Chosen by the Futanari

Mara’s POV

I don’t know when the dreams started. Maybe around twenty. Maybe earlier. But now that I’m twenty-five, they feel like part of me like breath, like heartbeat, like something I can’t shake off no matter how hard I try.

Tonight, I stay up late again, sitting on my side of the bed with my diary open on my knees. The small table lamp casts a warm yellow glow over the room, soft enough that the shadows look gentle, not scary.

I write slowly, my fingers shaking a bit.

“The angel came again last night.”

It feels strange to put it into words. Strange… and a little embarrassing. I’m a married woman. A normal woman. Or at least I try to be.

Tobi—my husband, is asleep down the hallway tonight. We argued again about nothing and everything. About how long we’ve been trying for a child. About how tired I look. About how I “cry in my sleep,” as he puts it.

If only he knew why.

I take a breath and write more:

“She had the same long blonde hair… the same bright eyes… the same wings. She never speaks in the dreams. Just watches me with that calm face, like she knows me better than I know myself.”

My chest pulls tight. I close the diary slowly.

I don’t like admitting this out loud, not even in writing… but sometimes I pray to her. Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it’s because the doctors keep saying everything is “fine” with me, yet nothing happens. Maybe I’m just desperate. But every night, before I sleep, I whisper the same thing:

“Please… help me. Please give me a child.”

By the time I lie down, exhaustion weighs on my body. My eyelids fall shut almost instantly.

I don’t know how long I sleep before it happens.

At first, I think it’s part of a dream—the feeling of something soft brushing my arm. Light. Warm. Almost like a feather or a fingertip. Then it moves, just a little, across my shoulder.

I groan softly and shift.

Then it happens again.

A slow, gentle stroke along my skin.

My eyes snap open.

The room is dark except for the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. My heart thuds in my chest. I lie still, trying to listen, trying to breathe quietly.

There—another soft touch, this time on my cheek.

Not a dream.

My breath catches.

I sit up slowly, my hands trembling, and that’s when I see her.

A figure stands near the end of my bed—tall, glowing faintly, like she’s wrapped in moonlight. Her long blonde hair falls over her shoulders in waves.

Her wings are huge, spreading and folding with slow, quiet movements that stir the air. She wears strange dark pants, smooth and fitted, like they came from a world with no sewing machines and yet perfect stitching.

I freeze.

The air leaves my lungs in one sharp gasp.

She’s real. She’s actually real.

The same woman from my dreams.

“Ma… Mara.” Her voice is soft, yet it fills the room, warm and steady.

My whole body goes numb. Hearing my name in that voice feels like my soul is being touched.

“You—” My voice cracks. “No. No, this can’t be… I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming.”

“You’re not,” she says, stepping closer. There’s something in her eyes—something gentle, almost loving. “I’ve been watching over you for a long time.”

I shake my head, my breath trembling. “You… you touched me. You woke me up.”

“You called for me,” she answers. “Every night.”

My throat tightens. “I prayed to you. I begged for… for a child. But I didn’t think you could hear me.” My eyes sting. “I thought I was losing my mind.”

“You’re not mad,” she whispers, coming close enough that I can feel her warmth. “My name is Serai. I am your guardian.”

I press my hand to my chest, trying to steady my heartbeat. “Guardian? Then… why appear now?”

Serai’s wings flick slightly, feathers rustling like soft wind. “Because tonight… you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?” I breathe.

She steps close enough that I can see the faint glow tracing along her skin, the strange patterns like light tattoos.

“To conceive,” she says.

The word slams into me.

My mouth falls open. “But… what does that even mean? How? You’re—” I swallow, staring at her beauty, her presence, her otherworldly form. “What are you?”

She kneels in front of me, wings folding neatly behind her. “I am the one chosen to give you the child your heart has cried for.”

I stare at her, a thousand emotions crashing into each other—fear, hope, disbelief, longing.

This can’t be real.

And yet she’s right here.

Her voice softens even more. “Do not be afraid, Mara. I came because you wished for life… and I am the answer to that wish.”

I feel my hands shaking.

My voice comes out small, fragile. “My guardian…?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “And tonight, your journey begins.”

For a fleeting moment, I stare in confusion, my heart racing so fast I fear it might break through my ribcage.

Serai gives me a faint smile, emotions swirling behind those bright eyes.

“We must hurry now, or risk missing the appointed time.”

She’s already pulling me up, and the moment our skin meets, a sharp electric tension shoots through me, making me tremble.

“What about my husband? Surely he is needed for us to make this baby… right?” I ask, my voice shaking. Tobi was never a deep sleeper, surely he should hear our noise.

But Serai only smiles. She towers above me, almost seven feet tall. Taller than any man I’ve ever seen. And strangely, her breasts are so large they press against the tight outfit she wears.

“Trust me,” she says softly. “Your husband is of no use tonight.”

“But—” I try to argue, but she shuts me up with a kiss.

I freeze, completely stunned by what just happened.

The angel from my dreams just kissed me. If this isn’t crazy enough… I don’t know what is.

“What are you doing?” I manage to croak, my voice barely a whisper.

“I’m giving you exactly what you prayed for. A child.”

With those words, she drops her pants in one swift move—almost like her clothes disappear on their own, and suddenly my guardian angel is standing naked in front of me.

The startling part is the peculiar element she possesses. In front of me stands a female… with a male organ.

“How is this possible?” My voice breaks. I swallow hard, my eyes glued to the largest dick I have ever seen.

She chuckles and steps closer, but I take a step back. “You’re not real.”

“You know I am real, Mara,” she says calmly. “You have always felt my presence. And now, it is time to make your wish come true.”

Tears well in my eyes as words fail me. For six years, Tobi and I have been married, and still no child. People whispered that I was barren. I desperately needed to get pregnant.

“How?” I whisper, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“We are called Futanari,” she begins. “From a realm beyond the human world. Our kind was created with great purpose—to protect humans and keep balance. I have watched you for a long time, Mara. And now, this is the moment you have been praying for.”

She steps closer, and even without touching me, I feel the heat of her presence. There’s something restless in the way her body moves—like energy rolling under her skin, barely held back. It’s surreal standing in front of something so extraordinary, so impossible, yet so real.

“So… what do I do?” I whisper. My whole body is trembling, and she sees it.

Her voice drops, low and dark. “Allow me to guide you, Mara. Let me take control.”

I swallow hard but nod. She reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, her touch soft enough to make my knees weaken.

God. She’s beautiful. Too beautiful. And my mind can’t help imagining what she could do to me… what this moment could become… what it might mean.

How that enormous 8-inch cock would fit inside me.

“Please…”

“I have imagined this day for so long, Mara.”

“You have?”

Gently she unties my gown; it drops to the ground, leaving me in only my underwear. My large breasts were open to her eyes.

A soft sound escapes her, and she lifts her hands to my chest, cupping me gently. A small gasp slips from my lips, and my eyes dart toward the door on instinct.

She senses the fear instantly.

“No one will hear you,” she murmurs. “This room is protected with my spells. Your husband will not wake.”

I swallow again, my heart pounding. Maybe I’m desperate. Maybe I’m dreaming. Maybe both. But after all the years of trying… of failing… what else is left for me to lose?

If there’s even the smallest chance this could give me a child…

If this is the answer I prayed for…

I’m scared—yes.

But with a cock like that? I also want this.

I want her.