Chapter 0 - Introduction

This is my first story I ever created (on Hentai foundry and in real life). Please don't be too harsh. I know it sucks but if I can get at least one positive comment then it would all be worth it. This is a fictitious story, meaning that it is all fake and every character is over the legal age for sex. I would like to thank my two favorite writers for inspiring me to do something with my time: Kaylus and ChainedToAKeyboard. They are honestly the best writers in the futa genre that I have ever seen. Like I said, please don't be too harsh and the first chapter should be coming soon.

Cody has always been different from the other seniors in his high school. He was five foot eight inches, had bulky brown hair, and was of a slender build. He was more mature than the other eighteen year olds and he viewed the world in an artistic manner. He often worked hours and hours, transforming a blank canvas into a masterpiece. His skills in art led him to apply to the local art school, which was about seventeen miles away from his house. While he wasn't painting, he was performing other creative activities such as cooking and writing. His mother spent all of her free time teaching him how to cook, insisting that “women love a man who can cook.” But Cody was never interested in relationships and never had a girl-friend. He has seen a vagina before in a pornographic magazine, but to him it never looked like any fun. His main complaints were that there was nothing external that you could hold on to and that you couldn't choke on it. He was more interested in cock-shaped objects like dildos and strap-ons. He would spend countless hours every night watching a dominatrix have her way with her bound male slave. He would dream that it was him, hands bound behind his back, with a thick, rubbery, phal……….. The point is, he wasn’t like normal boys.

                Cody was walking his normal route home from work, passing by the public park, the high school that he graduated from, and the library. When he arrived at his house, he peered into the mailbox hoping to get a letter from the college that he applied to, but to his dismay, there was nothing there. He walked up to the garage door, typed in the numbers 5-4-7-3, and the large mechanical door swung open. He closed the garage door behind him, walked into the kitchen, and wept. He knew he should have listened to his guidance councilors and applied to more than one college but he only wanted to go to the college that he applied to. When he was filling out the application, he was sure that he would get in but now he was certain that the college rejected him. After he spent the last of his tears, he stood up and started to make dinner for his family. Twenty minutes into cooking, he heard the garage door open and shut. His mother bolted in the kitchen, almost knocking the hot frying pan out of his hands.

“Mom, what the hell is wrong with you, you almost ruined dinner.” Cody said, cleaning up the pieces of chicken that fell out of the pan.

“College…..Letter…… here…….” She managed to reply between breaths. His mother was winded from sprinting into the house. Eagerly, Cody turned down the stove, took the letter from his mother’s hands, and ripped it open as fast as a wolf tears into its prey. His eyes scanned the letter, looking for the key word “accepted.”

“I got in! I got in!” he yelled elated. He and his mother jumped up and down with joy while a Cody’s eyes once more filled with tears. He bolted into his room and started to pack. He was going to college.