Day in the Life of Olive Heth, the Sexual Plague

Story by Poiuyh

Just a little series I decided to cook up. Let me know how you like it. Possible violence, and story in the future.

Edit: The grammar is not wrong in some parts. Futanaripalace just doesn't support the Strikethrough effect.

Prologue Greetings, my name is Hello my name is Hi my name is Olive Heth. From now on I’m going to put all of my thoughts-stray or otherwise into this diary. Or,well, that’s what my cute physician said. Anyway, he practically orders me-I love the dominant ones-to try and collect my thoughts together into this diary. He says it’ll help with my “mental condition”. Another thing I forgot to mention I guess. Apparently my doctor says I suffer from a kaleidoscope of mental disorders including Sadistic personality disorder, Bipolar disorder and satyrus. Satirice. Satyriasis. Whatever that means. I personally think I’m fine. I shouldn’t hurt the gift horse’s feelings-whatever the actual saying is-as all those disorders gave me a free-out-of-jail card. It’s not like I raped any of the woman or children in those villages It did get me locked up in the crazy house though, until my cute physician came to the rescue. Free sex card for him. Or maybe a dozen free sex cards. Or a hundred. He basically gave me the choice of either living out my life in a cushioned room between a woman howled constantly day and night and a man who believed he was both a pretty princess and God or a more hands on approach to curing my perceived insanity. You can obviously guess which choice I made. Being stuck in a room forever wouldn’t have been so bad if those straight jackets didn’t tie up your hands. Of course my freedom comes with a cost. I have been banished from within a mile of any non-nomadic large settlement. I’m also gonna be transferred soon to some forest shack miles away from even a hermit cave-Hermits tend to be a bit old-looking but I’m not picky-as a part of my treatment. Something about doing something constructive with my time there. Ah well, it’s better than being in that damned cushioned room. Here’s to my new life as a free fairy/Dragon/Nemean wolf/shapeshifter/human hybrid hermaphrodite. Don’t ask me how that happened or how that’s even a thing. My last few ancestors must have been super kinky.

‘Ah, come on! I said go willingly didn’t I? Did they really need to go all “Seal the Ancient God” on me.’ Olive thought sullenly. The stale air within the steel compartment practically blazed with magic as she sat within a spacial magical depressor, maintained-no doubt-by Mages of the Ellorian Court. A dozen guards stood watch over them as they chanted softly. Or maybe it was eight. It was hard to tell with her weakened senses, and it wasn’t like she could get any closer. They had restrained her arms and legs with rune-covered steel cables that pulled taut from the very walls of the compartment. Could she break free? Yes, actually. It wouldn’t take much effort and they didn’t bother to restrain her massive tail. Most likely because they never knew she had a tail before recently. She had already figured out a dozen ways to break free with and without her magic. No, it wouldn’t take much at all to break free. She won’t however. She promised her cute physician she’d behave.

‘Well at least they gave my sack room to breathe.’ She thought. Her legs were pulled apart to give space for her masculine genitalia that equaled over a third of her height. It was restrained by a highly-advanced chastity belt which was-lo and behold-also covered with runes. Her long, flowing silver hair partially obscured her multi-iris eyes and the sense dampener-a red glyph in the shape of an eye-they had placed on her forehead before she entered the airship. Her senses were incredibly sharp beforehand but they must have placed a third tier rune on her because everything beyond the depressor’s shields was all blurry. Her hearing was all fuddled, her smell was almost gone and she could barely feel the restraints on her which meant she was missing out on some bondage fun right now. She didn’t need her senses though, to feel the nervous energy around her.

“S-Sir, you said to put the third tier on her, right? It looks like she’s looking right at me.” One of the guards said, though it came out muted to her ears. It was slightly baritone and she had the feeling it could hiccup at any moment. ‘What I wouldn’t give to get this nurseling to fuck me.’ She thought. She wasn’t a picky girl when it came to men, but the young ones she loved the most. The total fear she saw in their eyes when she came to ravish them was a massive turn on for her. She felt her dick give the slightest twitch.

It was a long time before whoever

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