The Shapeshifter’s Desires

Disclaimer: Contains gay content (but is it really gay if it's a futanari?)

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As I walked toward my futanari mother's, Scathach, home.

A familiar tension settled in my chest. Living with her was different from living with Mom; Esdeath was strict, but at least she showed her affection openly. 

Scathach, on the other hand, was unreadable, her authority so absolute that I never knew where I truly stood with her. She never needed to raise her voice, never had to remind me who was in charge her mere presence was enough. 

I didn't live with her full-time, just whenever custody arrangements shifted, but every visit felt like stepping into another world. 

One where the air was heavier, where she studied me with those sharp, knowing eyes. I had no idea what she did in her free time, what hobbies she had, or if she even cared about things like entertainment. 

And yet, as I approached the door, a strange sense of inevitability crept over me—like she was already waiting.

I barely made it through the front door before I heard her voice.

"Renji."

Just my name—calm, measured, but heavy with something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't anger, not exactly. It was the way she said it, the way she always did when she knew something I didn't when she had already decided how things were going to play out.

I turned to face her, trying to keep my expression neutral. Scathach stood at the end of the hall, arms crossed, her piercing crimson eyes locked onto me like a predator watching prey. She was still in her usual loungewear—fitted black pants, sleeveless turtleneck, that effortless elegance that made her look like she belonged in a different time.

But there was something else. The way she was standing, the way she was looking at me.

I swallowed. "Something wrong?"

She tilted her head, a subtle motion like she was considering something. Then, she turned and walked toward the living room, expecting me to follow.

I did.

She sat down on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, and gestured toward the space in front of her.

"Sit."

I hesitated for just a second before lowering myself onto the armrest instead. A small defiance. I wasn't about to just kneel in front of her like a kid waiting for a scolding.

She didn't seem bothered. If anything, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly, like she found it amusing.

"You were at Astolfo's house today."

I shrugged. "Yeah. Just hanging out."

Her eyes flicked over me, reading me in the way she always did, like she was peeling back layers I didn't even know I had.

"I see. Hanging out. On a live stream."

My breath hitched.

So she knew.

I fought the urge to shift in my seat. "...You watch live streams?"

Scathach leaned back against the couch, resting her chin against her knuckles. "Occasionally. It's a simple way to observe the world. People reveal a great deal when they believe they are anonymous."

I exhaled through my nose, trying to play it off. "Alright. So you saw it. Big deal. It was just fanservice. Nothing serious."

"Fanservice," she repeated as if tasting the word. "You let thousands of strangers watch you squirm under Astolfo's teasing. You followed his lead. Played into the dynamic. Both of you are submissive to their every demand"

I frowned. "It's just—"

"Just what?" she interrupted smoothly. "Just fun? Just meaningless? Or just something you enjoyed more than you're willing to admit?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words got stuck in my throat. The way she was looking at me now—steady, patient, like she already had the answer and was waiting for me to catch up—it made my stomach twist.

"Renji."

That voice again.

Slow. Measured. Unshakable.

It sent a shiver down my spine.

She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, her presence wrapping around me like an invisible force.

"Take off your jacket."

I froze.

A rush of heat crawled up my neck, my mind scrambling for an excuse, a way out of this, but I couldn't look away from her eyes.

This wasn't a request.

I swallowed hard and slowly unzipped my jacket, slipping it off my shoulders and tossing it aside.

Her gaze flickered over me, assessing, calculating. She reached forward, fingertips brushing against my collarbone, tracing lightly down the exposed part of my chest.

"Soft," she murmured.

My breath caught.

"I never noticed before." She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Or perhaps I did, and I ignored it."

Her fingers lingered for a moment before she withdrew, leaning back again as if satisfied with her discovery.

"Mother…" I started, unsure where this was going.

She smiled, slow and knowing. "You act as if I don't see you, Renji. As if I don't notice the way you shift, the way you hesitate. You enjoy being pursued, don't you?"

I didn't answer. I didn't need to.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

Then, she reached forward again, this time gripping my chin lightly between her fingers, tilting my face up to meet her gaze.

"I'm going to teach you something," she said softly. "And you're going to listen."

Her touch was gentle, but there was an unmistakable authority behind it. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mix of fear and something else, something I couldn't quite identify.

"What... what do you want to teach me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Scathach smiled a slow, predatory grin that sent a jolt of electricity through me.

"Patience, Renji," she murmured. "All in good time."

She released my chin, leaning back in her chair and studying me intently.

"First, I want you to strip for me. Slowly. Let me see what you've been hiding."

I stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest. The idea of stripping for my own mother, of revealing my body to her, feels wrong on so many levels.

But there's a part of me, a small, traitorous part, that's intrigued by the idea. That wants to obey her command, to see the look in her eyes as she takes in my delicate, femboy-like features.

I swallow hard, my hands trembling slightly as I reach for the hem of my shirt.

"Renji," Scathach warns, her voice firm but not unkind. "Don't make me repeat myself."

With a deep breath, I pull my shirt off, tossing it aside. My chest is pale and smooth, my nipples small and pink. I can see the hunger in Scathach's eyes as she takes in the sight, and it sends a flush of heat through me.

"Beautiful," Scathach murmurs, her gaze roaming over my chest. "So delicate, so fragile." 

She leans forward, her fingers brushing against my collarbone. I shiver at her touch, my skin tingling where she's made contact.

"Keep going, Renji. I want to see all of you." I hesitate for a moment, then reach for the button of my jeans. My hands are shaking as I undo them, pushing them down along with my underwear. My small, shrunken penis springs free, and I can't help but blush at the sight. Scathach's eyes widen slightly, then narrow with a predatory gleam. 

"Well, well," she says, her voice low and husky. "It seems you've been keeping quite a few secrets from me, haven't you?" 

I bite my lip, unable to meet her gaze."I-I can explain-"

"Shh," Scathach interrupts, holding up a hand."No explanations are needed, Renji. I think I understand perfectly." 

She stands up, towering over me as she circles my naked form. Her eyes rake over every inch of me, taking in my small stature, my delicate features, my shrunken penis. 

"You're a little femboy, aren't you?" she says, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and something else, something darker. 

"A pretty little thing, just begging to be dominated." 

I shudder at her words, a part of me wanting to deny it, to insist that I'm not what she thinks. But another part, a larger part, knows that she's right. Knows that I've always craved this, always needed someone to take control, to make me submit. Scathach stops in front of me, her hand reaching out to cup my chin.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," she murmurs, her thumb brushing against my lower lip.

"I'm going to take good care of you. I'm going to teach you your place, and I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before." 

Her other hand trails down my chest, over my stomach, stopping just short of my penis. I gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

"But first," she continues her voice firm, "I want you to kneel for me. Show me that you understand your role."

I hesitate for a moment, my pride warring with my desire. But in the end, my need to submit wins out. I sink to my knees, my head bowed, my eyes fixed on the floor.

"Good boy," Scathach praises, her hand moving to pet my hair gently. "That's a good start."

She steps back, unbuttoning her blouse slowly, revealing a lacy bra underneath.

"Now, Renji," she says, her voice low and commanding, "I want you to crawl to me. Slowly."

I swallow hard but obey without hesitation. I crawl across the floor, my movements graceful and submissive. Scathach watches me, her eyes dark with desire. When I reach her, I sit back on my heels, looking up at her expectantly.

"Good," she murmurs, reaching out to trail her fingers along my jaw. "You're a natural at this, aren't you? Born to kneel and serve."

Her hand moves to the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly and pulling me forward.

"Now, open your mouth," she orders. "And keep it open until I tell you to close it."

I part my lips, my tongue darting out to moisten them nervously. Scathach smiles, a wicked glint in her eye.

"That's it," she whispers. "Just like that."

Scathach's other hand moves to the front of her pants, slowly unbuttoning them. 

I watch with wide eyes as she pushes them down, revealing a pair of lace panties underneath. The outline of her large, thick penis is visible, straining against the fabric.

My mouth waters at the sight, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through me. Scathach grips her shaft through the panties, squeezing it gently.

"Look at you," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. "So eager, so hungry for it."

She pulls her panties aside, revealing her massive, veiny penis. It's bigger than anything I've ever seen, and the sight of it makes me shudder with a mix of intimidation and excitement.

"Open wider, "she commands, positioning herself at my lips. "And don't you dare close your mouth until I'm finished."

I obey, parting my lips as wide as I can.

Scathach pushes forward, her massive penis sliding into my mouth. I gag immediately, my throat convulsing around her thick shaft. She ignores my discomfort, gripping my hair tightly and pushing herself deeper. Tears spring to my eyes as she fills my mouth, her length hitting the back of my throat and making me choke.

"Relax," she murmurs, her voice strained with pleasure. "Take it like a good boy."

I try to obey, forcing my jaw to unclench and my throat to relax. Slowly, I start to adjust to her size, my tongue working instinctively to pleasure her. Scathach groans, her hips starting to move in a slow, steady rhythm. She fucks my mouth gently at first, then with increasing force, her balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. I can feel her getting closer, her penis twitching and pulsing in my throat.

"That's it," she pants, her grip on my hair tightening.

Scathach's movements become erratic, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I can taste the saltiness of her precum on my tongue and feel the heat of her as she nears her climax.

"Renji," she moans, her voice strained. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum."

She pulls back slightly, her tip resting on my tongue. I look up at her, my eyes watering, my mouth open and ready. Scathach's face contorts with pleasure, her body tensing as she reaches her peak. 

Hot, thick streams of semen erupt from her penis, filling my mouth and coating my tongue. I swallow instinctively, my throat working to take in every drop. Scathach groans, her hips jerking forward as she empties herself into me. When she's finally finished, she pulls out, her penis glistening with saliva and semen.

Scathach stares down at me, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. I sit back on my heels, my mouth still open, a few drops of her cum dripping from my chin.

"Look at you," she says, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. "So messy, so used."

She reaches out, wiping the semen from my face with her thumb, then pushing it into my mouth.

"Clean up," she orders her tone firm but not unkind. I suck her thumb clean, my tongue swirling around it to get every last taste of her. When she pulls her thumb away, she smiles a slow, predatory grin.

"Good boy," she praises. "You've done well today, Renji. I'm proud of you."

She steps back, adjusting her clothing and looking down at me with a mix of affection and dominance.

"But don't think this is over," she warns, her voice low and husky.

"We're just getting started," she continues, her eyes gleaming with unspoken promises.

"I have so much more to teach you, so many ways to use this pretty little body of yours." She reaches down, gripping my chin and tilting my face up to meet her gaze.

"But for now," she says, her voice softening slightly, "I think it's time for a reward." 

She leans in, her lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss.

I can taste myself on her, the salty-sweet flavor of her cum mingling with the minty freshness of her breath. She pulls back after a moment, smiling down at me.

"Stay here," she orders, releasing my chin and turning to leave the room. "I'll be right back."

I watch her go, my heart racing and my body tingling with anticipation. I remain kneeling on the floor, my naked body on display, the evidence of our encounter still coating my face and chest.

Scathach returns a few minutes later, carrying a tray with a glass of water and a small plate of cookies. She sets it down on the coffee table in front of me.

"Here," she says, handing me the glass of water. "Drink. You need to stay hydrated."

I take the glass with trembling hands, gulping down the cool liquid gratefully. Scathach watches me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Good," she murmurs, taking the empty glass from me and setting it back on the tray."Now, for your reward."

She picks up the plate of cookies, holding one out to me.

"Open up," she commands, her voice firm but gentle. I obey, parting my lips and letting her place the cookie on my tongue. It's sweet and buttery, melting in my mouth as I chew. Scathach feeds me several more cookies, her fingers brushing against my lips with each bite.

As I finish the last cookie, Scathach sets the plate back on the tray and leans back in her chair, studying me intently. 

"You know," she says, her voice thoughtful, "I've always known you were special, Renji. But I never imagined you'd be this...delicate."

Her eyes rake over my naked form, taking in every inch of my petite, femboy-like features.

"It's a shame to cover you up," she murmurs, more to herself than to me. "Perhaps you should stay like this more often."

I blush at her words, a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through me. The idea of being constantly naked, constantly at her mercy, is both terrifying and thrilling. Scathach smiles as if reading my thoughts.

"Don't worry," she says, her voice soothing. "We'll take things slow. I'll teach you everything you need to know, everything you've always needed but never knew."

She stands up, walking around the coffee table to stand in front of me. Her eyes are filled with a mix of affection and dominance as she reaches out, running her fingers through my hair. 

"First lesson," she says, her voice low and commanding, "is obedience. You will do as I say when I say it. Without question, without hesitation."

She grips my hair tightly, tilting my head back to look up at her.

"Do you understand, Renji?" I swallow hard, my heart racing as I nod.

"Yes," I whisper. "I understand."

Scathach smiles a slow, satisfied grin.

"Good boy," she murmurs, releasing my hair and stepping back. "Now, stand up. And turn around."

I rise to my feet, my legs shaky and unsteady. I turn around slowly, presenting my back to her. Scathach moves behind me, her hands coming to rest on my hips.

"Bend over," she orders, her voice firm. 

I hesitate for a moment, then comply, bending at the waist and placing my hands on the coffee table for support. Scathach's hands slide from my hips to my buttocks, squeezing and kneading the flesh gently.

"Such a perfect little bottom," she murmurs, her fingers trailing along my crack. "So round, so firm."

I shudder as she touches me, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through me. Scathach spreads my cheeks apart, exposing my small, tight hole to the cool air of the room.

"And look at this," she says, her voice filled with wonder. "So tiny, so untouched."

I gasp as I feel something warm and wet press against my entrance. It takes me a moment to realize it's Scathach's tongue, licking and probing gently.

"Mmm," she hums, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my body. "You taste so good, Renji."

She continues to lick and suck at my hole, her tongue delving deeper with each pass. I moan softly, my hips rocking back against her face involuntarily. Scathach chuckles, the sound muffled by my flesh.

"Greedy little thing," she murmurs, pulling back for a moment. "Already begging for more."

Before I can respond, she plunges her tongue back in, fucking me with it in long, steady strokes. I cry out, my hands gripping the edge of the coffee table tightly as pleasure shoots through me. 

Scathach's hands knead my buttocks, spreading me wider, holding me open for her assault. She licks and sucks and probes, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Just as I'm about to cum, she pulls away, leaving me panting and shaking with need.

"Not yet," she says, her voice stern. "You don't cum until I say so. Understand?"

I nod, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Y-yes," I stammer, trying to regain control of my body. 

Scathach smiles, standing up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Good boy," she praises, patting my buttocks gently."You're learning." 

She walks around to the front of the coffee table, sits down in her chair, and spreads her legs wide. Her penis is hard again, standing tall and proud, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Come here," she orders, beckoning me with a crooked finger. "Sit on my lap, facing away from me." 

I hesitate for a moment, then comply, turning around and lowering myself onto her lap. Her penis presses against my backside, hot and hard. Scathach wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me close.

"Now," she murmurs, her breath hot against my ear, her voice low and commanding, "I want you to ride me. Slowly, at first. Let me feel every inch of you."

She guides my hips, helping me to lift up and then sink down onto her thick shaft. I moan as she fills me, stretching me wide around her girth. It hurts, but it's a good hurt, a delicious burn that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Scathach groans, her fingers digging into my hips as I start to move, lifting up and then sinking back down, over and over again.

"That's it," she encourages, her voice strained with pleasure. "Take what you need. Use me to pleasure yourself."

I increase my pace, bouncing on her lap with increasing enthusiasm. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with our moans and gasps of pleasure.

Scathach's hands roam over my body as I ride her, squeezing and kneading my flesh. She pinches my nipples, twisting them gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin. Her other hand snakes down, wrapping around my small, hard penis and stroking it in time with my movements.

"Look at you," she pants, her hips jerking up to meet mine. "So beautiful, so perfect. My little femboy, my pretty little toy."

Her words send me spiraling closer to the edge, my movements becoming frantic and erratic. Scathach's grip on my penis tightens, her strokes becoming faster, more insistent.

"Cum for me, Renji," she orders, her voice firm and commanding."Cum all over my hand, my lap. Mark me as yours."

With a cry, I obey, my body convulsing as I spill my release onto her fingers.

As I slump against her, panting and shaking, she lifts her hand to her mouth, sucking my cum off her fingers with a satisfied groan.

"Delicious," she murmurs, her eyes locked on mine. "You taste even better than I imagined."

She wraps her arms around me, holding me close as she continues to thrust into me from below. I can feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. 

"Renji," she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum."

She buries her face in my neck, biting down gently as she reaches her peak. I can feel her hot, thick semen filling me, coating my insides. We stay like that for a long moment, panting and trembling in each other's arms, the evidence of our passion dripping down my thighs.

Slowly, Scathach pulls out of me, her softening penis slipping from my well-used hole. I whimper at the loss, my body feeling empty and hollow. 

She lifts me off her lap, setting me gently on the couch beside her. I can feel her semen leaking out of me, trickling down my thighs. Scathach watches a satisfied smile on her face.

"Look at that," she murmurs, her finger tracing the path of her cum. She brings her finger to my lips, pressing it against them gently.

"Clean yourself up, Renji," she orders, her voice soft but firm. "Taste what I've given you."

I hesitate momentarily, then part my lips, taking her finger into my mouth. I suck it clean, savoring the salty, slightly bitter flavor of her semen. Scathach groans, her eyes darkening with desire as she watches me.

"Good boy,"