Futa Gorgon Finds Love

All characters are fictional, and are of age. If subjects like futa sex, ancient historical settings, mention of rape, non-human beings or teen pregnancy aren't your cup of tea then this story isn't for you. Otherwise I hope you enjoy it, and if anyone is interested in a part two please let me know what you'd like to see happen.

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Arminta slipped out of bed, her unshod feet hardly making a sound as she padded across the stone floor of the three-room home she and her mother shared. With the grace of a cat she crept through the shadow-dappled archway, trusting the springtime moon's light to guide her undetected past her snoring mother, and she didn't stop until she was outside in the far corner of their small courtyard. There, beneath Artemis' waxing eye, she stripped and changed into a set of her older brother's armor that she had hidden away beneath the roots of a myrtle tree.

Helion wouldn't be needing it, since he had died half a year ago in the Trojan War, but now it was going to serve a new bearer. As Arminta somberly ran her fingers over the cold, dented spot on the breastplate she tilted her face skyward, slipping it over her head and buckling the heavy bronze in place with trembling hands. She didn't need it in the moment, but it was vital that she get used to the weight so that she could move in it just as easily as she could without it on. Knowing what she was setting off to do hung heavily on her petite shoulders, weighing much more than the metal did, and she sent up a silent prayer to the God of War.

Please, Ares, grant me your blessing! May the spirit of my strong, brave brother share with me his courage for donning his armor, and as I set off to fight I pray you guide and protect me while I work to overcome the Stone Menace.

So many of their men had been lost in the war that her small village of Thermi, one of the only settlements still standing on the Isle of Lesbos, had nearly no male populace. When a demand came from King Agamemnon that they must offer soldiers to slay a beast, a creature who was suspected of having killed hundreds, the last few of their men had been forced to travel northwards. The group had been heading for Sarpedon, part of Mysia near the Marmara Sea, and it should have taken them no more than a month to travel both there and back from Lesbos.

That had been three months ago.

Reports of the beast adding to its kill count abounded, every man going up against it meeting an unknown fate. No corpses were ever found, though strikingly life-like stone statues, which eerily resembled the men sent to hunt the creature, kept cropping up near the area it was rumored to occupy. That was what had given the monster the nickname 'the Stone Menace', its ferocity matched only by its wit and cunning as it disarmed traps, remained hidden and only seemed to make men vanish.

That last bit of information was what had prompted Arminta to undertake such a perilous journey -- if the monster was only attacking men, with women being the ones to escape and live to tell the tale of a massive, snake-like creature stalking any weary traveler who sat foot on the island, then it stood to reason that it would be a woman who could get near enough to kill it. While Arminta, just having turned eighteen summers, was no seasoned warrior she

had

been trained by her brother to defend herself. She could use a sword as well as a man, her muscles honed and body athletic, and she could run faster than most of the males her own age.

In her mind this meant that she was prepared, and -- since she was the only woman on the island she knew of who stood even a remote chance of bringing down anything fiercer than an angry cow -- she was willing to try. Even if she couldn't annihilate the beast she reasoned that she may be able to gather enough solid evidence to deduce exactly what the monster was, and that would be a huge boon towards ridding the land of it.

Once her brother's armor was snugly in place Arminta gathered the rest of her supplies, her pre-packed bag hidden out of sight in the well's bucket, and she took one last look at her home. No lights were on in the humble abode, the candles having been extinguished when her mother went to bed two hours prior, and the house almost looked sad as the windows of its eyes stared vacantly at her. They were pleading for her not to go, to crawl back into bed and remain safe from the harsh, cruel world, but the fighting spirit within Arminta wouldn't allow her to sit idly by while her villagers needed help.

She gave a little wave as she snorted bemusedly to herself, thinking how, now that her life wasn't constantly occupied with the war, she needed something to keep her days interesting. While monster-hunting mayhaps shouldn't have been her next venture, an endeavor like opening a storefront much safer and more lucrative, she couldn't help but feel alive as the thrill of a looming adventure raced through her. Arminta turned to leave, her hand on the small gate, when an annoyed, hushed whisper stopped her in her tracks.

"

Arminta

!"

She spun, nearly smacking into Ekaterini. The girl, only a few months older than herself, stood just outside of the gate with one hand cocked sharply on her hip.

"Did you really think that..."

Arminta quickly slapped a hand over her friend's mouth, tugging Ekaterina down the lane until she was certain they'd be well out of earshot if her mother did wake. When they were far enough away she released the glaring girl, slowly removing her hand from Ekaterini's face. The unamused teen was still trying to speak, her endless talking rarely ceasing.

"...so

rude

, and you could have just said that you were going to..."

With a heavy sigh Arminta briefly entertained the thought of putting her hand back over the jabbering lips, but she didn't have the time to be messing around. She cut the other girl off, an impatient tap of her foot clearly signaling her rush.

"I need to get moving, preferably before your babbling keeps me here until I turn gray. What is it, Ekaterina? You knew I was leaving at moon-high, and I do not have time to dally."

A huff and an eye roll were the brunette's response, the girl reaching behind her to untie a cloth sling that Arminta hadn't initially noticed.

"Here, I thought you may need this. Armor is good and all, but, well, it does not exactly, you know...

kill

."

The cloth was pulled back, revealing a gleaming short sword. Arminta's eyes immediately snapped up to Ekaterina's face, sorrow mirrored across both girl's features. Like Arminta Ekaterina had lost family to the war, and it was her father's prized weapon she was now offering for her friend's perilous journey.

"I hope it keeps you safe, and...well, that it helps brings you back...you know, back

here

, to me."

Though she had never been certain Arminta had always suspected that there was a hint of something between them, an attraction brewing just under the surface, and if it had been allowed to grow it could have turned into a beautiful romance. As she gingerly accepted the generous gift she slid her gaze up to Ekaterina's plump lips, their bodies intimately close as they stood facing each other, and her subconscious hint was picked up on.

"May I kiss you farewell?"

Ekaterina's question was soft, barely more than a timid whisper, but Arminta heard her just fine. She nodded, expecting her friend to kiss her cheek or forehead like was customary, but instead the taller girl leaned down and pressed their lips sweetly together. It wasn't either girl's first kiss by far, both of them having bedded their fair share of their village's unwed, handsome young men before they were shipped off to war, but this was so much more meaningful. Built-up attraction threatened to spill out, that one action making Arminta's heart race faster than any man's touch ever had, and she was loath to break the kiss.

It was warm and filled with passion, Ekaterina tasting like honeyed mead, and Arminta's hands were itching to reach out and pull her friend flush against her. She kept herself in check, however, and break it she did; the need to leave undetected outweighing her burning desire to see where that moment could lead. She tossed Ekaterina a rueful smile, fastening the sword across her back as she stepped away. The hill was bathed in ethereal, silver moonlight, Ekaterina as beautiful as a goddess, and it was breaking Arminta's heart to leave her friend behind.

Just as she reached the bottom of the hill she turned, unable to stop herself from calling out quietly when she saw Ekaterina giving her a sorrowful farewell wave.

"If I make it back I hope you greet me just as wonderfully."

Before Ekaterina could respond Arminta slipped into a copse of trees, the girl running smoothly through the forest as she followed a familiar deer path. It would lead her right to the bay, where she would take Helion's fishing boat, and from there she could reach Sarpedon in a week's time.

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Sometimes plans don't go accordingly.

The time it should have taken Arminta to reach her goal was prolonged by a massive storm, her little dingy blown well off course. It took two days for the sky to clear enough for her to get her bearings, and then another three days to get back to where she had been when the storm struck. Nearly an extra week had passed, and it was frustrating to be so far behind her goal. At least she was well-versed in water survival, having grown up on an island, and she had packed enough food that she only had to ration her water.

Though it had sometimes felt like it would never happen the verdant shores of Sarpedon finally came into view, a white, pristine beach soothing her sea-weary eyes. The sand was bordered by a dense forest, the clouded, setting sun casting gloomy shadows. The island was uninhabited, only used as an occasional agricultural resource for the islands within a day's boat ride of it, and that made Arminta's job easier -- no civilians around meant no likely casualties.

Her first order of business was setting up a camp, the teen's desire to have a fire lit before nightfall outweighing all other needs. She had enough hardtack and water that no hunting or foraging would immediately be required, and the fire would act as offense, defense and heat. Now, only one question remained: should she set up camp in the forest, or on the beach?

Both options had pros and cons, and while the forest would provide more shelter it would also allow the monster better stalking coverage. At least out on the beach she would be equally as exposed as it would be, and if she turned her boat on its side and packed sand around it that would give her some protection. For the next two hours Arminta scrambled to set everything up, not wanting to be shelterless come nightfall, and never for a moment did the girl drop her guard. Several hours passed, the wave's lullaby soothing her into a dreamless slumber, when suddenly Arminta was jolted awake.

It took a second to realize what was wrong, her tired eyes blinking rapidly in the dim light from the low fire, and then the sound came again. Something was digging slowly, quietly, at the sand packed against the back of her boat. As silently as she could she reached for her short sword, the cool hilt fitting snugly into her palm. If all went smoothly it would turn out to just be a curious animal that she was about to scare the ever-loving soul out of, but...well, if it was the monster then at least she was prepared. Thankfully Arminta had made it a habit to sleep in Helion's armor, her muscles now fully accustomed to its weight, and she could move stealthily in it.

With a swift roll she maneuvered herself onto her knees, springing up and darting around the side of the boat. Her sword was raised, eyes wide to filter in as much light as possible, and she came to a skidding halt as she stared in confusion. It was a person clearing away the sand, the figure crouched down as it tried to dig the boat out, and at Arminta's sudden arrival it let out a shocked gasp.

"Halt! What business do you have with my boat!?"

Arminta's voice was loud, and ladened with righteous fury, but it only took her a matter of seconds to realize that something was wrong. The figure, which she had initially thought to be wearing a long dress that trailed behind it, began to move. The night sky was overcast, making each shadow even deeper and less discernible, but it was soon apparent that the 'dress' was the creature's body. It began to stand, and with each heartbeat it revealed more and more of its true length until it towered over the 5'2 teen.

A seven-foot-tall, snake-like humanoid now stood before Arminta, the monster's head a writhing nest of snakes. In the dark its eyes glowed like molten gold, their gaze fixated on the petite human, and it pointed to the sword.

"I mean you no harm, you and you must lower your weapon."

Its voice was a luscious soprano, sounding like it belonged more to a queen than a monster. Arminta scoffed, opting instead to widen her stance as she readied herself to lunge. She was thrown off, though she did everything she could not to show it, and she made sure her words were steady enough not to betray the fear quaking in her bones. She was certain this was the Stone Menace, the one responsible for dozens of deaths, and she needed to stand her ground.

"No, thank you, though I invite you to surrender yourself to me now."

There was a moment of stunned silence, then the beast began laughing. The sound was melodic, almost enrapturing, and if the creature hadn't been on land with a serpentine body Arminta would have thought she was hunting a bewitching siren. When the creature's mirth died down, the human now slightly offended at being laughed at, the snake-being held out its hands placatingly.

"Little Mouse, I have no wish to hurt you. Please, put that down and then we can talk like civilized women."

The monster slithered forward, crossing the space between them in mere seconds. Arminta let out a startled yelp, her feet instinctively scrambling back, but she hadn't thought about the edge of the hole she had dug for the firepit.

"

Watch out

!"

The warning came too late, the beast's words falling on deaf ears as Arminta screamed. She fell back, the outer side of her left leg sizzling as her flesh landed against the red-hot coals, and her head collided with one of the beach's many rocks. The world went black, her last conscious thought of her brother.

Helion, protect me.

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When Arminta woke the first thing she noticed was the throbbing in her head. Gingerly she raised a hand to it, a pained whimper bursting through clenched teeth, and she immediately squeezed her eyes shut to block the light.

"Oh, poor thing! Here, drink this. It is ground willow bark and licorice root to help with the pain and the swelling, plus a little chamomile to ease tension. I also have an eye wrap for you if the light is too much."

From behind her strong hands gently helped Arminta sit up, leaning her against something solid to support her, and a strip of cloth was gently tied over her eyes. Then a warm cup was placed into the girl's trembling hands, the warmth pleasant against her chilled palms. Her mother had been a physician, and the ingredient list was correct, so with little choice Arminta drank. The bitter taste washed over her tongue, confirming the cup's contents, and once it had been drained she let out a soft sigh. She had recognized the snake-woman's voice instantly, and though every instinct screamed at her to run, to fight, she could tell by the throbbing ache in her leg that she was in no condition to attack -- so she did the only civil thing she could for someone who had helped her, no matter how distasteful.

"Thank you."

Her voice was as bitter as the tea, each begrudging syllable heavier than lead on her tongue, but she managed to bite the words out. A chuckle resounded above her, the enchanting sound causing a slight blush to creep up the human's cheeks.

"You are welcome, Little Mouse. Now, do you have a name?"

A hot retort burned on Arminta's lips, but she swallowed her lecture about how inappropriate it was to give nicknames to strangers. Monsters clearly had no etiquette, so why waste her time? She huffed, annoyance causing her head to throb, and she took a deep breath.

"Arminta."

Whatever the girl was leaning against shifted, realization dawning that it must be the creature's body supporting her, and she almost yanked herself away. The shawl wrapped around her body had prevented her from telling the texture of it, so she thought she had been propped against a piece of furniture of some kind, but clearly that was not the case. She chose to remain still, not wanting to goad the beast into attacking.

"How pretty. It means 'defender', which suits your fiery nature well; few have faced me as you did and not either screamed or vacated their bowels."

There was humor in the creature's tone, though somehow Arminta suspected it wasn't a joke. Before she could retort warm fingers began tenderly massaging her temple, the pressure precisely perfect to assist with alleviating her headache.

"

Oooooh

."

Arminta could have slapped herself -- she hadn't meant to make such a happy, appreciative noise, but the sound had escaped her unbidden. Without being able to lay eyes on the creature it was incredibly easy to pretend that she was at the physician's house back home, that it was a human woman caring for her, and that awareness caused a bolt of panic to strike through her. She was here to kill this monster, to take its bloody head back to Thermi and wave it proudly before the villagers, not to befriend and humanize it.

"I can scent your emotions, you know. The air around you changes, and your body temperature increased. Why are you angry?"

There was genuine concern in the monster's voice, her fingers ceasing to massage Arminta's already less-painful head. The girl jerked back, twisting her torso so she could be facing the beast, and she mustered enough anger to wrap it about her words like a cloak as she ripped the cloth off of her eyes.

"I am here to slay you, Stone Menace! You have killed my fellow villagemen, as well as countless others, and I have taken it upon myself to stop your reign of terror!"

The brave words were met with silence, Arminta blinking furiously as she got her first good look at the monster. The human half of her was absolutely gorgeous, a hauntingly-beautiful face adorned with sharp, high cheekbones and lovely, full cupid-bow lips. Her mesmerizing, golden gaze only served to accentuate the exoticness of the sapphire and emerald scales ringing the corners of her eye, the dusting of color trailing teasingly down her cheeks and neck to disappear into the valley of her bountiful cleavage.

A simple, but too small, tunic dress was stretched tightly over her chest in a facsimile of modesty, though the biggest fascination for Arminta was a tie between the woman's head of living snake-hair and her lower half, which was the body of a massive viper. The facial scale coloration continued down her torso, reappearing from beneath the tunic to form a solid, bi-hued stripe of color that ran all the way down to her tail-tip. Arminta pulled her gaze upwards, awed eyes drinking in the two-dozen writhing, living snakes that made up the beast's hair.

They were staring just as intently at the girl as she was at them, tiny tongues flickering in and out as they drank in her scent. They didn't appear aggressive, their demeanor very relaxed, but something told her that they could deliver a painful bite if they choose.