In the futa world, a century or two in our future, all people are now futanari. Tall, buxom, beautiful, and well-endowed. These futa can willfully change their dick size, from the "normal" size for the men of ages past, to giants that openly declare one's desire and virility. How and why is a tale for another time. This is a fantasy tale from that world, akin to the fantasies from ours.
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The land of the night elves had long since let its name be forgotten in our world, for even if the night elves themselves remembered it, they weren't inclined to share. They fear this world, because they still have both men and women. But even there, change is coming...
Jasmine was out in the forest, her home, feeling the soft, cool breeze across her skin. She was a wood nymph, a spirit of the flora, and in this case, of the night-blooming flowers. It was quiet and restful, watching over the night, and the stars sparkled overhead between the treetops. When it rained, it was like a celebration.
But she still had a job to do. Far from the lights of the nearby village, unseen harm could come to the forest, and so she was tasked to keep vigil, and to warn the Tree Fathers if something were to arise.
She heard a noise. She knew every noise of every animal, the sound of the sway of every branch, and this new noise was not one of them. And another. And another.
Gently, Jasmine glided across the ground. She disliked it, but needed to make good time. She found what she was looking for not far off, in a small alcove formed by tree trunks, fallen branches, and overgrown vines.
Inside, Jasmine saw two night elf girls, or perhaps she should say women, for they seemed just passed into adulthood, as Jasmine was. The pair had spread blankets out on the earth, but not over any patch of grass within the space. Jasmine also noted that the vines had not allowed passage in, but they had moved the vines aside and placed them back when they were done.
These were good elves, Jasmine decided, They can stay. Still, she settled in to watch. Just in case.
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Hidden away from the world, Kora and Adria sat, looking up at the stars. It was just to delay the conversation- the trees hid most of the stars.
"Adria?" hazarded Kora.
"Yes?"
"We have been friends for some time, yes?"
"A long and wonderful time, Kora."
"If... If I confessed something... would you promise not to... to hate me?"
Adria turned and looked at her friend's outline in the pitch black.
"I could never hate you, Kora. You know that."
"What if..." Kora's breath was heavy with worry. "What if I said... that I think of you... when I'm alone?"
"Y-yes?" Adria's voice quavered.
"I think of you... as more than a friend..."
"Yes?"
"I... I want you, Adria," Kora finally spilled out, "In every way. I want you so bad it hurts."
"What if..." said Adria, "What if I told you... that I want you, too? And that, that I think of you, as more than a friend. That I am thinking of you as much more than a friend, right now?"
"Oh, Adria!" Kora threw her arms around her friend, her heart and eyes bursting with tears. "Please, don't say that! I wasn't telling you so you could feel the same... I was telling you so you would know why I'm running away."
"No!" exclaimed Adria, "You can't! Please! Not now!"
"It's not just that I feel how I do about you," said Kora, pulling back and wiping her tears away. "There's also.. why I can. Why I feel such an attraction to a woman, instead of a man."
Adria's breath caught in her throat. Could it be? Her heart pounded in her chest. She and Kora had been friends for decades, not so long in elven life, but long enough to grow quite close. But they had few things in common in their lives besides the chance that brought them together. Still, they had grown closer, even though they had barely touched more than brief embraces or chastely held hands. But now...
"Adria?" whispered Kora, fearfully.
"Show me," whispered Adria back.
Kora, either not noticing or not caring about Adria's response, stood up, shaking with fear.
"I can only tell you that it's real, and is exactly what you think it is," said Kora. It nearly broke Adria's heart to hear the pain in her dear Kora's voice.
Kora stood up, the nearest branches a few feet above her head. Kora, like Adria, had seemed to inherit all of the rarest features of the night elves. Black hair instead of white, black eyes instead of the vibrant colors others had, and an even blacker cast to her skin, where others had hints of blue. Still, Adria could see just enough to admire her friend's body.
Kora had long, smooth legs, wide hips, a round buttocks, a trim waist, prominent breasts, a slender neck, and soft features. Adria had been told much the same about herself, except that she was just a bit shorter and fuller-featured.
"Once I show you, I cannot undo it," said Kora.
"Show me," repeated Adria.
Kora slipped her fingers under the waistband of her skirt, and slowly pulled it down over her hips. Adria gasped.
Dangling between Kora's statuesque legs was a long male member, with a man's jewel pouch underneath.
"I'm so sorry, Adria," said Kora, "I am a girl, that is to say, I still have a woman's parts, under the man's, but... I have this, too. So you see why I have to go. I cannot stay, and love you, and I cannot be with you, so-"
"It's beautiful," said Adria, standing up, then taking Kora's hands in hers.
"You... you really think it's beautiful?" Kora asked.
Adria drew nearer to her.
"Of course I think it's beautiful," whispered Adria in Kora's ear, "It's yours. And if you need proof, just feel what seeing yours... is doing to mine."
