Neighborhood Controller: Yuki's Tale
mc; mg; mdom; oral; preg
When I came to America I did it as a boy, at least that's what my passport said. My father said it was for my protection as bad things happened to little girls in America. He was on a three year rotation through his company's American subsidiary, and his bosses required him to bring his family with him. So mother, my big brother Kentaro, and I joined father, moving into a nice suburban neighborhood. Everything went well for the first year, and the second there was just a bit of rumbling from father about the new Republican Governor causing ruin, but nothing was happening to me.
When I turned twelve, thirteen by my passport, the neighborhood got a controller, and father started worrying, restricting my moves, and making sure I always wore the fake male genitals and kept my small breasts bound to conceal my gender. We were right next door to the controller's house, and I was friends with the controller's little brother, who was three years older than me, though only two years older on paper. He probably had a right to worry.
Phillip found out about me one day when we were playing with his super soakers. It was more my fault than his, though both our bodies betrayed us. We were under the treehouse, planning our next attack on Kevin and Matt, when I suddenly felt warm. I was just in a tight T-shirt, which was handling the bindings, a pair of pants, and underwear to hold in the fake penis and balls.
I tried to stop myself from doing it, but my hands wouldn't obey. I took off my shirt, revealing my small breasts. I claimed it was too hot, something I'd never done before. He asked me if I was a girl. My nervous yes was cut off when he kissed me. He couldn't stop himself either. I found myself pushed back into the seat formed by the branches of the crab apple tree that the treehouse was in by the time we ended the kiss. His hands slid down my body, and my pants were pulled off me. My crotch was so wet and aroused that my fake genitals dropped to the ground with them.
Phillip bent down between my legs, spreading them widely and began to lick and suck my real genitals. I moaned loudly, asking for more. My moans brought Kevin and Matt, who with a quick order from Phillip took up guard on each side of the storage shed that blocked the view. Then Phillip moved back up to kiss me again. I could taste my own liquid on his lips as the tip of his penis parted my virgin sex.
Phillip slid easily into my wet vagina, my hymen having been long gone due to the fake genitals I wore. As he bottomed out the world slid away. There was just the two of us and the pleasure rolling out from our joining. I knew I shouldn't be doing it. I knew it was the worst possible time, but I couldn't stop it. I wanted him inside me, thrusting, sending his seed into my womb and our naked bodies withered against each other.
There is no greater feeling than that during a mating where one conceives. It's an all encompassing pleasure whose glow lasts for weeks. It builds as he thrusts deeply inside you, each thrust saturating your body with pleasure. It peaks when his seed shoots into your womb to join with your waiting egg. It solidifies as he holds you in the afterglow, your combined sweat cooling you down, drawing you closer for another kiss before the energy departs and you slip into blissful dreams of something you can't recapture until your body is finished bearing the results of your coupling.
When I woke up, Phillip was gently cleaning me with a wet cloth. He dressed me without a word, then with a kiss informed me that my mother was looking for me. I endured a lecture when I got home, but it barely registered. The love making he gave me had me day dreaming all through dinner. After dinner, I escaped to see Phillip again. We did it once more before I snuck back in for my bath and a night's sleep. The next morning I dared to go directly to his house, and we did it in his bed.
The next six weeks we snuck off whenever we could. I had discovered that making love was like the potato chips, once you start, you can't stop. Father had been right about that. Then I got morning sickness. I knew before that I was pregnant. I had been hoping to hide it as long as possible. Father found me out on my second day of morning sickness.
I was dragged into the living room and ritually stripped of my clothes and fake genitals. Then, mother protesting, he threw me out the front door, telling me that I was not his child, and I was not welcome in his house. Phillip took me in, and I found my spot next to him in his small room on his twin bed, naked. I was now his mate, his girl, his breeder.
When school started, I was re-registered as a girl, my father's family name dropped, leaving me just Yuki. I was retested, and found myself in Phillip's class, a high school freshman. My new classmates saw my naked body bulge with a baby, and even witnessed labor when my water burst in the middle of the cafeteria.
I had six years on the street, until I turned eighteen and accepted the scholarship to Tech. My four little girls are the result of that. I wouldn't give them up for the world, and I still want that feeling that Phillip gave me three times. I wish we were still together.
