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• In this next entry in The Family Fantasy, Alex sets out to begin exploring this insane lewd world he's found himself in, and meets with his girlfriend, Maria, who is keen to be his guide. Just like the first part, this story was written by Draconicon, who was kind enough to allow me to share it here, so please, support him by following him on SoFurry and FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon, which allows you priority access to his commission slots. Let the lewdness continue.

The Family Fantasy - Part 2

With both his mom and his little sister quite well-fucked, Alex felt a little less distracted by his own balls. They were churning still, yes, and throbbing with that need that always came when he looked at a naked woman, no matter how many times that he'd cum, but there was something like satiation at that moment. He had done his duty, he supposed, and the stud side of this new world was allowing him at least a few minutes of respite before he'd have to get it up again and go once more time.

As his sisters settled at the breakfast table again, finishing off what was left - mostly cummy remnants of other dishes - he just shook his head in amazement. The whole thing still felt completely surreal, as if he had been dropped in a dream rather than reality. He still wasn't entirely convinced that wasn't the case.

After all, in what world would he be the only male, the only stud, able to fuck whoever and whatever he wanted, just because he was the only stud?

And in what world would he honestly be that good at it?

This one, apparently, from the way that his sisters and mother kept flicking their eyes towards him. They might have been satisfied, but that didn't mean that they weren't eager for more. He could smell them on the air, their pheromones getting good and strong, pulling at his attention constantly, ensuring that he knew that their pussies were good and wet for him, that they were willing to take more.

Even considering the fact that he had fucked Wanda and had her breast milk to wash down his breakfast, it was a hell of an embarrassing moment, and his cheeks burned, fogging his glasses.

"Something the matter, dear?" his mom asked, the blue-scaled dragoness crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Nothing."

"It seems that you're bothered by something. Come on. Tell us."

"Just...thoughts. Nothing bad."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Well...if it gets worse, tell me. We can't have our stud going unhappy, after all."

He imagined not. The whole idea of a single stud...

No, no, that wasn't quite right. All the herms in the world would be doing a good job of keeping the genetic diversity going. He was just the only pure male, which meant that he was the one responsible for...

Well, something or other. It would work out. Fantasy tended to. Even the impossible ones.

He looked down at the table. They had completely cleared it of food, milk, and cum, and the pitcher that had contained what was left of the cum condiment had been completely cleared, too. Alex started to reach for the remaining dishes, only for his mom to hold out her hand and stop him.

"Ah ah. That's Hanna's job to get the rest."

"Mooooom."

"You know how it is, dear. If you fuck me after I start, you have to do the rest."

"Fucking high price for your used cunt."

"That's as it may be, dear, you still choose to use it."

"...Grrrr."

Despite the argument, Alex could still hear the good-natured ribbing beneath it. It wasn't an insult, nor was it a push against his mother or his older sister. They were just playing around.

And as the other herm of the family got to her feet, collecting the dishes, his mom turned back to him. The older woman smiled slightly.

"And you should go for a walk, dear."

"Why?"

"Why?" His mom blinked. "You..."

Alex bit off a groan. This must have been one of the things that he always did, then, rather than something that was just being suggested now. He got to his feet, smiling and nodding as if this was the sort of thing that he had just forgotten for a moment, or had been indulging himself with.

"Sorry, yes, I should get my walk in, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, dear, you should. Before the neighbors start walking over and demanding their time."

"Right. Their time. Yes."

Oh, lord. The number of things that he'd have to learn about this fantasy world and what his place was within it. He honestly didn't know much yet, and he was pretty sure that it was only going to get more confusing before it got less. He rubbed the back of his neck as he made his way to the front door, thinking about getting dressed -

"Hey, Alex?"

He turned, glancing back at Hanna.

"Yeah?"

"Make sure that you check on Maria. She was calling my cell over and over. What's the deal? Text that bitch for me."

"Uh, yeah...sure..."

Maria. Yes, he remembered her, now. She was his girlfriend...or kinda was, at least. They were pseudo-dating, and they were affectionate at school, though she had never been his big fantasy. She'd always come short compared to the family, though they'd been intimate once or twice.

Never gone all the way, though. That might change today, now that he thought about it. He was the stud.

He briefly looked around for any clothes that he might change into at the front door, but there was nothing. Not even shoes or coats. He blushed, realizing that this fantasy meant going out of the door completely naked, ready to show his body to the world. Somehow, that sent another thrill up and down his spine, and his cock began the trip back up again, the tip soon tapping against his stomach.

Alex did, however, pause when he realized that he was about to reach for the door with no clear idea of how to carry his phone or anything else, save for the fact that he'd have to carry them. He turned around, leaning around the corner.

"Uh...I'm having a moment, mom. I'm guessing I go naked, so everyone can see the stud?" he asked.

"Of course not."

"Oh..."

"You wear your belt, of course."

"Oh. Oh! Thanks."

"You're welcome dear."

"...And where is it, again?"

"It's probably hanging on your door where you left it, dear."

"Thanks. Thanks a lot."

The way that she'd looked so scandalized when he assumed that he had to go naked, but all that he had to wear was a belt. That was odd, almost comically so, but at the same time, it almost made sense. After all, if you wore so little that a belt was considered actual clothing, then it was all the more important to keep it.

He found the belt hanging over his door, just as his mom said. He wrapped it around his waist, found that it had a pouch for his wallet and another for his phone, and put them where they belonged. Outfitted properly, he walked back downstairs, took a deep breath, and stepped outside.

It was like streaking, and yet, at the same time, not. There was something more healthy to it than that, something less...he didn't know, less naughty. It felt right, like he was claiming something from the world, and taking what he wanted.

He stepped down the front porch steps, made his way to the sidewalk, and tried not to move as if he expected to be shouted at. He was naked in public, after all, and there had to be someone that was annoyed with that, right?

Right?

Wrong.

He didn't hear a single world of complaint, no shouts, not even from the older dragoness that called the house across the street home. She had always been something of an auntie figure for him growing up, offering cookies and tea. Older, certainly, but not to the point where it showed (dragonesses were very good at hiding their real ages) and she was out in her garden and didn't have a word against what he was doing. As a matter of fact, she just looked up, silver scales shimmering as she waved at him.

"Hello, Alex, dear. How are you?"

"Uh, fine. Just going for my walk."

"Make sure to linger where you can, dear. Old Jennifer doesn't get her eye candy so often anymore."

"Heh...I'll try."

The way that she winked made him wonder if there was a chance of getting something there, too, but then he remembered that he was the stud. Quite possibly, all he had to do was walk over to her and she'd invite him in for some fun, if she didn't just lift her tail in the garden right then and there.

God, that was weird.

God, that was hot.

He walked down the sidewalk, feeling every thump of every footstep going through his feet. It was like being on a perpetual catwalk, knowing that all eyes were on him and that everyone was interested in what they were seeing. He kept expecting some kind of judgment, some sort of shout and anger that would send him running back home, but there was none of that.

No males, either, not one. He kept half-expecting to see someone, to have the fantasy ruined, but the few males that he remembered seeing through the neighborhood were no longer males. At best, they were rather butch herms, but most of them had shifted, 'converting' to femboys without dicks. They were long, tall, slender, and round in the ass as they did their construction work around the neighborhood, but there was nothing masculine about them.

It was true. He really was the only male left.

He was getting more and more excited with so many kind or wanting eyes on him, and he knew that there was going to be an invitation eventually. Alex tried to brace himself, not wanting to embarrass himself the way that he had done before, but there was no way for him to know just what was going to be on offer.

After all, there were hundreds of women and herms around, literally any of which might want him to fuck them, breed them, use them. He panted as he felt his own anticipation rising, his cock reaching a point of near-painful hardness.

He'd walked nearly a mile, reaching the park, when he had to take a moment to himself. He found the nearest bench and sat down, getting as comfortable as he could. As he took a load off, he realized just how heavy his balls had become, how much they needed some tending to. They felt like they were overheated, overfull, and the skin and scales around them looked taut and tight.

"God...what is going on with me?"

"Heh, you alright there?"

He looked up, seeing a blue-furred husky woman looking down at him. She licked her lips as her eyes went up and down his body, but she didn't do anything untoward. She just sat down beside him, running her hand along his thigh.

"You're the stud."

The way she said it, it was already clear that she had heard of him. She squeezed his leg, smiling.

"I'm glad to get the chance to see you. The only male...wow. You're awesome."

"Uh...thanks."

"Some of my girlfriend at school said that you did the cum fountain trick just for them. Think that you could do that for me?"

"Uh, the - the cum fountain trick?"

"Yeah, you know. The one where you cum so hard that you look like a fountain? You made it rain so hot, from what they said."

The idea of him being a performer as well as a fucker, a stud, sent shivers down his spine. The very idea seemed almost too self-indulgent to be real, but at the same time, he remembered how much cum he'd spurted into his sister's pussy just a few minutes ago. He'd filled her with enough to fill a rather large glass afterward, and he felt like he could do that much again, if not more.

But at the same time, the idea of doing it so casually was almost too embarrassing, particularly with someone that he didn't know. He blushed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Heh, I'd like to, really, but -"

"Bad time?" she asked.

"Kinda."

"No pressure, hon. Here."

She reached into her pocket - he realized belatedly that half of the blue that he was seeing was a tight leotard that was pulled so close to her as to look almost painted on - and pulled out a card. He glanced at it, read 'Rachel's Fitness Romps', and looked back up at her.

"You're Rachel, then?" he asked.

"Yep. Nice to meet you, Alex the Stud. I'll be jogging here every morning, so if you get time, I'd love to see the trick."

"I'll, uh, I'll remember that."

The husky nodded, gave him a friendly one-armed hug, and then hopped up and got back to running. The dragon leaned forward, watching her swaying ass as she ran off, and slowly shook his head.

"Rachel, huh?" he muttered, tucking the card into the same pouch as his phone. "The hell is the cum fountain trick?"

He didn't expect an answer out of thin air, and he didn't get it. However, he did get a text, and he blinked, pulling his phone out.

It was from Maria. He opened the screen, pulled up the messaging app, and read it.

M: Hey, haven't heard from you for a few days. You okay, or too busy plugging your mom's pussy?

He chuckled despite himself. She'd always been a bit on the blunt side, though this was the first time that he'd seen her like that. It was almost refreshing. He typed back.

A: Nah. Just been in my head.

M: Better than on someone else's head.

M: Or are you just on the pussy-fascination side now?

A: I...wasn't thinking about that, but now I am.

A: Thanks awfully, by the way.

M: Anytime. You're sexy whether you're getting sucked or doing the sucking, anyway.

He chuckled. Okay, so that was still the same. They were friends as well as occasional lovers, and they weren't exactly in a closed relationship. He hadn't really believed that was possible with his current sort of life, but one never knew. There might have been very different sorts of expectations.

A: You got a bit of time?

M: That depends.

M: You got a bit of cum?

A: Sure.

M: Then I got all you need.

M: When and where?

A: The park? I'm there already.

M: Getting some ice cream on the north side. Where are you?

A: I'll come to you.

Just through the park, then. Another chunk of naked walking. Not that bad. Not that bad. Not that bad.

He kept telling himself that, and it helped that people were so casual about it. He found a few other naked walkers, too, which made him feel better about himself. Not that they were ever entirely naked. One woman wore a garter belt around her leg and nothing else, while a herm wore the worst excuse for a bra that he had ever seen to keep her breasts from bouncing around and dragging her off her feet. In each case, they were little more than accessories that did nothing to really hide or protect one's modesty, but they were token gestures towards it, much like his belt.

It made him feel like maybe he wasn't just meat, that clothing really was just one option for the world, and most people just felt like they would fit somewhere towards the skimpier side of it.

He rounded the fountain at the center of the park and spotted the ice cream cart at the far end. Standing by it, dressed enough to hide the important bits, was his girlfriend.

She looked almost the same as the female that he remembered from his world, right down to the fact that she had always trimmed her cheerleader outfit more than she needed to. It was pulled up to just under the curve of her ass, showing off most of it and giving a full view if she bent over even slightly. The otter was curvy, too, thick in the hips and in the chest, and then sweeping in at the stomach and waist. He didn't know how she managed to keep that hourglass figure, considering that all the swimming she did was bogged down with those tits, but it worked for her.

She had an ice cream cone in hand, and as he got close, he saw that the 'sprinkles' on it were suspiciously liquid...and very much white in color. Glancing at the ice cream cart, he saw that the employee behind the counter was pulling her apron down rather quickly, and that there was quite a bulge there.

Cum as a condiment...need to remember that that's common now, he thought.

"Hey, stud," Maria said as he closed the distance. "Been a few days. I was starting to think that you'd picked someone else."

"Hardly likely. You're mine, and I'm yours."

"Heh, you say that like I can believe that. Stud and all."

She shook her head, not quite ruefully, but more playfully. Gesturing with her ice cream, she guided him towards one of the benches around the fountain, and they sat down together. He topped her by some way, and he felt awkward as he tried to find the words.

This was supposed to be easy. A fun fantasy. A thing that would more or less take care of itself, he thought, but the husky had changed his thoughts on that. He had hoped that there would be something that explained the rules, but...

Well, that wasn't exactly happening, was it? He was figuring it out as he went, and he didn't know how to ask anyone.

Except, maybe, Maria. Maybe, with all that bluntness, she'd just get around to it for him.

"Hey..."

"Hmm?" Maria licked some of the ice cream and other cream off her nose. "Something up?"

"Yeah. Um...what would you say if I said I'm completely clueless?"

"I'd say what else is new, heh."

"But I mean, seriously, clueless."

"...About what?" the otter asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Well...everything. All this."

"You hit your head or something?"

"Or something," Alex muttered, sighing. "Sorry. I'm just -"

"Heh, you need an explanation or something?"

"...Kinda?"

"Well, not sure how to explain it. We've always had it this way. But is there something in particular you need?"

"..."

God, was he really going to be this lost without actually saying what had happened? And how did he say that without sounding like a nutcase? He rubbed the back of his head, leaning forward.

"You haven't been this nervous since the time you brought me home for the family orgy, hon. What's wrong?"

"You..." He groaned. "Look...I'm going to say something stupid, and I want you to just...go with it. Just for a bit. Even if it sounds impossible, give me a bit to just go through it as a what-if, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. We've done enough roleplays with silly things that I can do that."

"Heh..." Alex smiled, shaking his head, but the smile died fast enough. "Okay...okay. What would you say...what would you say if I told you that this is all new to me, and I don't remember any of it?"

"...I'd say that it's my chance to cement my place as the top girl for the world's stud." She chuckled. "But you seriously don't remember anything?"

He shook his head.

"You don't remember the orgies?"

He shook his head again.

"Or the fertility festival during the senior prom?"

"Nope."

"Or the time that the teachers had you knock each and every one of them up as a surprise to their partners?"

"...God, I wish..."

"Wow..."

"Yeah. It's a lot."

"You're telling me." She looked down at her ice cream cone, cocking her head to the side. "Hey, does that mean I could get out the strap-on?"

"Not a fucking chance."

"Ha! Well, at least you're still you."

"Whatever that happens to be."

Maria went quiet, and he did the same. He didn't know what was going through her head, but he knew what he was thinking about. He was scared, and at the same time, he was turned on to an almost painful degree. The whole idea of the various things that he had ostensibly done in the past, knocking people up that casually, having fun with so many others outside his family, just doing whatever he wanted as he wanted and the rest of the world more or less happily consenting to it...

Fuck.

Fuck, his cock was hard just thinking about it.

Maria reached over, her padded, webbed fingers wrapping around his cock and casually jerking him off. Pre-cum started running over her fingers, staining her hand and then running down over her wrist. He curled his toes against the cobblestones under the bench, and he hissed under his breath.

"Full up?" she asked.

"A bit."

"Need me to go faster?"

"Mmmph...Please."

And she did as he asked, stroking faster and a little rougher at the same time, dragging her hand up and down his cock and smearing him with his own product. He gripped the edge of the bench as tightly as he could, claws cutting through the wood as he felt like all eyes were on him when they really weren't, but they were in public and doing something so lewd, so sexual.

Somehow, this was almost more taboo than the stuff that he had done with his family. At least that had been in private. This was anything but.

"Ah...ah..."

She gripped him a bit tighter still, working her hand up and down his shaft, stroking faster, using her thumb along the head of his cock before going all the way back down. She kept eating her ice cream, completely casual about it, paying as much attention to it as she was paying to his shaft.

Up, down. Up, down, faster, harder, almost punching her fist down towards the base as she sped up. He gritted his teeth, huffing hard, and his hips pushed up -

"NNNGH!"

And he went over the edge. His over-full balls pushed out more than he realized they had, and he came hard enough to shoot the first rope at least six feet up. Maybe more. He watched it rise, and then fall, splatting hard against the ground. The second and third came a little bit shorter, but Maria was ready for them, holding her ice cream in place, letting the creamy stuff fall right into the cone.

"Fresh topping, can't waste it," she said, and he could hear that she wasn't joking.

As she sipped the new 'syrup' from the cone and he huffed in recovery, she looked him in the eye. She cocked her head to the side slowly.

"You're not joking, are you?"

"Nnngh...how can you tell?"

"That blush isn't what my Alex ever would have done."

"..."

"It's not impossible, but...yeah. You're different."

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"What, and ruin my chances to show you how much better I am? No way in hell."

That was something, at least. He didn't have to worry about having his secret completely exposed. As he leaned back, she finished her ice cream and tossed it into a nearby garbage can, sliding onto his lap.

He immediately realized that she didn't have any panties on, and her pussy was as wet as his cock had been hard. His cheeks burned again as she sat on him right then and there, not bothered by those passing by, and those passing by not bothered with him. In fact, two foxes looked at him - one herm, one female - and smiled, moving to sit by the bench and squat down at the ground level.

"They're going to want a taste when you're done," Maria explained.

Oh, lord. Oh, fucking god.

His cock throbbed to full size at that, and she smiled as she ground back against him. He could tell that this was something new to her, as well, something that she could play with. In the way that the whole world seemed so casual - yet at the same time, still respecting the rules of consent - he imagined that his embarrassment was a rare taste, something that was different and new. Certainly, she was enjoying the feeling of him, and he could tell that she was wet as all hell down there.

She reached for his cock, pushing it between her thighs, and sunk down. He gasped under his breath, his eyes going wide as he felt the sheer heat of her, and she soaked him from tip to balls as she slid down.

"Mmmm, just as hard as I remember," she whispered.

"Mmmph...and you're just as hot."

"Heh, you like it?"

"God, I love it."

"Then you're going to love this..."

She started bouncing, pulling at her top to free her breasts. The tips of her nipples were already damp, not just with a bit of sweat, but with a little milk that was already pouring from her nipples. He leaned in, latching onto one and biting down. She gasped, clenching around his cock, and it got that much better.

Up, down, up, down, riding his eager cock was far more interest and excitement than she'd shown through the handjob earlier. Casual as it was, she was still into it, and the vixens under her were panting, puffing hot air over his balls and probably over her pussy, as well. Knowing that his load was going to go into feeding them his seed...fuck, that made him harder still.

Up, down, up, down, her hips crashing against his, her legs pressed tight to his. Her hands rested on his shoulders, keeping him between her breasts, alternating between one nipple and the other to give her what she wanted even as he took what he wanted. The soft taste of it was a bit bitter, a bit sour, then a bit sweet. It didn't matter. The fantasy was everything.

He moaned, huffing and groaning as she rode him faster, taking his whole cock deep inside her. The way that she just took it despite the size difference between them. The way that she rolled her hips and moaned every time that he was completely hilted inside of her. The way that she clearly loved his cock as much as she loved and cared about him. She was just the perfect package, and he could remember why they were so close.

He gripped her hips, taking control, and she let him. She moaned as he picked up the pace, ramming her down again and again, each time feeling her clenching around him. The way that her moans were getting louder, higher, told him that she was getting closer and closer to climax, that she would be unable to hold back for much longer. In, out, in, out, each time feeling that wetness splashing against his balls, feeling the breath of the vixens coming closer and closer until -

"MMMPH!"

He couldn't resist, and she didn't. Ramming her down to the base, he held her there as his balls rose up, and that same intense feeling from before hit him hard. It felt like he was emptying his balls completely, even though the weight between his legs never seemed to properly decrease. There was that heaviness, that warmth that he loved so much, but it was more than that. It felt like there was so much spitting out of him that it would inflate a normal woman, but Maria didn't seem to show any signs of it.

She huffed against him as she came down from her orgasm, patting his cheek as she sat up. She chuckled and he moaned as the vixens put their tongues to work, gathering the little bits that were already dripping from her.

"Just as productive as ever," she said.

"Nnngh."

"Heh...come on. Let them work, and then we'll go talk. I bet you have a lot that you need to get off your chest."

"Mmmh...yeah..."

"And maybe more into me."

By Draconicon