Below the break you can find the initial entry for this backer driven story. It is being written like all of my other poll driven story, only one high level Patreon backer gets to see and vote on the polls for what happens next. This fills up the last of these backer slots, but if one should open up again I’ll be sure to make that known.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a short entry, at about 2,400 words. It’s mostly introducing the main character and initial McGuffin that will drive the plot, but there is a little masturbation scene. the backer has expressed that they are open to the full range of what I write, so expect a combination of boy/girl and girl/girl sex along with everything from full consent in the sexual action to hard non-con.

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Ynara’s Curse

Kiara Campbell glanced over her shoulder, looking back at the village of Newbottle. She’d spent her whole life living in the village, residing in a small cottage. Her family’s move from the village out to a farmstead nearby was one she knew was small in the grand scheme of things but had left her feeling as though they would be leaving their home far behind.

Heading to the village on foot to fill a basket with fresh bread and a few sweet treats from the baker hadn’t taken anywhere near as long as she’d feared. As she made her way back to her new home she discovered the trek felt even shorter on the way back.

Maybe our new life won’t be as different as I feared, she thought.

She’d felt nothing but apprehension since her father had used his savings to purchase an abandoned farmstead. He was giving up the security of being a farmhand for another while pulling their family away from the home they’d lived in for longer than Kiara could remember.

The young woman looked around, letting herself look at the pleasant rolling hills and farmlands surrounding her. For the first time since moving to her new home she let herself see how beautiful and peaceful it was away from the crowded bustle of the village.

When she arrived at the farmstead her family now called home she tried to look at it with fresh eyes as well. When her father first brought her to it she’d been horrified. The place had been abandoned for years and to her eyes had looked little more than dilapidated ruins.

In a surprisingly short time her father, with a little help from some of his closest friends, had fixed up the small home at the center of the farmstead. Seeing it now, looking almost as though it was freshly constructed, she realized how little work the place had needed.

I should have more faith in my father, she as she spotted him on the roof. The man was finishing up patching a hole that had gone overlooked till the previous night. It had rained then for the first time since they moved in, revealing the hole in their home’s common room.

The sky had cleared that morning but looking past her father she could see a fresh storm heading their way. The dark clouds concerned her little. She’d never minded rain and knew the deluge of moisture would be good for the initial crops her father had managed to plant.

“Hello, Father,” Kiara called out, waving to him.

“Hello, daughter,” the man replied as he wiped sweat from his brow. He seemed to notice the approaching clouds for the first time as he did. “I suppose we’ll find out tonight if I’ve done a good job,” he called down to his daughter.

“I’m sure you’ve done just fine,” she called up to him. “Look, Father, I’ve brought you a treat,” she added holding up her basket. “Freshly baked bread and some of your favorite sweet treats from the baker!”

“What a wonderful daughter I have,” he called down as he gathered his tools and began tossing them off the roof onto a pile of hay.

Once he had climbed down she brought him the basket. “I wish there was something more I could do to help today,” she told him as he grabbed the loaf of bread and ripped off a piece.

The man smiled kindly at her as he finished chewing what was in his mouth. “It’s not a young woman’s place to help with such matters. You’ve already done all the work that’s to be done setting up our home, from now on you can help most by staying out of the way.”

“If that’s what you think is best,” she told her father. She put the basket down and looked around. “May I go investigate that barn over there?” she asked. “I know you’ve not begun work on it yet. I’d like to get a good look to compare when you’re done repairing it.”

Her father nodded. “Sure, as long as you promise to be careful. And don’t do anything unladylike while you’re out there,” he added, pinching one of her cheeks.

“I promise,” she said, pulling away.

As she made her way towards the abandoned barn she rubbed her cheek. It had been a great many years since she’d enjoyed the painful act of endearment her father loved so much.

I’m a woman grown but I suspect he still sees me only as his little girl… She sighed heavily, unsure how she felt about that. She knew once her father stopped thinking of her that way he’d begin pushing her into marriage. The idea of finding a partner to make a life with still filled her with confusing, mixed feelings.

There were plenty of girls in the village about her age who had moved onto that part of their lives. “All of them much more attractive than me,” she muttered, kicking a rock.

Kiara knew her face was not unappealing, but her family’s tan skin left most in a village full of pale-skinned Humans unable to see that. Skin tones darker than the rest of the village had made her family stand out almost as much as the few members of the community who weren’t Human. Yet her difference wasn’t enough to make her exotic or interesting.

Her features, although not ugly, were not attractive enough to draw attention. She’d seen that ofttimes that mattered less than a woman’s body. There too she was lacking.

She was no slender beauty. “Curvy,” her father had once told her when she’d shared her insecurities with him. “Some men adore that,” he continued. Later she’d scoffed at the idea. Although she’d learned her father spoke true, she was the WRONG kind of curvy. When she looked in a mirror she saw a young woman who was too bottom-heavy, pear-shaped with a nearly flat chest.

Thunder sounded in the distance as she arrived at the old barn, pulling her out of her mind and back into the moment. She paid the thunder little attention, shifting her focus away from thoughts of her body to the structure before her.

Like the house she found it was not in as much a state of disrepair as she’d first thought. The structure seemed sound and even after entering and seeing that part of the roof had fallen in she felt the place was safe to explore.

She wandered about for a time, more out of boredom than anything else, taking to kicking at the detritus from the section of the roof that had collapsed. As she kicked a bit of broken roof away it revealed a section of the barn floor that caught her interest. The floorboards there were warped from the water the hole in the roof had allowed in. There seemed to be an open space under them, something hidden in it.

Kiara cleared away the rubble before carefully flattening the skirts of her simple peasant dress so she could kneel by the hidden hole. Peeling away the warped boards was no struggle as they seemed to have been built to be easily removed.

“A hiding place,” she whispered as she looked down into the revealed space. It was only big enough to hide a small chest that had been tucked away inside it. The girl grabbed the chest, excitedly hefting out. It wasn’t large, her best guess putting it at only two feet wide and one tall at most. Nor, she discovered, was it locked.

Outside the barn the sky had darkened as the thick clouds had moved in. Lightning struck again just as rain began to fall.

Kiara stood to get away from the rain now falling through the hole in the roof, taking the chest with her. She thought about bringing the chest back to the house where there would be good lighting to make out the contents more clearly but the thought of having to share this hidden treasure with anyone before she even knew what was inside gave her pause.

She ended up setting it down on a half-rotted table, shoving the rusted tools left resting on it to the floor. Her hands shook as she slowly opened the lid, excited to discover what had been hidden away like this but not important enough to be taken when the previous owners had abandoned the homestead.

Inside she found a book with a red leather cover. She had to struggle in the dim lighting to read the single word pressed into the cover. “It’s a journal,” she whispered once she was able to decipher the word. She didn’t have to worry about trying to read its contents in the dark of the barn, the journal was locked with no sign of a key in the chest.

Kiara set aside the journal and next pulled out a rolled-up piece of parchment. Just as she unrolled it there was a flash of lightning allowing her to see writing in a language she didn’t recognize. A moment later the writing was gone. She quickly decided there had never been writing on it and that the lightning had just helped her eyes play a trick on her.

She rolled the parchment back up and set it beside the journal. There was only one thing left in the chest, a small hand mirror. She pulled it out and inspected it. It had been made with fine craftsmanship far beyond anything her family had ever been able to afford, but beyond that there seemed to be nothing special about it.

As she moved to return it and the other items to the chest lightning flashed again. She saw that she’d been wrong about the chest not containing anything else.

“A ring,” she whispered. “A beautiful ring,” she added as she pulled it out and held it up to inspect. It was made of perfectly polished silver and had a small red gem set on its top. She thought at first the gem was glowing slightly, but the dim illumination was so brief she was left unsure she’d seen it.

Her family had never struggled, but they’d never been wealthy enough to afford something as useless and pretty as the ring she was holding. The thought of having such a bauble excited her and she put the ring on without hesitation.

Kiara reeled as a wave of disorienting warmth rushed out of the ring into her body. It flowed down, lingering at her womanhood. She was left feeling short of breath as she ground her thick thighs together, struggling to understand why she felt so suddenly hot and moist between her legs.

The warmth soon flowed up her body. When it reached her chest it stopped, soaking into her breasts. They were so small they could barely be said to exist, but in that moment Kiara felt they were immense. The heat that had soaked into them was so intense they MUST be larger to contain that much intensity.

She found herself suddenly dizzy. Kiara stumbled, having to grab onto the table for support. The dizziness became a hot haziness that left her head spinning. As that feeling overcame her she felt sleepy, her mind so hazy it had no choice but to withdraw.

Next thing Kiara knew she was lying in her bed. She blinked, confused. She had no memory of how she’d gotten back to the house. Had she passed out and someone carried her there?

Sitting up she found it was dark outside, the light rain of the storm that had just been rolling in much heavier now. The sound of it colliding with the window brought memories back. She remembered returning to the house, the rain pelting her face and soaking her clothing. She’d sneaked the chest in and hidden it in her room. When he encountered her she’d been acting strange. She’d told him she didn’t feel good, fearing he’d discover her new treasures, and headed to bed early.

Upon remembering the chest Kiara reached for her finger. The ring was still there. She sat in the dark, fingering it absentmindedly. Doing so calmed her. It also warmed her in a way she didn’t often feel.

The warmth made her realize she had been sleeping naked. That made her think more about the warmth she felt, a warmth that radiated from her womanhood. She laid back down, slipping her hands between her legs. She rolled over, huddled under the blankets, and touched herself.

She’d masturbated before, although not often. That wasn’t what she did then, it was more light rubbing to work out the warmth she felt. Like a sensual itch that needed scratching and nothing more.

The rubbing made her aware of her nipples. They ached oddly, drawing her attention to them. She rolled onto her back, her hands abandoning her womanhood and going to her chest.

Kiara intended to play with her nipples, hoping that rolling them between her fingers and maybe pinching them a little would help her work out the needy sensation she felt in them.

She didn’t, at least not at first. Upon reaching her small breasts she discovered they felt tender, sore, and perhaps a bit swollen. It reminded her of what sometimes happened when she had her period, but she knew the time was not right for that.

After grabbing them to give them a gentle, easing squeeze she gasped. They were incredibly sensitive! It was a little overwhelming but in a good way.

Soon she was lying under the covers playing with her breasts. She wiggled and moaned in delight. Her hips rocked, her womanhood needing attention. Unwilling to move her hands away from her breasts for long Kiara ended up shoving a spare pillow between her legs so she could hump it while she continued to play with her breasts.

She panted. She moaned. She rose towards climax quicker than she’d ever done so in her life. When she came it was an intense explosion of sexual bliss unlike any she’d ever experienced, so good that it left her wondering why she hadn’t masturbated more often!

It also left her feeling drained.

As soon as she came down from her orgasm she found herself drifting off to sleep, still lazily humping the pillow between her legs as she clung to her small breasts…