The Seshastrana Cult - A Futanari Fairy Tale

Story by ichibanhashi

I found that there seems to be a lack of D&D style fantasy futa stories (if there isn't, please direct me to it!), so I decided that I might try my hand at writing my own. This story (should I choose to write the rest) will include heavy themes of transformation (Female -> Futa), fantasy, cults, hermaphroditic gods and perhaps a little forced sex and futa on male (not to be confused with male on futa).

If that sounds appealing, then please, read on. This is my first attempt at writing a piece of erotic fiction, and is also the first piece of fiction I've written in a LONG time, so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. The prologue is only about half-way done, but since I don't really fancy myself a writer and I'm not sure if anyone is actually interested in this kind of stuff, I thought I'd see the response it gets before I end up wasting my time writing something that nobody likes.

Anyway, please, let me know what you think so I can:

a) decide whether or not to write the rest of the story!

b) improve upon my writing style

Oh, and the prologue is pretty tame so far. There will be plenty of action later on, I'm mainly just trying to gauge interest before I write that much. xD

UPDATE 15 May 2009:

I added a lot more to the prologue and it's nearly finished now. Thanks for all the positive feedback. Now that I know I at least have some readership, I will of course continue writing.

UPDATE 18 May 2009:

I decided that the chapter design I had earlier was getting a little unwieldy, so I broke the prologue into two chapters. I've also written and posted the third chapter, which is new material. Thanks for all the words of encouragement! As long as people continue to read and enjoy my stories, I will continue to write and post them!

UPDATE 23 June 2009:

Chapter 4 is up, and chapter 5 is underway and nearly complete. Sorry for the long interim, but I've moved apartments and have had a lot going on with work.

UPDATE 6 August 2009:

HOLY BALLS! An update! Anyway, chapter 5 is up. Hope you guys like it. I'm back to doing the same mindless task at work that gave me the time to brainstorm this perverted fantasy/adventure to begin with, so expect more updates more frequently.

UPDATE 8 January 2010:

Sorry this is taking so long. The story is slow and I am slow at producing it, but life is crazy right now. This update is small, but I wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and have not abandoned writing, so here's chapter 6! I hope that you like it!

Also, I noticed that the tags "non-futa" and "shemale" have been applied to this story. It's true that the transformation that my female characters undergo leaves them vaginaless and they do also have balls, but I'm not sure that really makes them "shemales". Shemales are men who surgically alter their appearances and assume female identities. My characters are females whose genetalia is magically transformed from female to male. In my mind, that's still futa... but maybe others disagree. Sorry if you were misled.

UPDATE 9 January 2010:

Two updates in two days? I'm on a roll. Chapter 7 is up.

UPDATE 10 January 2010:

Hey guys, me again. I'm really glad to see that some people are still reading this. Chapter 8 is up now. Enjoy!

The marketplace smelled good. Fantastically good. The delicious smells of the frying fish, ceramic jars filled with spices from far-off lands, slow-baking breads and fresh milk sweets combined in a symphony of olfactory delights. Drosse was in heaven. She breathed deeply as she slowly strolled down the crowded alleys that characterized the Wessoc market district. The best smell, paramount among those perceivable, was that of the esterberry.

“I think I'll buy some esterberry tarts and some sweet milk,” she thought, “or maybe a crisp with some fresh kreeb's milk.” Of course, Drosse was toying with herself. She was orphaned ten years ago in the Shudafenish raids and couldn't afford to buy her own bread let alone expensive esterberry tarts or crisps. The orphanage provided porridge, but a growing halfling girl can't be expected to survive on two bowls of porridge a day!

And this is why Drosse was in the marketplace looking for esterberry tarts without even enough copper coins to buy a loaf of bread: she intended – of course – to steal them.

After turning the last corner out of the maze of alleyways and into the sea of people that was the marketplace, Drosse tilted her head back and breathed in deeply again. The sweet smells flooded and teased her, but she was not merely enjoying herself this time: in the marketplace, in such a bustling, confusing crowd, it's better to follow your sense of smell than your sense of sight. Having locked onto the source of the esterberry tarts, she set off in the crowd.

She passed the stand once, surveying the items laid out on the table. Her tarts were on the far corner. Perfect. She

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