I grew up at a shrine, playing with the lady who was a Whitesnake
Little forewarning before we get started. This story is inspired by Kenkou Cross's Monstergirl artwork. If you don't know who he is, go and look online for a quick sec...you done? Good. Then we can get started again. Without any time wasting, let's begin.
It was there, when I was just a small boy that I met her. The lady at the shrine pool who looked like a White Snake.
Her hair was an ethereal white, her eyes a kind glowing red, her ears pointed like an elf, and her expression dutiful and kind. She was a woman in all places at the top, but her lower body was that of a great White Snake's.
She caught me spying on her, when she was bathing, and instead of hitting me as one of the girls of our village would do for the same act, she asked me my name, I answered her.
And after a time of peaceful if awkward silence, she gave me hers," It is Shiromane, young one." I will never forget her voice as it sounded to me as a child, the kind warmth, the cool breath she used to talk, and the refreshing feeling of hearing it touch my ears like a gentle lover.
I would come to visit the shrine many years after that, Shiromane always opening her arms for me in welcome. When I was but a few years from adulthood, Shiromane commented on how manly I was becoming, and I felt deep embarrassment when her kind gaze turned into a more adult one.
Where once the innocence of boyhood blinded me to what she felt, the awareness of a teenager made me realize what she had always wanted from me. My complete and unconditional love, given freely as a child, now must also be given to her as I was an adult and matters of the flesh were now open to me.
It was only right, in her mind. She had loved me just as much as I had loved her, and with my entrance into the world of adults, it also meant that she and I could finally be together as one. And that our love could finally be cemented, and our status as lovers begun.
I was uncertain on this matter, as I grew older, I had heard stories of beings like her; women that resembled animals, insects, or...demons. They preyed upon men, fornicating wildly with them, and in some cases even stealing their souls.
How was I to know what kind she was? I had not travelled the world, like some men had, so I was uncertain of what she was or what she would do with me. The innocence of my youth had also given way to the distrust of adulthood, and that thought angered me the most.
Was I to simply forget the many hours of playing with Shiromane as a boy? Her body always cool and refreshing to the touch in the hot summers? How she never laughed when I fell, but instead picked me up and held me close? Was I to forget all of that to the distrust and uncertainity of rumors and stories I overheard while working at the tavern?
No, I thought to myself. I would not forget any of those happy memories, so it was a resolved heart and mind that I came to the shrine once more. Shiromane waiting patiently as she always had for me, when I came to her once more, she kindly asked me if I had come to become her lover.
I said yes. And our life together began since that day. Our love was pure, and we have enjoyed a very, very long life together. We will to continue to do so, because our love was a reminder, that you should never allow distrust or rumors to sway matters of the heart. Because if you do, then your love shall be soured by it.