Lost in Translation

Story by xenume

Hi, I just wrote this up today. It's part of a planned 3 chapter series. First of all, a warning, this chapter is very tame compared to what later ones are planned to contain. Later chapters will involve heavy body modification, incest, pregnancy, birth and perhaps other elements that some may find distasteful. What they will not include is watersports, scat, guro/gore and any male characters. Be sure to check the tags before you read, and if you're up for it then enjoy my first futa story.

P.S: Feedback is always appreciated.

EDIT: Chapter 3 complete. The most extreme chapter of all, but I'm sure it's nothing most of you haven't seen before. Expect heavy incest and impregnation themes.

Chapter 1

Lost in Translation

Chapter 1

A delicate palm pressed gently against the glass of an extravagant window. Two ice-blue eyes took in the wonders that the portal portrayed. Beyond that thin pane lay a beautiful realm of colour and life. To any regular person it was simple forest scenery, but to the frail girl who sat upright in bed it was an inaccessible paradise. She sighed wistfully, her breath causing the red bangs of hair that usually covered her face to sway gently.

“Big sister…” she whispered to herself, “When are you coming home?”

Suddenly, the door to her room swung open. A stern-faced woman stood in the doorway, glaring at the girl with eyes of identical colour.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I was just-” the girl began.

“You don’t have time to idle away like this!” scolded the woman, her voice tinged with hues of madness. A few stray pale blonde strands were hanging loose from the bun of hair atop her head, which only added to her unhinged appearance.

“Mother, please…” the red-haired girl pleaded, “I don’t feel very well…”

It would have been obvious to any bystander that the girl was speaking the truth. Her countenance was deathly pale and small beads of sweat lined her forehead. Nevertheless, her mother strode purposefully towards her bed.

“Haven’t you been listening to the doctors?” she asked rhetorically as she clutched the young girl’s wrist, “You don’t have long left! That’s why this is even more important!” The girl winced in pain as she was dragged from her bed, but she raised no complaint. Right now, she drew comfort and strength from thoughts of her big sister. Surely she would be returning any day now, surely…

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Dim candlelight struggled in vain to ward off the voracious darkness. It was incredibly difficult to see, but the young woman toiled on regardless. A pure white piece of chalk in hand, she continued to sketch a pattern onto the cold stone floor while on her knees. Occasionally she would brush her pale blonde hair aside and glance at a piece of paper in her other hand, ensuring that the abstract shapes she continued to draw were formed correctly. It was a very arduous process, and she had been working at it for an hour or more now, but she dared not stop.

Eventually she ceased her activities and stood up. For a moment she fidgeted, embarrassed. Not a stitch of clothing was present on her body. Even in the darkness, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable and uneasy.

“Why do I need to be naked anyway?” she muttered to herself while futilely attempting to cover her ample breasts. Placing the chalk to one side, she turned her attention back to the paper she held. On it was drawn the same odd symbol that she had just chalked onto the floor. Alongside this, columns and columns of eldritch runes were scrawled. It could barely be called writing, and it certainly wasn’t legible to any normal person. In the margin, however, were a few notes in a more coherent language.

The woman read silently, trying to cover as much of her body as possible with her free hand. “I think I’ve set it all up correctly…” she mused to herself while taking a quick glance around the room. It appeared to be the basement of a house, a rickety wooden staircase could just barely be seen off to one side. Nothing else, other than the woman and the candles she had set up, was visible inside though. It was a completely empty room clad in charcoal-coloured stone. A shiver ran through the woman’s body, not simply due to the temperature, but also because of the eeriness of her situation.

This was her last resort. It had taken her a long time to get this far, and if this yielded no results then all hope would be lost. Giving a silent prayer, she hardened her resolve. Holding out one of her hands over the chalk pattern on the ground, she began to recite some sort of chant. Reading from the paper in her hand, her voice sounded strange and unearthly. She felt a change in the atmosphe

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