1. Pissing on the Zombie Bitches - Chapter 7


    Date: 11/20/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Mili, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    fighting back zombies. "Come on!" I said, patting the thick, firmly stretched fabric above the boat. "This should catch your fall!" She looked down with a squeasy expression, but soon realized there was no better solution under the circumstances. For a moment, her face disappeared from the balcony. Minutes later, zombies already piling up around us, she came back, heaving a suitcase over the balustrade and landing it on top of the boat. Another one followed. And another. I wondered if she had packed in her whole home and half expected furniture to follow, hoping that at least one of the suitcases would contain something edible. Finally, she climbed the balustrade herself, clinging to it for dear life as she looked down at us afraid. "Come on, jump!" Rebekka screamed, sweating and panting from swinging her scimitar at the zombies and eager to get out of there. With a shrill scream she finally let go and landed, bottoms up, on top of the boat. I climbed up to see if she had hurt herself and stopped, staring baffled at her. The skirt of the dirndl had blown up from the fall, baring her naked legs and crotch, and the shaved, trimmed, neat cock and balls she sported. The lady was a transvestite. "Uh..." was all I managed to say, when Becky called for me again, pulling me out of my stupor. "Come on," I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the boat as we ran down the street around a few corners. When we were far enough that I felt sure the zombies wouldn't be following us ...
    anymore, we paused and caught our breath. "I'm Anna," I said, leaning against the side of a house, panting, "and this is my wife Rebekah." I pointed at Becky who peeked cautiously around the corner, keeping a look out. "A... Antonia," she introduced herself. "But everyone calls me Toni." She was small, especially considering she was born a man, at least 10 cm shorter than me, and had slim, fine features, big brown eyes that matched her hair in colour and a nice tan. Her hair was carefully braided and her dress was clean and fit her nicely, pushing her breasts up into the fullest cleavage I've ever seen. I nodded. "And you're... I mean... I guess you prefer the female version of your name?" I stumbled, not quite knowing how to address the issue. She smiled coyly. "Well," she said. "I'm a T-girl, so I like to be treated like a lady. I just have something extra." Rebekah spun around and stared at her, trying to figure out if she really meant what it sounded like. "Uh, so you're a guy?" she finally said, not very diplomatically. She smiled. "I feel like a girl," she said. "But I like having a dick, so if that makes me a guy for you, then I guess that's alright too." Becky shrugged. "Doesn't matter," she said. "What's more important is how we get our stuff back. And that boat." "I didn't even know it was there," Antonia replied. "It's been locked in the barn all the time I've been employed there." She must have seen the puzzled expression on our face when she explained: "Ah, I've just ...
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