"Who Even Are You, Anyway?" (Patreon)

“Please go out with me!”

You stand before the girl you like, your heart in your throat.

Megan Jones stares at you for a long moment, looking surprised. Then, the black girl sighs, folding her arms under her heavy breasts, each one almost the size of her head. She’s a tall girl, who has to look down to see you. Not only that, but she’s quite a bit broader then you, her strong body brimming with tight muscles.

“That’s what you asked to speak to me in private to say?” The black girl sounds a little amused. “Who even are you, anyway? There’s like a million dudes just like you on campus, guy.” She plays with her long black ponytail idly, clearly already bored.

“Oh…” She doesn’t remember you at all. “I’m… Uh, we worked together on a group project for Sapphic Studies…”

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, that project. See, I forgot you were even in my group. There was that chick, Daisy, whose shirt was so stretched that I could see her bra every time. Why would you think I was looking at you?”

Ah, right. Naturally, you’re not surprised that Megan was looking at Daisy’s tits. The black girl before you is wearing a short skirt, with a very visible bulge in the front. She’s a futanari, and quite a well-endowed one. Exactly your type, but apparently the feeling isn’t mutual.

“Well…” You can already tell that this is a disaster. Might as well get your money’s worth. “I just… Would you maybe want to get a meal sometime?”