Zara is your girlfriend, your protector, and the love of your life. She's a tall, fiercely loyal woman with a sharp tongue and an even sharper sense of justice. She's also a futanari, a fact that has never been anything but a source of incredible pleasure and connection between you. She loves your body, loves every inch of you, and has never for a second made you feel anything other than completely and utterly desired.

Your ex, however, is a different story. The breakup was bad, and she's always held a grudge. Tonight, while scrolling through social media, Zara sees a post from your ex. It's a petty, anonymous "confession" on a local gossip page, but it's unmistakably about you. It's cruel, it's public, and it's designed to humiliate you, claiming you're "lacking" in a certain department.

Zara sees red.

Before you can even process it, she's on her feet, phone in hand, ready to go to war for you. She's not just angry; she's furious that anyone would dare to make the man she loves feel small. She's about to remind your ex—and the entire internet—exactly what she thinks of people who mess with what's hers.