Seven Sunny Sunsets Ch. 10: - Finale

Later that night, the Syke family limo eased to the curb outside Cassidy's apartment building. Manfred cut the engine and pulled the keys with a heavy sigh of hesitation.

"You don't have to go in." Cassidy kept her arms folded as she gazed up at the dimly lit window that led to her room. She sat solemnly in the front passenger seat, shoulders slumped. "I'm sure she's sleeping."

"Are you going to tell her?" Manfred's voice was grave. He turned to her, watching her flustered face for a response. "You have to tell her, Cass."

"No." She shook her head with certainty. "I absolutely do not need to tell her. It would kill her. She hates that family. If I tell her I got engaged tt Sunny and might be having a Skye baby in nine months, she'll just die--I know it. "

"So you're plan is to hide it from her until she dies?" Manfred's words jabbed at Cassidy. She flinched.

"I'm just trying to fix it." Cassidy shut her eyes and muttered. "She hates that I'm so close with Sunny. I don't blame her. He'd still be here if Dad weren't on that plane with Sunny's parents." Flustered, she snatched her glasses and furiously rubbed the fogged lenses on her shirt. "Why aren't you more angry? Why did you let me hang out with her?"

"Nobody's even been able to tell you what to do, Cass. You insisted on being Miss Skye's assistant--"

"UNCLE MANNY, STOP!" Cassidy screamed. "I DON'T WANT TO PLAY THIS STUPID GAME ANYMORE." The more Manfred tried to soothe her, the louder she got. "SHE'S A HORRIBLE PERSON FROM A HORRIBLE FAMILY, UNCLE MANNY. AND ALL OUR FAMILY DOES IS SERVE THEM!!"

Cassidy broke from her panic when the phone in her pocket buzzed. She sniffled and still trembled as she tried to focus on the blinking screen. "Fucking hell, Sunny." She stammered into the phone. "I need a little space right now. Please."

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I sat in my room, staring at the phone. Cassidy hung up on me--again. She was upset, I know. But I needed a solution. I needed to fill this Cassidy-shaped hole in my heart. I quickly packed a bag and ordered an Uber. Within an hour, I was at her door, knocking with a nervousness that rattled in my fist. Nodes of excitement and worry ping-ponged in my head. What if she didn't answer? No, of course, she'd answer. I just talked to her. The summer's humidity made my white tee cling with sticky resolve to my skin. I looked up at the building's towering side. None of the countless windows even stirred. My head hung. Then, the clink of the lock brought a gleam to my eye. My lungs heaved a great sigh of relief as the door opened, and she stepped into full view--Sara Lynn Hart, fully dressed with a large backpack over her shoulder.

"Ready?" I asked with bated breath.

"Maybe." Sara said with as much certainty she could. The bobs of her hair bounced as she cocked her head. "You never told me where we're going."

I thought for a second before shaking my head. "I don't care, Sara. Just away from here. You've got your passport, right?"

It took all night to figure it out. As the sun rose on my 19th birthday, Sara and I were on our way to London. Each step down the plane's aisle during boarding eased the unbearable tension in my gut. I slung my canvas bag to the floor and tried to forget the screaming voices rattling off who to marry, how to behave, and how to run the company. Blah blah blah. Noise. As the jet rattled at takeoff, a tremendous sigh soared from my pursed lips. Freedom!

We arrived at Heathrow at 11 pm the next night and made a beeline for the boutique hotel we booked at the very last moment. I flashed a tired grin when I opened the door to our penthouse suite. My tennis shoes squeaked across the black marble floor, down the hall to the bedroom. I flung my bag over my shoulder and jumped on the lush, 4-post, king-sized bed. With a guttural OOF, the wind got knocked from me as the down feathered blankets consumed my body. Heaven!

"I see you're feeling less stressed already," Sara laughed. She sauntered beside me and rolled next to me. "I've missed you, Candy Girl."

I turned to her, smiling. Sara played with the zipper of her high-cropped leather jacket and slowly peeled it off. Only a thin, maroon sports bra covered her large, tan breasts. I ogled her delicious, flat torso, glossed with aloe. My eyes trailed along the bold, dark lines of her latest tattoo. A scally water dragon danced across one end of her tight abs to another.

I watched the faint trace of her ribcage rise and fall with the calm, seductive rhythm of her breathing. A Cheshire-sized grin was etched on my face as I wrapped my hands around the warm skin of her hips.

Sara writhed within my grasp. My hands moved up her sides and forced the tight fabric of her bra over the hills of her chest. I swear I could feel Sara's youth bleed into me. Memories of our carefree days raced back as rapidly as my heart pounded. I sucked in one last breath before sinking my teeth into one of her rock-hard nipples. We locked fingers. Sara moaned under my painful bite. I worked her nipple with my teeth until it was red; Then I started the other. Sara let me inside her. She wrapped her legs around me. I could've stayed there forever.

We leased a flat in the heart of London that became the headquarters for our hedonism. From there, the days and parties blurred together. We shopped, feasted, and danced in the shimmering lights of club after club. Although the backgrounds differed, some constants remained. First, I was always drunk. I preferred the slight buzz to full-on drunkenness, but who's keeping tabs? Another constant, Sara Lynn Hart, was the main course and dessert wrapped into one hot body. She was the sweet coup de gras I could never get my fill of. We fucked every night until her pussy was dripping and raw--and until my cock ached from coming so much.

Then the unthinkable happened; We got sick of each other. Our eyes slowly drifted to the scores of attractive, nameless bodies that floated by. Desperate to spice up our relationship, Sara brought another woman home, someone she met in a bar. Her name was Emma, and she was ready for the threesome Sara had been talking up for weeks at that point. Emma was strikingly beautiful, her hair tied back in wavy black curls, draped behind a dark complexion so flawless and muscular. She had the most fantastic, firmest ass I'd ever seen, and another thing not even Sara knew at the time--Emma, like me, was a futanari, and she had the biggest, most magnificent--UGH.

Adding Emma to our relationship worked for a while. Sara found herself the center of attention. One night in particular, Emma and I sandwiched Sara in the hottest DP of my life. I was on my back, buried inside Sara's ass on the verge of exploding. Sara thrashed wildly as her body stiffened. I lost count of how many times she came that night. But I knew once Emma came--she cried out as she pulled her throbbing shaft from Sara's dripping pussy. I suddenly felt her cum drip between my legs and I've never been that turned on from another futa's cum (sure, that was a short list at this point, but you get the idea, right?).

Sara collapsed in a heaving, satisfied mess. I tucked her in while Emma made herself comfortable in our living room. Emma and I hadn't spent much time alone, and I was just excited to chat with another futa. "What brought you girls to England?" Emma's velvety British accent snapped me from my gaze as I sat across from her on the sofa. "Or rather, what are you two running from?"

"Is that obvious?" I grinned and blushed. "I suppose we're both running away from responsibility. We'll take over each of our family's businesses at some point."

"Nepobrats," Emma rolled her eyes. "Well, at least you're cute. You've had this flat for 2 months, and I've yet to see either of you even try to look for work. Also, can I help you? Why are you staring at my cock?"

OOF! She caught me. "Sorry!" I blushed and diverted my gaze to my own nakedness. "I was just wondering how your dick is still so hard. We just went at it for an hour."

"A blessing and a curse, I assure you." Emma smiled, her hazel eyes flickering as she looked me over. "I could go another round if you're game. Do you bottom?"

I grinned and leaned back on the sofa arm. My mind was still racing from coming in Sara's ass. In a way, I was happy to have someone who wasn't Brandi inside me. Often wishing my shitty cousin didn't live rent-free in my head, I nearly whispered her name as Emma climbed on top of me.

"Have you been with another futanari?" Her voice dripped over me as she slid inside.

"Yeah. But it's kinda weird." I moaned. Her body heat felt amazing against my skin. I shuddered. Don't ask me why I decided to confess this next part. "Do you want to hear how disgusting I am? I let my adoptive futa cousin use me for her free-use kink."

"Fuck!" Emma cried. Hearing that sent her over the edge. She came--more like exploded. A heatwave rushed over me as Emma's cum filled me. I writhed with pleasure, my inner slut screaming with glee. I didn't even know this hot futanari's last name and I trusted her enough to ruin my pussy. "A whore after my own heart." Emma's voice grew low and husky. She was still hard.

I didn't sleep until Emma went to work the next morning.

Realizing Emma and I were an exclusive item took a few weeks. Sara had barely been home, and the most damning part that I liked it that way. Emma suspected Sara was seeing a local man named Arman. "I work at Interpol," Emma would say, and she has suspicions about everyone. Witty and decisive, Emma was everything I ever wanted in a partner, and I was falling for her. When she asked to use me freely, I leapt at the chance to give her blanket consent.

Sometimes I'd jerk awake in the middle of the night with Emma pressed against me, fucking away. Other times, Emma would leave for work early and I'd find myself in an empty bed with a pussy dripping with cum.

And Emma finally told me her last name: Drake. I realized why she didn't initially tell us and why I identified with her so much. She's also from a famous family. Her parents are a futanari rights activist and an award-winning songwriter. Not to mention, she probably lives in the shadow of her mega pop star sister. But between my place and her's, we started making a life with each other, or so I thought.

It was another weekend at Emma's flat as I sprawled in her bed, playing on my phone. I remember spending that week following Emma around like a lost puppy. I was going through text messages when I got an alert that the prescription for my birth control was pending. My heart fluttered; My inner slut screammed again. Now was a perfect time to 'forget' about my birth control and let Emma get me pregnant. I adored her and wanted Emma to lead me and my family. My heart fluttered. Then my phone buzzed. It was Manfred. Then changed everything.

"Oh." I gasped as I read the message on my phone. "Oh my god."

"Something the matter?" Emma shouted from the kitchen.

"No." I lied. "I mean, yes. My best friend's mom died." My shoulders sank, as well as my heart. I rubbed the back of my neck. "I should call her."

"Sorry to hear." Emma's voice didn't change as she talked over the beeping electric kettle. She appeared back in the bedroom with two mugs of steaming tea. "I've worked in law enforcement since I left University, and you'd think I'd be better at seeing dead bodies by now. The upside of working in computer crimes. But I suppose that's all about to change."

"Thanks." I smiled, accepting Emma's mug. "But what do you mean? What's about to change?"

"I accepted a new job. Detective in the States. Baltimore." Emma said entirely too casually. "I've been at Interpol for ages. It's time for a change, and I've never used my dual citizenship."

"Y--you're leaving?" My heart pounded, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Emma, I love you," I confessed, watching her blank expression, desperately waiting for any response. I sat up in bed, frowning. "Did you hear me?" I grew impatient.

She nodded with a blank expression. "I heard you, Sunny. Thank you. That was very sweet of you to say."

Emma shrugged. "Sunny, I'm not sure what about you volunteering to be my cum dump elicted a romantic response from you."

"Cum dump?!?" I blinked and stammered, completely blindsided. "I mean, fair, but we're dating, right?" As soon as the words left my pitiful, pouting lips, I had answered my own question. We never talked about dating, and she had no obligation to me. Humiliated, I lowered my head and slid to the bed's edge. "I'm sorry." I mewed."My god, I feel so stupid. I was thinking about having your baby."

"I had a vascetomy when I was 18." She replied flatly. "Sorry, dear. That wasn't important to your point." Emma's eyes shifted as she clamored for some comforting words. "Sunny, I know I don't experience emotions like most people, and I'm sorry if I've hurt you." She said calmly. "This is probably a good time to break things off, yeah?" We sat silently for a moment, but 'normal' Emma didn't last long. "Unless you'd want to spend one last night with me?"

"Emma!" I scolded. "Did you even process what I told you? What's wrong with you?"

"Borderline personality disorder is what they call it officially," Emma said quickly. "But I'm not sure if that covers all my shortcomings."

"Goddammit." I spat. I wanted to throw my mug, stomp, and scream. A little girl's tantrum yearned to burst from my pounding heart. But I just left. I popped from bed and got dressed silently. It was the most adult thing I'd ever done in my life.

I wouldn't see Emma or Sara again for the rest of the Summer; Then the seasons changed. The days suddenly got shorter and cooler. I pulled the sleeves of my thin, layered hoodie over my thumbs as I walked to get coffee one morning. My feet stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. I was tired. Hungover. Bored.

"Is this it?" I muttered to myself. "Is this all I have to look forward to?" People walked by and occasionally bumped me. I said nothing, past the point of caring. "This is so stupid." I turned around and rushed back to the studio. Within half an hour, I packed. In another hour, I bought a plane ticket. Sunny Skye was running away again. I was sick of this dreadful, superficial, meaningless life. I needed to do something else.

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My plane touched down in Pom City on a rainy September morning. I alerted Manfred, but didn't request a ride from Pearson Airport; I figured it out myself, mostly because I wanted to think in silence. What was I going to say to my lawyers? And Manfred? The guilt from abandoning my company started to crush my chest. I crept into the back door of the Skye estate. There was a stirring in the kitchen that I assumed was Manfred or one of the housekeepers. "Hello!" I yelled from the doorway. "I'm back, I just didn't want to startle anyone."

Then the noise stopped, and the sound of footsteps scattered off down the hallway. It confused and scared me. Where are we being robbed?

"HELLO?!?!" I yelled again as I entered the kitchen. A bag of sliced bread was left open. To its side was a jar of peanut butter. Someone was just making a sandwich. So why run? I followed the sounds down the hall, and they led to one of the guest bedrooms. I knocked with caution. What the fuck was going on?

"It's open, Sunny." A voice finally shot out from the other side.

"Cass?" I said, cracking open the door. "What're you doing in here?" I looked around the room. The books, pictures, and German dictionaries. It was obvious what she was doing in there.

"I live here." She answered, her back turned to me. "How was your trip?"

"It was good," I said sheepishly. I turned away as I started mumbling what I knew was a piss-poor apology. "Cass, I'm sorry that I--OW!!!" I shrieked like a hurt puppy.

Cass hit me, and time came to a screeching halt as I cowered and clutched my cheek. I guess I didn't even hear her get up, and it wasn't until the ringing in my ear faded that I could function. I slowly turned from my recoil back to her. Cass's steel eyes bore a hole in me as her hands rested on her very pregnant belly. The sight only added to my shock. I was speechless.

"Did you know my Mom died?" Cassidy asked. It seemed like she wanted to lunge or step forward, but she mustered the self-control. "

I nodded shamefully.

"I've been dreaming of hitting you ever since you left." Cass's tone remained flat and uncaring. "But I ultimately thought I wouldn't let the intrusive thoughts win. But you should get out of my room before I hit you again."

"Okay... okay... I'm sorry..." I couldn't hear the apology over the sound of my heart pounding. I scurried from her room, doubled over, still clutching my face as if she had cut me.

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It never matters how long you're away from home. Whether it's six days or six months, that first time your head hits that familiar pillow is fantastic. I woke from my crash a few hours later, expecting to hear birds chirping at dawn--instead, the twilight moon rays beamed through my large windows. Faint sounds of creaking wood echoed in the distance. I sat up and sucked in a breath to preserve the silence. The faint but unmistakable sounds of feminine squeals and moans titillated my ears. The torrid sounds drifted across the stairwell from the house's opposite wing. Wasn't Cass the only one living there?

"Fucking Brandi." I scowled to myself, imagining my cousin mashing Cassidy's bump as she fucked her. I knew Cassidy and I weren't on the best of terms, but the idea of Brandi inside of her drove me crazy. With that rage, I hurried my legs down the hall until I came to Cass's door, left slightly ajar. Brandi hadn't even bothered to secure it before jumping her. That bitch. The moans grew louder as my heart pounded.

I listened intently to the heavy panting for a good while before I realized I was hearing my rapid breathing. My hand trembled when I pushed on the door. I still hadn't figured out how to go about this. Was I going just to scream? Fight her? Cry?

"STOP!" I decided to shriek. The carpet burned my feet as I braked hard. My blitz caught the attention of the silhouette hovering on top of the bed. When it turned slightly toward the door, its round belly revealed it was Cassidy making all that noise. The poor pregnant girl must have been grinding on her fingers for a bit of pleasure. "Cass, you scared me." I blabbered with nervous laughter. "If you wanted to come, you could've just called for help."

"She did call for help." A voice replied.

The light on the nightstand blinded me when it came on. As I furiously rubbed my eyes, I focused on a mane of golden blonde hair. I thought there was something in my eye. Cassidy didn't have time to dye her hair before masturbating in the middle of the night (though the effort would have been admirable). I looked again. My eyes weren't deceiving me, and my jaw dropped.

"A--Alice?" I droned.

"Hey, Sunny." Alice huffed, out of breath, with sweatdrops forming at her brow. She scraped the damp, unkempt bangs from her vision as she turned. "How was your trip?"

My eyes trailed down her naked back, the faint outline of her spine led down to her perfectly round ass. Her legs were shrouded under a thin sheet as she slowly bucked her hips where they met with Cass's. Cassidy scrambled for her glasses as I gawked, almost knocking the lamp over.

"Get out, Sunny." Cass snapped with a flushed face. She was out of breath, too, trying to sit up against the weight of the pregnant belly that mashed against her own. "We can talk about this in the morning."

"I--I'm sorry." I stammered. My veins froze. I swallowed a thick wad of saliva as my heart pounded with wet throbs against my chest. I took a few steps back while whispering. "I should leave."

"No, Sunny." Alice gave me a frigid smile. "Stay." She blew a kiss before turning back to Cassidy and pressed her lips together. My childhood friend moaned as Alice slipped her tongue inside. I must say, if I weren't so heartbroken, watching my pregnant ex's making out would have been quite a turn-on. "I want Sunny to watch."

Alice's kisses trailed to Cass' swollen breasts. Her teeth sank into her milky skin and left deep red marks down her stretched, veiny belly.

"Baby," Cass said, whispering in her ear. "Let's not do this in front of her."

"Baby?!?" I mouthed. Fuck, that hurt. What was happening to me?

"Cass--" Alice seethed through gritting teeth, her patience waning. "I'm bloated and sore. I want to come--NOW."

"Oh!" I huffed, still unable to catch my breath. "Sure. Sorry." I stumbled from the door and pulled it closed behind me. My full weight slammed against the wall outside of Cassidy's room. I slid to the floor just in time to hear the girl's commingled squeals through the wall.

Through the pauses of my labored breathing, I tried desperately to listen to the lovers. As my lungs calmed, their voices became painfully apparent.

"Why did you tell her to stay?" Cass whispered. "That was cruel, Alice."

"Fuck her." Alice quipped. "She left us both. Put your fingers in my pussy, baby." Alice's throaty coo followed a moment of silence. Cass clearly complied. "Fuck--" She growled. "Harder. Faster." The bedsprings squeaked under Alice's crescendo of groans. I don't know why I stayed. I don't know why I sat and listened to my love, my best friend, finger-fuck Alice to a screaming climax. I noted every moan, every juicy squish.

There was a bitter bile taste in my mouth. I tried to spit it out just as Alice started gushing over my love's fingers. A silence hushed from the room after Alice's crash back to the bed. I gripped my spinning head. My stomach churned in dread. Was Alice going to return the favor?

"Oh god, Allie..." Of course, she was.

I shuddered when Cass moaned her lover's pet name. The sounds of wet kisses and the muffled passionate groans filled my ears. They invaded my heart, and that's when it finally hit me: This is how Cassidy felt all these years. Me coming home and telling her graphic details of my sexcapades. The bitter sting of karma dug its needles in my heart, and I could feel the weight between my legs grow as the sounds of sex turned me on.

"Oh god..." It was a perverse, sick feeling that filled my stomach as my body betrayed me. My cock pitched an obscene tent underneath my night shirt as I considered touching it. I didn't think long. A small gasp escaped my throat as my cold fingers wrapped around my pulsing shaft. The tingles of pleasure were bittersweet-- I was having too much fun with my voyeurism. I required punishment.

"Sunny?" Cassidy's eyes creaked open as she heard the door reopen.

"H--Hi," I whispered. I knew my face was beet red-- I could feel the embarrassing burn. "Hi, Alice." Her spunky blonde-covered head worked between Cassidy's thick thighs for another half-minute before acknowledging my presence. I cleared my throat with a phlegmy hack. "Alice is right. I got you guys pregnant and then I left." I clenched a trembling hand to my chest and continued with a pathetic vibration in my voice. "But it hurts so much to see you guys together-- even though I have no right. So--" I coughed again. "I should watch."

They looked at me with vacant stares for a moment before returning to each other. Alice returned to Cass' legs and laid gentle kisses on the insides of her thighs. Cass had to lift her swollen belly to watch Alice's golden locks bob between her legs. She dragged one hand to her breast-- I swear those puppies had grown three sizes since I've been gone. She squeezed and ground her thick nipples between her thumb and fingers. My eyes bulged-- praying that a fat dollop of milk would come squirting from her tit. I dropped to the floor next to Cass' face and gawked on. She stared back at me through squinted eyes and labored breath.

I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. Her soft, flowing baby weight puddled on her sides. Her milk-swollen breasts and belly that bulged with our child, each bounced and flopped under Alice's thrusting rhythm.

I bunched my shorts and worked them down over my hips. "Cass..." Her sweet name lingered on my lips as I slowly stroked myself. It pained me to have lost the right to fuck her. Instead of in my sweaty palm, my shaft should have been throbbing inside of Cassidy's puffy pregnant pussy. To fill her womb one more time-- just like I did the night I began to make her belly swell.

"Ngh..." I grunted. My cock pulsed with pleasure thinking about the night I got Cass pregnant.

"Sunny..." Cassidy whispered after hearing my moan. Her eyes floated towards me only for a moment. She was uncomfortable with Alice's exhibitionism. Her blushed lips mouthed "I'm sorry" as she ran her fingers through Alice's golden strands. Alice left a thick rope of drool leaking from her pouty bottom lip as Cass pulled her up. "I'm ready, Allie." She whispered before raising her foot to Alice's face.

The hot preggo blonde grinned. "I can't believe I'm really into this now." She started slowly, licking the bottom of Cass's plump white toes. "Mmmm," She hummed in delight as she slid the swollen foot inside her hungry mouth.

"Hooh!" Cassidy cried as her eyes snapped shut. Her hands quickly went to work her clit as she wiggled and writhed on the bed. "Fuck yes! Fuck yes!" The slick sloshing of her juices was deafening. Moreover, it was driving me mad.

I jacked myself without shame in front of the girls, spreading my legs while standing on my knees. I watched Cass's hand disappear into her pussy as her voice soared towards climax. The veins in her throat bulged as she cried. As my orgasm approached, I couldn't help but ponder how happy Cass seemed. Alice pleasured her without causing heartache-- something I never could accomplish. She was going to be very happy with her.

"NGGGH!" Cassidy bit her knuckle when every muscle in her body tensed. Then all her baby fat jiggled in tandem. Seeing the pleasure pulse through her body was a work of art.

"Oh my god... oh MY!" There were tears in my eyes when I cried out. With a sharp yelp, my hips buckled, and I shot my load on Cassidy's carpet. I let out a dramatic sigh as my orgasm crashed, and I slumped over the mess I made while Alice rested on top of a panting and heaving Cassidy Black.

I felt dirty, a feeling I don't get often. It reminded me of the first time Brandi "accidentally" came inside me and the shame I felt when I enjoyed the sensation. I quietly rose after brushing some messy strands of hair from my eyes. The girls kissed softly as I made my way to the door. I must admit. Their aftercare was so sweet.

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I tossed and turned that night, my heart occasionally pounding for no reason whatsoever. Then I sulked in bed the next morning, rehearsing what to say when I faced Cass. I threw on an oversized powder blue tee and stepped into the hallway before I had second thoughts. "I should probably put on pants." Indeed, my matching striped pajama pants were so baggy that the cuffs kept getting caught under my heels as I crept down the hallway. After a soft door knock, I let myself in and was relieved to find an empty room. I got a wet, warm rag from the adjoining bathroom and fell to my knees in the spot I defiled the night before. I started scrubbing the spot. "I came so much," I said aloud. "I'm pathetic."

"Don't talk about my father or my child that way." I turned to find Alice wearing a fuzzy green terrycloth robe in the doorway. She rubbed her towel-covered head as she strolled in and examined my handiwork. "Looks like you enjoyed the show." She sat next to me as I continued scrubbing. "I hope you're okay with all this, Sunny."

"Do I have a choice?" I snipped.

"Guess not." Alice taunted. "So that you know, Cassidy and I are just friends-with-benefits. We just bonded after you left. Alice then lost the singsongy lightness in her voice and straightened her lips. "I was hurt when you decided not to marry me, Sunny. It was a little too late to figure out that I loved you." Her hand draped across her bump as she looked down. "I couldn't help but fall in love with you while carrying your little girl."

I nodded. "You definitely looked mad at the restaurant that day. I'm sorry, how do you know it's a girl already?"

Alice rolled her eyes and let go of a belabored sigh. "Because I've been studying and probably know more about futanari biology than you. Here, help me sit, please." Alice reached out and allowed me to steady her descent to the carpet. Both her knees cracked as she settled down beside me. "Girls are all futanari women seem to make. Well, girls and other futanari. It was really stupid of me to know all that before deciding I wanted you to get me pregnant. But here we are."

I stopped scrubbing, my heart pounding suddenly to match my racing mind. "I got my heart broken in Europe. First time." I sighed and tried to sit with the burning in my chest. "I met a futanari and I just--" I covered my face. The tears stung. "I would have done anything she asked. I'm so sorry, Alice. I'm sorry if you felt half of what I felt."

Alice eventually left me to clean up my mess. But it wasn't long before I had another visitor.

"Hey." I heard Cass call from behind me.

"Hey." I matched her energy, or lack thereof. "I'm cleaning your floor."

"Thanks." Cass shuffled her feet and turned away. "I was about to make lunch, do you want something?"

I was hungry. And even though I didn't admit that fact, I followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Don't feel obligated if you just feel bad for hitting me. I deserved that." My face burned. "I'm sorry, Cass. I should've called."

"You should have just told me you were leaving." Cass snapped. "That's all. Just an inkling of decency."

The doorbell's clang startled both of us. Cassidy walked past in a huff, ignoring me, out of the kitchen and towards the door. I clenched my fists, irritated with her dismissal, and followed. I stopped in the hallway as she addressed a tall man wearing a shiny badge on a chain.

"Cassidy Black?" The man asked with a sterile voice as he loomed over her. Cass nodded and accepted the envelope he extended. "You've been served, Miss Black. Please sign here and have a good day."

He left without another pleasantry. Cass closed the door and stared at the envelope. It seemed to call to us, louder and louder, like a telltale heart.

"Who do you think it's from?" I finally asked, bewildered. "Who'd want to sue you?"

Cassidy ran her cautious fingers across the half-opened envelope before slowly tugging at the page inside. She unfurled the triple-folded paper, and her tired eyes began to read. My heart pounded as the silence dragged on. "It's Brandi." Cass finally said. An exasperated exhale followed. "She's petitioning to establish paternity for my baby." She blushed.

"What?" I gasped. My surprise grew to anger. "She knows that's not her baby. You were only off our birth control for our date."

"Yeah, about that," Cassidy's voice sounded detached. She tried to busy herself, returning to the kitchen.

"Don't we?" I asked. My chest tightened. I chased her like a desperate puppy. I shook my head. "Cass, I'm confused. W--we don't like her. Why would she be asking about our baby?"

"I--I was angry." Cassidy stopped and shrugged. Her face turned bright red. "My mom died, and right after you left, Brandi--the first thing Brandi did when she heard, came to hug me; Hold me. She told me how sorry she was and how she knew how I felt. She was so fucking nice to me, and I felt so lost." She shook her head and cursed. "I knew she'd do something like this once she found out you were back."

"Wow." I shuddered. It was like she hit me again, but this time in the stomach. I couldn't breathe for the life of me.

"I didn't tell her I stopped taking my birth control, not at first anyway," Cass recalled with such casual cruelty, I just knew she couldn't have meant it. But then she looked up and stared right at me. "I wanted to feel good, but I also wanted to hurt you."

"Mission accomplished." I felt my burning face. Funny, I didn't even know when the tears started. I sniffled and covered my face. It would have been so easy to hate her had I not been so deserving of this pain.

"Sunny?" Cassidy's voice snapped me from my gaze. "Sunny, are you okay? You've been staring into space for over a minute now."

"It's fine." I lied, my voice cracking under my sopping wet sniffling. "I understand what I did was fucked up, but I never thought you'd be the kind of person that would want to have a baby with my lifelong bully, Cass."

Cass shook her head. "I wasn't myself."

"Yeah." I mocked. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. "So what happens now?"

Cassidy shifted her shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. "She deserves to know if she's the futa-mom." She said. "And you deserve to know, too."

"FINE." I don't know when I had balled my fists until I slammed the wall where I stood. "But I swear to god, Cass, if you have a baby with Brandi, I'll never talk to you again."

"Oh," She cocked her head, looking at me inquisitively. "So just like when you ran off and left me?" She stared daggers at me--I've never seen her look so angry; Not aimed at me, at least. "Don't ever threaten me like that again, Sunny. We're not playing our game anymore."

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My frustration boiled over, and I had to get away from Cass. The petulant child in me expected Cass to chase me. My ears perked, listening for her pleas for me to return--they never came. I stormed up the stairs and ensured the entire Skye estate heard me slam the door.

I was still such a child. I would have thrown such a tantrum if I thought anyone would care.

So, after submitting to an amniotic fluid test, Cass agreed to meet with Brandi and her lawyer at their office in the heart of downtown Pom City. I tagged along with my heart firmly lodged in my throat. I trusted Cass enough not to submit a DNA sample. If her baby wasn't Brandi's, she was mine. It was that simple to me.

Cassidy and I traversed to the 10th floor of this building. I could make out the sleek curves of our beautiful Toronto City Hall a few blocks away. In a sprawling office, we met with Manfred and three nondescript, greying white men in charcoal suits; They flanked Brandi Syke. My cousin looked nothing like herself; She wore a slim pinstriped back skirt suit with her dark hair straightened and pulled and braided into a regal pointail. This version of Brandi frightened me more; This one would take over the world.

"Cass, are you sure you don't want representation?" Manfred asked as Cassidy sat beside him, across the table from our opposition. I sat silently next to Cass and stayed out of the way.

"It's okay, Uncle Manny," Cassidy said confidently. "I don't have anything to hide. Brandi has the right to know if she's the futa-mom."

"That's right, Cassidy." Brandi agreed, her smile dripped with venom. "This is about what's best for our baby."

It's okay, Miss Skye," One of her handlers jumped in before he addressed Cassidy. "We want to agree on two issues today. Unfortunately, there was a delay in the paternity results. The lab should call us within the hour. We've drafted the papers for the inheritance transfer if we establish Brandi Syke's paternity to Cassidy Black's unborn child; in this case, Miss Syke receives an additional 200 shares of Cloudy Skye's Confectionery stock. Her child receives another 200 shares at her birth. The other issue is that we will file an immediate restraining order against Sunny Skye, as her partying and reckless behavior present a dangerous and unpredictable environment for a child."

Cassidy and I both gasped. I couldn't close my mouth for my life.

"Cassidy," Brandi started. "If my attorneys will allow me to speak to you directly for a moment. I know she's your childhood friend, but Sunny has been a terrible influence on both of us. And didn't she just return from a months-long bender in London?"

"I have a question," I said meekly. All these numbers jumbled and clouded my thoughts. "Where do the additional shares of Cloud Skyes Confectionery come from?"

"We'd take them from the unclaimed shares left in the blind trust, Miss Skye." One of the lawyers answered. "When you inherit the blind trust when you turn 30, you'll get fewer shares."

My stomach turned. I had a bad feeling about this. "And my parents agreed to this?"

"See?" Brandi chirped and gestured to her lawyers. "This is what I'm talking about. She wasn't even invited, and she's making this about herself."

"Cassidy," I grabbed her knee. "Can I talk to you outside?

"I'm not having a good day," Cass muttered. "Can't it wait? OH! Goddammit, Sunny." I yanked on her arm until she conceded. After a loud, dramatic sigh, she allowed me to lead her into the hallway.

"Marry me," I yelled. Oh my god. What the fuck was I doing?

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cassidy glared at me.

"I think I know what's happening here." I declared in a panic. "Brandi wants to take over the company. I can't do the math, but she can, and she's smart. I won't get my company shares for another 11 years; That's plenty of time to figure out how to run me out of the company for good."

"That's just it, Sunny!" Cassidy threw her arms up. "I don't give a shit about your family's company. I don't care if my Dad died with your parents. Your company isn't my company! And moreover..." She jabbed her finger at me when I tried to interrupt her. "AND moreover, I don't love you anymore, Sunny Skye, I don't even like you."

"I know!" I agreed, smiling like a crazy person. "So you won't mind divorcing me after I turn 30."

Cassidy suddenly stopped fussing with me, but she still watched with an incredulous eye. "You realize I'd just take half your shit, right?"

I nodded, grinning. "And your daughter would be financially independent without Brandi's money. You know she'd hold it over your head."

"Yeah." Cass sighed. She cradled her belly as she pondered nervously. "You'd give me that much control even before you know if it's Brandi's baby."

"Cassidy Ann Black, we've ripped each other's hearts out enough for an entire lifetime. Let's have something positive come out of all this. Come on, City Hall is right across the street." I sounded like an absolute idiot.

She shot me a queer eye and looked back at the lawyer's office. "Right now? Right in the middle of this meeting?"

"They'll wait." I shrugged. "Brandi said it herself. I'm a selfish bitch."

"The first time Brandi and I have ever agreed." Cassidy smiled. My god, I haven't seen her smile in the longest time. She sighed. "This is the stupidest thing we've ever done."

I scoffed. "We've done stupider. Let's go."

I was wrong about one thing; They didn't wait for us. After Cassidy and I had the most unromantic marriage certificate signing, we ran into Brandi on the sidewalk outside the lawyer's building. "Where are you going?" I asked. But she kept walking, ignored us, and hailed a taxi. "What the hell happened?"

"The paternity test must've come in, and she received news she didn't like." Cassidy walked to stand beside me. "Congratulations, Sunny. You're going to be a futa-mom."

I sighed, but I didn't

"Do I have to change my name to Cassidy Black Skye? I dreamed of marrying you for so long, but I've always hated being Black Skye. Does that make sense?" She pulled away and scrunched her face.

I grabbed hold of Cassidy and squeezed her as hard as I could.

I spent the autumn and winter bonding with Alice and Cassidy. We made plans for parenting and childcare, despite our resources, nothing prepared me for when Alice gave birth to Quinn Harper Skye in March of the following year. Cassidy's baby proved more stubborn, just like her parents.

At the time, it felt unbelievable being the futa-mom of two. But now, I'm eternally grateful it happened this way. Once my children were ready for daycare, I transferred to Moringa University, the first college designed primarily for futanari. The promising call for a haven to learn with my futa sisters quickly transformed into a nightmare, and to call my year at Moringa harrowing is an understatement. I only made it through one semester; And in those couple of months, I had been bullied, stabbed, and steralized. My classmates friends would go on to expose unspeakable and conspiracies and horrors. I'm forever grateful for their sacrifice.

When I returned to Pom City, I did two very important things. First, I got a job. I was Sunny Skye, a Sales Representative for Cloudy Skye Confectioneries. Sure, it wasn't starting from the bottom by working for my family's company. But just as I wasn't really ready to get married, I wasn't equipped to manage a company. Second (and this was much more important), I let Cassidy go. I ended my cruel relationship with my best friend. We stayed 'married' for 11 years, until I turned 30, when I received my inheritance and gave her half. But Alice notwithstanding, Cassidy was the most amazing co-parent; Having her in my life was a blessing.

Even after paying Cass out, I held a majority of shares in the company. The more I thought about it, the more sense Sunny's Marriage Clause made. In the end, it may have prevented more mistakes than it caused. And just like that, I found myself here one day, a successful business owner in her mid-thirties. And most importantly, a Mom.

A mom...

"Mom..."

"MOM!?!"

I dazed off long enough to gain the ire of my daughter. Her lanky frame stood in the doorway, arms bundled around a satin red dress covered in plastic. Victoria Cathy Skye was the spitting image of her mother's dark brown eyes and hair. Now and then, she'd smile or laugh, and I'd see a shimmer of young Sunny in her dimpled cheeks. If I told her how many times she melted my heart to this day, she'd die of embarrassment.

"MOM!!" Victoria finally grabbed my wrist and dragged me from the house. She didn't let go until we approached her sparkling red sports car. "We're going to be late."

"It's fine. Just pretend it's homeroom at Pom Tree Academy." I joked, finished my keys from my clutch, and passed them to my daughter with only a slight hesitation. "I think it's okay if you drive."

"Sweet." Victoria sang as she snatched the keys. She dropped the dress over her shoulder as she seemed to remember something. "This works out. I'll drive there, and you can drive back. I was thinking of having a glass of wine."

"Oh?" I stepped back. Victoria's audacity never ceased to amaze me. "Did the drinking age in Canada suddenly get lowered to 16? I must have missed that."

"Mom," My daughter huffed like the brat she portrayed. "How many times have I been a bridesmaid?"

"None," I said, rolling my eyes.

"So." She shrugged. "So I think that's a good enough reason to expand on a 'night of firsts' theme.

"No," I said.

"At least let me toast." She reasoned.

"Fine. You can toast." I agreed. "Run back in the house. I have a bottle of sparkling apple juice in the cellar for this occasion."

Victoria gawked at me for a full second, disgusted. "Why aren't you taking my blossoming adulthood seriously, Mom?"

"Being constantly disappointed in the most adult thing that will happen to you, honey." I nodded. "Now get in. We can't have a wedding with the sober Maid of Honor. Plus, we still have to pick up your sister."

My dear lover and classmate Alice had given birth to Quinn McCall-Skye a few weeks before Cass had Victoria. The two practically grew up as twins, now 16 and attending their parents' old high school. Life was kind to us--often opening new doors and experiences. Today felt different, however. As my girls and I parked using the valet service of the Four Seasons Hotel, I felt that life was about to close a door for me--finally. As I lost track of Victoria, Quinn and I found seats near each other in the back row. Bright crystal chandeliers spun overhead as I watched subtle beams of light dance across the black sequins of my dress. The scenery was gorgeous, and I was proud of her. She deserved this.

Then the progression of lush piano and string music started, and soon Victoria hobbled out in heels, arms locked with a handsome older man in a black suit with red accents.

Then we stood for her. Now that we were busy co-parents, most of our communication was by phone or text. I hadn't seen her in months, not since her bridesmaid's party, so I forgot how radiant she'd become. Her opal gown, flowing with silken lace, made her appear lithe and graceful. She passed me, arm locked with Manfred, who beamed with pride and my heart skipped a beat.

I waited an hour, maybe two, to grab when Cass wasn't swarmed with well-wishers and family. "Congratulations, Dr. Stewart!" I called out.

Cass turned and blushed. "It's actually Black-Stewart. Cassidy Ann Skye Black-Stewart. Doesn't that sound horrible?"

Now, it was my turn to blush. "You're keeping Skye?" I smiled.

Cassidy strode over to embrace me. "I wanted to share that with Vickie." She paused, her voice carried a little fluster. "And you, too, I guess. I know I tell you every year on her birthday, but thank you so much for her." Cassidy teared up as she searched her--pockets?

"Your wedding dress has pockets?!?" I squawked my disbelief.

She nodded and revealed her phone, grinning. "I made them. I've been meaning to show you this. Did Vickie tell you what's hanging up in our living room?"

I scowled. "That girl doesn't tell me anything. She only let it slip that she has a boyfriend."

"She has a boyfriend?" Cass gasped. "And you didn't tell me?"

"It was literally yesterday!" I defended, but shook my head. "No, let's talk about this after your honeymoon. What were you gonna show me?"

She shoved her phone in my face. My heart melted. I can't remember when, but I had returned the crumbled, damaged photo that Brandi tried to destroy so many years ago. "My colleagues at the University restored it using some algorithm. This print is hanging above the fireplace. I can get you one if you'd like."

"Yes! Of course. It's so beautiful. Cass," I frowned as I cocked my head, studying the picture. "Cass, what in the world happened to those girls?"

"They don't exist anymore," Cass stated bravely. "They were soulmates, then they grew up. But something amazing happened." She looked up, smiling as she searched the joyous crowds. "Whatever love those girls had for each other eventually created her. So whatever those girls in the picture endured, it was worthwhile." Then her smile faded suddenly, and she looked at Victoria with a suspicion only a mother could garner. "Is she drunk?"

We watched Victoria dance with her sister, stringy arms and raven hair whipping chaotically without rhyme, reason, or rhythm. I had to sigh. "No, I'm afraid that's just how she dances."

"Oh my god." Cassidy cringed before she covered her mouth. She shook her head and erupted with laughter. "She's definitely yours. No paternity test needed."

My mouth dropped. "Excuse me?!?" I cried laughing. The audacity of this bitch. "I do NOT dance like that."

We laughed together, the first time in forever, as friends.

THE END

Author's Notes:

It took me much longer to come back to this than I expected. I basically shut down writing and publishing since COVID, but I received a really nice email about Seven Sunny Sunsets, and I felt the need to finish this in an appropriate way. In the first ending, Sunny, the prodigal daughter, got everything she wanted without much consequence. While in this version, she's a lot worse, it's balanced with Cassidy giving her just enough turmoil and heartbreak. Thanks to everyone who still comes to read and comment. It means a lot.