All characters are original and 18+
This is a short story inspired by Amazonia, one of the islands in a kinky fantasy world/campaign setting I'm writing called The Hexbound Isle. I hope you enjoy!
Marienna stood naked, looking at herself in a full length looking glass. She untied the leather thong that held her curly hair in a bun and let it fall around her shoulders. She picked at the dark mass of tightly curled strands with her fingers. She could never get it to fall just right. Not like Corinna's hair. Corinna's hair was always perfect. She blew a lock out of her eyes with a frustrated breath. Everything about her sister Corinna was perfect. She, on the other hand...
The girl turned this way and that in front of the mirror, trying to convince herself she wasn't a disappointment. Her shoulders were too narrow, her breasts too small. Her arms looked weak. The worst thing for an Amazon to be was weak. She turned around and looked over her shoulder. Her buttocks and legs were thick, muscular, toned. They were the only part of her body she was proud of. But they were ruined by what hung between them. Turning around, Marienna gazed in disgust at the penis and testicles that hung between her thighs.
Marienna was a misbloom. On the island of Amazonia, being born a misbloom was almost as bad as being born a man. She lifted the flaccid length with a finger and let it flop down against her sack. Useless cursed thing. Her shame was made even worse by the fact that she had a perfect, puremaid sister. She couldn't even blame her mother, though Marienna would never air such a sentiment out loud even if she felt it true.
"Marienna!" She ripped her skirt from the floor and tied it around her waist, hiding her shame. "Marienna." Her perfect sister poked her head through the curtained door of the beach hut. "Thought you might be in here. Liana and I are doing spear training and the sun is brutal today. Go run and fetch us some water."
For a second Marienna had a flash of excitement, thinking her sister was going to ask her to join their training session. But as the truth came Marienna realized how stupid she was being. Misblooms didn't train with the spear, and why would Corinna or Liana ever want to spend time with her? Trying not to show the disappointment on her face, she bowed her head respectfully.
"I'll go fetch it now, sister."
Corinna nodded, but it wasn't an appreciative gesture. Rather it was the nod of someone who just completed a mundane task that they had set out to do, and now they could return to what they enjoyed doing. As she jogged away from the beach hut Corinna tossed, "Be quick, we're thirsty," over her shoulder.
Marienna let out a long sigh, and then exited the beach house. It was a simple wooden hut on short stilts in the sand. A blanket of dried palm fronds made up its square, pointed roof. The hut where she and her sister slept most nights was at the shaded edge of the dense jungle, and looked out across a wide, pale beach. Puremaids dotted the sand alone or in small groups. Some walked or ran, some trained none merely lied in the sun. She saw Corinna reach Liana and take up a tall shield and blunt practice spear. They began at once, sweat covered muscle gleaming in the sunlight as they dueled back and forth across the sand, trying to land a hit.
The rod and jugs were frustrating to get set right, especially when they were empty. It took her a few tries, but eventually Marienna carried two empty jugs on either end of a pole that lay across her shoulders. She turned away from the beach and started along a thin path into the jungle. Her bare feet padded almost silently on the dirt and flattened grass of the trail.
The jungle was always humid, and with the noonday sun beating down on the canopy the heat was oppressive. Rivulets of sweat ran down Marienna's neck, between her breasts, across her toned stomach, and soaked into the waistline of her skirt. Mosquitos buzzed around her face, but she couldn't take her steadying hands off the pole to swat them away.
Soon enough the thin path connected with the wider, most commonly used path to the well. Now the journey began in earnest. Though it was still in thick, muggy jungle, the path to the well led up into the foothills of Mount Launa. Marienna hopped over the occasional stone or outstretched root as the incline of the path grew. She was breathing heavy now, and not even halfway there. The trail to the well was over a mile in length, most of that distance uphill and through jungle. It was no wonder the puremaids always sent a misbloom to fetch water rather than do it themselves. Or so Marienna had thought.
As she came around the last bend in the trail before the well, Marienna had to skid to a stop to avoid running headlong into two tall women coming down the path. She tripped over a vine and nearly fell, losing a jug into the underbrush. As she scrambled after it and tried not to lose the other jug in the process, she spoke in a breathless voice.
"Pardon me sisters, I guess I was going too fast." She bent to reattach the jug to her pole, but paused when there was no immediate response. She looked up, and her face spasmed in surprise and fear. These were not other misblooms beginning their journey home with jugs of water. These were two puremaids, tall and imposing, looking down at Marienna with expressions that reminded her of a lioness looking at unsuspecting prey.
She dropped to a knee and apologized again, but this time she injected her voice with the respect due a puremaid, along with a hint of fear. The fear was easy. Marienna was indeed terrified, though she couldn't quite tell why.
One of the puremaids, Chella was her name, gestured to Marienna and spoke to her companion, her tone not including Marienna in the conversation. "You see Valira, I said wait a while longer and trust in the Allmother, but you wanted to leave."
Valira rolled her eyes. "Very well, you were right Chella. Shall we get on with it then?" They both turned to survey the confused woman before them.
Marienna recognized the two puremaids. They were two years older than her and would come to mothering age at the Festival of the Allmother this year. They were both well developed for their age. Chella wore her hair slicked back, tucked behind her ears and cropped at the base of her neck. Her shoulders were broad and strong, and her dark nipples turned up toward the jungle canopy. Her large breasts cast shadows over a flat, hard belly. Valira was less well endowed with the curves of breasts and hips, but her physique looked chiseled out of stone. Veins showed in her thick forearms as she gestured, and Marienna could see individually defined muscles in her abdomen. Contour lines ran down either side of her stomach, tapering toward each other, inevitably meeting at a beautiful cleft between her legs, hidden now beneath a skirt.
These were indeed exceptional examples of young puremaids, but Marienna still had no idea why they would be all the way up here at the well. The fear and confusion returned as she saw that neither of them carried a jug or bucket.
"Come here." Chella spoke with confidence and authority.
Marienna was on her feet and walking toward the pair before her mind had fully registered the command. Such was the way between puremaids and misblooms. Anything a puremaid said, a misbloom listened and obeyed.
"Take off your skirt."
This command, however, caused the misbloom to falter. Instead of obeying immediately, she said, "B-but why would you want to--"
Marienna tasted copper and her head spun. The slap had come so fast, and the ground even quicker. She lifted herself onto her elbows and shook her head, trying to steady the world. Eventually she sat up, wiping drool and blood from a split lip. As her eyes started to focus, blurred, and then focused again, she saw the two women standing over her, gazing down.
"Don't make me ask again." Chella had one foot forward, ready to strike again at the first sign of disobedience.
Marienna got to her feet, wobbled, but then steadied. Though confusion, fear, and the disorientation of the impact still lingered, she untied her skirt and let it fall. Both puremaids had a visceral reaction to seeing traditionally male genitalia for the first time. Chella made a noise of disgust and then burst out laughing. Valira flinched in shock, but then leaned forward, something like curiosity in her eyes.
"Is that-- Is that really what one looks like?" Chella was doubled over in laughter. "All wrinkly and shriveled and dark?" She wiped tears of mirth from her cheeks and feigned a gagging sound.
Marienna was stunned. It was one thing to hate it herself, to think all the things Chella was saying in her own head when she was alone. It was an entirely different experience to hear someone else speak the words out loud. She felt... horrified? No, it wasn't that. Being told what she already knew about herself was... exhilarating.
Valira gasped. "It twitched!" Marienna closed her eyes and hoped that the situation would just magically end.
"What?" Chella stopped her heaving performance and leaned in closer alongside Valira. Marienna felt like a tree infected with a particularly interesting disease, her corrupted impurities put on display with no recourse.
"There, it did it again! Is it a little bigger now?" They were so close Marienna could feel their breath.
"Dimora once said that they grow if you touch them." The warm air of the jungle surrounded them, but a shiver ran through Marienna.
