Corruption Runs Deep

By Futa Contractor

Jillian is an average college student with ambitions to get a hold of life and make it her own. She is a lover of anime and manga, and finds herself one morning in the college library using a public computer after hers decided to give up the ghost. Upon browsing her favorite website for updates on current anime and manga events she finds herself viewing lewd pictures of Futanari women with large horse erections. Feeling horrified she runs leave the library as quickly as possible, to only be confronted by a mysterious Gothic woman who laughs at Jillian and tells her that she was a horse cock lover. After a crazy night, Jillian awakens to find herself cursed with a horse cock herself. She then sets out to find a solution to her growing problem. Hopefully she doesn't fall into the trap of the witches spell and finds the cure for herself before her time runs out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Futa Contractor
• Release date: Nov 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370034857

Futa Contractor

Hello I am the Futanari Contractor.I go by Futa Contractor here online and have been writing stories of Futanari Erotica Novels for over three years now. I found the fetish within the past five years and grew tired of some of the work I read over and over to use for my... ahem, recreational time. Growing tired of the characters and story design I decided to put some of my writing training into works of Erotica that I found exciting. After getting the guts to publish some of them online on sites like Literotica and Futanari Palace, I found that the public enjoyed the work I had written.I then attended many writing lectures and classes and attempted to integrate many of the teachings into my works, and have seen the progression of story changes and character changes. With that I decided to take my online published chapters, bundle them into eBooks, and sell them to the masses. I worked closely with Fenoxo creating a porting tool to bring his games to both iOS and Android and he supported me with sharing my publications to his amassed following. With a positive outpouring from the community I have decided to try and make my move towards becoming a full time author.I have decided to try and add an incentive to my writing career by first starting with you, my reader. With pledges that can help push me and encouragement from the community, I will get new content pushed out as quickly and efficiently as possible. Depending on the amount of pledges I will adjust my work load to include new chapters and even drawings from commissioned artists. There will be new chapters monthly and of course, depending on your pledge, access to other chapters and books I have already published.This entire career starts with you, my followers and family. I will make sure that you are priority in my work and I promise to make sure that you get the best bang for your buck (all puns intended). With enough time, patience, and income I promise to become the full time Futanari (and other fetish) Erotica Author you all deserve.With that I give you my love and gratitude for any help you provide in allowing me to consider pursuing this career. I will cherish our time together and hope to hear from many of you. If you are interested to continue to push my work further please feel free to Visit my patreon and get exclusive bundles and packages you won't find anywhere else online!Futa Contractor

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Corruption Runs Deep

Author Futa Contractor

Corruption Runs Deep

By Futa Contractor

Copyright 2016 Futa Contractor

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

Chapter 2 – Don’t Think About Chances We’re Taking

Chapter 3 – We made Plans to Do Unbreakable

Chapter 4 – What at Once Just Seemed the Impossible

Chapter 5 – We’ve been Searching for A Lifetime

Chapter 6 – Riding On the Fumes That Spark Us

Chapter 7 – Magazines and Empty Distractions

Chapter 8 – We Held Hands to Face the Uncomfortable Cold

Chapter 9 – When We Try to Think of the Life Inside

Chapter 10 – While Igniting Dreams

Chapter 11 – Now Makes Perfect Sense

Chapter 1 - Mistakes We Knew We Were Making

My heart beat inside my chest heavily as I finished the climb to the top story of the library for their public computers on campus.  It was the most humiliating experience knowing that you once had a working laptop but a little spilt coffee and now you were forced to sit next to the guy who was mostly bald aside from the sickly thin ponytail sticking out the back of his fat head.  The pimples that covered his body were clear and present on the base of his neck though most of that would be covered with a wispy beard that didn’t cover half of his cheeks or upper lip, and the smell of sweat could penetrate any article of clothing you had.  I frowned as I looked down the rows of open computers to use.  I had one hour in the library to get my school work done… but honestly after having to walk from my dorm to the library the inspiration to actually finish a school assignment was sapped from me like some evil madman zapped me with an energy draining ray gun.

I settled on the computer furthest away from Sir Stinks-a-Lot, as I titled him of course, only to find him staring down at me over the hands of the other typists.  I felt myself grow red faced as I realized he had his eyes locked with my smaller breasts.  What the hell... seriously?  I adjusted my frumpy sweatshirt to try and cover myself from his leering eyes and scooted as far forward into the retaining cubicle as I could so he couldn’t get even more sick pleasure out of watching me do school work.  I rested my chin in my open palm and settled my elbow onto the desk.  My right hand went to work on the mouse as I idled over the concept of logging onto the school portal.  I closed my eyes removed my hand from my chin and began to type in the URL field.  When I opened them I found the title of my favorite anime forum board plastered on the screen.  Dammit looks like today wasn’t going to be a productive day after all.  I scrolled lazily along the titles.  I didn’t want to bother with logging into the computer, since first off it wasn’t my own, but it seemed that someone else used this site because all of the links were purpled out.  I sighed as I followed a few of the top rated.  They changed every hour so you didn’t know what new and exciting manga or shows were going to be coming out soon.  With online video I could practically watch any one of them I wanted for free and wouldn’t have the obligation of paying for a cable channel to only get a billion ads thrown at me… that and I was getting too cheap for Netflix.  The scenario of a broke college student rang true in my ears every time someone talked about making ramen noodles a high end cuisine of their week.  For me it had become cereals in mass produced bags that were the staple of my diet, either that or flavorless bulk oatmeal.  That is probably how I kept myself so thin.

I felt my cheeks burn red as I realized there was a drawing of some oversized but hunky anime man on my screen.  I looked left and right to make sure no one was watching over my shoulder as I closed the link down.  I couldn’t stand the idea of someone knowing that I was secretly admiring a drawing of a character that would never be real.  Real people were nasty though.  It would be so much better if some online character could become real and walk with me.  I could talk with him and be content feeling his hand press into my palm and I could rest my chin on his chest while we talked the day away under a breezy tree.  I sighed as the next picture of the hunk faded as I closed the link.  I could only wish… but sadly none of it would come true.  Just as the image fell away another image was filling the entire screen.  A beautiful interpretation of a woman in the new age digital style manga filled my view, but I became aware that the coloration was mostly flesh.  She had blue gray hair that fell in long strands over her shoulders and touched the tops of full breasts.  Her middle was fit and slim.  She was sitting but her legs were spread apart open and inviting and between them hung one of the most realistic depictions of a horse cock I had ever seen in my entire life, and I had only seen one or two from accidental glimpses online when doing a research paper here or there.  I felt my cheeks turn even redder and I quickly tried to click the close link.  In my haste however I clicked the slideshow button.  It began to scroll through the next few pictures of the woman.  Bending forward stroking the tool, standing against a wall the tip pressed up against the underside of her breasts, white cream splashing over her stomach as she lay on her back touching herself… I let out a squeak and pressed the power button to the computer.  What an idiot.  How could I have missed the button?

I stood up from the chair and hung my head in shame as I began to leave the library.  I didn’t even care if the nasty bearded wonder was staring at me.  I didn’t care if anyone noticed the fact I hadn’t even been at the terminal for more than five minutes before audibly squeaking, turning off the computer, and leaving immediately.  I felt so horrible.  I crossed my arms around my middle as though trying to keep the butterflies from bursting out of my insides, and I made my way to the exit of the library.  Someone was blocking the entrance and if I hadn’t been hanging my head looking at the ground I probably would have rammed right into them.  Black shoes with silver spiked studs filled my vision.  I stopped abruptly and looked up to find myself face to face with an extremely pale skinned woman.  She had stark blue eyes and black hair that fell in curls around her face.  An odd style of hair for a gothic woman, but somehow it suited her well.  Her body was gorgeous however, almost on par with the woman I had just -- I felt my insides flutter again at the thought of the woman jerking a horse cock on the computer.  This goth girl did however have an extremely nice body.  From breasts that caught even my attention, to a narrow waist, and flaring hips that only screamed to be touched.  I shivered feeling so ashamed of everything about the day.  I deserved to sit in my dorm alone tonight and do nothing but pout.

The goth girl stepped aside and watched me as I tried to slip past her.  She leaned forward and I felt the heat from her body radiate onto my arm.  I looked up at her to find her luscious full lips inches from my cheek.  She parted them invitingly and licked just the top lip and spoke the following words that bored themselves into my very soul, Fucking horse cock loving bitch.  I squeaked again and covered my face with my hands.  I darted from the room trying not to look at anyone else as I ran from the library.  I needed to get my laptop fixed so this wouldn’t happen again… but I was so broke that even the idea of fixing it became absurd.

The next day I went to my classes like normal, I considered getting dressed up today to go places, but the normal in the area had become one of two standards for the women because of winter.  Either sweats or sluts.  One of the options was beyond my wardrobe and comfort zone, so sweats was pretty much everything I dared to wear.  Especially after yesterday I couldn’t stand to be noticed by anyone until a few weeks went by.  I couldn’t tell if anyone else had seen me accidentally click the link to the slideshow or if it was just the goth.  I felt myself shiver and I gripped a hand at the backpack strap on my shoulder that held the books I needed for the day.  I had two classes so it wasn’t a huge deal to get them over with and fade away at home.  Luckily my parents were willing to put out the money for school and the dorm, and I got a cash allowance of twenty dollars a week for food.  We weren’t rich, but it was the best they could do to help get my feet on the ground.  I stayed thin as I tried to cut back on food to scrape by anything extra to help out where I could on the school payments, but that was life.  If I ever felt like I was going to pass out from starvation a small zip lock of cheerios could do wonders.

I reached down into the pouch on my sweater and pulled out a small handful of the food I could afford and began to nibble on them like a child, when a familiar voice whispered in my ear, I bet you wish that a horse cock could cum into a bowl of cheerios just so you could gobble it down.  I felt my whole body flush with fear.  I turned on my heel to see the goth smiling at me.  She was a few inches taller than me and it made her even more intimidating.  That and she had the most knock out body of a woman I had ever seen in person and not in a magazine.  Honestly why did she take pleasure in torturing me when she could get picked up by any modeling agency.  I went to say something to her but felt myself at a loss of words.  I choked on the mouthful of cheerios I had and coughed turning away from her and ran away ashamed of being so stupid.

I went through class completely distracted.  The idea of this girl making fun of me for accidentally clicking a link to see more lewd pictures was absurd.  This was college, there was no place for me to get made fun of over this.  I shivered as the images flooded back into my mind.  Before I knew it the lecture was over and I was uncomfortably turned on without meaning to be.  I was not attracted to the idea of a horse cock on a woman.  That was disgusting and filthy beyond any of my wildest dreams.  I tried to be pure and maintained my virginity happily.  I didn’t even get tempted to go out to the bars with the students from the dorm, though that did have something to do with money.  Not completely though, I knew most of those girls were sluts and would bang anything that could fill them.

I slammed a palm to my forehead that was now breaking out in a cold sweat.  I couldn’t get these images out of mind.  First the horse cocked wonder, to the sexy goth, to the girls in the dorm riding anything, to the horse cock again.  My head was swimming and I had to take a chair outside my next lecture.  I had to