PromptMania 14 - Prompt 1 (Futa/Futa, Castration, Wedding)

Prompt - A "Traditional" futa wedding... the "tradition" being that the smaller of the two futas is castrated as part of the ceremony, before/while the marriage is consummated (also in front of the guests, of course).

Note - As always, this story is apart of a prompt challenge collection where I do as many prompts as I can in a single day. I do not put these stories through a rigorous spelling and grammar check, and they are all in one take with no rewrites. Errors may be prevalent. These are made for practice and fun. Thank you for understanding, and happy reading!

ALL CHARACTERS FEATURED ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18!!!

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Eloise and Janet stood before the crowd in their beautiful white gowns, a bright smile on both their faces. Between them, the priest recited the final passages from the small book in his hands, closing it and rising his head towards the ceremony’s audience. Each of the brides took a deep breath, before he hummed in his tender voice, “And now we honor the most sacred of traditions. Ladies, please show your valiant shafts, so we may determine which one shall be kept, and which one shall be lost to us.”

Nodding, Eloise flashed a look at her blonde bride. Janet glared at her, then reached down to her long skirt. In between one of the ripples, there was a zipper she had for this very occasion. It peeled down, and then she went in. Out came her cock, arcing downward towards the floor. Bobbing in anticipation, it needed no more than a few strokes to grow to full mast, standing stiff enough to feel uncomfortable for the woman as it held itself up. Following her lead, Eloise did the same, whipping her own dick out without shame to her friends and family.

Their lengths were impressive, but even as Eloise moved to get hers as erect as her fiance, there was clearly a winner in this ritual competition. Nevertheless, the proper procedure must be followed. The maids of honor on both sides came over with a tape measure, and a man with a clamp of sorts accompanied them. The priest gave a quick speech about the tradition, while the maids gave the measurements. First Eloise was declared to have a length of 8 inches, rather respectable for any man, though for a futa, it was a little small. For Janet though, she counted in at a magnificent 13 inches, dwarfing her bride with a fierce, pulsing shaft.

“And so, as is tradition, the smaller futa will now have her testicles stripped away,” The priest declared, before the man with the clamp went over to Eloise. He closed the ring around the top of the woman’s sack, then the priest turned around, and grabbed the ceremonial blade for the act. One quick, painful swipe, and the ritual was complete. Eloise screamed as her balls were sheared off, dropping to the floor right after them from her crumbling legs. She wailed before her family, who were snapping pictures of her humiliating loss. Even her birth mother, who she knew had the same fate decades prior at her wedding. Even her aunt, who was clearly still shifting from side to side after her castration just three weeks ago.

On her knees, the ceremony reached it’s closing act, with the breeder and the breeding sow officially decided, locking them in the wonderful union of marriage. All that was left was the kiss. Or, at least that would be the case in normal tradition. In futanari culture, however, things were different. Her maid of honor turned her to face Janet, Eloise eye level with her bride’s giant cock. The priest, now holding her removed balls, spoke with the same reverence from before, as if nothing had happened, “As this union is confirmed, I now pronounce you wives. Eloise, you may now service your bride.”

Despite the overwhelming pain in her crotch, Eloise did not falter in her role in tradition. Opening her jaw as wide as she could, she tilted back before surging forward, inhaling the first few inches of Janet’s fat meat into her mouth. The crowd erupted in cheers as she burrowed further, breaking through her throat and passing her destroyed gag reflex to sheath every inch of her wife. She moaned and drooled like a dumb whore, until she finally hit her woman’s sturdy groin, officially taking the entire length with only minor issues.

She was now the breeding wife. Only fit to be used and produce a spawn of superior futa girls, ones that would almost certainly be bigger in dick size than their birth mother. And Eloise was thrilled. Especially knowing that if she were to even mention a divorce, her dick that was spared today would also be forfeit, reduced to a stump. As she breathed in her wife’s delicious scent, she knew she would never even consider that possibility. If this is what her role is to be, who was she to deny tradition.