Futa Island

Sam looked around in confusion. The last thing she remembered was watching the vacation cruise disappear into the ocean after a fierce storm.

Thankfully, she was now safe. Back home perhaps. Albeit, she was naked now that she noticed… Perhaps the hospital had ran out of rags?

She didn’t particularly care for her state of undress considering she was alive and healthy although having her phone on her person would have been nice.

She looked to her side and found a buzzer to get some assistance. She wanted to know how much longer she’d have to stay here.

Less than a minute passed before a redhead nurse walked into her room with a smile “You’re looking better already, miss.”

“Feeling great. I was wondering how much longer I’m required to stay?”

The redhead smiled, “Eager to leave are we? I think you’ll probably be singing a different tune soon enough.”

Sam raised a brow at the strange comment, “Pardon me?”

“Ah right, I forgot how confused outsiders tend to be.” The nurse smiled, “I guess it’s your lucky day. I’ll be glad to explain it to you, perhaps it’ll soften the shock to when you’re up on the stage.”

“Stage?”

The woman ignored the confused whisper, “Given that you are an outsider and not a futanari you will be placed on the stage where women will bid for the right to buy you as their .”

Silence.

“I’m sorry… Their what? ?!”

“Yes, you’re an attractive woman so you’ll fetch some good money. Blonde hair, blue eyes, D cups, a great ass and good hips for birthing. I gotta ask, you’re not a stereotypical dumb blonde are you?”

Sam did not say anything, her brain trying to process what the nurse had just told her.

Not put off by the lack of an answer, the redhead continued to speak, “Your skill set could definitely change your prize and therefore the amount of women that can buy you. Although, having a higher price tag does not necessarily mean you’ll be bought by someone you like but it’ll increase your chances I reckon. Plus you look young so that’s another bonus.”

“Is this why I’m naked right now?” Sam asked lowly.

“Partly, you’ll be required to put this on before you leave the hospital.” The nurse handed her a nameless collar, “The name tag will naturally be filled with whatever your mistress/es desire to call you.”

“When exactly am I to be put up for sale?”

“Soon, auction starts in 30 minutes give or take. A few guards will be here to escort you there in a few minutes now.”

The woman sighed as she looked at Sam’s crestfallen expression, “Don’t be so down, you’ll get used to your new life soon enough. No point being all mopey about it honestly.”

Sam nodded to herself as she watched the nurse leave the room and just as she said, guards arrived soon enough to escort her to the auctioning stage.

She noticed they were all women. It made sense she supposed, the nurse had said only referred to those who might be buying her with terms for women so she assumed men weren’t give high status… Perhaps there were no men at all here.

And she still had no idea what a futanari was. Some kind of rank for Aristocrats? A lot of questions were on her mind so she barely even notice when the guards escorting had stopped walking.

Gesturing to a red tent they told her to wait in there with the rest of the women who were to be sold.

Slowly walking inside, she kept her head down. She didn’t want to particularly interact with anyone. Opting to keep to herself until she was told it was time.

Fifteen minutes passed before a suited woman with glasses popped her head in and called for them, “All right ladies, you’re up.”

Sam decided to hang back as all the women lined up in front of her. Since she has no idea how this worked perhaps she would gain some clues if she was the last up.

Her breath hitched as she saw dozens of women below the stage whispering amicably and excitedly amongst themselves.

“Okay ladies, we all know how this works. We’ll let these lovely specimens tell us a bit about themselves before their starting prize is calculated along with their looks before beginning.”

Sam gulped as time passed and the line began to thin out. So far the highest prize had been over 1000 “futa coins” for a beautiful and busty brunette who knew how to cook, clean and was a nurse.

“And last but not least, this beautiful blonde. What’s your name, sweetie?” The woman asked as she held the mic close to her.

“Sam…”

“Sam, lovely to meet you. Tell us a bit about yourself, any particular skills that make you stand out?”

“Umm…”

I’ve recently been reading a lot of stories with tons of fetishes so I wanted to have a shot at it. I’m honestly gonna be doing quite a lot fetishes depending on what I want to do for routes or if people suggest something, probably even some things I may be uncomfortable to write but I’ll do my best and certainly won’t discriminate. This is fiction after all.