For Some Reason, I'm the Hero Pt. 05

Despite Being a Clumsy, Weak, Masochistic Futanari, For Some Reason, I'm the Hero of a Weirdly Kind World.

Chapter 5: Farewell, My Beautiful First Love...

It takes a while for the shock to fully settle in, and by the time it does, I find myself sitting in a small, hidden glade, sharing a waterskin with Zen while Arryl pointedly sits with her back to me.

Zen pokes at the ground with a stick he picked up, his gaze focused on the trees around us, the shrubs, the sky, anywhere but my still-naked form. "I wouldn't mind it if I were you. I mean, who knows what monsters are thinking, right? From what I know, Yorgs highly value strength; he probably saw that you're stronger than him and thought something along the lines of, 'I need to improve myself to be worthy of this wonderful woman.'"

"You think so...?" I murmur, hugging my knees to my chest. Suddenly losing the first creature I'd built a connection with in this world without even getting a proper goodbye... Or, wait, I guess he did give me a goodbye in his own way? Whatever the case, it stings. My sweet orc hubby...

"..." Zen scrapes the stick along the dirt, drawing swirling runes that glow briefly, sometimes letting off harmless little sparks, sometimes blowing glistening bubbles. "I'm sure you'll see him again. If he's capable of wandering into this forest, far away from normal Yorg stomping grounds, he's plenty strong enough to make it wherever he's going next."

I sigh, rocking back, staring up at the drifting clouds. "I guess I'm being selfish... If I think back, all I really did with him was...❤︎ Ngh, never mind."

A blush rises in my cheeks, and I giggle to try and cover it up. "You're right. He'll be back eventually. I'm sure that's what he was trying to tell me, right before he left."

Zen smiles gently, though he's still not looking at me. "That's the spirit. Honestly, I'm impressed, though. You really managed to build a loving relationship with a Yorg, huh. How long did that take? Those guys are never friendly to humans."

"Eh? Really? But I..." I think back to our first night; we were going at it like animals within... fifteen minutes? "Um, truth is, I only met him like three days ago..."

"Seriously?!" Zen's eyes finally focus on my face. "That's crazy... You a monster tamer or something...?" His gaze drops lower. "... I can see why they'd love you, though."

"H-hey!" I curl my legs tighter, glaring at him. "Pervert."

"Haaah?!" Arryl whirls around, grabbing her hammer menacingly. "Zen, you better not be--"

"Woah, woah!! Stay!! Stay!!!" Zen flails and nearly falls over trying to get away from Arryl. "Listen, I can't help it! She's a very pretty naked lady! Look, if we had clothes to give her, I would have handed them over without a second thought!"

"Why don't you strip instead, then?" Arryl growls. "Talking like you have no choice in the matter... Typical Zen..."

"That's..." Zen shudders. "I mean, I don't want to walk into town in nothing but my underwear, either, you know..."

"Grrr!!" Arryl glares harder, and he wilts under her firm gaze.

"... Sorry, I'm being a dumb idiot. Of course Sofia should get the clothes in that situation." Undoing the straps of his armor, he starts to strip under Arryl's watchful gaze, a sheepish look on his face. Soon, he's left in just his boxers, handing me his clothes with a blush.

"T-thanks. Sorry about this..." I reach out to take the garments gratefully... at which point I remember I've got dried, sticky spunk splattered all over my skin, the creamy release from both myself and the orc. "... Or, rather, I should wash up before wearing these, shouldn't I?"

Zen and Arryl both blink, sharing a look that says, "why didn't we think of that?" Arryl immediately darts to her feet, sniffing the air.

"There's a brook a hundred or so meters that way," she says, gesturing at the forest.

"Sounds good," Zen says, rising to his feet as well, holding out his hand for me to take. He's back to very purposefully not looking at me, his ears slightly red as he stands awkwardly in his boxers, hand outstretched.

Giggling, I take his hand, letting him pull me up. "Thanks, Zen," I say.

"No problem." He starts walking, getting maybe two meters before Arryl smacks him across the back of the head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You had a dirty face," is all Arryl says as she starts guiding us to the brook.

Once we get there, I'm greeted by a clear, babbling stream, the water maybe waist-deep at its deepest. Arryl sends Zen away to stand guard while she leans against a nearby tree, keeping an eye on me, though she's still having a hard time looking directly at me.

"Phew..." I dip my toes into the water, shivering at the cool touch, wading deeper until I'm half submerged. Crouching down, I plunge my body underwater, feeling the rushing waves stripping away the layers of my perversion, almost like they're purifying me. I'm being cleaned of the last remnants of the orc's touch, his thick cock, his merciless pistoning...❤︎

Mm, this level of purification might be ineffective against my slutty mind.❤︎

When I re-emerge, sweeping my hair from my face, Arryl glances at me, apparently okay with seeing my upper half now that I'm clean. "... That sword. Where'd you find it?" she asks suddenly.

"Eh? Oh, that? I, uh... It was always with me." I answer honestly; what else am I gonna say?

"Always with you... so like, a family heirloom?"

"Uhh, I guess?" I still don't know whether I should tell these two I'm the Hero. Something tells me that's not the kind of fact I should spread around willy-nilly.

"It's a very good blade. Being able to stop my hammer so cleanly... You must have trained for a long, long time with it."

"Ahahaha..." I really can't tell her now. About how hopelessly weak I am. So weak that I was a slime's milking toy for hours and hours just a few days ago...❤︎

"You and Zen seem close," I blurt out, trying to change the subject and saying the first thing that came to mind. "Have you been adventuring together long?"

"Weh-?!" Arryl jolts, her ears perking up as her tail poofs out. "We're not close! It's just... a circumstantial relationship. I was looking for a mage party member, and he's a mage. That's all."

Oh, that's clearly not all; the look on her face as she glances at the spot Zen's standing tells me all I need to know. I wonder if I should tease her about it; but if that hammer comes swinging my way, I don't know if I'll be able to pull out that miraculous counter this time around.

"He's a good guy," I say. "A bit weird and perverted, but I can tell he's the sort of laidback type that's easy to get along with."

"Pfff! Nah, he's just dumb." Arryl giggles, her tail swishing back and forth. "And he's a stupid womanizer, too. He'll try to hook up with anyone."

"Oh...?"

"He really doesn't hold back. Humans, elves, dwarves, goblins, beastwomen, demons, as long as they look female, he'll try to make moves on them. He doesn't even care if they're a fu..." She trails off, blushing as she appears to recall something. "A f-futa..."

"Ah..." I say quietly, my hand drifting down to the outline of my cock in the water. "Should I be on guard?"

"Oh, no, he's not dangerous or anything!" Arryl quickly waves her hands in front of her body. "When I say he's a womanizer, it's... uh, how should I say this... Sure, he has a pervy stare and makes it clear that he's only trying to get in their pants, but... He's a nice guy, he doesn't overstep his bounds and knows when to lay off a girl, and he's really good with his hands... Ack, n-not that I'd know or anything!"

She blushes again, squirming as she covers her face, ears flattening against her hair. I can't help but laugh, shooting her a quizzical look. "Good with his hands, huh?"

"Forget I said that!" She glares at me, red to the tips of her ears. "Actually, I take it back! Be very, very careful around him! He's a beast! A perverted, dumb, stupid idiot beast!"

Huffing, she crosses her arms, trying to compose herself. Chuckling at the sight, I rinse out my hair, finishing up my bath. Seeing that I'm stepping out of the water, she turns around to politely avoid catching a glimpse of my cock. Given that I have no towel, I use the linen shirt to wipe myself down, pulling on Zen's clothes; he's just a tiny bit taller than I am, so everything fits almost perfectly. Almost.

"Um, Arryl...?" I say, and she turns around, glancing up and down my body. The linen is stretched tight over my chest, the top three buttons all undone because I can't get them to close over my cleavage. The pants aren't faring much better, stretched so taut over my plump ass that the well-worn fabric is becoming almost see-through, the significant bulge of my flaccid cock clearly visible in front. I've managed to slide the leather armor on over everything, but all the straps are about as loose as they can get to fit around my curves.

"... Can't be helped, I guess," she mutters, and just for a brief moment I feel like I see her glance down at her own modest chest. "Better than being naked, right?"

"Right..." I blush; somehow, this feels more embarrassing for me, though.

"Come on, let's go." Arryl chuckles, walking ahead of me as we join up with Zen, who gives me a very long once-over with his startlingly pink eyes.

"Very nice. Ten out of ten. Eleven out of ten, even," he says with a smile, only for Arryl to whack him across the back of the head again. "Ow!!"

"Stupid perv," she growls, shoving him away from me. "Gods, I'm tired... Let's head home already. We'll be late for the limited lunch sale at the grocer's."

"You're still going on about that?! And wait, Arryl, if we walk like this, it makes me look like your prisoner of war or something... Yow!!"

Arryl smacks him again. "Then shut up like a prisoner should and walk, dummy."

"Owowow... So cruel..." Zen grumbles, though a smile is playing around his lips. We start walking while Zen and Arryl continue quibbling, but a beat later, he perks up like he's just remembered something, turning to me. "Also, I meant to ask earlier but I kind of forgot; Sofia, have you cast contraceptive magic on yourself?"

"Eh?" His words bring me to a grinding halt. "C-contraceptive...?"

"... Looks like the answer is no. Can Yorgs and humans even have babies...?"

"Zen..." Arryl sighs, exasperated, though her expression quickly turns thoughtful. "... No, wait, you have a point."

"Yes, this is important, Arryl! If she's going to be a monster mommy, that child will obviously need a father figure, so-- GYOWCH!!!"

"Ugh, sorry about him..." Arryl says, her fist steaming where she struck Zen directly on top of his head. "But he's right. There's a basic contraceptive spell everyone can learn, but it's only effective within 24 hours of... you know... so, if you didn't use it..."

Gosh, what is this cute creature? Arryl's blushing, fidgety appearance makes me want to pet her head, even more so when her tail keeps flicking up and down like it can't decide whether to tuck between her legs or not. She looks like she's trying very hard not to imagine all the brutal creampie sex I had with the orc's massive schlong, and she's clearly failing. Well, I say that, but honestly, I'm not much better off, blushing furiously as the memories come rushing back. In a very small voice, I whimper, "It's, uh... a bit late for that..."

Arryl's face turns nuclear red, and she ducks her head, unable to meet my eyes.

"I figured that would be the case; but fear not! I know all sorts of contraceptive magic for any purpose you can imagine. If you want, I can cast a quick and easy Baby-Be-Gone!" Zen grins, giving me a double thumbs-up.

"B-baby-be-gone...?" I shake my head incredulously. "Seriously...?"

Arryl slaps Zen's shoulder weakly. "What he means to say is, there's cases of women being ra... er, taken by monsters, and there's spells designed to prevent unwanted births from that. He... happens to be an expert..." She lets out a long, tired sigh.

"Just so. But, ultimately, the decision is yours, Sofia. If you do choose to have that Yorg's child... It'll be difficult, but don't worry. I may just be a low-rank no-name adventurer, but I'll do everything in my power to support you." Zen meets my gaze firmly, his joking smile shifting into something more genuine, his eyes softening to warm pools. If only he wasn't half-naked, he'd have almost looked dependable.

"Like a penniless loser like you could do anything," Arryl murmurs.

"Ssshhhh~ I'll figure it out," Zen says with a grin.

I chuckle with him, resting a hand on my tummy. A child... Yeah, the decision comes to me easily.

"I... I don't think I'm anywhere near ready or qualified to be a mother." I glance up at him. I may have loved having sex with the orc, but actually birthing his child had never been in the cards, even more so now that he'd up and abandoned me. "This spell... how does it work? Does it hurt?"

"Nope! Just a bibbity bobbity boo, and you'll be baby-free~"

"Zen!" Arryl slaps him upside the head again. "Could you be any less tactful?!"

"Ouchy... I mean, am I wrong?!"

"Ahahaha, it's okay, Arryl," I say, pulling my hand away from my stomach. Taking a deep breath, I turn to face Zen. "Alright. Do it."

Zen blinks. "Really? You're ready? I can give you more time to prepare, if you want..."

"No, I'm okay." I smile at him. "Baby-Be-Gone me."

"Pff--!" He nudges Arryl. "See, she gets me. Right, then. A bibbity-bobbity-boo~!!"

I stare, incredulous, as he flourishes his hands comically; but, magic settles around me, and I can feel heat penetrating deep into my womb, gently, kindly separating my egg from the hundreds of thousands of swimmers still eagerly sloshing around inside me. I take a deep breath, feeling strangely cleansed, as Zen claps his hands together.

"Alright! That's that done. Now then, shall we hurry back? I believe there's only a half hour left in that lunch sale." He pulls a pocket watch from... his underwear? He had pockets in that thing?

"Twenty minutes, actually," Arryl says. "We're gonna have to rush."

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Several thousand kilometers away, in a castle floating atop a raging volcano, two figures meet in the expansive throne room. Jets of magma spray up from below, dousing the magically reinforced windows, casting shimmering, haunting lights into the grand hall.

"So... The Hero's finally awakened?" The first figure, a tall, muscular woman, reclines on her throne. With skin the color of burnished bronze, hair like a golden waterfall, and features carved straight from goddesses of legend, she resembles a finely crafted sculpture poised atop a deity's pedestal. Her eyes are colored a piercing, midnight black, dotted with bright white highlights like stars, the vastness of space contained in her irises. In one hand, she holds a glass of dark red liquid, swirling it pompously as she gazes down at her retainer.

Or tries to; though the other woman is standing two steps down on the dais, she still towers over the bronze lady, her gargantuan size accentuated by her even more gargantuan curves. Like a fertility goddess from ancient days, she stands with the most ridiculous proportions anyone has borne witness to: breasts that swell and threaten to spill out of her top, each one twice the size of her head; a waist that cinches in, flaring out to wide, childbearing hips; and an ass that could drown a man in its plumpness, yet lacks any kind of sag, showing off its firmness and bounciness as she shifts her weight. It is as if she exists in direct contrast to the muscled woman, exceedingly soft where her queen is firm and tight, with smooth, blue skin to stand against that rich bronze color, jet-black hair that spills over her shoulders in inky streams, and eyes that glow with a calm, muted purple light.

"Yes, milady," the blue-skinned retainer murmurs. "I have confirmed the location where the Hero has unleashed her power. I have also confirmed that she has bigger tits than you do."

"BWWFFFFGHGHH--!!" The queen spews out her drink, coughing loudly. "T-that was unnecessary, Pon!"

Wiping her mouth indignantly, the queen cups her modest chest, grumbling quietly. She's not small; it's just that she's always compared to the ridiculous meatbags attached to the massive woman next to her. The queen takes pride in her body; it's a work of art, honed through rigorous training and battle. That doesn't mean she lacks femininity, not in the slightest. Not in the slightest.

Pon bows her head demurely. "Rest assured, she appears to have a smaller cock than you."

"I didn't need to know that, either!" Setting down her glass with a huff, the queen glares at her retainer, wondering for the millionth time why her most trusted aide just had to be a woman with this personality and body. "So she's a futanari, like us?"

"Indeed. She's very cute. Such pretty, glittering white hair, amber eyes that look adorable when they're full of blissed-out tears, a nice, nine-inch girlcock that looks just sooooo deliciously suckable...❤︎ Slurp...❤︎"

"You're drooling, Pon."

"My apologies. In any case, she is top-tier wife material."

"Take this seriously, would you?!" The queen slams her armrest with a fist. "This is the Hero! The Hero!! My fated enemy! My one true rival!"

"You're talking about that dusty old tradition again. We've been at peace for hundreds of years; why do you insist on setting up burning rivalries and epic final battles? You even stopped me from visiting her and introducing myself. I am quite angry about that, you know? I wanted to give her lots of hugs and kisses and bring her here to live in luxury. She's going to a no-name town in a border county in some bumfuck kingdom, you know? Don't you feel bad for her?"

"Graaah, shut up!! I've been waiting for this moment for well over a hundred years; no way I'm passing up this chance! What's the point of a Hero without a hero's journey?!"

"What's the point of a hero's journey if it's all staged by you for your own satisfaction...?"

"Ngaaah, shut up shut up shut up!! Aren't you my closest aide? Support me, dammit!"

"I am supporting you. By not heading over there right now and helping her squeeze all that juicy cum from her balls with these fat tits of mine. Even though I really, really, really want to, I'm holding back just for you."

"Ngh... T-thanks, I guess... No, wait, you're just trying to force your selfishness on her too, aren't you?!"

"Oops, busted. At least my selfishness does not involve entire legions of monsters and a world-spanning quest."

"Gah, I can't help it! I just had so much time on my hands and my plans got a little over-the-top..."

Pon shakes her head with a sigh. "Whatever the case, my Queen, your word is my command. Shall I send in the introductory scouts? Cause a little chaos? Kickstart her hero's journey?"

"... You know, because you keep ragging on me, I'm starting to lose confidence in my ideas now... Maybe you're right. I'm just going to be bothering her by trying to push her along this quest... I tried my best to make it really fun, though..."

Pon rolls her eyes, snapping her fingers. "I have sent the scouts. Don't go getting cold feet now, my Queen."

"Fueh?! You sent them?! Agh, geez, fine! Whatever! It's starting for real now!"

Rising from her throne, the Queen sweeps out her robe, her drink tumbling to the ground and shattering, glass and bloodred liquid spraying over the tile.

"Fuahahahaha, soon you shall know my name and tremble in fear, Hero... For I am the Demon Queen, Arraikah!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"Please clean up after your messes, my Queen."

"Gyaaah, stop ruining the moment, damn you~~~~!!!!!"