Isabella and Eva: Story one: 'A Long' Night'
By Vintagetales
The characters depicted in this story were set to be in the concept world of 'FHP' (For Her Pleasure). A Futa world that was the brainchild of 'Squarepeg3D'. It was going to be a world of mythical creatures, classic races with a sword and sorcery theme. Only two genders feature 'Females' and 'Futa', also known as 'Futanari.' Males are a bit of a fairy tale, like Bigfoot or a Shakespearean joke. FHP has been put on hold, but I liked the idea a lot. It inspired me to return to some old plot ideas and turn them into stories.
Special Thanks must go to Taliyah Kasmir whose potion creations inspired this particular tale. A variation of the potion, 'Macho, Macho Man,' has been used. The 'Macho, Macho Man,' potion and its name, are the sole property of 'Taliyah Kasmir', its creator.
So Enjoy
A beginning,
the beginning.....
and so our story begins.....
Maybe I should just say Start,
The Start.
It all kicks off below.....
The first thing she was aware of was how quiet it was. Her hand automatically reached out to the left, but her sleeping pallet was vacant. She turned her head, confirming the emptiness. The lack of certain additional items made her frown. Shielding her eyes from the bright morning sun, she pulled on her boots before descending the ladder to the floor below.
Bizarre glass work, intricate metal stands and other apparatus she didn't understand, were neatly arranged on a table in a safe corner of the room. In front of a window, next to the door, was a second slim table. On it rested a selection of fine, cared for knives, of differing lengths, widths and specialised purposes. Isabella glanced at them momentarily, cataloguing which were there and which were missing before stepping outside.
The crack of a wood fire merited a glance and then a smile as a small bubbling cauldron hung above it. Eva had been busy before she left. Isabella gave the contents a gentle stir and examined the shade of contents.
"Red Dye, you have been busy Eva," said Isabella out loud to no one but herself.
Turning she spied the contents of the heavy outside table. Isabella had made herself from an old door and some support beams. A flat stone under one leg stopped most of the wobbling, but it still irritated Isabella, Eva loved it. Several small bowls held various herbs, leaves and roots all taken from Eva's 'garden'. They called it a garden, but very few of the plants within it would be 'traditional' garden inhabitants. Plants with names like 'maidens guardian', 'misty memory' or 'stand and deliver'. None of them beautiful to the eye, but Eva assured Isabella their potency and purpose made them truly beautiful. The mortar and pestle next to them told Isabella what Eva expected of her before she returned. She returned to the house to get dressed.
The sun rose higher in the sky, and as it traversed its ark, a figure below, in the strange garden, could be seen doing press ups and practising kicks. Before grinding up the roots that had been set out on the table with the mortar and pestle.
As the sun crested its highest point, she was doing pull ups and weighted inverted sit ups. Between sets she'd stir the cauldron, and with a steady hand, painstakingly transferring its contents to a series of small pots.
Next she could be seen throwing knives with deadly accuracy and easy motion. There was a selection of targets dotted about the peculiar garden, all had neat vertical lines created by previous practice. The figure could then be witnessed mending part of the wooden fencing that surrounded the property.
The sun began to descend from its lofty vantage point. The figure looked back at it. The early morning frown returned.
"She's late," said Isabella, shading her eyes and noting the position of the sun. Her eye line dropped to the surrounding forest and she paused considering what to do. Turning on her heel she marched with purpose into the house. A few minutes later she stepped back outside, wearing a backpack. Strapped to her belt was a cutlass, with a well worn scabbard, and criss-crossing her chest was a set of throwing knives. She took a step forward before reaching back inside to pull forth a leaf headed spear.
She knew where Eva had said she was going, she had fairly gushed the details of the location last night. Talking about the yellow flowers she had seen and showing Bella the illustrations in one of her books. She had been very excited, the petals of a flowering 'Raltic' plant could be used to make a 'true feeling' potion, whatever that meant. The stem gave off a powerful sweet scent when added to heated water and the root... well the root could be used in... and then Eva would giggle and smile at Isabella. Eva then said "I don't think the root would be of any use to you may beautiful Bella.... my darling Belladonna." She had more or less jumped on Isabella then and they're love making had been hot and energetic. Afterwards Eva had whispered "No I don't think you'll ever need a potion based on 'Raltic' root." Before playfully bopping her on the noise with her index finger, and then rolling over to sleep.
The memory of last night brought a smile to her face, which darkened to a scowl as the thought, 'If anyone has harmed my Eva.... I'll fucking kill them.' She jogged the length of the garden, effortlessly vaulting the fence she had mended earlier, before heading into the shadows of the wood.
She had travelled just over a minute before hearing the sound of movement to her left. Spinning Isabella flipped the spear to a throwing position. She focused on locating the source of the noise. Her eyes scanned from left to right taking in details, possible hiding locations, positions from which to ambush. Her breathing slowed and she stood perfectly still, watchful. She caught a glimpse of motion, focusing in like a predator. She prepared to pounce and then her breath caught in her chest.
Working her way through the forest in the opposite direction to the poised Isabella, was a figure with hair like long spun gold. She was about five and a half feet tall, her skin a golden tan dressed in a knee length skirt, loose top and soft doe skin boots. Isabella knew they were doeskin, because she had made them for her. Eva Lustrous stopped, and put down the heavy over-filled basket she was struggling with. Standing again she stretched giving her back a soothing rub. Sweat and effort were visible on her brow, as was a smile of satisfaction. She took a few steps and then turned to pick up the basket again with a grunt of effort. From her vantage point Isabella couldn't help but marvel at the glorious shape of Eva's ass as she bent over. She found herself standing on tip-toe craning for a better angle. The long split in the side of Eva skirt revealed a smooth firm thigh as she manoeuvred the heavy basket into position. Isabella couldn't help but give a groan of appreciation at the sight. Eva spun around in shock at the sound.
"Bella!" she laughed in relief, "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that"
