**Someone had requested I do a Futa story but never gave me a specific premise to go by so I conjured up something in my free time while watching old movies. Don’t know if this one will be popular but if y’all like it I’ll write more! Enjoy (;** — - — On a rainy day in an alleyway we’ve all seen in a nightmare before, college star pitcher Mary Mitten drunkenly leaves a party her teammates had convinced her to attend. Earlier that day she’d been chewed out by her two year long girlfriend for falling behind on her grades. Between the long training sessions and work out schedule She’d promised her she would take school much more seriously but the temptation for a fun night with her team and the promise of liquor was too strong. *I deserve one night out. It wont be so bad,* she thought, knowing it was only a short walk away from the campus. Mary figured if anything was to happen she could easily stroll back home. *Just a quick break. Susie won’t know…* But seven shots of something intense and two beers later, Mary ends up taking a shortcut to take a quick leak. Usually she would never be caught dead this late all alone. But wearing her red varsity jacket and new running shoes she manages to toughen up and make her legs move fast enough to find a secluded shadowy spot behind a dumpster. Fiddling with her belt Mary’s cute nose scrunches at the sour stench of milkshakes and Chinese food spoiling in the dumpster. The smell was enough to wake her a little but as she unzipped her pants to release her secret meaty third leg a warmth returned to her mind. Being a Futa Mary always knew she was built differently. She was stronger and faster than other girls. Could gain an impressively fit physique with no problems. And made a name for herself at all her games since senior year. All thanks to her amazing *perfect* genes. Dangling freely Mary palms her thick Futahood and sighs as the release of pressure brought her back to simple bliss. Black boots stealthily approach the unaware Jock as she pissed without a care in the world. Slender fingers in black leather gloves flexed as the quiet figure crouched a little on their knees to look between Mary’s parted legs. Besides a soft throbbing dick that was around five inches with a lot of girth, the ginger girl’s bull balls hung heavily a few inches from the base of her cock. Sharp grey eyes squinted in delight at the size of the nuts as they swayed in their sack, being jostled by Mary as she finished up. Singing *Eenie Meenie Miny Moe,* under their breath the silent eyes would look back and forth between the two thick swinging testicles. They were hairless and too fat to hang evenly—it only took a few seconds to see that lucky lefty is the biggest out of the two jumbo eggs. So with lightning quick aim leather fingers wrap around the saggiest nut before they could be stashed away. Even in her drunk headspace Mary knew something very wrong was happening… “Huh?! What the-AH! Hey! Let…*oh god.* OH GOD!” Screaming into the foggy California night Mary looked down to see the cruel fingers holding Mary’s lonely ball spin it around until they found what they were looking for. Rooting around in the ultra sensitive back of the testicle they’d find the fragile chords connecting the organ to the clueless woman. Then, before she could turn around, the attacker squeezed. And Unfortunately for Mary…they squeezed *Hard.* Sucking in a deep breath the Voice of a beautiful soprano leaves the mouth of a doomed athlete. “AUHHK!” The delicate leather hand immediately stretches the hostage nut away from its owner’s frantic clawing hands. Managing to grasp only one ball Mary still squirms pathetically as her stolen nut screamed for its rescue. *What the fuck—What’s happening?! One! I have one in my had but oh god…they have my other nut!* screaming In her own head Mary froze as she felt the harsh leather sinking into her pink skin. This is when the begging starts. “Please! My nut-That’s my NUT! Let go of it!” The fun drunk haze turned into a cold sweat as feminine giggles fills her ears from behind. It was a chick! A fucking normal girl had her by the balls? An incredible anger rose in her heart. She was an athlete, a cherished evolution of biology! Not some weak boy or girl. “*Shhh* Let me tell you something interesting.” Flicking the taut scrotum like a guitar string Mary shudders out a low groan. The whisperer with their free hand traces a gloved finger along the edge of the quivering orb. So delicate and shining from the fear sweating out of Mary’s pores. This person could feel this Futa’s entire world coming to an end. Her stronger than life mentality cracking every second they held on tight to this silly organ. “When things come in pair it’s usually because they’re seen as valuable. If you lose one you have one more as a backup. A second chance. Even balls follow this valuable law. If you lose one you always have the other one.” Pulling the trapped ball closer the stranger grinned as Mary’s shaking hands clutched her smaller testicle tighter. Protected…but abandoning its poor sister. “But with balls this big you only need to grab one to beat someone like you instantly. Meaning, no more second chances for you baby~” Growling Mary musters up all the strength she has left and begins to push back. *This bitch ain’t going to get away with this. I’m a fucking star. I’m the one she needs to be afraid of!* “I said let GOAHHHH—NOOOO!” Eyes crossing and feeling something change forever within her favorite anatomy, Mary reaches for the flashing lights of lightning and doom as the deadly predator from behind landed the killing blow. One punch is all it took to turn a powerful Futa into a crying mewling banshee. Leather knuckles against a rubbery huge swollen ball that’s tanking the stomach turning blow all by itself? The winner is obvious with a- — - — *CRUNCH* Charlie knows she has a temper. Her grandfather always said that Viking blood ran cold through her soul and that her red hair was a sign of that infernal rage. When she was younger it was easier to brush off as a joke. Sometimes she even laughed to go along. Never releasing that caged bear. But now she wasn’t so sure she wanted to keep that beast chained anymore. Landing a heavy uppercut between the tallest greasers legs she easily grinds his unimpressive little sack against his asscheek. His dangling body fell over her shoulder and squealed as she pushed her knuckles in deeper to leave him with a reminder of her. “Get off!” She yells and throws him to the side in time to dodge a jab. *Every other month some new biker gang who just love to cause some chaos tend to find themselves in this orange lit low atmosphere bar. Stupid punks whose balls have just dropped for the first time and now they think they can boss everyone around. And Somehow, every time one of them tries it, I’m the one who puts a stop to it.* tightening her jaw in case she misses she lets her body do the talking. Knocking his jab aside she grabs him by his T-shirt collar and pulls him in closer with the point of her right knee slipping between his and smashing his balls into next week. The hit shocks him still, just long enough for another knee to put those eggs in critical condition. “UGKK!” “Stay down.” Letting him slide down her leg she turned to face two guys being hesitant. Their slicked black hair made the angry woman scuff in annoyance. “Which one is going to say sorry?” The looks at the short one. “How about you?” “Fuck you!” The shorter greaser pulls out a switchblade and the police training really turns on. Going completely silent Charlie’s piercing blue eyes focus only on the man’s stance. “Don’t get close!” Stabbing forward Charlie doesn’t stop running. Instead she lifts her arm to let the man’s forward thrust graze her blue button up. *What the…She’s fast?!* Tearing a slash into the fabric but misjudging her boldness, the would be killer’s life flashes before his eyes as the clenched fist of a Viking girl broke his nose with a single punch— a pain he couldn’t pay attention to due to the even sharper sensation coming from his left knee folding inward as her high top sneaker kicks it out of place. A *SNAP* and a few seconds later he’s crashing through a small wooden table covered in half empty beer bottles. “…Holy shit.” Looking at his fallen buddies the hulking member of the gang paused and questioned if this was worth it. Everyone that ever met him always said he was too good to be used by these guys. They were bad people who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. When one of them had slapped the waitress’s ass he frowned but didn’t say anything in her defense. It wasn’t until this firecracker of a woman strode up to their pool game that he knew something needed to change. He wanted to do better. Maybe even go to church and start praying to the lord again. “Okay lady,” Lowering his fists he begins to apologize, “I’m so—“ but can’t over the sudden screaming that deafens his ears. At first he was confused, not knowing where that frighting screeching was coming from…and then he realized it was coming from him. Grabbing one of the pool sticks while the last guy was staring at all his withering pals Charlie takes the opportunity to grab the skinner side and score a home run as the heavier end of the stick scoops the big man’s hairy proud balls into his screaming throat. Charlie felt the vibration of the wooden stick flattening those powerful organs that leave him so weak and trapped. She didn’t need to swing again because the first one alone scrambled something permanently. She saw the confusion on his face before realizing he was the one making the noise. His knees crossed inwards and his massive hands that have won many fights pathetically cradled his busted sack. Seeing a wet spot forming at the tip of his quickly softening outlined cock made Charlie smirk. She wasn’t 100% positive that the others would remember this night. After all those chasers and nipple shots she watched them drown in had made her forget full nights before. But she was damn sure this big fella’s whipped ballsack will always remember her deadly swing. Wiping sweat off her freckle face she lets the pool stick clatter on cue with the big guy toppling over to curl into a sobbing ball of pity. On another night she would have gone further to check if he had anything worth saving but an electrical peep from her pager. *Shit. It’s work. That’s never a good sign...* Checking the device on her hip she breathed heavily through her nose and turned to look at the timid waiter. She was cute. Large round glasses with brown eyes. Her water bed boobs made her low collar shirt distracting but the braces that she tries to hide with a tight lip smile whenever they locked gazes made Charlie enjoy her company. No one messes with the kindhearted Lilly and gets away with it. Slapping a few bills onto the table Charlie gives Lilly a wink. “Keep the change. As for the rest of you,” putting on her black leather jacket she flashes her badge to anyone conscious enough to be able to think about anything besides their broken bodies. “I’ll Leave everyone here with a warning that I’ll only say once. If I see any of you punks in here again or out on the streets harassing anyone like that again…” Pointing a finger at the biggest member of their crew dry heaving she smiles. “You’re fucking balls are dead.” — - — Finding an empty phone booth a drenched Charlie dialed her trusty homicide partner Marge Harrow. For five years she’s figured out the code to understanding the older woman’s way of thinking. Marge being in her late 60’s used to make Charlie worry, thinking the older woman would fall behind in investigations but somehow she was always the first eyes at the scene. “I want a goddamn vanilla cake but instead I get a strawberry fuck show.” Marge grumbled into the phone after the second ring. “Messy?” Charlie asked, lighting a cigarette as the rainy clouds overhead just got harsher. “How many bodies?” “…Just one. Some rich upcoming college star batter. Huge name Futa.” Smoking a cigarette on her end as well, Marge watches as more officers arrive to help tape off the area. Flashing red and blue lights illuminated the grey haired short woman. Her suspenders keeping her slacks from sliding off. Her long grey coat got damp on the edges as she walks away from the crime scene with a pale look. “Gang related?” Scrunching her eyebrows Charlie could hear the worry in her voice. *Marge never gets worried* “what’s happening over there?” Taking a big inhale to calm her nerves Marge felt her loose saggy balls shrivel and struggle to pull themselves up. Patting her hand against her thigh Marge clears her throat and gave the news. “I think we may have a serial killer on the loose…and they’re targeting anyone with balls.”