She hadn’t been on the floor for an hour before the talk started. Every nurse found a reason to swing by her room, you know, peek for themselves and see what all the fuss was about.
“Did you see her?” Rhonda sat behind the main desk, glasses perched on the end of her nose, so happy to be the one to tell me about the latest strange case. It was Rhonda’s thing, she loved the strange, the odd patients. She liked to keep a list that she would read off at the Christmas party every year.
Rhonda’s Favorites never failed to fill the room with laughter.
We usually got one every week or so, a patient that had done something strange or had something strange done to them or had been bitten by something strange. The hospital just happened to be in a pretty big city, which means a lot of people. And a lot of people, means a lot of possibility.
I had already been on shift for six hours and had heard no less than ten nurses, 3 nurse practitioners, and three doctors, talk about the woman in 305C. Everyone had something to say about her and it.
She was on my list of things to run and check on, but Cathedral was busy as fuck because of the holiday and I was already working on five hours overtime for the week. But I had not made it to the far end of wing yet. “No,” I made a note on one chart and picked up another, “but the way everyone’s talking, you would think no one had ever seen a decent prick before.
Also, I guess Dr. Clemons said she was, and I quote, ‘hot as fuck’, end quote.” I laughed. (Dr. Clemons had been known to report doctors who used such language to HR.)
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What if you found out your teacher was a futanari?
I heard the rustling of footsteps on the long grass outside my tent and lift my head up from my inflatable pillow. I listen. The woods are alive with a million insects and animals, but this was different, bigger.
It’s the second day of a college trip into the woods a few hours out of the city, where me and a few other teachers had been chosen to chaperone environmental awareness and activity award none of us gave a shit about.
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Futanari Stable: Eye to Eye
Hey all! There’s a new series available, Futanari Stable.
The resilient Ivy is left to handle the family business while her father travels west. Alone on the isolated ranch, she tends to the new futanari stock her father recently purchased.
Becca is a loose gun on the run from a past red hot on her cowboy booted heels. A past she is grimly determined to avoid meeting eye to eye come hell or high water.
Brought together by fate, how will crossing paths change their lives?
Futanari Stable is an erotic tale set in a steampunk, western world. and here is the first chapter free!
Chapter 1 – Ivy
The blind in my bedroom window is not the best. It hangs a little crooked and the bottom three slats are bent slightly. In the morning, the sun shines right through that gap and hits me square in the face. I stopped using an alarm clock. Now I just get up when the sun does.
I know it sounds early, but I live on a farm and everything you’ve ever heard about a farm is true, including that farm life always starts early.
That morning, I got up even before the sun reached the hole in the blinds. I don’t know why, probably nerves. I hadn’t slept well. I never did the first night Dad was gone.
I liked having the place to myself. I mean, I liked being able to whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But the giant house felt even bigger when it was just me.
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