My Personal Healers Are Total Sluts Chapter 1 / Mean Twilight, Helpless Trixie Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Hello, cuties! I'll be dropping a bit of a shocker on everyone today, we have a Futa Double, so I'll be starting off not one, but TWO new futanari stories. Chapter 1 of "My Personal Healers Are Total Sluts" and "Mean Twilight, Helpless Trixie." This sort of material is normally completely outside of my purview, but I hope you guys can get something out of it. 

The first story is about the adventurers of Rafaele, a dominant, muscular futanari Amazon... and her two pet Healsluts doing their best to continually shock her with just how ridiculously whorish they can be. This one definitely has a Mizuryu Kei vibe to it, all things considered. Currently it's loosely set in the world of FF14, but since it is all original characters I would like to "file the serial numbers off" and put it up for sale at some point.

The second covers a developing sadomasochistic relationship between Trixie Lulamoon and Twilight Sparkle's giant purple horsedick. It was another collaboration with my friend Phurie, so if you enjoyed "Charlotte Shorts", it should be well worth checking out.

And if anyone's concerned this is gonna become an all-dickgirls all-the-time kinda thing, don't worry. I still have lots more of my usual hetero content lined up for the rest of this month~ 

Speaking of which, poll results for June uploads are as follows:

10th June PATREON: Rengar Goes To Town On Two Hot Blondes Chapter 2

20th June PATREON: Oh, You! Chapter 2

One other thing: I've been giving you guys the stories over Dropbox up until now, but I'm considering making them available on Google Docs as well with commenting turned on so you can all pick up any errors you see. Is this something people would be interested in?

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“It's my dream to be a White Mage!"

The words had slipped free of little Rosie White's soft pink lips one day without any warning. At first, her dear and beloved mother and father had hoped maybe they had misheard her. But once again, little Rosie had stared up at them with those big, wide eyes, shining and full of innocence, and professed her sincerest desire.

A desire to become the oil that greased the rugged gears of the Eorzean war machine.

Of course, only children called them "White Mages," still. Her parents knew that to the rest of the world, their dear sweet daughter would only be seen as a curvy, doe-eyed Healslut. Even as the chosen servants of the Gods, White Mages were more likely to be found worshipping between muscular thighs than at an altar; those girls had an ill reputation for their debauchery and lack of moral decency. A White Mage greeted new members of her party with a smile as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her mouth around their stiff, stiff cocks.

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Trixie sashayed her way around Twilight Sparkle’s living room, her booty-shaking, pop-song humming gyrations barely audible over the great roar of the vacuum cleaner clutched in her hands. With genuine enjoyment beaming on her face, Trixie turned the machine’s nozzle on one of the many book-shelves lining the walls, and left the tomes without a speck of dust on the jackets.

Continuing to bop her way around her ex-rival’s expansive treehouse home, Trixie came to the great mirror that dominated one of its many walls. In doing so, she caught a brief glimpse of her reflection, which caused her pause and stop.

Trixie had been mincing like a strumpet, strutting along in shiny, red high-heels like an experienced streetwalker. And in hindsight, she knew exactly why.

It was this damnable French maid outfit, and the way it made her feel like Ponyville’s newest, trashiest little cock-puppet.