyes into the back of her head.

   She was so tight and hot inside, but the herm continued to thrust
herself deeper and deeper.  To June, it felt as though a baseball bat were
stretching her open down there.  It wasn't so much pain as just pressure.
The slick wetness of her arousal from being so masterfully fingered before
made the first bit of penetration so much more pleasant for both of them.
Shirley sheathed herself fully in her friend's quim, the head of her prick
pressed up against her cervix.  She waited, trying hard to hold herself
back from moving at all while her squirming mate's pussy stroked and
fluttered around her rock-hard dick.

   When their bellies touched and June was starting to hump her hips up and
down beneath her, that's when Shirley pulled back, withdrawing her cock
until on the head was seated between the lips of June's cunt.  Then she
plowed back in with all of her strength, She planted her hands on either
side of the blonde's body and started jack hammering her pussy with quick
strokes.  Beneath her, June gyrated, squealing and moaning in pleasure.

   "So big...  Agh!  Gonna...  Gon'-- Oh God!  Ooooohhh!!!" June went into
spasms, burying her face in the jiggling tits of the herm riding her.  She
came hard, her mind blanking out in a white haze.

   When she came back down, the thrusting had increased in pitch.  Shirley
was groaning as if in pain, but there was a massive satisfied smile on her
beautiful face while she just kept fucking away at the sopping pussy of her
friend.  The rhythmic slap of fucking increased in speed and intensity as
both of them fucked the other mercilessly.  Every thrust forward, June
would jerk her hips in a certain angle, humping so that she could feel that
glorious cock stab into the folds of her sensitive hole in a different
angle each time.  To Shirley, it felt like she was giving her a blowjob
with her pussy.  She continued to slam herself into the squelching slot
between the blonde's legs over and over again, reveling in finally being
able to do this again after so long.

   "Ah!  Ah...  Again?!" Shirley shouted, trying hard not to spurt when
June scissored her legs around her wide hips and came again.  The sucking,
fluttering muscles of her pussy pushed her closer and closer to blasting
off another flood of hot seed.  She breathed deep through her nose and
tried to keep herself from moving while pressed up against the mouth of the
soldier's womb.

   June's awareness came back and she started humping herself in circles.
Fucking Shirley more than the herm was fucking her.  She took one of her
rosy nipples in her mouth and lightly began to nibble and suck on the
nubbin.  Shirley cried out and began to instinctively move her hips in an
erratic rhythm.  With June suckling first one tit and then the other again
and again while wringing her cock with her velvety hot cunt, the herm knew
she wasn't going to last long.

   June nuzzled the herm girl's neck and started licking and kissing her
just under her ear.  "Cum for me," she whispered.  "It's jerking around--
Aaahh!  -- inside me.  Your big cock.  I can fee-- Eeeeiiee!!  Feel it! 
Cum inside my pussy!!"

   Shirley hunched further upon her friend, burying her bloated cock inside
as deep as she could over and over again.  Her fucking lost all finesse and
caring, replaced with the frenzied thrusting and coarse groping of an
animal.  June sailed from orgasm to orgasm, cumming uncontrollably around
the herm girl's plundering cock.

   Then Shirley came, blasting volley after huge volley of hot sticky cum
deep in June's sucking cunt.  Through it all, the two of them writhed
around screaming and cursing at the top of their lungs.  Gush after gush of
thick jizz filled up the blonde's cunt and spilled out around the girth of
Shirley's thick cock.

   "Oh God, there's so much," June gasped breathlessly.  "Keep cumming!! 
Fill up my nasty little pussy!!  Oh, fuck!!"

   June continued to wiggle her hips around, swirling her pussy around the
fulfilling stiffness of her mate's dick.  Her internal muscles kept on
sucking the rest of the load of cum from Shirley's body.

   "So good, I love it..." Shirley kept repeating over and over again,
slumped on top of June's cradling form.

   --

   June sat at the breakfast table in an oversized shirt the next morning.
She had been there since she got up earlier at sunrise.  There was nothing
in the microwave or the stove.  There wasn't even a bowl of cereal out. 
She didn't know if she was hungry.  She didn't know if she was angry at
herself.  She didn't know if she was guilty.

   'Hell, I don't even know if I'm straight or what anymore,' she thought
sarcastically.

   She laid her head down on the table and groaned miserably.

   After laying in a pool of their own collective stewing juices for a
while, Shirley got up and filled up the tub.  The both of them had taken a
bath.  They washed each other and even went out of their way to clean up
the floor afterward.  Then they both went to bed.

   All of this done without even saying a word.

   A screech of metal sounded across the floor and Shirley pulled up a
chair on the same side of the table as June was sitting on.  She was
wearing that robe again with nothing on beneath but her bra.  She looked
over at June and then looked away when their eyes met, blushing with a
pouty look on her face.

   "Look, about last night," Shirley began.  "I wanted to say--"

   "It's alright," June quickly interrupted, holding her hands up.  "We
both apparently needed it.  No har--"

   "I know, it's just that we shoul-"

   June suddenly jumped up and went over to the refrigerator.  "I should
get breakfast started.  Being up so late, doing...that.  We need to
recharge.  Right?"

   Suddenly she felt Shirley hugging her tightly from behind.  Her tits
pressed up against her back and her arms tightly grasping around her waist
and chest.  The same scene from the carriage a few days before repeating
itself again.

   "You may have saved me because it was your job, but I'm sure what
happened last night wasn't just something that your duty or your job
required you to do," Shirley said from over her shoulder.  "You could have
left me to be by myself down here while you go up in that lonely tower
every day, but you didn't.  You kept me with you, you helped keep me sane
and calm after all the friends I have here were killed.  It may just be
loneliness taking its toll, but I don't care.  We can do anything you want
to, June.  So long as you don't leave me all alone like the others did."

   June turned pulled the clinging arms from around her body and slammed
the fridge door shut.  She frowned, looking Shirley up and down.  With a
sigh, the soldier made her decision on what to do next.

   She grabbed a hold of the herm girl from the back and crushed her close
to her own body, practically sucking the life out of her with the kiss she
laid on her.  June didn't care why or who did it at this moment, but she
needed a fuck bad.  The floodgates had been opened up and she couldn't
fight it anymore.  Especially after Shirley told her she could do whatever
she wanted with that magnificent piece of manmeat she had hardening in her
robes.

   June fondled Shirley's impressive breasts and ass, she kept on rubbing
her cock through her robes all over the mound of her pussy throughout their
little make out session.  From the moans and the trilling noises that
vibrated her tongue, apparently her little companion liked it.  She slipped
her hand down the front of her robes and undid them, letting the sash fall
free to the floor at their feet.

   'Hell of a morning for you to go commando,' June thought, jerking on the
herm girl's naked cock.

   When she felt her cock start throbbing and the slimy wetness of precum
sliding in between her dexterous fingers, June backed off.  Shirley was
obviously confused, but horribly turned on.  Her nipples were hard and she
was panting hard like she'd run a marathon.  She was ready to go and her
lover had simply stopped.

   June broke out in a shit-eating grin and sashayed herself over to the
breakfast table.  She bent herself over the edge of the table with her ass
sticking out from under her shirt.  The blonde bit her lip and moved the
wet crotch of her pink panties aside to show off her drooling cunt.  She
wiggled her hips from side to side in obvious invitation.

   "Well?" June purred.  "If you want it, come and get it."

   Shirley practically tripped over herself rushing up behind her.  She
took a hold herself and tried to fit her cock into the entrance to June's
pussy.  The blonde giggled and wriggled around a bit, making the herm miss
and slip off of her clit instead of spearing into her body.  She kept doing
this over and over again.

   "Juunne!" She practically whined with tears in her eyes.

   "Well, what do you want?" the blonde asked, looking over her shoulder
with a mischievous look in her eyes.  "What do you wanna do to me with that
big horse's dick of yours."

   "You knoooowww!!" Shirley whined, trying to penetrate and being foiled
again.

   June chuckled, getting off on this immensely.  "No I don't, so you have
to tell me.  What do you want to do to me with that veiny thick girl-weinie
of yours?"

   "Ugh!  Iwannafuckyou!!"

   June slipped back, trapping her lover's cock between her thighs.  She
ground her clit back and forth on it, moaning like a whore.  "Mmmm...  what
was that.  I think I'm hard of hearing.  Say it again so I can understand
it."

   Shirley's cock was so hard that it hurt.  She could feel June rubbing
herself on top of it, squeezing it with the muscles in her thighs.  'Oh
dear Lord, it's so wet.  She's jerking me off between her legs.  I can't
take it anymore!'

   "I want...  I want...  I wanna fuck you.  I wanna take my cock and shove
it deep inside you and cum until you burst!!  I WANT TO FUCK YOU WITH MY
COCK!!"

   June laughed and then propped herself back into the right position. 
"Then fuck me."

   Shirley immediately fit the head of her dick between the lips of the
blonde's cunt, shivering with lust at the sensation of slick wetness on the
tip.  She felt the sudden tightness and then her cock popped into warm
softness.  She jabbed with her hips again and again, burying herself almost
to the root in her lover's body.  Both of them lay there for a moment, then
Shirley started easing in and out.

   "So full..." June whimpered, feeling her pussy stretch around the hot
thick piece of fuckmeat inside of her.

   She started with a slow rhythm, fucking June gently.  It felt amazingly
good in her wet velvety pussy.  But that wasn't scratching that nasty
little itch deep in her blonde friend's belly.  With a feral snarl, June
started gyrating and humping back, skewering her cunt on the hard throbbing
cock embedded inside of her.

   Shirley grabbed onto the blonde's tits to hang on, feeling as though she
were being raped from beneath.  The hungry suction of June's cunt churning
and sliding up and down the shaft of her long cock almost made her spurt
right on the spot.  The realization came to her in seconds.

   "Aaaaahhhhh!!!" Shirley screamed and started banging the wet warm hole
around her cock harder and faster than before.

   June calmed down a bit, rolling her hips with every thrust, taking it
deeper than before with every sluicing plunge of the herm's dick. 
Apparently, she didn't want any kind of tender lovemaking.  The blonde
soldier wanted to be fucked like an animal on the breakfast table.

   'I'd better give her what she wants then,' Shirley thought with a smile
creeping across her face.  'I'll fuck her so hard, she won't be able to
think straight.'

   Shirley started thrusting harder and harder, corkscrewing herself in
every direction in different angles in the slurping tightness of her
friend's pussy.  June squealed and moaned in pleasure at this new act.  Her
mind blanked out and the muscles in her cunt started fluttering around her
lover's thrusting dick when she came.

   "Fuck!!  Augh!!  Cu-Ooooh!!' June sputtered in the grip of ecstasy.  "Do
it again!!!  Make me cum!!"

   Shirley couldn't hold out much longer after that.  She gave up trying to
hold herself back and just started slamming her cock into her lover as hard
and as fast as she could.  The slurping of pussy sucking around her cock,
slapping of flesh on flesh, and orgasmic screaming grew to higher levels.
The herm's motions became almost a blur as she hunched over June's back,
fucking her with every ounce of strength in her jiggling body.  And all the
while, June came again and again.

   June felt Shirley's tits pressing into her back, her hard nipples
feeling like two burning points against her sweaty trembling skin.  Her own
nipples were being twisted in the most delightful way by her lover's quick
fingers.  Shirley started up a rough milking motion on her friend's smaller
breasts and felt the girl under her tremble, cumming hard again.

   That bucking throb started in time with Shirley's thudding heartbeat. 
June started fucking back, jamming her cunt down to the base of the herm
girl's dick over and over.

   Shirley kept on banging away, feeling the ache in her cock grow along
with the urgency to blow her load.  "I--Aaahhh!!  I can--Oh, Lord!!  My
cock feels so good!!  Aaah!!  June, we-- Oooohhhh!!!"

   The herm gave up trying to talk, devolving into groaning and screaming
as she practically raped June.  She rammed harder and harder, feeling the
head of her dick smash into June's cervix at the end of each desperate
plunge.  She hugged June close to her own body with a desperate hold on her
shoulder from around the blonde's chest and then maneuvered her other hand
down between her legs.  Just above where her thick tumescent prick was
plundering June's tight wet hole, Shirley traced her quivering hand down
between her mate's quivering thighs.  Her fingers trembled and twitched
before finding her erect clit.  She began rubbing the sensitive little
button between her fingers, loving the sensation of June's hungry pussy
going into spasms around her throbbing dick.

   "What are you--Ooooohhhhh!!  Too much!!" June squealed, completely
helpless and limp in Shirley's grip. 
"Gonnacum!Gonnacum!Gonnacum!Gonnacum!Gonnacum!Gonnacum!Gonnacum!  I... 
CUMMING!!!"

   Juices squirted out around Shirley's cock as June had the hardest orgasm
she'd ever experienced.  Shirley herself cried out, roaring at the top of
her lungs as she began spurting burst after hot slimy burst of thick cum
into June.  Streams of white goo started spurting out around the tight seal
the lips of June's pussy made around Shirley's shooting prick.

   The blonde whimpered, thrashing her hands around blindly.  The heat
inside of her pooled, growing hotter and hotter as the fresh blasts of cum
kept rushing into her womb.  Rich trails of thick spooge traveled down her
legs, making pools around her clenching feet.  She could feel the slimy
mess between her toes and it only made her clench her cunt tighter around
her lover's cock.

   Normally, she would have thought all of this were some kind of
disturbing fantasy.  Not even in her most desperate and lustful experiences
had June acted this way.  She didn't usually play the agressor.  She didn't
tease guys before.  She normally didn't talk or fuck like a whore with
someone she had only known for a week.

   The two of them finally separated, Shirley's half-hard dick sliding out
with a nasty slurping sound from June's saturated pussy.  A torrent of
mixed cum and girl juice sloshed out behind when she pulled her cock out.
June looked back at the herm girl and felt a warmth bloom inside.  Damn, if
that impish little smile didn't make her heart flutter.  Shirley seemed so
grateful and happy.  She was plastered with sweat, looking bedraggled and a
little worn out, but the herm girl was still so cheerful.

   June stood up from the table and slipped her panties back into place,
though they weren't doing much to soak up the mass of cum still belching
out from between her legs.  She sighed contentedly and stepped back over to
the fridge.

   "So," she said, looking back over at Shirley," How does French toast
sound?"

   --

   The next day went as normal after that.  Though June did act a little
friendlier than usual, staying closer to her than normal, Shirley wasn't
exactly complaining about it.  The two of them only did a half day in the
tower lookout position and then June disappeared somewhere else in the
Outrider station.  Shirley felt a little dejected, but decided to simply
accept it.  They weren't exactly joined at the hip.  Everyone needed some
time alone.

   She ate dinner alone later that night and then went to sleep.

   As usual, Shirley's preoccupation with thinking about the issues at home
or the work she had to do in the country she was in now would cloud her
last waking thoughts.  This often led to very vivid and very disturbing
dreams.  Being able to start wars or cost vast amount of capital or
resources with but a few well(or ill)-placed words is quite a bit of
responsibility.  So much so that she second-guessed quite a few of her
actions and words while on the job.  It wasn't necessarily a lack of
confidence as much as excessive worry.  Seeing as her home is a bit more...
accepting of those that would seem strange or even dangerous to the morals
of society, it wasn't hard for others to see them as just a nest of
monsters ready to descend upon all their neighbors.  Such prejudice is easy
to stir up and hard to overcome.

   She could already see it now, standing alone at a podium with every eye
in the house upon her.  Cameras going off and microphones laid out in front
of her.  Standing before a crowd of the press and every important face in
the country, trying to peacefully explain the situation and implore that
they use reason rather than violence to solve territory issues with the
less-human looking denizens of her countrymen.

   For once, no one stopped her by asking stupid questions or trying to
justify hasty kneejerk actions with quick answers that would keep the
public on their side.  She seemed to be getting through to them.

   That�fs about when she felt something squirming underneath her robes. 
She tried to pay it no mind and continue talking.  The feeling of something
wet trailing along the inside of her thigh made Shirley suddenly jump.  Her
voice went shrill when she felt soft touches all over her legs and stomach.
She grasped the sides of the podium, struggling to speak while she was
obviously being pleasured under her clothes.  She could have kept going
despite the fact that there was a tent in her robes and the warm wetness
between her legs was begging for attention.  No one else seemed to pay it
any mind that she was shaking and sweating and panting, just looking ahead
expectantly at her.  She picked up the cup of water set in front of her to
try and cool off.  It just about reached her lips when she felt someone
obviously kissing her pussy.

   The glass fell to the floor forgotten out of her limp fingers.  The
world blurred when someone began to suck and nibble on her throbbing clit.
The feeling jetted up her spine and took hold of her entire body.  It felt
so good when that tongue came back, tracing a lazy path all over the lips
of her cunt.  Then she felt warm breath blowing over her clit, teasing her,
stoking the warmth in her belly hotter than before.  She cried out loud,
screaming her bliss at the top of her lungs.

   Her knuckles were white with the tight grip Shirley had on the podium.
She leaned into it, letting that glorious tongue thrusting in and out of
her snatch lift her higher and higher toward climax.  Her head was laid
down flat along her cheek.  The shakes came more and more now that the
chaste little peck from before had become an outright storm of tongue
lashing and clit suckling.

   Shirley felt hands grasp the voluptuous globes of her ass and pull her
in.  The tongue was flicking wildly around and around.  The spot inside of
her that made her toes curl when stroked was being continuously being
stimulated.  None of the reporters seemed to notice the nasty slurping
noises or care that the foreign representative was obviously on stage
locked in multiple orgasms.  The other politicians watching from their
seats just nodded as if agreeing with something that made absolute sense.

   She stood there trembling as this lapping at the folds of her pussy
rocked her from one cum to the next.  Shirley groaned as though she were in
pain when the feeling of something much bigger began to build up.  It was
stronger than all the other orgasms before put together.  The very feeling
of it coming made her whole body go rigid.  With her back arched, her toes
twitching, and her breath coming in hot puffs, her entire being stood on
the very edge.

   Shirley's whole world collapsed when she felt a warm wet mouth engulf
her rock hard dick and fingers plunged deep into her pussy.  The skillful
sucking on her cock and the thrusting fingers in her sopping cunt set the
herm girl off like a load of dynamite.  She well and truly exploded from
both ends, squirting from her cunt and shooting gobs of cum from her
throbbing prick at the same time.  The entire auditorium burst out in
applause as Shirley felt herself tilting backward.

   The falling sensation continued until everything went dark...

   "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon..."

   The voice was familiar.  As was the feeling of the hands massaging her
tits.  She felt a little scraping from the cut on the index finger when
that familiar person tweaked her nipples.  Shirley felt a hand still slimy
with her own girl juice grasp her prick, aiming it in a certain direction.
Wet silken heat surrounded her cock and the herm's eyes flew wide open.

   "Ooohhh!!!"

   The sweaty face in front of her smiled.  "I guess you couldn't sleep
through me doing that, huh?"

   "Wha-?  I-- you- oh fuck!!!" Shirley stammered.  She could barely string
a sentence together thanks to her groggy confusion and the feeling of June
slowly riding her cock rocking her barely awake body.

   "Mmmmm," June moaned, contentedly.  She started rising and falling,
humping her ass in circles.  Her cunt sucked voraciously on the herm's
dick. "I 'hah' had to...  'goddamn' think about something earlier." She
bent down and began to suck on Shirley's earlobe while stiill mauling the
plump girl's big soft tits.  "I...Ooooh!!  I don't 'hah' care if you're a
girl 'ugh' or what!!  We both need this!"

   Shirley had to wholeheartedly agree."Yes!  Nnng!!  Fuck!!!  AAAAHHH!!!"
was her articulate response.

   She grabbed ahold of June's hips and started to thrust herself upward,
impaling her lover on her turgid cock.  The blonde kept wiggling and
humping as fast as she could.  June's pussy was throbbing and sucking
deliciously all along the herm's length and she didn't want it to end.  She
was full of cock, pressed up against the fragrant soft body of her cute
little hero worshiper.

   "And 'aaahh!' as long as y- YAAAHH!  Fucking deep...  Hah... 
Aslongasyou'rehere...  Oh God!  We sleep together!!!!"

   June's speech degenerated into screams and moans when Shirley finally
got a good grip on the cheeks of her ass.  The herm began to thrust upward,
jamming her cock into her lover with every ounce of strength she possessed.
She ceased to hold back at all, porking the hell out of her friend with
everything she had.  The spasms and the fluttering of the muscles inside of
her slippery pussy was squeezing the cum out of her faster than any other
time they had fucked before.

   June grabbed her lover by the shoulders, her eyes rolling up in the back
of her head.  Her cunt began to wildly convulse around Shirley's plundering
dick as she came hard.  The herm girl was right behind her, plunging her
cock as deep into her body as she could.  June felt that hot rush of thick
cum filling her up inside and squealed.  Her mind was plunged into a
spinning maelstrom of lustful nirvana.  Colors danced before her eyes and
every little tingle on her skin made her shake from the center of her
being.

   Shirley kept her friend slowly moving up and down around her pulsing
cock with the hold she had on her hips.  She kept the blonde's mind-blowing
cum going, stroking herself with her cum sloppy cunt.

   It was a while before June's mind returned from her 'cosmic journey'. 
When she did, she grabbed Shirley from behind the head and leaned in to
kiss her as deeply and passionately as she could.  She swished her hips
again, pressing her modest sweaty breasts into Shirley's much larger ones.
Their tongues dueled in a noisy, hungry, wet tangle.  Even though she was
now exhausted from her sexual frenzy, Shirley knew that thanks to the nasty
things that June's cunny was doing to her, her prick wasn't going to get
tired for a bit.

   After practically being raped in her own bed, Shirley pretty much got
used to the fact that while she was at the station it was their bed.  The
two of them took to fucking like animals all over the station at any given
time.  The first day after rolling out of bed to get cleaned up, they tried
their best to resist the sexual tension and act as though they were normal.
It was Shirley who cracked first and simply ravaged June bent over the sink
while it overflowed.  After that, it was simply a foregone conclusion that
whenever their eyes met and they weren't too hungry or utterly exhausted
that they would be fucking like rabbits.  The veneer of seduction or even
coyness went away completely.  If the herm girl had a hardon, June would
jump her on principle.  The rest of the time it almost seemed as though
Shirley's switch would flip in either direction from a slow lesbian sucking
session to a Spartan bout of primitive Neanderthal rutting.

   This continued for the next three days or so until June got on the radio
with her superiors for the last time.  They confirmed that there was a
transport unit coming to pick Shirley up.

   "Oh!  Ah!  Ah!  Ugh!  Ooh!  Fuck me!!  Harder!  Harder!!  Fuck me!!!"

   June's normal daily prayer it seemed.  She was bent over a table in the
front office of the station.  They both faced the shuttered window as
Shirley fucked her friend doggy-style for perhaps the last time.  White
strings of fluid plopped out of her cunt to the floor around the herm
girl's cock.  She was bent over the blonde's back with her robes around her
draping the both of them.  She had cum three times already, but still
couldn't stop.

   The two of them had been fucking since before the sun came up.

   Shirley felt the last load of cum building up as she thrust away at the
slippery cunt of her friend.  She blinked away a tear at the corner of her
eye and tried to shore up a bit of courage.

   "Juju, I think there's something you ought to know," she grunted, using
the nickname she'd given her.

   June just bucked harder under her, trying her best to think.  Her lover
tweaking her nipple and flicking her clit over and over was making it hard
to push through the fog.  "Hah!  Wha-?  Yeah, Shirl?"

   "The...  mmph, tight!  The pheromones...  My body...  Not normal... 
Ooohh!!  That feels- Ugh!  Makes people horny.  That's why we wear the
robes.  Mmmm...  blocks the smell.  Hides my body..."

   June didn't care.  She just kept humping back, trying to get as much
cock as she could.

   "Makes people's hormones...  flare!!  Please don't hate me!"

   June angled her cunt upward a bit more, making the head of her lover's
thick cock smash directly into her cervix over and over again.  Lights went
off in the back of her head.  Fireworks seemed to go off all along her
spine as she came again and again.  She opened her squinted eyes and saw
lights out on the wooded trail in front of the station.  Shirley picked up
the pace, fucking harder than before.  The herm girl rammed her cock in
hard and deep, finally feeling that last blessed spurt of relief.  She
blasted off one final time, filling her climaxing friend with one last load
of sticky white seed.

   She quickly backed away, popping her cock out of June's distended cunt.
Globs of cum began to wash back out of her overfilled pussy and splat
noisily on the floor between her legs.  June twitched raggedly in her
exhausted state and slipped down to the floor.  She heard the sound of
fabric swishing against fabric and the shift of a canvas back being hoisted
off the floor.

   The massive truck out front blared the horn twice and revved the engine.
Apparently the other Outriders who were there to get Shirley didn't have
time to exchange pleasantries.

   Shirley knelt down next to her friend and kissed her on the cheek one
last time.  "You're better than I deserve, June.  Thank you, my heroine."

   She was as pristine and elegant a the first day she had crossed paths
with the blonde soldier.  Her face was flushed from the lovemaking they had
been doing and her hair hung down in a mess from the funny hat perched on
top of her head.

   With one last little impish smile on her face, she hoisted the bag of
clothes and belongings onto her shoulder and left the station.  June stayed
there leaning against the leg of the table long after she heard the truck
pull off into the distance.



   4 months later

   Shirley sighed and looked out the window of her hotel room.  The last
few months actually doing her job were some of the most difficult of her
young life.  The people were nasty, the issues were dull, and no one wanted
to do anything besides hear themselves talk.  She had come with the
intention of opening peoples' minds, but their sheer ignorance and refusal
to see the truth(that humanity wasn't the top of the food chain or even all
that innocent when it came to causing more problems for themselves) was
frustrating her.  Having the truth about many of the fiendling threats
being denounced as propaganda and monster sympathy was the last straw for
her.  She left the floor for more pig-headed representatives to speak and
decided to cool her heels for a while.

   She was close to requesting an escort to relieve her stress when a call
came up from the lobby.  Someone was requesting to see her.  She had
specifically told her security detail to tell anyone from the local
government or press to "kindly fuck off" for the rest of the day. 
Apparently no one knew how to follow directions since they had already sent
her visitor up to see her.

   'Oh, well,' she thought, rubbing her temple.  'I suppose I'll just have
to drill it into whomever it is on the way up that 'do not disturb' means
'leave me the hell alone'.'

   The inevitable knock came from the door to her room and Shirley jumped
up, stomping toward the door with her fists balled up at her sides.  She
flung the door wide open so that it slammed into the wall behind it and
glared angrily at the person in the hall...  until her face went blank
entirely.

   Standing there was someone a head taller than herself.  She had long
blonde hair and a bandanna tied around her head.  The shade of her skin was
tanned almost golden brown.  The white coat with the fur lined hood she
wore was decorated with a few medals and badges here and there.  The shirt
and skirt she wore were pink and a size too small on her body.  Her tits
were swollen with protruding nipples pushing against the fabric of her top.
Her legs were long and toned, but had a few small scars here and there. 
She wore red strap-up sandals on her feet.  Sticking out of the bag beside
her was the handle of a crossbow.

   What caught Shirley's attention and held it was the massive belly she
had.  Her swollen middle was way too large for the top she had squeezed
over it.  Her belly button protruded outward against the pink fabric, and
it rode up under her belly showing off the underside.  She was obviously
pregnant and there was more than one child growing in her womb.

   Her heart sunk down into her stomach and she couldn't help but feel a
little tingle in her nethers.

   The blonde woman blew a long strand of hair out of her eyes.  "Well,
sureshot, are you gonna let me in or what?"

   "Uh, um...  Sure, Juju..." Shirley sputtered.

   June walked(or waddled) past her into the room to the bed closest to the
door.  "Do you have any idea how hard it was to find you?  Not to mention
catching up in my condition?"

   "And--Ugh!  You couldn't call me?" Shirley shot back while hauling
June's bag into the room.

   "Not without admitting over the radio with so many people listening in
that this is your fault!!" June yelled, pointing at her pregnant belly. 
"With this, my career is over!  I've got nowhere else to go!  Hell, I'm
lucky no one's asked why the hell I decided to resign so suddenly.  I'm
screwed!!"

   "Calm down, Juju," Shirley said.

   "Don't you "Calm down, Juju" me, dammit!  I've got kids on the way. 
Your kids!  And I'm out of a job!  What are you gonna do about it?"

   Shirley sighed and looked at the door.  "Guess I should have pulled out,
huh?"

   "You could have also said you could get me pregnant," June muttered.

   "I thought you'd have an implant, being an Outrider and all.  Anyone
dealing with fiendlings usually has some kind of foolproof birth control."

   "I was a sentry!  Active Outriders on stupid hero missions get
implants."

   "Hmmm."

   June squinted, looking Shirley up and down suspiciously.  "What are you
thinking?  I don't like that look on your face."

   "How would you like to go on hero mission full time?" the herm
suggested.

   "What?!  Have you finally lost your mind entirely?"

   "Hear me out.  If you become one of my security detail, no one will ask
any stupid questions as to why you're spending so much time with me.  If
anyone asks why you're pregnant, you can just tell them you were ravaged by
some sex maniac while you were protecting me."

   "Except the sex maniac was you..."

   "And that way, you can come home with me."

   That caught June entirely by surprise.  "Home?  You mean back to your
country?"

   "Like I could leave my little heroine here by her lonesome," Shirley
cooed, sitting closely beside her.

   June looked away.  "Are you sure about this?"

   She placed an arm around the blonde's shoulder and hugged her close. 
"It'll be fine.  You looked out for me.  Now it's time I returned the
favor," she exclaimed clenching her fist dramatically.

   Such an action made her tits jiggle invitingly.  June tried to ignore
those same habitual feelings she got when she was around Shirley, but it
was harder than ever.  Her hormones were doing flip-flops and she was
hornier now that she was knocked up than any other time in her life.

   "You wanna do me a favor..." June whispered with a little smirk on her
face.  "It's been about four months...  maybe you could slip me this and
make me forget about being all alone."

   Shirley felt that hand petting her crotch through her robes and groaned.
"Right...  it's been awhile for me too."

   June grabbed the herm girl by the collar and pulled her down on top of
her.  A lot had happened in the past couple months and she was damned sure
that a lot more would.  Especially if any of Shirl's relatives were
anything like her.