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Interspecies Romance Chapter 2: Down Bad At The Dojo

UwU, y'all are awesome! As a reminder, I have a Patreon, Discord Channel, Website, and a SoFurry account! noddedalpaca.carrd.co After this, I'm excited to say that I'm going to take a bit of a break from writing smut (at least for free) to focus on writing my novel, Single Edge. More info on that once I'm done with writing the first chapter. Last piece I'll release for this for a little while is a (SFW) prologue to formally establish Brittany, Jay, and the world they live in. Though, don't take that word as gospel, I'm interested in seeing Jay and Brittany kick some ass, and I'm sure y'all would be, too. Full abridged combination of this double upload is on my Discord and prolly will be on my SoFurry at the beginning of May.

A bit of a break from the last note, to separate the 'straight' sex from the homosexual extravaganza you're about to indulge in now. Enjoy. :) Really, I'd love to see what my therapist has to say about this, heh. I think I say a glance of yaoi on her phone, I know some women are into this. Something, something, gender, something, something, patriarchy, something, something, security in dreaming of being fucked as a strong man instead of a 'vulnerable' woman or whatever. Gay sex is hot, deal with it. Eat up, y'all sick perverts. <3

Date: 6/18/4811

I knew he was boutta start some bullshit before he even opened his mouth.

"Sup, nerd?" Riley answered. I sighed in response.

"You know exactly why the fuck I'm here." I said, feeling a little defeated.

"Yeah. Training. C'mon. I'll getcha a towel and chill your bottle in the deep freezer. This is a $120 class you're getting for free. I got a guest bedroom you can use to stretch yourself out. I suggest you start with legs and arms." He said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me down the hall to his guest bedroom, redone to be a miniature gym with weights, stretch mats, and a treadmill, as well as a small wooden bench to sit on. However, one could hardly tell as it was poorly lit, and Riley blocked my hand from flipping the switch and dissuaded Brittany from using her electricity to achieve the same effect.

"Tom'll grab ya in just a minute. You're gonna have fun, I promise. Aura is, like, the easiest fighting style to learn if you put your heart into it."

    "C'mon, dude, It's fuckin' dark in here." I said with negative enthusiasm, still skeptical about my uncle's motivation.

"C'mon bro. Dark room, secluded house, powerful people with a lot of influence and money, please cut out the horror movie bullshit." Said Brittany, clearly on the verge of baring her teeth.

"No-no-no-no-no. Not yet. Gimme a sec." He then held out his palm and closed his eyes, and a faint blue glow enveloped his hand and, as if it was alive, focused itself into a radiant orb that illuminated the dimly lit room.

"In case you didn't believe me. Learn how to do that for real for real, and you're gonna have some eyes on ya." I sat back, began stretching on a mat, and began asking the important questions.

"Yeah, yeah, that's cool and all, but isn't the purpose of this little 'session' to allow Tom an excuse to fuck me?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Maybe I gave him a $500 dare to see if he could finally knot that prissy ass of yours and finally get you exercising so your parents stop nagging me about it. And my wallet's burning a hole in my pocket right about now, so considering you're here, stretching, and acting all annoyed and impatient like you're about to do something you know  you're gonna regret, I might just need to pay out early." He snickered quietly. If he didn't have me all figured out, I might've tried to talk back, but I was already here because I knew I was beat.

"Ooh, shit! You gon' let him talk to you like that, Jay?" That comment from Brittany gave me the confidence to channel my embarrassment and latent martial arts aspirations into a fiery fighting passion.