Hey! MrDawnFluffles here with another Futanari story. This one's inspired by some of Amazonium and Rigid3d's work. Enjoy!
CW:
Futanari, Size Difference, Impregnation, Ryona
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I slammed into the wall as the ship rocked, jolting awake. The cabin light flickered above me, casting the dreary image of my quarters into sight. Partially dressed and fumbling with a sock, I stumbled out of the room. A handful of sailors shoved me out of the way and ignored my questions as they headed to the engine room.
That doesn't seem promising.
I followed the wall up to the dining room and met Jerry, who was protecting his glasses and plates from falling. "What's going on?" I asked, forced to shout over the sailors and wind.
"It's one hell of a storm out there. We might capsize, by the looks of things."
Another bundle of sailors ran past us.
"I guess this is what I get for sailing instead of flying."
"Yeah, you cheapskate," he said.
I chuckled.
"Do you know where we are, in case we do go under?"
"Hmm. Somewhere in the South Atlantic. Nothing near for miles."
"Kilometres," I said, to which he laughed in turn.
The ship swayed again, this time knocking me to the ground. Jerry caught himself on a table, letting a pair of plates smash into the wall.
I pulled myself up and headed over to a window. The dining room was on one of the highest floors, but water was still spraying against the glass. Just as the wave cleared, I saw one much farther below sweep six sailors into the ocean.
I grimaced and turned away.
"It doesn't look good."
Jerry nodded, his lip trembling. Just as I steadied my stance after another wave, the window broke and sent glass shards flying through the air.
The wind whistled through the broken pane and carried the torrent of shards all through the room. I took cover under a table, luckily only impaled by one in the shoulder.
Jerry wasn't so lucky. He flew down a flight of stairs, tossed by the wind, and I lost sight of him.
"Jerry!" I shouted, but the wind carried my voice away with it, into the storm.
I tried to crawl over to the stairs, but the glass shards were whipping around me. I was the eye, the only place I would be safe.
Even so, cuts appeared on my clothes, and I could barely think over the screams of the sailors and storm.
I closed my eyes and threw myself over to where Jerry had fallen.
A shard nicked my cheek, but I survived. Just as I reached the stairs, I saw Jerry walk out onto the deck, led by a few sailors.
I tried to pursue them, but the wind held me back and threw me against a wall. My back smashed into an as-of-yet undamaged window, and I was hurled out into the sea.
I flew through the air for a solid few seconds before I was dragged down into the watery depths. I tried screaming, but there was nothing but bubbles that came out. Finally, I succumbed to the void.
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The water lapped at my feet. I cracked my eyes open, my wounds aching. I threw myself to my hands and knees and scrambled away from the shore until I was on completely dry land.
I steadied my racing breath and let my shoulders drop. I clutched my knees to my chest and looked around, the sand beneath my butt giving me enough courage to stand, albeit on shaky legs.
The sun hung loosely in the blue sky, the sea, now calm, stretching infinitely beneath it.
To my other side was a long beach, followed closely by dense forests. In the distance, huge rocky peaks reached for the sky.
My breath was still haggard, so I calmed it with great effort. I winced at each wave crashing lightly against the sand, but I was safe, for now.
I trudged to the trees and rested against the solid bark, with the dirt between my toes.
Shit.
I looked down. My outfit was in tatters. The only thing left of my boots was a single anklet, and my clothes left nothing to the imagination. My boobs were on full display.
I pulled off my rags and formed them into some basic underwear that would cover my bits from the elements. I didn't want to lose any of the material, though. It could prove useful.
As I re-clothed myself, I examined the beach. There didn't seem to be any trace of the ship or the sailors.
I really hope they made it out.
I tapped against the bark absentmindedly as I thought about the best course of action.
Maybe the ship will come looking for me?
I hoped it would, but I didn't give myself any false pretense. I was on my own. Once the sun finally hung lower in the sky, dropping the scalding temperature by a few degrees, I made my way inland.
I trudged through the dense foliage, pushing past vast swaths of brush, and avoiding thicker areas when I could. Despite the staggering heat and intense fear welling inside me, the jungle was beautiful. The sounds of birds and insects roared all around, calling to one another. I felt like an invader in their territory.
Just as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting everything in shades of deep orange and pink, I broke through the trees into a small clearing.
I stood at the edge of a tiny cliff overlooking a winding pond with a waterfall gracefully supplying it. The sun's rays cast through the water, showering the land in rainbow droplets.
The colourful water splashed across my face, dripping down and soaking my already lacklustre garments.
It couldn't hurt to have a bath... could it?
I scrambled down the rocks to where the water met the shore and tossed my clothes to the side. My small breasts hung against my chest, and my butt sagged. I always felt so self-conscious about my body, especially since I was so tall, but I felt calm here.
I crept into the shallow, the cool water cleansing my skin of the sweat and fatigue of the day's journey. My wounds eased, the aching in my body tempered.
With a sigh, I flopped into the water up to my neck and sat there, allowing the currents to push and pull my hair along their way.
Eventually, the sun set, and it left me clambering to find my clothes in the dark until the moon peered through the trees. Just as I finished robing myself, I came face to face with the point of a spear.
My hands shot up. As I tried and failed to make out the shape of the person before me, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
I must have ended up near a town. It may be a bit primitive, but I'm not going to die out here, at least.
"Oh, thank you so-"
"Shht!" a voice said. "Not a word. You will speak to our chief, intruder."
My nerves crept back up, but I was still glad. Even if I was an intruder, they could speak English, so I wasn't completely out of luck. Plus, the voice was feminine, which put me more at ease than were it male.
I followed the woman through the trees, down what seemed to be a path, though it was so heavily obscured it was no wonder I'd missed it earlier.
After a few minutes, I spotted another silhouette.
Oh shit. I don't know how many I've been following.
I could have been following ten people, and though I assumed I would have noticed so many, I couldn't be sure.
Finally, we reached a gate. One let out a whistle, and the wooden door crept inwards, allowing us through. Inside, light was abundant. Sconces and tiki torches lined the walls of the small village, and dozens of women lazed around, eating and drinking. They all had dark skin and hair and were adorned with thick muscles.
But that wasn't what I noticed first. The first thing I noticed was their size. The two I'd been following could have rested their breasts on my head if they wanted to. I only went up to the sternum on the shorter ones.
My mouth fell open, but I didn't have time to gawk as one of the two grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through the crowd. Many of them ogled at me, and my pale skin felt extremely out of place. One even reached out to touch me, but another slapped the hand away.
Finally, we pushed free of the sweaty crowd and I was shoved into a small hut near the back of the village, though many of them followed. Inside, an immense woman with silver hair sat on a chair at the back, drinking from a cup. Two other women laid before her on the ground, and as we entered, the smiles drained from their faces and the two stood.
They threw me to my knees before her, and even sitting up, I only reached hers. She placed her drink on a side table and leaned in. Her face was regal, and her muscles were especially large. Her greyed hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail.
"We found this one bathing in the sun's chalice."
She narrowed her black eyes and stared at me. "You are an outsider."
I nodded, catching my tongue.
She gestured for me to come closer, and I obliged.
"This may seem scary, but I'll explain it later. I promise I won't hurt you," she whispered. She sat back in her chair and grabbed her cup. "The punishment for that crime is death..." she said, now loudly. "This... girl deserves to die."
The crowd stayed silent. "But... perhaps we have a better use for her. Every other chieftain has a partner. A woman, from the mainland. Why should our tribe throw away such a gift?"
She stood suddenly, and I scurried backwards. "She was found bathing in the sun's chalice? Perhaps the sun has gifted her to us. After all, don't we deserve it? Don't we deserve to be taken seriously, instead of hiding away as we always have?" A buzz shot through the gathered women.
"We will cower no longer! Our tribe will flourish, instead of being relegated to the outlands, and cursed under the breath!" She raised her cup.
"We won't be the weaklings anymore!"
The crowd raised their cups and guzzled down their drink. "Go celebrate the sun's gift!"
The rest of the women charged outside, and I heard the news spread rapidly. While they were distracted, the chief shepherded me into a back room. She gestured to a trunk in one corner of the room. "Get changed quickly. I'll distract them some more and come talk to you when I can."
She pulled the curtain shut and stomped off, cheering as she went.
I took a deep breath and looked around the room. A large bed, easily big enough to fit two of the women, was the centrepiece, though there were other bits of jewelry and furnishings too. Finally, my eyes came to rest on the trunk.
Well, it's probably better than wet rags.
I tossed it open and gasped. The most beautiful dress I'd ever seen was folded neatly inside. I didn't even touch it for a few moments before pulling it out and putting it on. It spun and twirled, like a little girl on the playground.
The white cloth sat on my skin like velvet, and the golden armbands held just tight enough to not fall off. I felt unfit to wear it. Then, as I pulled on the sandals, I saw it.
A silver tiara with a golden crest. I almost didn't put it on, but as I heard the women stomping around outside, I decided I would wear it for a bit, then hide it as soon as the chief came back.
I brushed my hair using a comb that I found and sat on the bed. I kicked my feet from side to side and played with the hem of the dress. For the first time; I felt beautiful. Even though the dress showed a lot of cleavage, I wasn't ashamed of my breast size. The dress shooed my shame away.
