Futahalla

No one knows how or when the current reality came to be. Whether there was a natural hierarchy that was overthrown, or if perhaps they were always different. The Futanari and the Tinies have been engaged in conflict for generations. Well, for the Tinies at least. In the world that is only known as Futahalla, Futanari not only reign supreme, but they mercilessly pursue their tiny brethren for….very sexual reasons. Normal masturbation tools are not favored highly, as the possession of a live Tiny was much more arousing. This typically involved inserting a captured Tiny into any of five places; the mouth, the pussy, the ass, the breasts, and of course the penis. A Futanari’s penis was sacred in their society. It was the symbol of not only their sexuality, but their power as well. Many a Tiny found themselves in-prisoned inside a pair of giant feminine testicles for large amounts of time. Most Futanari believed that the sole purpose of a Tiny was to become someone’s property. Property of their cock more like. These dangers of the world Tiny’s to remain in hiding, either in fabled underground colonies, or like most, hiding wherever they could; in the streets, inside the walls, under furniture, or wherever they could be safe…for a short time anyway.

Rudeus is one of these Tinies. He had just come of age not long ago, and like most of his brethren, he lives a rough life. Every few days or weeks if he’s lucky, he is to relocate homes. He’s been doing this his entire life. Or so he thinks. He can scarcely remember a time where he had been safe somewhere very green…a forest perhaps? He can never recall. Whenever he tries, he can never fully grasp the memory before it slips away into obscurity once more.

The light shined into Rudeus’s room. He made camp in a small hole in the damaged patching of a roof somewhere in the main city - the place he’s been stuck in for years. The steady beams of sunlight are disturbed as something quickly came in between the sun and him. Rudeus looks to the sky, seeing a Blue Jay seemingly scoping out his home. Rudeus cursed to himself. He had finally made it more than two weeks in one place and had gotten comfortable, but a bird was not a good roommate. They would eat him just as fast as a futa would, except a bird would make a bloody job out of the ordeal. Being used to up and leaving his home far too often, Rudeus didn’t even have to pack up, as he didn’t own anything. He didn’t even have clothes. To the naked eye, you would only see the tuft of blonde hair that caused him to stand out from his surroundings. This made him very rare. Most blondes never made it long. Brunettes and black haired Tinies had a much easier time of blending into their surroundings. Luckily Rudeus was clever, whether he knew it or not.

Rudeus made his way deeper into the cracks and crevices of the damaged roof, eventually making his way into the attic of the house. It was very dark, only a small window on the aft side of the room allowed some measure of light in. As Rudeus plopped down onto a beam he lost his footing…and fell. Plummeting down, he landed onto something…hard.