Polita Inozo, a blue-skinned chibifolk woman, woke up early as the sun was rising. Slipping out of bed, she stood before her full-length mirror, completely nude. "I'm so sexy", she purred, running her hands up and down her naked body. She cupped her breasts, raising the left one up, then letting it drop before raising up the right one.
Up, down. Up, down. She stared at herself, enjoying the sight. Polita laughed. If she had a boyfriend he would surely enjoy this activity. She knew she did. Polita went to her closet and picked out a simple slip dress, then pulled it over her head. As far as clothing goes, she decided that was enough. Excepting a bow. She definitely needed one, so selected a pink one and tied up her long black hair. Finally she added some pearl earrings.
The four-foot-tall woman then packed a picnic basket. A bottle of water and some fruit. That should be enough for her excursion. According to her girlfriend Maite, her brother kept a boat down by the shore, not far from here. Though hidden under a tree slightly up the coast, with palm fronds covering it.
She read in the paper that a beachside resort was running a chibiladies' day and exotic alcoholic drinks were half price. She didn't get the chance to inquire as to whether or not she could borrow the boat. She would have asked Maite, and asked her to join her, except she was working all day today. She had a job dancing at the local chibiman gentlemen's club.
This is an establishment where Maite said she could get Polita a job. While Polita had no problem stripping for men, she wasn't a good dancer. She was actually kind of a klutz. Maite said she could serve drinks. There were other chibiwomen who served drinks while topless, and she didn't need to be able to dance to do that. Except the pay was a lot less. Turns out it was the dancers who made the real money.
"You could rake it in by giving hwelas", Maite insisted.
When Polita protested, Maite pointed out that her friend had previously bragged about how good she was at it. "You love going down", Maite said, remembering what her friend told her.
While she remembered correctly, Polita said that wasn't for money and that she isn't a galbo.
"Well, you can make a lot of chibidon, and I mean a lot. You might want to think about it". Maite said she didn't see anything wrong with it and felt like her friend was judging her. Because, yes, she did give head to men she didn't know from time to time. Though only for a big stack of chibidon.
Polita told her friend she would think about it. For now she had enough money to get by. She sold chibifruits and nuts that grew on her property, a small estate she inherited from her mother. Supposedly her mother had been eaten by a dragon. That is what the authorities told her so long ago. Apparently she was swallowed whole. Polita wasn't sure she believed it, but she never saw her mother again. That was when she was only 14 years old. Currently she was 21 and had lived on her inheritance since then, drawing it down over time.
Why her funds were running low. She enjoyed a life of leisure and wasn't eager to get a job, so told her Maite she might be interested at the end of the summer season. Which had only just begun. Her funds weren't low enough that it was time to panic. Besides, the warm weather was ideal for having fun.
She said goodbye to her chibibird, Loro. A fat green parrot-like creature that stood approximately 2 feet tall, or half her height. She didn't ask Loro if he wanted to come, as he was afraid of the water. And he was over 100 years old (having previously been her mother's pet). Which wasn't ancient for a chibibird, but he wasn't a youngling either.
The bird saw her and squawked, "tekoki!" Polita noticed he was visibly aroused.
Give a chibiomu a handjob one time, and it will never leave you alone! "Very well", Polita relented. She took hold of the old bird's chinpo and gave it a few yanks. Nothing. So she got to work, vigorously moving her hand up and down the shaft until Loro's needs were sated. The bird squawked loudly, ogazumu achieved.
Polita got a rag from the kitchen and cleaned up the pool of superuma. "Ugh!" she exclaimed, chucking the rag into the trash. She retrieved her red pocketbook that had some chibidons in it (for the drinks) and slipped it into the picnic basket. Then she departed her domicile, a bungalow on Chibi-Irie, a seaside village on the big island of Chibiairando. As she stepped through the door, Polita glanced back and noticed the bird was fast asleep, cooing softly in the warm sun streaming through the window next to its perch.
After descending the 2 stone steps in front of her house, Polita skipped down a cobblestone path lined with pink tulips, humming an old chibifolk song. It was a tune as old as the hills, taught to her by her mother. She got to the white picket fence and, after opening it, closed it behind her. She flipped a sign there to indicate that her business was closed. In case any customers came by looking for fruits and nuts. Which she had not picked in any case. That could wait.
Smelling the lilac in the air as a warm breeze blew, Polita smiled, anticipating the fun ahead. She turned and walked south down a path, passing a few other bungalows, the homes of her chibifolk neighbors. After walking south for 20 moments in chibitime, she reached a hidden dirt path. This was the path where, at the end, Maite's brother Iker hid his boat. Maite pointed it out to Polita the last time they walked this way. The beach was a short distance away.
Maite did caution Polita that Iker didn't want anyone messing with it. So they'd have to wait for a time convenient to him. Then he might take them for an excursion. She heard there was an island with sea turtles some chibimiles into the ocean. She would like to see that, but didn't have the courage to try to get there on her own. Why she would stick with her plan and follow the coast. That should be easy enough and ensure she wouldn't get lost.
She got to the boat and uncovered it, removing the palm fronds. What Iker didn't know couldn't bother him, she reasoned. She would use it, be gone for the day, and have it back by evening. He couldn't object or get mad because she would never tell him. And she would put everything back exactly as she found it. If he ever did find out, she'd offer to pleasure his inkei with a tekoki or burojobu. He'd quickly forget any objections with that offer on the table, Polita was confident.
After the craft was uncovered, she dragged it down to the water. It wasn't far. She placed her picnic basket in the bottom of the boat, then pushed it into the water. Finally she got in, sat down and picked up the oars. Using an oar to push off, the boat drifted out into the cove. Polita started to row. After exiting the cove, she steered left. Now it should be easy. She could sit back and allow the current to guide her down the shore. She would be at the resort in no time, she was convinced.
The boat drifted parallel to the beach. This is just what she imagined would happen! Polita placed the oars into the bottom of the boat and sat back, enjoying the ride. Once in a while she drifted away from the shore and she had to use the oars to correct her course, but mostly it was just drifting. Polita munched on a green apple, enjoying the scenery. She passed on small beach on which some of her fellow chibifolk played. Blues, like her. But also Greens, Yellows and Purples. Both men and women, boys and girls.
A stacked purple chibiwoman with long violet hair noticed her and waved. "She's hot", Polita remarked. "I'd definitely be into her". But she didn't recognize her as someone she knew. Maybe she should steer toward the shore. The woman did smile, so she might be into a make-out session? Polita decided to stick to her plan. Besides, when she tried to row toward the shore the current resisted, so she gave up.
Some time passed and the sun rose high in the sky. The shoreline got rocky. She didn't see anyone, so she decided to slip out of her dress and get some sun. The warm rays of the sun felt incredible on her bare skin. She gave her foofa a few rubs. Thinking of the purple woman's tits made her horny. She imagined they were kissing. After she brought herself to orgasm she felt tired.
"I'll close my eyes for a few minutes", Polita sighed. Soon she was asleep. Not that much time passed when she woke, due to a feeling that the boat was suddenly moving a lot faster. Looking around, Polita noticed that the shore was much more distant. And getting further away. Even though she was still moving parallel to the shore, she was (at the same time) moving farther away from it.
It wasn't time to panic yet. Polita reached for the oars, intending to use them to navigate closer to the coast. She stuck the oars in the water and felt the water moving swiftly, providing great resistance. Attempting to row despite the resistance, suddenly one oar was wrenched from her hand. Dropping into the water, it was quickly left behind.
"Peoji!" she screamed, cursing her misfortune. Now what? The shore was still visible, though much more distant. But she seemed to still be moving parallel to it. Hopefully the shore would jut out to meet her, or at least come closer? He hoped that was the case. Not knowing what to do, she decided she would just let things play out and trust that her luck would be good. Usually it was.
Reaching into her wicker basket, Polita took out her water. Holding it up, she read the label. The purple-hued liquid said it was Genius Water, and was for smart people who want to stay hydrated. She remembered picking it out at the grocery store. The marketing caught her attention, which is why she decided to buy it, despite it being a little pricey.
Given that she was smart, obviously the water was for her. She took a few sips and found it to be quite warm. "Gross", the still nude chibiwoman exclaimed. Suddenly there was a jolt, as if something huge hit the bottom of her boat. The jolt was sudden, and actually lifted the boat a few inches out of the water. Caught off guard, Polita dropped the bottle before securing the cap and it spilled all over her dress, completely soaking it.
"What the frick!" Time passed and the sun began to set. The air grew chilly as a cool breeze began to blow. Clouds drifted overhead, darkening the landscape further. Some goosebumps appeared on the chibiwoman's skin and she decided she wanted to cover up. Except her dress was still quite wet. Polita had an idea. She took hold of her dress and held it over her head. "I'll make this breeze work for me", she declared.
It seemed to be working, though it was taking a long time. And her arms were growing tired. Suddenly the breeze picked up and a sudden gust ripped the fabric from her grip. Polita watched, horrified as her dress flew away like a kite in the wind. The chibiwoman screamed. "Kuso!" She watched as it disappeared into the clouds, completely gone. Now she felt as if she could cry.
Then she noticed it. An enormous blue-gray fin circling her vessel. A shark? It certainly appeared that was the case. What did it want with her? Polita forgot about crying. Now she was extremely worried. Worse yet, the shore had now completely vanished. What should she do now? Further and further she drifted. At least she felt as though that was what was happening. It was hard to tell what direction she was going with no point of reference.
Polita had heard that across the ocean there was a human settlement. Avoid the humans was a warning well known among the chibifolk. Though she had never seen one. Apparently they were giants. Would she eventually land on a foreign shore and possibly encounter a human giant? Perhaps. If she didn't become shark food first.
Polita looked around, scanning for the fin, but saw nothing. Maybe the shark left? Suddenly a ho-ho-ji-ro-za-me (great white shark) rose out of the water, only a few feet from her location. Its jaws snapped as it lunged. Polita quickly grabbed the remaining oar, thrusting it in the direction of the enormous snapping maw. The shark bit down, then started chomping, quickly chewing up the oar. The shark bit down on the side of the boat. Grabbing hold, it started to shake the craft back and forth violently.
Panicked, but with few options, Polita jabbed both of her thumbs into the shark's eyes. Just like that, the shark released its grip and slipped into the depths, taking a chunk of the boat with it. Now there was a gaping hole in the side the boat. As it bobbed up and down in the sea, saltwater sloshed into the boat. She emptied out the picnic basket and used it to bail out the water that entered. It worked, though not that well, given that the wicker was porous.
She continued to bail, even though her arms were tired. It wasn't long before they began to hurt. It seemed this was the end? Then, with a crack of thunder, it began to rain. The boat lurched, groaned, and began to sink. Polita didn't wait. She jumped out, plunging into the cold water. Then, turning around, she heaved the little craft over. The hull flipped with a hollow whomp, trapping a pocket of air beneath it. She clung to the slick underside, hauling herself up until she lay sprawled across the overturned boat, chest heaving. Rain hammered the sea around her as she drifted alone on her tiny island of wood.
The picnic basket was gone, along with her chibifruits and pocketbook. The rain continued to sting her freezing skin. The waves rocked her boat back and forth, threatening to sink it.
Finally the downpour ended, though the rain continued to fall lightly. Then not at all. She was so cold she continued to shiver as she clung tightly to the overturned vessel.
Eventually the clouds parted, revealing a pale full moon in the sky. Hours passed and Polita almost fell asleep. Several more hours passed and the sun began to rise. White clouds tinged with pink floated overhead as a yellow sun appeared on the horizon. Polita was about to give up. She was exhausted. She imagined herself slipping into the water and sinking into the depths.
Perhaps her eyes deceived her, but she could swear that she saw a sail appear on the horizon. A medium-sized boat cut through the water, appearing to head directly toward her. She mustered her strength; sitting up, she began to wave her arms, then to yell. Her voice was hoarse because her throat was parched due to a lack of drinkable water.
She was so thirsty, yet she continued to yell. The sailboat altered course slightly, coming more directly toward her. She had been seen. Polita folded her arms across her chest, realizing she was still quite naked. The sailboat continued its approach, finally pulling alongside her. She looked up, the sun nearly blinding her. She saw a handsome muscular young man with tousled brown hair wearing a green tank top.
The man was incredibly tall. More strange, his skin was a sickly pale pinkish and brown color. All over his body. She had never seen anything like it. Could this be a human? She didn't know what else could explain what she saw. But, while the human was quite tall, he was still smaller than she had imagined. Not a giant as she was told.
The man looked at her with bewilderment. He saw a child with skin that was unnaturally blue. Except she had the figure of a woman. He could see that plainly.
"Take my hands", the man said, reaching out to her over the side of the sailboat. His voice was booming and deep, frightening Polita. Though she had little choice. If the man decided to harm her, she had no defense, given her weakened condition.
So she reached up and the man grabbed her arms, pulling her over the side. She landed in a heap on the deck of the sailboat. "Thank you", Polita squeaked. The man left her there for a bit. Then she suddenly felt herself being lifted up and wrapped in a towel.
"What are you?" the perplexed man asked. But the small blue woman with the overly large head and eyes didn't answer. She sank back to the deck and lay there, exhausted. Unable to keep her eyes open, Polita fell asleep.
Some time later she woke. The boat rocked gently in the ocean. Opening her eyes she saw the man crouched in front of her. "You must be one of the chibifolk?" he asked. The man introduced himself as Nathan Pescatore, a fisherman. "My father read me some stories as a child about chibifolk. But the stories were works of fiction. Or so I thought".
Nathan gave Polita a bottle of water and she took a small sip. It seemed this human was friendly. Or he might be trying to lull her into a false sense of security? At first she imagined that the man might want to cook and eat her. But it seemed her very existence amazed him. As his existence amazed her. Nathan offered her some bread to eat.
Polita ate the bread and drank more of the water. Then she told him what happened.
"A great white shark?" Nathan didn't seem to believe her tale. And a riptide? But, upon considering what she said, Nathan decided it was plausible. "You were lost at sea for 2 days?" Nathan asked.
Suddenly Polita was worried. "No. Much longer. I'm an explorer. I've been island hopping for many months. My community is actually far, far away. Way to far for you to reach. Besides, I won't tell you the way". It was better to be safe than sorry. If humans found out about the chibifolk, they might want to invade and take what they have. She had heard that humanfolk were violent. Also giants. Though the giant part turned out to not be accurate.
This one didn't seem violent, but what about his kin? Nathan told her he was from a fishing village about a day from their current location. He wasn't actually fishing, but searching for the Krymmeno Nisi, which was a fabled hidden island. According to his map, it was located in this general location.
Nathan gave Polita a clean T-shirt for her to wear. She used a length of twine as a belt, tying it around her waist for a belt. Then she sat on a crate.
"Take a look at this", Nathan said, unfurling a brittle, yellowing parchment. "Perhaps, being an explorer, you will see something I missed".
Polita didn't know anything about maps, but decided she was obligated to pretend she did. "This is completely wrong", the chibiwoman concluded after studying it for some time. "This isn't at all how a chibi cartographer would make it. I can't make heads or tails of this nonsense". This seemed like a believable lie. She smiled, proud of herself for recalling the fancy word for a map drawer. Then she handed the map back to Nathan. "Sorry".
"Ah, well, I am pretty sure I'm in the general location", Nathan replied, taking back the map. "It should be here", he said, pointing to a blank area on the map. "The island isn't on the map, but this is where it should be. The Roman woman I purchased it from gave me the cipher to translate these runes around the edges.
Polita didn't really understand what he was talking about, but nodded in agreement. "So, what do you plan to do next?" she asked. Perhaps he could take her home. But then she would need to tell him the direction. It wasn't but a few days back in the opposite direction. She guessed but wasn't sure. This certainly was a conundrum. She would have to think on it. Right now it seemed there was no easy answer as to how she was going to get back home.
Nathan ate some bread and dried fish, then drank from a flask. He grimaced when he drank it, but concluded that it was the good skata, regardless. Polita suspected what he drank was alcohol. This reminded her of the sweet alcoholic drinks she had planned on purchasing after drifting down the coast.
"Can I have some?" she inquired.
"This is an adult beverage, not for a youngling such as yourself". Nathan screwed the cap back on the flask and slipped it into his pocket.
"Pffft!" Polita replied. "I'm not that young. My age is 21 chibiyears".
Nathan didn't know what a chibiyear was. It sounded similar to human years. Nathan revealed he was 19. Though that didn't mean he was younger and she was older. Nathan looked at Polita incredulously. Could she be? He decided she could be. Given that the chibifolk were short. She could be an adult and actually older than him. He asked if she had consumed alcohol previously. Polita confirmed that she had. Many times. So Nathan passed her the flask.
"That's some potent stuff", he cautioned. "So don't drink too much".
Polita accepted the flask and, after unscrewing the cap, took a big swig. Only because the human had cautioned her not to. "Wow!" she exclaimed. Her throat burned and her eyes watered. But it tasted good, she decided. So she took a second drink. "That really is some strong kuso!"
She quickly took a few more gulps, draining the flask. Nathan was amazed. Polita asked if he had more, and Nathan confirmed that he did. He said he had a supply in a barrel below decks and went to get more. Soon the pair was thoroughly intoxicated.
Polita thought about the age difference. "How long is a human year?" she asked. According to Nathan a human year measured the amount of time it took the Earth to travel around the sun. Polita considered this and decided what Nathan told her made no sense at all.
"What do you mean? The world going somewhere in relation to the sun seemed pretty dumb. "It is common knowledge that the sun moves across the sky. It's the sun that moves, not the land". This guy could be that stupid?
Nathan was intrigued. He asked her to explain. As per what she said, The warm ocean currents brought with them higher temperatures that lasted 400 days, after which cooler weather accompanied colder currents. This was a cycle of 400 chibidays of warmer weather followed by 300 chibidays of cooler weather. And that cycle made up one chibiyear. And she was 21 chibiyears old.
Nathan considered this. He did some math in his head, concluding this meant that Polita was actually over 40 years old.
"No, way", Polita replied. "40 isn't that old, but it is more than twice my current age. I'm slightly older than you, like I said. I could show you my identification card, but it was in my purse, which was lost in the shark attack".
Nathan decided to let the subject drop. But he did continue to think about the implications. This small woman was almost as old as his mother. Apparently. What she said, in regards to how she measured time, made sense. So it must be the case that she was over 40. In real years. As opposed to chibiyears.
"Hey, I've been thinking", Polita said after a few more drinks. "Given our closeness in age, it would be not inappropriate at all for us to screw". Polita hoped she hadn't shocked Nathan, but she was suddenly incredibly horny.
Nathan confessed he had thought about it. Ever since he saw her completely naked body. Which he said was very sexy. But because she was younger, he pushed those thoughts from his mind. But now, given this new information, he was thinking about it again.
"Then it's settled", Polita concluded. "My confession is that I've been wondering what it looks like. Your inkei, I mean". Polita blushed. But decided directness was the best course of action, if she was going to get what she wanted. Which was a bit of bouncy-bouncy on Nathan's inkei.
Nathan stood and pulled down his cargo shorts. "Here you go", he said, handling it.
Polita approached. "Magnificent", she said. "Not grotesque at all. I was thinking it might be". Polita took hold and started to massage it. Nathan moaned, then let out a gasp when Polita gave it a long lick. Starting with the fuguri and dragging her tongue up the shaft. Then she kissed the tip for a while before swallowing as much of the length as she could take.
Nathan ground his genitals against her face, grabbing hold of the chibiwoman's silky black locks.
"I want you inside me", Polita exclaimed after removing Nathan's inkei from her mouth and swallowing. A small dribble of seieki ran down her chin. Nathan sat on the deck of the sailboat and Polita stood over his lap. Then she lowered her body down onto his engorged inkei. Feeling the tip, she continued to press down. First there was resistance, then it slipped in, her gein stretching to accommodate it's width.
Nathan groaned loudly. Polita lowered herself all the way, feeling Nathan's okisa push deep inside her. This was unlike any previous sexual experience. The chibiwoman began to bounce up and down. First shallow, then deep. Then shallow followed by deep again. Over and over. This went on for some time. She shuttered as waves of rapturous pleasure flowed though her body. Eventually she came several times before Nathan also orgasmed.
When finished, Polita lay sweaty in Nathan's embrace. The chibiwoman was more content in that moment that she had ever been in her life. Was this what love felt like? Moonlight bathed the deck of the sailboat. Polita's small frame on top of the human's larger body. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled herself up. They were face to face, and kissed. Deeply and passionately.
Nathan also thought he might be in love, which was strange, given that he had only known this woman a few days. What would his parents think if he brought home a diminutive blue woman with a strangely large head and large blue eyes? Obviously this wasn't an option and presented a serious problem. If their relationship was to continue. But that was a future problem, as opposed to a now problem. So he pushed it out of his mind and continued making out with the small blue woman.
They kissed for some time more before falling asleep. But first Polita decided she wanted to handle it some more, and did so. She was truly entranced. This, she decided while massaging it with both hands, would be hers and at her disposal whenever she wanted to enjoy the pleasure it brought. She had never been more sure of anything in her life.
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Realistically, the chibi woman and the human fisherman probably would speak different languages. But having them both speak and understand English was a lot more convenient for the story, Nathan Williams, the author, decided.
He liked where this was going. Now what? Nathan decided that Polita suggests they try anal. And Nathan comes up with the idea that they use olive oil to lubricate the chibiwoman's butthole.
Nathan wrote that down. This will be a good place to pick up the second part of the story, which will have the couple finding and exploring the island. Also having a lot more sex. Polita is willing to do absolutely anything to please the Nathan in the story. Given that he, as her creator, could have her do anything he wanted.
Quite unlike with his ex-wife. She never wanted to try new things in bed, Nathan reflected ruefully. He couldn't make her do anything.
He wasn't sure where his story was going, but did decide that telegraphing a happy ending would make the story less interesting. So he had to at least make it seem that the chibiwoman might want to return home.
Nathan could see the story getting a bit lengthy. This might end up being the first chapter in a chibi-themed romance novel. Chicks liked those, so he might have come up with some ideas for additional chapters that could be compiled into a steamy bestseller featuring Polita the chibi woman and Nathan the human fisherman finding love and having adventures. Also banging frequently.
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