Futa Mommy's note: I gave Viltrum two suns just to give it that extra-terrestrial feel.
Viltrum was a world like no other, known across the galaxy for its tough terrain and even tougher people. Two suns burned in the sky, casting a brilliant blue hue across the planet. Jagged mountains sliced through the clouds, their snowy peaks glimmering like crystals under the intense light. The air was a mix of earthy, rugged scents—stone and dust—mingled with the sweet, sharp fragrance of alien flowers. Every inch of this land spoke of power and resilience, and the Viltrumites were its perfect reflection.
In the capital city, life moved with a confident energy. Towering, sleek buildings lined the streets, their dark surfaces shimmering in the sunlight. They reached up toward the twin suns as if challenging the sky itself, showing off the pride and mastery of Viltrumite architecture. Below, the people moved through the streets with purpose. Tall, muscular, and powerful, each citizen seemed to carry the weight of their warrior culture in their every step. The air buzzed with activity—merchants called out their goods, the sound blending into the rhythmic pulse of the city. Conversations were brief and sharp, full of intent, as if everyone had something important to achieve.
In the heart of the city stood the Viltrum Academy, a towering structure that looked as imposing as it was beautiful. It was here that the next generation of heroes was trained—young women moulded to become the future of the empire. Inside its walls, a meeting was underway, the room filled with the Academy's most influential female leaders.
The principal stood at the head of the table. Tall and sharp-featured, her presence commanded respect. Her blue eyes scanned the room before she spoke. "Anissa has been a loyal servant to our empire for three years," she began, her voice clear and steady. "In that time, she's conquered four planets, showing her strength, her intelligence, and her loyalty. Today, we must consider offering her a new role—here at the Academy."
A murmur spread through the room, the other women exchanging glances. Some nodded in agreement, while others seemed uncertain. "But she's a warrior," one woman said, her voice hesitant. "Most of our students don't need combat training. They'll be focusing on logistics and strategy. Can she really teach them?"
Another woman quickly chimed in. "Anissa is more than just a warrior. She's a symbol of our ideals—strength, dedication, loyalty. The younger generation admires her. Imagine what she could inspire in them."
The room buzzed with debate, but the principal remained calm, her gaze steady. "We'll extend the offer," she said with finality. "It's up to Anissa whether she accepts."
As the meeting came to a close, the room slowly emptied, leaving behind the decision that would soon reach Anissa's ears. Her name had become a household word, a symbol of victory, and her legend had only grown with each mission. But for Anissa herself, this moment of quiet would be a far cry from the battles that had earned her such praise.
Anissa had just returned from a long mission, and the exhaustion weighed heavily on her body. She had led the charge in subjugating two more planets, and the fight had pushed her to her limits. But the mission was over, and she was home, finally able to breathe.
Her quarters were simple, as most Viltrumite homes were, but they felt like a sanctuary after the chaos of battle. The walls were lined with mementoes from her many victories. A helmet from a fallen warlord, a broken sword from a rebellion she had crushed—each one was a reminder of her conquests, a story of her strength. Her muscles still ached from the last fight, but the familiar sights of home brought her a sense of peace.
'It's good to be back. I wonder if Thula is around for a quick spar one of these days.' Anissa thought as she palmed one of her trophies, looking back fondly on one of her conquests.
What she needed now more than anything was a hot shower. The water would help ease the tension in her muscles, the heat relaxing the deep ache from weeks of combat. She stepped into the bathroom, the cool tiles beneath her feet bringing a brief shiver before the warmth of the shower enveloped her.
The hot water poured over her, washing away the dirt and grime of battle. Anissa let out a long breath, her muscles slowly unwinding as the water cascaded over her body. Her dark hair clung to her back, wet and heavy, while the heat traced the contours of her toned, powerful figure. The water dripped down her broad shoulders, over her defined arms, and down her thick thighs. Her sun-kissed skin gleamed in the steam-filled room.
Her thoughts drifted as the water flowed. The Academy had been whispering her name, though she wasn't sure why. Teaching was not something she had ever considered. Could she really fit into a role like that? She was a warrior, born and bred, and her purpose was to conquer and expand the empire. But the idea tugged at her—a new challenge, something different from the endless cycle of battle.
Heck, even the academy was a new idea to use children born of Viltrumites and weaker species than Thraxians to utilise them somewhat. Such Viltrumites who fathered or mothered these children were executed on Grand Regent Thragg's orders. He would only accept highly intelligent species to interbreed with for his people, or fairly strong races, according to his standard. The Viltrumite children here had already grown into their late teens and were already full-blown Viltrumites, but lacked the power others their age had, hence a solution was made in the form of an academy for strategic minds to expand the empire.
Her gaze lowered, the heavy weight of her futa cock hanging between her thighs reminding her of the needs she had long ignored. The water slid over it, down its thick length, pooling near her feet before swirling down the drain. It had been so long since she allowed herself even a moment of relief. The urge to let go, to feel that sweet release, stirred inside her, but she pushed it away for now. There would be time for that later, after she rested. Only if she knew.
Anissa stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel. The soft fabric brushed against her skin as she dried herself, sending a brief shiver down her spine. She moved to her bed, the cool sheets a welcome sensation against her still-warm skin. Lying back, she stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting once again to the Academy's offer.
Could she be more than just a fighter? Could she guide the next generation of Viltrum's heroes? The idea of inspiring young minds—of leading them the way she led on the battlefield—stirred something deep within her. She had always been focused on the empire's expansion, but perhaps her role could shift. She could help shape its future, not just through conquest, but through wisdom and teaching.
She closed her eyes, her cock still resting heavily on her thigh, a subtle reminder of desires left unmet. But her mind was elsewhere now, on the new path that stretched before her. Yes, she could do this. She would take on the challenge. The Academy needed her, and she was ready.
For now, her body would rest. But soon, she would rise again—this time, not as a conqueror, but as a mentor, an instructor, ready to face the future with the same strength and determination that had made her a legend.
Here we are. Oof, give it to me.
How was the first chapter? Don't hold back on me now.
I am thinking Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays for uploads, is that cool?
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