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.)
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.
The latest chapter in the Blue Futanari series is here!
Chapter 11 – Blue Futanari: Preceptors
A lot has happened in Alexys’ story. From becoming a futanari goddess to getting thrown back in time to 1691. When we left off, Alexys was still stuck in 1691, but she had made an alliance with Hester, an ambitious witch with a sinister plan. Of course, Alexys’ darkness had also possessed the young innkeeper, Imyne, started a fight with a magical centurion, and left Alexys half dead.
Chapter 11 takes our hero in a different direction. Weak and on the edge of death, Alexys is rescued by a young, Indian warrior who takes her to his tribal council for help. But the tribal council orders the young brave to deliver Alexys to the twins.
Pulled on a makeshift stretcher over countless miles she ends up in the small hut of two ancient shaman, twins. But as usual, all is not exactly as it seems.
Let me just put it to you this way. It’s about time something good happened to poor Alexys, something substantial. If you have been like me, waiting on good news or some help or something for our goddess, this is the book!
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