Happy Endings

AN: Final chapter. No sex this time.

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"Kate, I... I want to have your baby."

Paul let out a huge exhalation of air and put his hand across his mouth.

"Oh, Paul," Sarah said, "don't hate me."

Paul winced at that. "I don't hate you, Sarah. I..... you know I'd do anything for you. Anything. But.... raising someone else's child.... that's a lot. That's a lot to ask."

"Oh God," said Sarah. "Oh God, I'm sorry."

"We can't afford to raise a child, Sarah! We have to be sensible. We have to finish college, start our careers.... It's not fair to the child! And... and.... well, I had hoped that, when we were ready to start a family, our child would be.... well, ours. Yours and mine. Biologically. That's... that's important to me."

"I know, Paul. I know. I can't explain it, but..."

Kate shook her head. "Uh-oh. Cum addiction."

They both looked at her. "What?" Sarah said.

Kate rubbed her eyes. "I... I'm so sorry, guys, I should have told you about this before we fucked last night. We futas.... our cum is special. It... changes people. If I cum in someone a lot - their mind starts to change."

"What!" Sarah tried to sit bolt upright in bed, which was difficult because of her large belly. "What the hell did you do to me?"

Kate turned and flinched away. The enormous, powerful futanari curled herself up and actually managed to make herself look small. "I'm sorry. It's... it's a problem. I should have resisted. I should have resisted you more, Sarah. I..."

"Oh God!" Sarah managed to get to her feet and she started to pace. "Oh God! Did I only do... this" she indicated her large belly "because of the thoughts you put in my head?"

"Um.... it's possible, Sarah," Kate said. "I don't really have control over it. I just..."

"Oh God!" Sarah was pacing more frantically, her head in her hands. "Oh God! Which of these thoughts are mine, and which are....?"

Kate looked powerless and helpless, a look in stark contrast to the sheer power that usually radiated from her body. "I'm sorry, Paul. We tried, but.... it doesn't work. I... I should go home now." She got up and left the room.

Paul looked from the door to Kate, who was getting closer and closer to a panic attack, then back to the door. Why was it always his role to play peacemaker? He looked up to the ceiling as if praying for help, and then turned to talk to Sarah.

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About fifteen minutes later Paul came into the living room, followed a ways back by Sarah. Sarah leaned against the wall by the door and waited, a knowing smile on her face.

Kate was sitting on the sofa, her hands on her knees, staring into the middle distance, a completely neutral expression on her face.

Paul came to join her. "Hey."

"Hey. I've called an Uber. Be here in ten. Then I'll be out of your life for good. Sorry again."

"Do I need to get out the little finger again?"

The joke landed flat. "Paul, look, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but... I have to stay away from you. For your sake, and the sake of everyone you love. I'm dangerous."

"Dangerous huh?"

"Well, I was thinking. Maybe we're just here to replace you lot. Maybe we're the next stage of human evolution."

"Go on."

"I mean, a futa.... we have an uncontrollable urge to breed. We're irresistible to women. We have hyperpotent sperm. So each futa has a lot of children. What, a thousand children? A million grandchildren, a billion great-grandchildren."

"Don't forget to carry the 5."

"Stop, Paul. Not now. You know what I mean? In a few generations, the world is nothing but futas. You're one of the last generations of men, Paul. A few decades of some very, very sexually frustrated men, and then boom. Futa world. It's not your fault. We're just... genetically superior."

Paul was quiet for a long, long time. Then he said quietly "That's not good, Kate."

"Not good?"

"There've been times in history when one group of people thought they were genetically superior to another group of people. It never ended well."

Kate looked shocked. "You're saying I'm...."

"No, no, no, you're not there yet. But, you remember when the bullies would be in a ring around you at school, shouting things? Freak? Shemale? Monster?"

Kate nodded. "When I was 13. When it was obvious I was different, but I didn't yet have these," and she flexed her guns.

"And I was the only one who stood up for you? And all this time you were thinking I'm an evolutionary dead-end, and you're superior."

Kate hugged him and buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Paul. You're right, I guess I do sound a bit like those bullies."

"Just... be careful with ideas like those. It's a dark, dark road that leads nowhere good. And I think you were already 2 or 3 steps down it."

Kate considered. "Maybe."

"How many flies does the average fly have, Kate?"

"What, flies? I don't..."

"Since they first evolved. Out of all the eggs that a pair of flies lays, how many go on to survive and reproduce, on average?"

"Um, I don't know, 7?"

"It's two. Exactly two. Know how I know?"

"Um...."

"Because if it was 2.1 there would be a sphere of flies the size of the solar system by now. And if it was 1.9 then flies would have gone extinct long ago. Two flies produce two flies, on average."

"And futas have been around for a long while now," Paul continued, "but you're still here and we're still here. So each futa has had one futa child, average."

"OK... Where are you going with this?"

"'The next stage of evolution'... Kate, evolution doesn't do stages, it does diversity. New forms of life, new varieties of each species, are constantly coming into existence. And the more diverse an ecosystem is, the stronger it is. The more diverse a species is, the more likely it is to be able to adapt when the environment changes. The human race is better off for having you and me in it."

"You're not a superior being, Kate. And you're not a freak and a monster. You're a person. And that's all you have to be."

"You're a person who was born with certain.... gifts. And, I don't know, call this a religious belief if you want, but I believe every gift is a test. Are you going to use it to pull other people up or put them down?"

Kate stood up and began to walk around the room. "But that's the thing, isn't it? My 'gifts' have caused nothing but problems. You... you said you were jealous of how much sex I have? Paul, do you have any idea how jealous I am of you? I've fucked thousands of women, and none of them ever looked at me the way Sarah looks at you."

A single tear started to form in the large futanari's eye. "Yes I get a lot of sex, but relationships.... Sooner or later, my 'gifts' end up meaning I hurt anyone who gets close to me."

"I like you," Paul said. "Sarah seems pretty happy."

"Paul, she's addicted to my cum..."

Sarah decided it was time to do her part. "Kate," she said sweetly, "tell me about this cum addiction. What does it feel like?"

"Um, well, if I... cum inside one person too many times, they start to.... need me. Want to be around me all the time. Demand sex from me more and more. Need my cum all the time, any hole. Want to have my children. Start saying things like they can't live without me. Then when I finally move on to somebody else, they start screaming. Crying. Like they're in pain. Calling me all the time. Saying they won't be able to make it without me in their life."

Paul and Sarah looked at each other. "Do you want to tell her or shall I?" Sarah asked.

"Go on, Sarah. You do this one."

"Kate, we do that too. We call it falling in love."

Kate stopped dead. "Wait, what?"

"They were falling in love with you, Kate."

Kate blinked rapidly many times. "You mean... all this time..."

"'When I finally move on to somebody else'? Woo, Kate, you're a heartbreaker!" Sarah teased.

"Love 'em and leave 'em, that's our Kate's motto," Paul said with a smile.

"But... then... Sarah... you...."

Sarah and Paul looked at each other, and Paul nodded. Then Sarah turned back to Kate. "Yes, Kate. I love you."

Paul walked over to join them. "We love you."

Kate broke down and allowed herself to cry. She wrapped the two smaller, more fragile people in her huge arms and put her head on both of their shoulders, weeping tears of joy. They led the futanari to the sofa and sat her down. The powerful being looked so vulnerable for the first time they could remember - not the self-hatred of earlier today, but raw human vulnerability, of somebody letting other people into her heart for the first time.

"People have been trying to give you love all this time," Paul said. "You don't have to do anything to deserve it. You just have to stop saying no."

Sarah kissed Kate's cheek. "Thank you for letting us in, Kate."

Kate actually bawled and hugged them even tighter, to the point it started to hurt. Paul tapped her arm a little frantically and said "Kate... little less..."

Kate eased up, and pulled back a little to look into the two faces. "So what are we now, a throuple?"

Paul nodded. "I don't really think we have a choice. And raising the baby will be a lot easier if there's three of us."

"But, Paul and I were talking," Sarah said. "We know with your libido, two people are not going to be enough for you. And Paul says he wants me to explore my sexuality. So, for now at least, we're not exclusive, the three of us. Just.... be careful. Ask if they're on birth control, and so on. Stay safe."

Kate looked overwhelmed. She was getting a happy ending better than the best ending she could possibly have wished for, and it was just being given to her, without her having to do anything. "You're really OK with this?"

Paul turned to Sarah. "I don't know, Sarah. This will probably mean you need to take Kate's cock and cum inside you every single day for the rest of your life. Maybe multiple times a day. Are you sure you can live with that?"

Sarah grinned back. "I don't know, Paul. Kate's going to be bringing girls home once, twice, three times a week, maybe every day... and she'll have no problem with us joining in. Our home is going to turn into an orgy on a regular basis. Are you sure you can live with that?"

Kate's tears if anything intensified. She surrendered, collapsed back on the sofa, and let Paul and Sarah lean against her and use her as a firm but welcoming pillow. "But.... Paul, you said you want your own children?"

Paul nodded. "I can wait. Sarah, after you have Kate's child... do you think you will want another child? If so, could me make sure our next child is mine?"

Sarah flung her arms around him and kissed him repeatedly. "Yes, Paul! Yes, yes, yes, you silly man! I want a big family! I want to have lots of children, yours and Kate's! I want you two to breed me, over and over again, keep me swollen like this for as long as you can!"

Paul began to cry tears of joy now, and Sarah joined him. The three just lay in each others arms, kissing and crying.

After the throuple had relaxed on the sofa for a while, Paul checked his phone and laughed.

"What is it?" Sarah asked

"Missed a text from my brother Greg yesterday. Thanking me for helping him move in. I was kind of busy at the time. God, that was only yesterday. It feels like 50 years ago."

Kate nodded. "We're different people from who we were yesterday. You've put us through a transformative experience, Paul."

Paul said, "Oh, it wasn't just me. All three of us did it. And I didn't really know what I was doing, I just... got some intuitions and hunches..."

Kate laughed. "Oh, you 'just' got some intuitions and hunches. Like a goddamn oracle."

Sarah pushed Paul so he was lying down on the sofa and sat on his hips. "OK, Paul! You are going to take actual credit for something for once in your goddamn life! Yes, Kate and I had to do the work too, but you led us through it. You guided us through this. You were the leader. You have a gift, Paul."

Kate nodded. "Paul, look at Sarah. Look at her." Paul looked up at the sweet angelic face smiling back down at him from above the unbelievably curvaceous breasts and belly. "She could be a fucking movie star or something. And she asked you out. Do you know how much of a stud that makes you? Sarah, why did you ask him out?"

Sarah blushed, then looked up as she thought. "Well, I mean... he was cute, sure. But... we'd talked a few times before that. And... and he was the first boy... man... who didn't just see me as a pair of tits and an ass. More than that, he just... deeply, deeply cared about me, from the very first moment he spoke to me. Not because he was trying to get me into bed, just... because I'm a person. Because I matter. He wanted to know everything about me - not in a creepy way, just because.... well, because I'm me. And I just thought, a date with somebody like that might be a nice change."

She smiled at Paul. "You really do believe every person matters, just for being a person, don't you, Paul?"

Kate nodded. "He really does. Like I said, at school, he was the only one who treated me like a human being. Because it never occurred to him there was another option."

Sarah settled down on her man's chest. "I don't think you know how rare that is. Because it just doesn't occur to you there's any other way. Kate was given an enormous cock, and you were given... an empathy gland 100 times too big, or something."

"And," she continued, "you always talk about: do you use your gifts to pull others up or put them down? You pull others up beautifully. You just love and love and love, and that transforms people around you better than any futa cum. I just... wish you'd do that to yourself a bit more, too, sometimes."

She settled back down on Paul's chest while Kate stroked their hair fondly. Sarah pulled out her phone and poked at it for a while. "Here, Paul. You need to hear this." From her phone came the sounds of the song

"How can you love if you don't love yourself?

If you don't love yourself,

You can love no one else"

Kate pushed them gently to stand up. "Come on. Dance party. We need this." The three got up and moved, first awkwardly, then laughing at each other's flailing and relaxing.

After that song ended, Kate snatched the phone and started typing. "OK, then Sarah. This is the song you need to hear." From the phone came an oldie, Salt N Pepa singing:

"If I wanna take a guy home with me tonight

It's none of your business!

And if she wanna be a freak and sell it on the weekend

It's none of your business!"

"This is from the 80s?" Sarah said. "It was way ahead of its time."

"Sex-positive feminism, baby," Kate said. "A woman can be as slutty or as pure as she wants. If anything we've gone backwards since then."

When the song came to an end, Sarah passed her phone to Paul. "Paul? You want to pick a song for Kate?"

Paul thought for a while, then a sly smile came over his face. He typed on the phone, and a rock riff started.

Sarah's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh my God! Kate! This is your song! This is your jam!"

From the phone came Meat Loaf's voice:

"I can barely fit my dick in my pants

California isn't big enough for me"

Kate stood with her arms folded glowing beet red while the smaller but very curvaceous Sarah danced around her, as much as her swollen belly would allow. Sarah tugged her arms open and took her hand, spun out and spun back in.

Eventually Kate mumbled "Well, I suppose I'm grateful to Mr Meat Loaf for giving us hypers some representation."

Outside, the world was waking up to just another Sunday morning. Distant sirens could be heard. People got into their cars to prepare to go shopping, visit friends, visit lovers, take children to the park - oblivious to the human drama that had played out in the apartment over the last 12 hours.

Inside, the throuple settled down in each other's loving arms again.

"So, Sarah," Kate said, "Are you absolutely sure you're ready to be a mother? It's not too late to take the morning after pill. And we're very young and don't have much money...."

"I'm sure," Sarah said. "People have children while they're still in college. It's hard, but not impossible." She giggled. "Quite a lot of people, thanks to Kate, here."

Kate covered her face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just can't help myself, I..."

"Shh, shh, shh." Sarah kissed her lovingly and gently lowered Kate's hands from her face. "It's OK, Kate. It's OK. They chose it. It's not all your responsibility."

"It's the 21st fucking century, Kate," Paul said. "There's a thousand forms of contraception out there. If they didn't want it, there's things they could have done. The morning after pill. Emergency IUD. They'll be OK."

"Respecting a woman's right to say no is very, very important, Kate," Sarah said. "But you also need to respect her right to say yes."

Kate nodded but was clearly still not satisfied. Paul understood.

"And, Kate, if you want to track down your old lovers - find out how they're doing, what their lives are like now, put right any problems you've caused - I'll help you."

"It's, um, kind of a long list, Paul," Kate began.

"Then we'll do as many as we can. We're doing this for you as much as for them."

"I.... I think I'd like that," Kate said.

The throuple relaxed. Kate and Paul both stroked Sarah's belly, and wondered about the little life starting to grow in there.

The phone moved on by itself to play another oldie, "Happy Endings" by Pulp:

"And no-one could ever know if it's going to work

But do you remember you once said that you like happy endings?"

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AN: Well, there it is. My first story. Written in five straight days, uploaded as I go. My plans for where the story should go were quickly abandoned, but most of the elements ended up in there. It's messy, but I kind of like the mess. If you'll let me be self-indulgent for a bit, I'll get my thoughts down about it here.

As I said, I didn't know where the story was going to go after Chapter Two. It turns out it wanted to be a deconstruction of many of the tropes in the futa canon. I'm still not sure how I want futas to work in my stories, or if all my stuff will be futa stuff, but this has been a great place to try out ideas.

I'm particularly proud of Chapter 3 because I think there I did something genuinely new, even if it's far from perfect. Small-cocked straight guys and anyone else know this: from my time in Tantra I know it is absolutely possible to keep a woman in orgasm for two hours using one finger. Be proud of your body and have fun with it, whatever it's like.

For this last chapter, I had two possible sex scenes in mind: A threesome where Sarah and Kate teach him the lesson here through sex instead of words. Or they could have decided the solution to the baby problem is for Kate to have Paul's baby.

But when we got there the characters said they needed a break from all the sex - even Kate - so I gave them a dance party instead.

And yeah, 20- and 21-year-olds wouldn't pick those songs. I picked from my song knowledge, and I'm getting old. But hey.

Writing this story was a transformative experience. I was growing and learning as the characters were. I'm not sure how much of this ended up coming through in the text, but:

Paul needed to learn that making sacrifices for other people, putting other people's needs before your own, is not always the good and noble thing to do, because it means you're asking everybody else to look after your needs.

Kate needed to learn it's not her libido that was doing the harm, it was resisting and resisting her libido until she lost control. She needed to accept the fact that she can't choose not to be a hypersexual futa, and to learn to love that about herself.

Sarah needed to learn that she doesn't need Kate to feel that immense pleasure - it came from her own body. But also to learn to accept her own desires she was calling "slutty" - she doesn't need Kate's cock, but it's OK to want it.

And I have learned to accept that I'm a total softie, idealist and optimist. Pleasure of any kind is a turn-on, pain (physical or emotional) is a turn-off. Like the characters, I sometimes felt a bit broken or like I didn't belong in the porn ecosystem on the Internet, because so much that has everybody going "Woah, this was awesome." was rubbing me the wrong way.

Like if a futa says "Nobody else will ever satisfy you after this", I immediately worry about what their life is going to be like after the story ends. Are they going to end up with depression because it's impossible for them to have a satisfactory sex life? People would tell me "She's not going to come back into the story", and it took me a while to realise what they meant. If she doesn't come back into the story, we're not supposed to care about her as a person.

That honestly doesn't come naturally to me. It's how I'm wired. If you write "The girl looked up, smiled, and said 'Hi, I'm Jessica'." then you've got me invested in Jessica. I want to know her hopes and dreams, which colleagues she gets on with at work and which she doesn't, how she takes her coffee at Starbucks, and I want her to be happy, have an amazing sex life, and I want to know that everything's going to be OK for her.

It's how I'm wired, and now I love it about myself. Now that I'm writing the porn, I get to write porn with all my turn-ons turned up to 11 and none of my turn-offs. And if that scratches somebody else's itch too, then great. I suspect that, if there's me, then there are more like me.

Paul ended up being a bit of a self-insert Marty Stu, but so what? If you're allowed a self-insert hero with a giant cock, I'm allowed a self-insert hero with a giant empathy center in his brain.

This story grabbed me and would not let me go until I'd brought it into the world, one chapter a day. I won't be able to do that pace for most of my stories - this is a hobby alongside my full-time job. I don't know when I'll write again, I need a break now to just take in everything that's just happened.

But thanks for reading, and for all the kind comments along the way.