Two months earlier
Cin gazed at the blank canvas of her new kingdom.
All 200 square feet of it.
Well, probably only a hundred, if she was being fair to Lina.
“We are gonna slay so much pussy in here bro,” Lina said, shaking Cin’s shoulders in estrus fueled excitement.
Cin looked over, and couldn’t help but at least smirk into Lina’s manic grin.
Her best friend since middle school, there weren’t many women in the world whose vibe screamed “I fuck girls” as hard as Lina’s did.
Short cropped light brown hair with the bangs bleached blonde, studs glittering on her right eyebrow, a silver ring in middle of her lower lip, and a nose torc that should have been gaudy if she didn’t rock it so fucking hard.
All this adorning a face that mixed angel and devil to devastating effect, on top of a body that was just on the supermodel side of crack whore.
Cin didn’t know how Lina consistently rode that line so well, but damn if her body didn’t make the tortured souls rendered in ink that flowed out from the left side of her jeans all the way up to her jaw look hypnotic, instead of cringeworthy.
“Remind me why you’re even going to college again?” Cin laughed, reaching up to rustle Lina’s meticulously messy coif.
“Because the pussy brooooo!” Lina laughed, slapping Cin’s hand away then making a running leap onto the undressed dorm bed.
It made a concerning creak of protest, but held. And thank god, because Lina was all of a hundred pounds on a 5’ 3” frame. The 200 lbs of dickgirl muscle Cin’s own 6’3” body carried would have had no chance of a good night's rest if the bed couldn’t handle Lina.
She propped herself up on her elbows, shrugging at Cin and once more fixing her with that devilish grin.
“Plus, ya know, parents are paying for it, and it seemed fun,” she said. Smirking to herself, she waggled her ridiculous notched brows. “Speaking of parents, thought your mom was never gonna leave. Mighta had to share a bed with me…”
Cin laughed, shaking her head as she walked over to her own bed, and set her duffel down next to it. She sat, and looked back, catching just a flash of concern from Lina before her friend’s grin returned.
“C’mon, buddy, how are you not more excited?” Lina prodded, with exaggerated pep. “No more rules! Think of all the money you’ll save on tissues!”
“Hah! Yeah, shit, woulda blown through all that yardwork money pretty quick, huh?” Cin laughed, forcing the smile to reach her eyes.
Lina was right. Cin had been waiting for this since puberty. But after 7 years of waiting, of discipline… what if her parents were right?
She knew they were, to some extent. That was the worst part.
Regular intersex people were rare, and didn’t have easy lives. Trans girls weren’t any better off. Full blooded futanari were rarer than either, and while some leaned into the fetishization like both categories above, had plenty to deal with themselves.
Full-package futanari though?
People liked to think they had the sex drives of both a man and a woman in one body. That they were twice as horny as a regular person, twice as ravenous.
That wasn’t true.
It was so much worse.
If the ‘dual sex drive’ theory was correct, then it wasn’t a 1+1=2 situartion. It was a 1×2=100. Cin didn’t even remember being 13, before the meds. Just a weird, confused, lust clouded blur.
She knew exactly where those pills were now. Resting comfortably in the side zipper pocket of her duffel. In easy reach.
Cin was still looking at that pocket when the bed creaked and shifted, Lina sitting down next to her.
She put a flame-tatted hand on Cin’s thigh and gave it a little shake.
When Cin met her eyes, she wasn’t hiding her concern anymore.
“Hey, babe, this isn’t like you. What’s wrong?” She asked. Her smile trembled at the edges, warring with worry.
“I’m just…” Cin sighed, then gestured down at her crotch, and at her bag. Lina knew where the pills were. “What if people are right, you know?”
Lina looked at her for a moment longer, before she started laughing.
“Hey, fuck you!” Cin protested.
“No, no, it’s just–HAH!” Lina gasped, and Cin realized she wasn’t faking this. That didn’t help. “Whew! It’s just… yeah, bro, you’re a full-package fuckup. God’s sexiest mistake. Literally one in a million. But you know what one in a million means?”
“That research on my condition is rare, underfunded, and that instead of the normal stereotypes people have to deal with, I have fucking myths?”
“Yeah, yeah, all that for sure, definitely,” Lina giggled, waving her off, “but not what I meant. I meant that there’s, what, 9000 people out there like you? 9000 people making it fucking work baby, and I guarantee none of them are as hot as you.”
“But–”
“What, you’re worried all the sudden you’re gonna turn into a rapist? Cin, you’ve got discipline coming out of your ass. You mowed enough lawns to pay for college. You built a body so hard they kicked you off the football team because you were making the boys insecure. You haven’t been taking those pills for two fucking years. How many times have people asked you out since then?”
“114,” Cin said, a little pride, and her friend’s unwavering support, making her lips curl upwards.
“Wait, really? Damn, holy shit, okay, you’re a fucking saint! If you were gonna jump a girl, you would have done it by now. Or a boy, I guess, we gotta get you experimenting, see if you have shit taste,” Carolina said with a grin that was almost blinding, her slate-grey eyes somehow brighter than the goddamn sun.
Cin fell just a little further in love with her.
She punched her in the stomach.
“Gah! Bitch!” Lina wheezed, but she was still laughing. “Teach my ass to give you a pep talk.”
“You forget I know some of your old girlfriends?” Cin smirked. “You’re fighting the urge to say ‘Harder Mommy’.”
“Tease,” Lina purred, not denying it for a second. She had accomplished her goal of pulling Cin out of a momentary slump, and all other things were secondary.
She hopped off the bed, and went back to the door, dragging her own enormous bag through it.
“Whew!” She said, wiping her brow theatrically after the effort, then fixing Cin once more with that infectious grin. “Now come on gym muscles! Help me get unpacked!”
An hour later, four blank walls and unmade beds were starting to look a hell of a lot more like a home.
“Traditionally its like, 50/50 on the decor, right?” Cin asked, looking with amusement at the life size poster of Brittney Slayes looming over her bed.
“Oh fuck you, and you know what? Be grateful! You have just as much of a crush on the GOAT of metal as I do,” Lina answered tossing a black lace throw pillow at Cin.
She caught it, and flipped it over to read the flowing embroidery.
“Home is where the hoes is, huh?” Cin chuckled, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
“Had to connect with mom somehow,” Lina shrugged. “Bitch loves embroidery.”
“Can’t decide if that’s better or worse than me and mine’s Pickleball ritual,” Cin shot back.
“Oh way worse,” Lina laughed, catching the pillow when Cin tossed it back. “But you shoulda seeeeeen her face when she saw what I wrote.”
That got Cin giggling, which got Lina giggling, which got another pillow thrown at her, and 5 minutes later, Cin’s first full-on college girl pillow fight was complete.
It had ended with her sexy as fuck best friend’s wrists pinned above her head, stretched out on Cin’s bed.
Contrary to tropes, the fight hadn’t been particularly sexy. It’d been fun, for sure, both out of breath with giggles and burning off anxious energy.
Then Lina had gone in for the cardinal sin of a tickle attack.
She hadn’t been joking, Cin routinely showed up the boys in strength, speed and power. When Lina had gone for her ribs, Cin had her down and immobilized before she could even blink.
She blinked now. Slow and heavy, flashing those slate grey eyes. Her chest rose and fell with excited breath, and it was easy, so easy, to think it was a different kind of excitement.
Purple tinted lips curled up, ring flashing in the fluorescent light.
“Damn, Cin, get any harder and you’re gonna fucking stab me,” Lina said. Her lips hung open, just enough that Cin could feel her breath on her face. Smell the spicy-sweet Diet Dr.Pepper Lina carried around in a hip flask.
Then her mind caught up with her ears.
“Oh my god!” She squeaked, and scrambled off. She put her hands in her lap, tried to cross her legs, but….
Well, these jeans were tight, and Cin was huge. There was only so much she could do to hide the throbbing hard-on she’d just gotten from pinning down her best friend.
Lina sighed.
She almost sounded disappointed.
Wishful thinking, and a bad way to start at least a year living together.
The bed creaked, and Lina scooted up beside her.
After giving Cin a moment to pull away, she started stroking Cin’s hair.
Cin leaned into it like a dog.
“Its okay, babe,” Lina cooed. Then she started laughing. “Jesus, we gotta work on that. I swear to god, you’re gonna be proud of that hog when I’m done with you.”
Cin smirked at Lina, looking her out of the side of her eye.
“Oh, I’m proud of it, alright, but maybe you should be as scared of it as I am,” Cin said, wiggling her eyebrows in mock seriousness.
“OOoooOoO, its a mooOoOonster dick!” Lina giggled, and Cin finally met her eyes, both smiling once more.
“Hey, it is a monster dick,” Cin said, trying her best to sound defensive while she spurted giggles like a malfunctioning tickle-me-Elmo.
Lina looked unimpressed.
“Cin, I’m a fucking butch lesbian, the day a monster dick scares me is the day I burn my flag.”