Author's Note: This story is a complete work of fiction. It is not a realistic representation of reality, nor is it meant to be taken as such. This work exists in imagination, and only in imagination. Contains themes of fantasy, interspecies relationships, futanari, unrealistic body proportions, and more. Viewer discretion advised. All characters that appear in this work are legal adults.
Marcus strode through the marketplace, the sun just barely setting over the horizon. He pulled his cloak tighter around his face as a chill nipped at his neck. He glanced around the market, scanning each stall and each person that walked around him. A multitude of shapes and sizes of people proliferated this world, no two beings were equivalent. A small dwarf with a beard half the size of his body strode past, his sacks quaking with goods either purchased or to sell. An older woman walked past, carrying a bucket of water on each end of a stick atop her shoulders. A huge orc, with intimidating muscles and a face full of scars, walked straight into Marcus' path, and he obliged this orc, letting the larger man pass without issue. Marcus was not a small man himself, having worked his body as a warrior for decades to provide for his family. But he was middle-aged now, and his children had grown up and moved away, wanting to avoid conflict if possible. His skills and knowledge, as well as the impeccable loyalty he honored, made him perfect for the "scouting" mission he had been on for nearly two years.
Two years since I have been home.
He was provided with a large sum of gold when his journey first began, and he pictured himself returning home within six months, welcomed back with open arms to receive his reward.
But now he was down to his last few coins -- and when he ran out, he would have to travel home and report his failure. Marcus was a proud man who did not want this. So, he would continue looking until he succeeded. He was in the sixth country during his search now, having travelled almost the entire continent and passed through every major city within them.
His journey was not a normal one, and when he initially attempted to ask locals for help, they would laugh in his face or chase him out of town. So now he simply looked, having exhausted every tale he encountered.
As he continued though the marketplace, nothing especially interesting caught his eye. Weapon vendors, tools salesmen, craftsmen, potters, cobblers, none of this was for him. With the sun about to pass over the horizon, torches were being lit around the market, and shops began to close. Marcus let out a loud sigh and began to walk deeper into town, hoping to find lodging and some food for the night.
On his right, he noticed another market that was partially hidden behind a row of shops, the entrance unmarked, save for some guards. Looking beyond them, he saw people in cages: a slave market. Unlike his own country of Underhill, slavery was apparently still legal in this country, even if the practice was frowned upon. Normally he would have simply passed this market entirely, not wanting to be associated with such a business. But he was beginning to lose hope in his mission, and decided it was best to check it out anyway. He paused at the gate, gathering his breath before entering. He checked that his sword still hung at his waist and walked inside.
Most slave traders would have had their "stock" tied up or shackled to posts, standing near them and calling attention to themselves to make a sale.
"Strong young man here! Excellent worker!"
"Elderly woman, perfect for cooking or watching the children!"
"Orc for sale, the best bodyguard on the market!"
Marcus was disgusted. People who sold living beings like this did not even deserve the title of "people." The market stunk. Blood. Sweat. Waste. Something else he could not even begin to describe, as if the vendors gave off a terrifyingly villainous odor.
He had changed his mind, the slave market had nothing for him. He quickly passed by each stall, hardly glancing at each one, and certainly not trying to make eye contact with any of the slaves who were still shackled up, or already back in their cages. He had seen enough and turned to leave.
But while he was turning something blue caught the corner of his vision. There was a stall in the back corner, hardly visible, at least, he had not noticed it until now. It did not seem to have anybody manning it, but there was a slave shackled to a post, and sitting on the floor. She seemed to be asleep, as she had her head down as Marcus approached. He paused in front of her, shocked at what he was seeing. This creature, although covered in dirt and bruises, had fair, bright skin that glistened in the sunset. She had dark blue hair that fell in waves off her head, coming down to her shoulder blades, obscuring most of the woman's face. It was this strange color of hair that caught his attention, but that was just the beginning of this strange woman.
On her chest sat the largest breasts Marcus had ever seen in his life, they seemed to each be larger than his head, and sat perky on her frame, hardly sagging at all. Her light dress, which was hardly more than a sack someone had cut to clothe her, did little to hide them.
But then came the real shock, as the young woman moved her legs around -- which were also long and shapely -- he nearly doubled back at what he saw. At first it appeared to be another leg growing from her crotch, but as he focused in, he saw it was in fact a massive penis.
Even completely soft, it was about a foot long and thick around as Marcus' wrist, with a head that peeked down towards the ground. It was draped over her insane testicles, which created a valley for her shaft to rest. Each one was the size of a large melon and came most of the way to her knees, not quite as large as her breasts, but even when compared to her cock, they were too big for it. A spiderweb of veins covered its entirety, the sleeping giant looked like a serpent ready to attack him if he angered it.
By the gods...
Marcus was stunned. He had not expected to find this Â--
her --
here. He stood mouth agape, still not sure which part of her body to be looking at, as there was more than enough to take in.
Is she real? Is she some species I have never heard of before? Or is she...
But he did not have the time to decide, as the slave trader appeared from out behind back of his stall.
"Heya there, my friend, sorry, but I am just closing up for the day. Great day too, sold most of my stock, aside from this one here," the man cocked his head towards the woman still asleep on the ground.
This man had a nearly bald head but a sizable beard, as well as a large belly. He stood slightly shorter than Marcus, but he also had a fierce look about him, his prose standing as if he had seen action during his days. His clothing seemed upscale, like he was trying to be taken as a business professional, but his garbs were dirty, as if he had given up on appearances long after he bought them. He had that same pungent odor hanging around him that the rest of the slavers did. Filth.
"What is the story with...uh...this one here?" Marcus said, gesturing lightly to the woman.
"Well," the man paused, getting his story in order, "she came into my possession a few months back, as a part of package deal, ya see? Some raiders had gone through some forest and stumbled upon an elf village. Killed a whole lot of 'em, and took the rest as slaves. Been selling the rest of her kind, but she has been a real hard sell, 'cause of, well, ya can see" the man gestured towards her again. Marcus let his eyes drop to her cock again, still not certain what he was seeing was real. But he then blinked as the words sunk in.
Did he say elf village?
Marcus tilted his head, only now noticing the tip of a pointy ear poking from the long blue locks.
"A real hard sell, you said?"
"The problem is that damn thing between her legs!" the man barked. "Every time someone comes up to my stall, they try to avoid looking at her much as they can. Damn shame, it is, elves normally good to keep as sex slaves, ya see? And this one got all the womanly features a man could ask for. Great body, tits that would put any heifer to shame, and by far the most beautiful of the bunch she came with, which says something, seeing as elves are all easy on the eyes anyhow."
Marcus looked up to the man, "So...?"
"So!" That thing between her legs scares of 'eryone! You think any woman would want that this in them? Fuckin' kill 'em, it would! Men spit on her, either out of disgust or, hell, some of 'em just jealous if ya ask me! Everyone wants the rest of her, but
that
is a damn deal breaker! And to top it all off -- girl eats like a pack of orcs! Feed her much as I can, yet she still complainin' of hunger! Can only imagine where it goes," the man gestured to the girl as a whole.
Marcus was intrigued, "may I speak to her?"
The man looked at Marcus with a puzzled look, but complied, "yeah, let me get 'er up."
He came around front of the stall and kneeled next to the woman. He shook her shoulder violently, and Marcus almost intervened, but had to stand back for this one. He noticed her breasts bobbed and shook with each tremor.
"Aight, beastie, time to wake up! Got a customer 'ere."
He released his hand and the women slowly stirred. After a moment she looked up, and squinted her eyes, also opening her mouth slightly, as if yawning. She shook her head around and her hair flung wildly, but it stuck together as if matted. It clearly had not been washed in some time. As it settled, Marcus noticed her long pointed ear was more pronounced now. The woman opened her eyes slowly as to adjust to the light, looking upwards to him.
Marcus' heart stopped momentarily as she looked into the girl's eyes, they shone a shade of red he could not describe...no, it was not one shade, but a myriad of red, the streaks surrounded by her blindingly white sclera, giving her the appearance of having no pupil. It was like staring into fire, a roaring, breathing fire. They almost spoke to him, portals into another dimension, the rest of the world fading away as a strange warm feeling blanketed him. He could stare into them forever captivated, but the trader intervened.
"Aight aight, now yer up and I expect you to be on the best behavior, lassie. Don't need you chasing off any more potential sales, aight?" the man turned to Marcus, "I'm going to keep packing my shop, if ya like her, lemme know."
Marcus nodded to the man and he went away to pack his store. Marcus adjusted his cloak and sword as to not be in his way and got down on one knee to inspect the girl closer. He brought his hand slowly to her face, taking it in his palm and scanning each inch, noting the softness of her skin despite her current situation. The girl moaned lightly, obviously used to the handling. Even being this close, Marcus had to stretch his arm up as to not touch her large breasts, which stood as a barrier to the rest of her body. He looked down at her package once more, noting how smooth it all was, with blue rivers of blood crisscrossing the entire surface. The sleeping giant's skin looked loose, as if it could grow substantially. He looked back into her eyes, stabilizing himself so he would not fall into them. The flames seemed to sway around, as if pushed by the wind, while in the distance, he nearly heard the fire within them crackle.
"What is your name?" Marcus said quietly to her.
