Shygirl Adventure #1 (Complete)

Within the Mushroom Kingdom, there were plenty of mysteries here and there. But among them all was one that was always tossed around between hormonal teenage guys, some gals too, and the bars that stood open extra late on a given day.

A land of women that never seemed to end. A land filled with nothing but shygirls. Ladies of all types. Big, small, mature, young, thin, thick, etc. Any man who comes across it, is guaranteed to live a life few ever dare to dream could be reality. But shygirls are thought to be just another myth. Nothing more than a dream made by some creative perverted genius.

But as far as few know, there’s few who’ve had the stones to say they’re looking for paradise and actually follow through their searches for the same legend.

Here is one of their stories.


In a forest on an island far far away from his home, a man in his late twenties, wearing a light brown shirt with a pair of khaki pants stuffed into a pair of black boots and a large travel backpack on his back. In one hand he had a large machete to cut a path through the thick forest while in the other he’s got a map. Just when he was about to fall over from exhaustion, he found a clearing with a large flat stone big enough to sit on.

“Oh thank god…!”

He dragged his legs along until he reached it, falling flat on it, drenched in sweat and panting harder than he could remember. Throwing off his backpack beside the stone he struggled to reach for the canister on his hip. But it paid off when he could taste the refreshing taste of cold water running down his throat. He drank almost half the bottle empty when he was done. He sat up, grabbed his bag and pulled it on top of his seat with him and pulled out a couple of bars and sandwiches. A minute later, along with a swig of water, they were gone. He laid back down on the slab and grabbed his map. An old, musty but still usable map.

‘I’ve had you for so long, haven’t I?’ He thought to himself. While rolled up and tied with a black ribbon he could see the stitched named embroidered into the fabric by none other than Princess Peach herself.

“Anon…”

A name he used when traveling for new locations for the kingdom to spread. Because as long as he searched, he could care less what he was called.

He pulled off the ribbon and opened the map and opened it above him, seeing nothing but blue representing water that was almost completely covered in black circles crossed out with x’s over them. Each circle represented an island he’d discovered and reported to the toads back at the kingdom. While every x was just something he did to let himself know that island wasn’t the one he was looking for. Just from a glance it had to be over twenty different islands easily. He took a deep breath and sighed before sitting up.

“I’ve been looking for almost twelve years now. Though I do owe Peach a lot for letting me do this and funding my expeditions. I actually feel a little bad for doing this behind her back. But I’m paying her back with these new islands I find, so everything works out, right?” he asks himself. “Well in any case,” he closed and wrapped the wrapped the map back up. “I’ve dug myself this deep. Might as well keep digging until I hit gold. Or magma.”

After another ten minutes of rest he packed up any trash, grabbed his machete and continued going through the dense forest. The thick foliage didn’t seem like it had an end in sight, no matter how much he continued chopping. Anon looked around and noticed two things that stuck out. First, the shape of the trees. They swirled and spun around like amusement park rides, cobwebs and vines left unattended around any object, like boulders, hills, etc. The second thing to stick out were the fruits. The shapes reminded him of the normal ones, apples, oranges, bananas and a few more exotic ones but instead of the usual vibrant colors, they were all white with three little black spots. Curious, he stopped to pull out some gloves to pick a few, not knowing if they’re skin is poisonous or not and seal them away in a special vacuum sealed chest.

“Wonder how they taste. They look weird but I’ve eaten weirder-OW!” He slapped the back of his neck and felt something. He pulled it out a to see a cartoonish looking mosquito creature that waved at him before half-lymping, half-flying out of his hand. “Nasty little bugger. Hopefully all those shots Toadsworth forced me to get before leaving should stop me from getting sick. Maybe I’ll be-” Another twelve or so mosquitoes came from all around bit him again.

Anon reached for the emergency communicator mushroom to eat and call for help but his arms went limp, dropping the machete and stopped working all together.

“SHIT!” He knew this wasn’t just a random event now. Either they are that smart, or something was hunting him down using them.  Anon ran back down the path he made as hard and fast as he could, maybe being able to reach the boat he used to get here. The forest whizzed by in view as he ran but he could already feel whatever was inside him already reaching his legs, feeling like each hair on his leg gained another gram by the second. ‘Now I regret not having a team! If I did find them, I didn’t want to share! Damn my greed!’

He felt more bites hit him from behind but he ignored them and just focused on running, sweating bullets not knowing if he’d end up as something or someone's meal. Just when he could see the ocean's horizon past a few trees, his legs gave out and he finally dropped. He could feel his own heart beat slow down before a sense of sleep creeping up. He managed to look up towards the beach before seeing dozens of different blurry figures around and on what he thinks is the ship with his worsening vision.

The last thing he saw was something grabbing his head to look at his face…

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“Anon you can’t be serious! It's just a damn dream, let it go!” someone told him. “Look, it's good you’re working for Peach but you can’t expect to-”

“Look… You got your dreams, I got mine. Even if it doesn’t lead me to anything, that doesn't mean I can’t try. Besides. I at least got the stones to try and see what happens. Instead of wondering if I should have even tried. So I’ll be off. See ya later!” He told his former college roommate. “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find them. Fate’s funny that way!”

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Anon woke up, feeling a sense of relief and looked around wherever he is right now. It was a simple small room with beige colored walls, a couple of red bordered windows that showed it was night time. Some kind of crystal mounted on the walls lit up the room enough to see all the details.

“Wh-ewah-” He tried talking but the word just spit out of his mouth.

‘Whatever hit me is still fucking with me…’ Anon tried moving his arms and legs but he just sort threw them around and barely at that. When he moved, he noticed something under his body. Trying to lift his head up to see what it was, the same thing was under his head. It felt incredibly soft. And rather warm. As he was about to fall back asleep, the door in front of him creaked open.

Anon swore his heart dropped.

The person in front of him wore a bright red hoodie and a green grass skirt with a spear in one hand and a belt resting around her naked hips. But what almost made the poor man cry tears of joy was the white mask she wore hiding her face with only spikes of green hair poking out from under her hoodie.

‘A… Shygirl…’ he was lost for words as the walking dream stepped towards him until she closed the distance between them. She placed her the spear down out of his view and grabbed his head with hands beneath her comically large sleeves. He could feel the heat of her hands from below them. She examined him, slightly turning his head side to side, even coming closer until he could see her, or just her mask’s, eye holes. ‘She's real…’

She laid his head gently back down before pulling something out of her belt and out of view, Anon felt something poke him in the leg. She put whatever she used on him away and he felt her hand scrawl down his chest down to the waist of his pants. The rational part of him felt wanted her to stop but the poison and his own desire for her to continue kept him from doing anything. She tugged his pants trying to pull them down but she couldn’t.

“Leeet mea…” Even though the poison in his system seemed to be going away he was still having a tough time moving. ‘Damn it! I need to move!’ Suddenly there was a knock at the door behind them. She turned her head and got off his lap and went to the door, only to be greeted by several other shygirls of different colors. The red one motioned to me and made a bunch of gestures along with admittedly cute sounds. She stepped out of the way and showed me off to the rest of her group who all huddled around the door to see me. There was a loud call from behind all of them and they all stepped aside only for, who might possibly be, their leader.

She was much taller, about two or three heads taller than the rest at maybe seven or eight feet (2-2.3 meters). Her body was much thicker as well than the rest of them, so much so that her bright pink hoodie/dress hugged her large breasts so much I could see the nipples poking out and her exposed pussy, with bits of blue pubic hair. Her white mask was adorned with blue paint swirls painted where the cheeks are.

She stepped inside and looked down at him, giving anon a better view of her bright blue bush. The amazonian shygirl leader actually bent down to pick him up from under his arms and had him back on his feet. He struggled trying to balance himself when she let go until two Shygirls, a green one and violet one, grabbed an arm and carried him. The leader pointed forward and the two carrying Anon followed right behind with the rest close by.

Anon had a thousand different thoughts rushing through his head but being literally surrounded by Shygirls, the creatures he spent years looking for, was almost too much for him to believe this was anything else but a dream.

He looked around to see the place he’s in is a village, a large one at that. Shygirls across the large grassy plane were doing their things, seemingly talking among themselves until they noticed their leader and Anon walking towards the largest home that towered over the rest. Anon could actually see some normal Shyguys here and there but they didn’t pay any attention and only seemed to talk to themselves while the surrounding gals’s stopped whatever they were doing just to have all eyes on him. If it wasn't for the full moon and bright sky, he wouldn’t have been able to see everything all so easily.

A few more minutes and Anon could fully stand on his own. When he could move his arms, the shygirls holding him up let his arms down and instead wrapped themselves around them like they were his girlfriends going out for a walk.

“I don’t want to wake up. Hey I can talk right!” Anon looked at both girls. “Gals?” They looked up to him and pulled themselves closer onto him, easily feeling their body heat. “This is happening. This is real!” He felt so giddy, he could sing.

Anon was brought in with the entourage of Shygirls that’d gathered close behind. The interior of the house’s flooring, walls and roof is covered inch by inch in a soft spongy white material, contrasting the sturdy stone exterior. Gals that are already inside were just laying around, some asleep or just resting.
“So this is the chief’s home right?” He squeezed his feet, noticing the lack of shoes and socks now, and felt the soft floor. He looked to both girls on his arms and both nodded. “Oh you can all understand me?!” The leader who was inches in front of him and looked down to nod at him. “C-can you speak?” They all shook no. “Ah man… Can you- man how am I gonna understand you?” The leader walked over to a giant purple pillow to sit down and ushered for him to sit beside her. He walked, looking around, counting maybe around twenty or so of them just in the room.

Taking a seat beside her, he sank into it until she picked him up again and pulled him into her lap and his head into her chest, acting like a giant chair.

“You could have just pulled me into your lap if you wanted you know.” He half joked with a smile. She gently wrapped her arms around his neck, her sleeved arms acting like warm scarves. Anon laid back and closed his eyes, feeling her ample breast against the back of his head. He soaked up the the small tender moments. But in that tender moment he failed to notice an extremely thin, almost invisible, needle being stuck into him under the ruse of an affectionate rub from the chief.

Anon didn’t pay any attention to the act and just continued relaxing in silence, not knowing or caring what these beautiful creatures wanted to do to him. In the half hour or so, a myriad of ideas did start coming to mind as he envisioned having some fun with one. Or three. Or twelve. Anon opened his eyes and tried to hide the boner created from his dirty imagination but being here he was just an action or two away from fulfilling his most perverted dreams.

‘They are treating me nice. I wonder how used to Shyguys they are. Maybe they’d want to help me out-’ He was cut off when an azure Shygirl crawled up to him and came to rest her head in his lap. He tried to shimmmy up the chieftain so she laid more on his legs but it was to late when her hand found the tent. She looked up to him, tilting her head as he tried to move her hand off without causing a scene. But that failed as other Shygirls had silently moved closer, forming a circle around him.

When he was about to speak up, a harsh pain ran up his shaft that made him cry out in pain. He tried to grab his crotch in a vain attempt to stop the pain but two hands grabbed his hands and held him in place with impressive strength while the Shygirl in his lap held his legs open.

“Wh-AAAHH!” The pain flared up again. “What’s happening to me?!” He called out with his eyes watering. He looked up at the chief, whoose mask changed expression and changed into a sweet innocent smile. She pulled her sleeve up, showing off a dark tanned hand that went straight for his crotch. She pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock out.

He couldn’t see it through his shut eyes, but the girls all came close to see the piece of meat standing proud and swollen with blood and veins visibly pulsating as they were pushed to the surface.

The chief wrapped her delicate fingers around the base and gave him a soft squeeze while Anon screamed in overstimulated pleasure. She slowly went up and down as he continued screaming, she looked down to see his face, its expression a mix of pain with a pleading look in his eyes. She smiled as she pulled her tight hoodie off, exposing her meaty, coco colored breast. She pulled his head close enough until his mouth brushed her pink nipples. Confused, horny and happy at the gesture, he took her breasts in her mouth and sucked, feeling and tasting something spill out and run down his throat.

Surprised, he sat up and went into a coughing fit. He covered his mouth until it finally passed and saw some of what he drank in his palm. “Milk? Huh?” He realized his arms and legs were free while he felt the chief rub his back and a worried expression on her mask. “I-I’m okay now. But god damn! What the hell is going on?!” Some of the surrounding girls backed away at the demand. “Look I-” He sighed before taking a breath. “I’m not mad. Just confused. I wish I could understand what you all can say. Or at least tell me what you did to me.” He looked down at his tool still as hard as an old diamond and bobbing up and down for attention. Anon looked back at the girls and their attention was on his crotch. He grabbed it, the pain from before now gone, and move it back and forth, watching them follow along with the motion. “Well at least you’re honest with what you want.”

He looked behind him to see the chief still smiling with her hand on his back. Anon smiled.

“Well I didn’t say I wouldn’t accept the hospitality. But be more open the next time.” She clapped and every girl in the room either removed their hoodies, unzipped/unbuttoned their styled hoodies to expose their breasts. Big, small, round, flat, pointed, etc. variety was simply there. Anon’s cock jumped from the ocean of breasts that appeared. He was about to stand up but was pulled back down by the chief. She pulled him back into her lap and turned his head to suck on her breasts again. He did so, this time ready for the nectar that spilled out while he sucked on the pink points.

While he enjoyed her teats, a pair of Shygirls came up and met chest to chest, trapping his cock between their breasts. Anon felt the fun bags squishing him in their pleasant heat from their combined tit-fucking. While the two of them were busy another girl came up and pulled his legs up so his hips were off the ground enough for her to gain access to his balls, taking them into her mouth while the Shygirls tit-fucking him alternated between going up and down, applying different pressures and sharing the cum that’d dribble out of his head.

Anon wanted to thrust but he held back and just let the girls go to town on him while he did the same to their chief's breast. The river of the stuff never seemed to end as he drank it up, enjoying the flavor along with the content giggles and sighs from the chief. She had her eye holes closed, still having the same smile on her face as he went on.

Anon stopped sucking on her breasts when he felt his hands being grabbed from both sides. He looked to see both girls that had his hand and directed them to their pussies for him to play with. Needing not much more incentive, he did what they wanted.

‘They both feel so different… The one on the right has a tighter entrance while the other one is a lot wetter. I swear I think i can actually hear the squish of her juices.’ Anon marveled at the detail.

Anon couldn’t see it but the remaining Shygirls in the room didn’t just want to watch the orgy placed in front of them and proceeded to have their own, some pairing up or while the remaining made one big group. One pair had their legs wrapped around one another while they were being kissed by another couple that fingered each other. The room had become a literal fuck-fest as moans, groans and delighted screams bounced around the cushioned walls.

Anon didn’t have a second to react before the attention finally overwhelmed him and he erupted between the Shygirls breasts, covering them in a fine layer of the thick seed while a few stray shots hit them on their masks. The girls around stopped what they were doing when they heard anon groaning and watched the sticky mess being created. The girls milked his cock as best as they could while the one on his swollen balls massaged them in her mouth, trying to make sure every drop was emptied from them. When he was finally done they all backed away.

Anon watched many of the Shygirls flocked to the two who currently had their chests glazed in the still warm cream, licking up whatever bits they could gather and taste.

“Looks like they can’t get enough of cum, can they?” He turned back to the chief and saw a sad look on her mask while looking down at his deflated cock. “Awww, you poor thing. You want to have some to right?” She nodded furiously with one hand down between her legs.

She gently pushed Anon off her lap,  turned around and got onto her hands and knees, showing off her huge bronzed ass towards him, the small layer of fat jiggling as she swayed back and forth. Anon grabbed a handful of flesh and spread her cheeks open, seeing a dark brown doughnut of an anus and just below that her slit, coated in fluid and twitching so much he swear he could see her blue pubic hairs standing on end.

Curious, he leaned in closer and smelt her openings as heavy feminine musk hit him full force. It was strong, smells heavily like sweat with a subtle combination of more ‘nature’ like scents like fruits, dirt and the like. He gave her a long lick from her slit up to her doughnut, eliciting a delighted loud cry from the chief. The surrounding Shygirls watched in anticipation as their leader is being eaten out by their welcome guest. They watched her body shake and doing her best to keep herself up.

“Ahhh! AwahhHH!” She screamed when he squeezed and coddled her exposed slit.

Anon pulled away and watched her body tremble before lining his resurrected cock against her pussy and slowly sinking into her. She suddenly screamed and tightened up around him when he was just under halfway in. Anon paused and figured what happened.

“Are you okay?” He asked, seeing her turn around and nod, still trembling. ‘For just having her hymen broken, she’s pretty tough. Can’t be the chief without being tough.’ He took it slower then he planned, edging in by the centimeter until he finally bottomed out of her. Anon pulled back, feeling the tight walls cling to him, trying to keep him in, even though he was almost out and only the head still in until he came out with a wet ‘pop’.

The Shygirls watching gathered closer, getting a good look at her slightly stretched out pussy. It twitched and gasped out for Anon to return and he happily did so, pushing back in this time with more force. Anon settled into a rhythm, alternating between slow long thrusts and hard fast ones when he bottomed out. The chief squealed with every move, biting her lip in an attempt to hold back her voice but failed miserably.

“You should-oh fuck- be more honest.” He increased his pace, causing her big ass to jiggle and shake along with her massive breasts swinging under her. He laid onto her back as he fucked so he could give the milk bags a squeeze. He did and he could hear the delicious drink hit the ground, like a puddle in the rain. The harder he squeezed the louder she howled and the tighter she became.

Anon didn’t notice the two Shygirls that had come up from behind him while another pair crawled under their chief and took one nipple each and drank up the wasted milk being squeezed out of her while the chief came in all the action, squirting more from her hungry hole and more milk from her breasts. She wasn’t alone as Anon's cock hardened before filling her with the long awaited cum she was hungry for. Her screams from the sudden warm seed were cut short when a needy Shygirl placed her own slit aganist her mouth.

Anon gave her teats one more hard squeeze as he emptied as much cum as he had left in him. He laid himself down on her back, heart beating like he ran a mile and soaked in sweat he wore a big smile on his face from pure satisfaction.

… But that smile disappeared when he felt something invade his ass. He looked back to see a Shygirl in a evergreen hoodie wrapping her arms around and felt something small but very phallic shaped. Instead of anger he was more annoyed.

“You could have asked first you know.” She squeezed him tighter as she fucked him before already cumming inside him and passing out. “Guess you had a lot of… Fun…” He turned to see the spent Shygirl futanari on her back, cock limp and dripping with cum.

‘Wait, why’s a futanari here? Has there always been futa’s?’ He tried to remember the stories about Shygirls but stopped when the Shygirl chief stood up, knocking him onto his back. She turned back to face him, cupping her pussy trying to hold in his seed before laying on her back and opening her arms up to him. Looking around he saw the dozens of Shygirls naked and asleep in various positions, some looked like they fell asleep mid sex. Seeing them asleep made him aware of his own tired and drained body's needs after his adrenaline died down. Anon crawled up to the chief and slipped his half hard cock back into her, this time with his face buried into her her chest. She squeezed him into her bigger body before falling asleep.

He was no further behind, the sighs, snores and other sounds of sleep calling for him to join. But still in the back of his mind, the single futanari Shygirl bothered him.

‘Well they were a myth. Maybe there’s more to them than the stories said. Oh well.’

He didn’t know if it was just a minor detail he didn’t notice

… Or something more he might soon become aware of.

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