Literotic asexstories – Living and Mind Control Ch. 01 by Lookingforthis,Lookingforthis
Oh, and Mind Control. That too.
Kinks: Incest, Mind Control, Harem, Romance, Furry, Anthros, Human Main Character, eventual impregnation, etc.
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“The world that we live in didn’t come into being out of nothing,” mrs. Hedwig said as she paced around the classroom, “It came about as the result of the decisions of a few people. It also came about as the result of the decisions of many people. And It also came about as the result of no decision.”
She was a porcupine woman, or a “Pinny” as the slang word for her kind was. She was a woman in her thirties, married, and was as prim and proper as a teacher could be.
Or at least Michael thought so.
“You think she has quills down there?” his friend Justine snickered at his side.
Being that Hedwig was barely five feet tall, Michael’s eyes had to travel far to sort of look at the place in question. And, honestly? Mrs. Hedwig’s crotch didn’t look any different than anyone else through her clothing.
“Maybe they are soft?” Michael wondered back as his mind filled with possibilities.
“If they are, I bet she stiffens them up, just because,” his friend replied.
“She’s not that bad,” Michael whispered back. In response, his friend made a disgusted face at him.
Porcupine people weren’t exactly the most popular of individuals, but the sheer amount of suppositions that other species had about them was just ludicrous.
“Don’t tell me you are sweet on her,” his friend whispered back and Michael had to sigh.
“Do I have to be?” he groused and the fact that the whole class went quiet immediately let him know that something was wrong.
“Mr. Yokebreaker, Mr. Fanning, care to tell the class what you are talking about?” mrs. Hedwig tilted a carefully slicked and sharp eyebrow.
“Ah, no, no, we were just talking about what you were saying is all,” Justine was quick to reply.
“And what was I talking about?” mrs. Hedwig asked.
“Something about…history?” Justine half stated half asked.
“…see me after class Mr. Fanning,” the porcupine woman told him before turning to Michael, “What about you Mr. Yokebreaker?”
Michael cringed in his seat as he felt every single eye on him.
He hated this. He hated being the center of attention. He hated being the one to stand out!
Stupid Justine!
In the end, he had nothing to say.
So he said nothing.
“…see me after class as well Mr. Yokebreaker,” mrs. Hedwig sighed before turning around.
“As I was saying,” she continued, “The Seven Piece Nation came about out of factors our ancestors both controlled and didn’t. Add interdimensional physics, or what people used to call ‘magic’, into the mix and it’s hard to distinguish the two..”
Michael grumbled as he slunk back into his seat.
He already knew this. He had read the whole textbook even before the first week of class was done.
He could have given an answer. He could have not…been the ignorable nothing he usually was. Why was he always like this?
Even Justine managed to say something!
“What a bitch, am I right?” his friend whispered to him when he thought that Mrs. Hedwig wasn’t looking.
“I suppose.” Michael allowed, if only because he was in no mood to fight. It was his fault anyway!
“And you still like her?” he asked again.
“I don’t,” Michael started to hiss out but stopped himself when he felt that his teacher was starting to perk up in his direction.
He allowed the moment to pass and, a few minutes later, he responded.
“Not her in particular,” Michael responded to his friend, “Just…I don’t mind Porcupine people.”
“But they have quills everywhere,” Justine answered back.
“Yeah, and you like to take mud baths,” Michael shot back.
“Hey, that’s for medical reasons,” his friend hissed back, pausing when he also felt their teacher sort of pay attention to them.
“…Besides,” he whispered after a while, “You obviously haven’t seen pig girls in mud. Yum.”
Michael’s friend Justine was, as it happened, a hog boy.
They were both eighteen years old and attending Mintcone High in Sundane. Fall was fast approaching and the stable biome that they lived in was not overly affected by interdimensional storms like in some places.
That meant that people didn’t have to regiment themselves as much, which allowed species to indulge in their natural past times.
Like mud bathing.
“I’ve seen them too,” Michael grumbled.
“…so?” Justine asked.
Michael always hated being the center of attention. He couldn’t help it; there was always a part of him that felt anxious when people looked up to him. Like his friend was doing right now.
The difference was that he knew he could live up to his friend’s expectations.
“They look good,” Michael ended up capitulating to his friend.
The shake of victory that Justine gave his hand, made them draw Mrs. Hedwig’s full attention again, and it was all they could do for the rest of the class to not be constantly put on the spot.
“But seriously, I didn’t think you’d like porcupine girls,” Justine said after school. They hadn’t gotten detention this time, but Mrs. Hedwig had given them a stern talking-to.
“Why not?” Michael asked as he hefted his bag. And the truth was that while he didn’t see their teacher in any particular way, her face was slim, her eyes were large, and her quills were bright red. He couldn’t help it; In his mind she was attractive.
“Because you are human?” Justine said as if it were obvious.
And that was the other thing.
Michael’s species.
“I mean, I like pig girls too?” Michael defended himself. It was an irrational thing to do, given how unintentional such observations were, but he always had to keep himself from acting upon them.
“Well, yeah, but everyone should like pig girls,” Justine replied as if it were obvious. Completely ignoring Michael’s anxiousness.
And that right there was the reason that they were friends; Justine was completely impervious to Michael’s weirdness.
“I mean, it’s not like I have statistics or anything to back this up, right?” Justine continued as they walked, “But I would be willing to bet anything that the species who other races most shag up with is us pigs.”
“Huh-uh,” Michael said with disbelief.
“And, more over-” he pushed on, “-the race most humans willingly end up with!”
“I mean, wouldn’t you?” he ended with a knowing smirk.
“I suppose,” Michael noncommittally said. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind ending up with some nice chubby pig girl, “But…I think I could say that about all species.”
The look Justine gave him made him fidget uncomfortably.
“So, is that a human thing,” Justine began to ask, “Or-”
“It’s a “me” thing,” Michael harshly replied. And then, with a bit more doubt, “…I think.”
It’s not like he had given it any particular thought, but it was indeed the case that there wasn’t a single female from any species that didn’t do it for him in some way or form.
“Huh, well, it’s a good thing I suppose,” Justine shrugged, “I mean, coercion has been banned for a while, so more humans being willing to be with the greater races can only be a good thing.”
“Yeah thanks,” Michael rolled his eyes, “It’s good to know that I am being appreciated for what’s hanging between my legs.”
“I mean, I’ve seen what humans carry between their legs,” Justine snarked, “Honestly? Not impressed. But then not many can compete with the ‘Swirl’.”
“I’ve read that girls prefer girthy dicks rather than long swirly ones,” Michael shot back, the obscene topic making him faaar more at ease.
“Slander!” Justine said, “Slander and lies!”
“Oh?” Michael rose to the bait. Or, rather, he only hesitated for a second before raising to the bait.
Justine was his friend after all, right?
“Why don’t we ask your mom?” Michael said and, for a second, worried that he had made a crucial mistake.
“Ptffff, why don’t we ask yours,” The hog boy shot back, “I mean, you can’t tell me a big hunky cow like her hasn’t had a buffet of dicks all her life!”
“Your pig girls are the ones that have husbands on a contractual basis,” Michael pointed out, “Isn’t this the second year of your current stepfather?”
“Oh please,” Justine waved the issue off as if it didn’t matter, “That contract ended last summer. Now she’s a pure virginal single mother again.”
“Well, my own hasn’t had anyone,” Michael said, smiling victoriously.
“What about before you got adopted?” Justine asked.
And just like that, Michael’s good mood evaporated.
“What?” Justine asked as Michael started walking away, “What’s going on?”
“Hey, what did I say!” Justine ran to Michael.
“Dude, did I go too far?” Justine asked Michael as he grabbed him by the shoulder.
And it was all Michael could do to not punch him in the eye.
But in the end, Justine was his friend.
“I…just don’t like talking about the life mom had before,” Michael finally replied.
“Ah, really?” Justine tilted his head, “-But I could have sworn we talked about it before.”
“…maybe,” Michael allowed, “I don’t know, sometimes it’s not cool. Sometimes it really bugs me I guess.”
“Oh, sorry bud,” Justine replied.
And so they walked in silence for a while more.
“But I still think your mom is fuckable as fuck,” Justine said after a while.
Actually making Michael laugh.
“No, I am serious,” Justine went on, “Listen, she might not be a pig girl, but a cow like her? Oh wee, she is one mud bath away from me from proposing a husband contract to her!”
“Uh,” Michael considered that, “What would your mom say if I presented one to her?”
Justine raised a hand, a quip ready in his mouth before he paused.
And then closed his mouth.
And lowered his finger.
“Hmmm,” Justine actually thought about it, “The deviation index in my family is not that bad.”
“So you know what?” he smirked, “Ma doesn’t have to give you the time of day.”
Ah, the deviation index.
Michael was informed that most humans hated it and what role it made them have in society. The fact was that no species could infinitely breed within their own without at some point undergoing horrible transformations. No species, that is, except humans.
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