Futa-Mage : Rasha's Journal

I was approaching Shan Village.

Could barely see, in the dense forage, the signs written in the elf language,

that my mother insisted for me to learn, since i'm a halfling, of my father's heritage.

The sages decided that i would be better suited to help, since the few elves that still

live in our country fear humans, some really hate, since the old wars laid scars on

his people.

Nevetherless, they praise Rhannya, so i'm a messenger of peace and prosperity.

Just on the entrance, i saw a rare thing. A giant, really enourmous muscled elfgirl.

I say, "girl" on the shallowest meaning. She wore a green fabric to cover her perky breasts,

and pussy. She holds a giant lance, almost tree-sized, on her manly hands.

Only when she talked to me, i noted she was really a girl. A young elfgirl, really.

Her voice was acute and whiny. Could say she was an adolescent.

"Oh, you must be the mage they send to bring fertility to our village again!! Rhannya Guided you!! Open the doors!! The emissary of Rhannya arrived!!"

My clothes were really unmistakenable. Only the followers of Rhannya walked with transparent clothes when in daylight. The blessing we received when we turned Futa-Mages granted we always wore that.

The giantess runned, leaving the lance falling in the ground, giving me a real panic when

fell just in my side.

"Call Malaya!! Call Malaya!!" she shouted, with the ginourmous arms erected.

She disturbed all the little village, that came to see me, looking me as a strange being.

With my glasses and slender figure, though, maybe i really was.

The village was filled with womens and girls, no mens or boys. No small kids, too.

Hmm... Maybe this is the cause of the pleading.

No so long, the giantess returns, siding by an elf woman. She looks old, i could see by her eyes, not the body; elves tend to keep the juvenile body looking for centuries.

"Oh, Holy Rhannya sent you here, lady. Please, follow me, to our humble temple. Forgive Jocasta's manners, she was anxious for this day." said the woman.

Already on the temple, i could see some humble images of our Goddess Rhannya and some other

figures, and drawings of elves.

"Forgive my manners, my name is Rasha. Pleased to see that our Goddess is well praised here." i said.

"I'm Malaya, keeper of this temple, and leader of this little village. You already know Jocasta, one of our guards."

Jocasta was trying to sit, avoiding breaking the chairs with her bulky body.

"Nice to meet you."

"Well, as you may know, we suffered hard losses since the last wars, when we helped the humans."

"Yes, i know. My father was a soldier, long ago. My mother always kept his memory living in me."

"Oh, so you're a halfling. Good to know our goddess accepted you."

"I'm here to help with anything i can."

"Certainly do you saw the village, we're alone for centuries, awaiting our men to return. But do we know they're died on war. So, the village slowly dies too."

"This is really sad. But i was instructed that a ritual could