Disclaimer: Do note that the events in this story are fictional and no such race exists and Harvey the Hamster still owes me RM50. PAY UP!
It was certainly her breasts.
As with nearly all stories, one has to find a proper beginning. Without finding the right way to start, one tends to dribble on with meaningless thoughts and expositions. We Yama are as guilty of this as any other race that finds itself talkative. And while I have always tended to be less verbose, I know that even I have been guilty occasionally at running my tongue too much.
So, at the risk of being too curt, I have chosen to ignore all the other common methods of starting an autobiography - a timeless quote, my birth or any other thing, and simply point to what really brought Fuji-kan and I together. Which in my case - were her breasts.
Uchi's tended to be strong, dominant and tall women. No one knew why or even questioned it, and besides, it was one of the less strange things about them. They also were quite beautiful in their own rights. Their race looked very human, except of course for the long dashing tails of varying colours. They were always wiry and tough, and yet beautiful. As such, they did attract the attention of many human and elvish males, and I hear some did marry them. However, no issue ever came of their marriage, that meaning, no Uchi has ever borne a child to their male mates.
That's because despite looking fully female, no Uchi has ever born a child - period. At least not within recorded history.
And this Uchi was certainly a strong example of her race's most prominent qualities. The negative qualities, which I will speak of later, were certainly not running through my mind as I first gazed upon her. The tempers, the need to be dominant, none of that mattered, because my eyes were looking at one part of her anatomy, which to be honest, were quite appealing to many.
Staring at her was a new Agedo of the Yama race. Agedo was the terms given to Yama's who had gone through their right-of-passage into adulthood ceremony and were allowed to embrace their chosen professions, which in my case was that of a wandering herbologist. This journey into adulthood meant a great deal to a young Yama who wanted to get out and see the world away from the protection of her parents, but likely would have made no sense to most other races.
After all, Yama's were very small and slightly chubby, in other words, many of us resembled humanoid children. And like the Uchi, there were no male versions of the Yama.
Yamas are quite the opposite of the Uchi's, however, who grow from children into tall adult figures with long limbs and gorgeous biceps and hips. Oh and nice big boobs. Sorry, did I bring those up again? Worry not, I will again.
Ahem... Back to the comparison. Uchis and Yamas appear as races completely opposite to one another. One might even think they would not likely interact, at least not to any meaningful depth. But that assumption would be wrong.
I'm not sure who the first Yama and Uchi were who decided to give love a shot was, but they found that falling in love with one another was easy and in fact, quite natural. But more importantly, they found that they physical and spiritual essences were at absolutely harmony with one another. Maybe the Cantans had something with their ying and yang beliefs, because it sure held true with Uchi and Yamas.
The two races found that rather than having zero interest in one another, that they easily found comfort of the flesh with one another. Uchis enjoyed the pleasures of the small, diminutive frames and Yamas enjoyed spending their nights comfortable under their Hinga's (term for an Uchi mate) strong body. Uchi's were dominant and Yama's submissive, but they both spent hours enjoying one another's bodies to the utmost.
However, it wasn?t merely sexual gratification which resulted from these unions. Uchi warriors quickly found that their wounds healed and their strength returned after making love; Uchi enchantresses found their mana replenished and even strengthened after laying with their respected yamas. And the greater a yama's pleasure, the greater the benefit for the Uchi. So Uchis began to travel with Yama to aid them. Naturally, they learned to seduce and not force, as a violation only brought curses to the aggressor, which was naturally the opposite of the intention.
And it wasn't just mana and strength - as well as some very happy moments of afterglow and bonding - which came from these matings, eventually Uchi and Yama produced offspring. Who knows what deity purposed to create two female-only races (of completely opposite builds) to only be able to procreate with each other, but we exist, and until proven otherwise, Uchi and Yama still can only make young with each other.
My mother was a cute and plump Yama working in a bakery, when my sword swinging father came to buy some supplies. It was love at first sight, and my mother soon followed my father on many epic adventures and quests, until they finally settled and began a family, of which I was one... of many. Like most families, they often had more yamas then uchis, as uchi babies were harder to carry and deliver than yama babies, and yama babies often came in sets of three to five. Being one child of 15 meant you had to work hard to get noticed and make a name for yourself.
However, I hadn't thought that far when I was losing myself (and my mental sexual purity) looking at this gorgeous Uchi sitting in a side café. All I could think of what I couldn't move on without her noticing me, talking to me and perhaps kissing me.
My Yama friends, noticing my state, left me be for the time being. There was no fear, I would be able to find them easily later, and they knew that most new Agedo's would experience this espa - the closest equivalent being 'love at first sight'. In fact, they had theirs not too long after mine, so we were all fine, thank you.
I am not sure how long I stood there and looked at her, but it must have been a while. I only know when I heard her speak for the first time.
"Are you going to stand there all day, Miss? You could at least join me for a repast, in return for making a scene of staring at me for so long."
I gulped and said nothing, my face turning red and slowly approached her, pulling myself up on the tall stool and sitting across from her, staring into her deep blue eyes and lava-red lips
"Name?"
"Huh?" I stammered, shaken out of my worship of her beauty.
"Your name, Ms. You have one, I assume."
"Um...Anko. Degishi Anko. I'm...um...a travelling herb collector."
"I'm Rin. Fujimoto Rin. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, cutie."
I didn't know it at the time - that I had just heard the name of my life long mate...
