Alex woke up first.
It was a sudden and yet pleasant awakening. One moment he was unconscious, the next he was fully present and deeply rested. All of the fatigue following last night's orgy was gone, replaced with fresh energy.
Not all was entirely rosy though. The wound on his ribcage had barely healed overnight. He gave the area a couple prodding touches. Nothing was off about the colour nor was there any undue pain. He stopped checking on it before he could disturb the wound further.
The matter of his morning wood was more demanding. To call his erection raging felt like an understatement. Once more, he was reminded of the downside of having this body and this readily available a pool of females: he got so horny it was difficult to think at times. This was especially true first thing in the morning.
Alex sat up, glanced around, then immediately found his relief tool for the morning. All he needed to do was swiftly reposition himself.
Tess' closed eyes twitched. One moment, she seemed annoyed that her sleep was being disturbed. The next, her nostrils flared, taking in the musk of his manhood. "My divine saviour," she muttered, her red lips parting before she was even fully awake.
With a deep, possessive grunt, Alex pushed into her throat. Huge tits swayed, the penetration of her mouth brought Tess fully to wakefulness. Immediately, her arms wrapped around his waist, a hug to encourage him to keep going.
Which he did, of course. The slippery mixture of precum and spit coated his manhood, soon turning into frothing bubbles on the corners of Tess' mouth. He was moving as hard and fast as it pleased him. The smacking of his heavy balls against her buried face echoed in the room alongside her muffled screams.
Alex bend forward. He found her pussy sopping wet, drenched from dreams and the scraping of his hardness over her sensitive, tight throat. Already her legs pressed into the sheets. Pushing two fingers into her accelerated the inevitable.
Tess was squirting within the minute. Each time her jittering hips peaked, another spurt of clear juices added new stains to the self-cleaning mattress. Alex kept pumping in and out of her throat, seeking that first, deeply necessary release.
Buried fully inside her, his cock making her slender neck bulge, he found it. To the venerating gasps and sighs of a waking harem, he came down Tess' orgasmically vibraitng throat. Her periodic squirts became one explosion of female fluids, gushing against his fingers in wild sprays. The angel's back was a sharp curve, the repeated elation of his blessed seed sending her into a rapturous state beyond climax.
"That's better," Alex sighed as he withdrew from Tess' mouth. Her cheeks stretched, the suction continuing until he popped free of her, still fully erect. Though his manhood was unstoppably hard, the excessive heaviness of his testicles had gone and his mind cleared.
The man of the island had a look around his harem. Women were stretching, several regarding his unattended cock with great interest. Mostly unattended, it had to be said. Tess had taken it onto herself to stroke his spit-shined length while covering his balls in kisses. A nice way to keep him entertained while he ran his scan of nightly changes.
"Uhm, uh, uhhhhhhh," Ashley stuttered, looking around. "Uhm… d-d-d-did… did I get… even smaller…?"
"Worked it out quite fast," Kiara's compliment had a sarcastic undertone to it. "Must have been because you got me to compare to, huh?"
The mousey Asian was indeed around the leprechaun's size now. Unlike the Irish shortstack, Ashley had and retained a petite set of tits. Her hips, however, were practically the same width as before, making them almost absurdly wide on her much smaller frame. Her mouse ears also looked much rather and were joined by a matching tail, attached above her juicy behind.
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The two tiny women stood next to each other a moment later. Mouse ears included, Ashley was taller. Mouse ears ignored, Kiara had a good bit on her. Who was now the shortest in the harem was an argument that didn't get to be made. The view of another carriable fucktoy had Alex too aroused.
A swift grab made Ashley squeak. She kept her core nice and tense so he had an easy time lifting her up to his groin. He was kneeling, she was standing, and his cock somehow disappeared inside her small torso.
"Ooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Ashley screamed the rare obscenity, the newfound appreciation of her tiny cunt for big dick hitting her like a freight train. Just like Kiara, the more he stretched her out, the harder the mouse-eared cocksleeve came. The moment he shoved her womb deeper into her was the beginning of her multi-orgasmic journey.
Alex effortlessly held her with one hand, his supernaturally strong and borderline inhumanely large paw securing an easy grasp on the cinch of her waist. Sharp moans echoed in the room as he moved her back and forth like a true sex toy, barely moving his hips.
Janette only realized that she had also changed when everyone's eyes fixed on her mid-stretch. Lesser changed over the last few days, her hair growing from barely grown to short and her breasts swelling to a large size, joined up with green and brown patterings on her shoulders that emulated winding branches.They were clustered on her upper left arm and down her side. A similar streak wandered from below her right eye down to the corner of her jaw. Her wooden antlers had grown somewhat, leaves now decorating the base.
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The nature-attuned woman felt the changes more than she saw them, exploring her horns with her fingers. "Interesting," she said, simply, and rose to her feet. "I will experiment later."
"Good - call!" Alex exclaimed, his volume speaking as he dumped the second load of the day deep into Ashley's squeezing cunt. Using a shortstack that mercilessly was a recipe to get milked within minutes. "We all need a bath."
By genes and by magic, all of his women were blessed with fairly to absolutely odourless sweat, but that only did so much when they had all fallen asleep right after swaying their way indoors. The pleasant scents of female pheromones competed with various less enticing smells. A quick wash would fix it.
After hygiene had been obliged, they moved to the breakfast room. Their liquid servants had already decked the table, allowing them to get straight to the munching. As they chowed down on fruit and starchy roots, Evelyn raised a question. "Did anyone's infertility get cured last night?"
It wasn't a question of whether or not his seed was capable of it, they all had felt that fact for themselves last night. The only question was whether or not it had worked. Only one hand went up and even then it came with a caveat.
"It's weakened," Yahui reported. "I cannot quite put it into words… it's like waking up with dry eye and I just got my first gulp of water. It's far from fixed, but it is better."
"Guess I'll just have to keep going at it," Alex stated with a jovial smirk. "It's an open question on whether or not it is wise to get you pregnant already anyway."
"Of course it is," Evelyn declared. "I am approaching 30, you think I will wait another second now that I have found my literal God-Master to breed me?"
There was some rolling of the eyes at the intensity of her tone, but no disagreement.
The reminder only made Alex's cock throb. Any reservations he still had about assuming such a grand title were melting day by day. There was only so much resistance a man could put up when assured by 16 hot tomboys.
"Putting that matter aside for the moment," Alex said. "It's time to choose who comes along for the day."
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Alex was drawn to the crown of his tree.
It was the pull of magic that tugged on his soul, promising him the completion of a word given the day before. He climbed the stairs and stepped out into the balcony. Little birds flitting about in the expansive branches of the Tree of Harem Life was hardly something new. A pair of black-feathered avians settled among the red-leaved branches, that was new - especially the calm with which they beheld Alex.
They sat symmetrically on a twig. Visually, they were hardly distinct from the crows and ravens that Alex had seen growing up. Large, dark birds whose gown shimmered in multiple colours as the light fell on it. They were unusual only for the precision with which they echoed the other's movements.
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""CAW!"" they cried out in unison.
The descendant of the Aesir extended his hands and the duo hopped on over. Sharp claws poked his skin, not breaking the surface. Information and a contract flowed magically through their connection. Alex accepted the bond and the opening gift given.
The crows had explored a nearby part of the jungle for him, telling him of what he may find there without him requiring to venture there himself. They would continue to do so every day, scanning the world from above and telling him about their findings.
Most useful companions to have.
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Alex left his new raven companions (female ravens, as the universe seemed determined to keep him the sole man on these islands) to their devices and moved back to the base floor. He followed the sounds of chatter to one of the large rooms on the level.
Inside, Ashley sat in the middle of a small crowd. Two tomboys flanked her on each side. Evelyn and Selana were to her left, Astrid and Amethyst to her right and all five of Alex's women were bent over a table.
Alex approached them with the unsubtle, heavy thuds of his mass in motion. Some glanced over their shoulders. All of them were too invested in what was before them to do the usual, slavishly horny motions.
He did not mind for he did indeed share their investment. On the table laid all the writings they had gathered so far. The diary found in the buried city, the 'cat bible' that Valeria had located in the feline temple and the singular page that had survived the Death Willow's extermination of the library beneath the volcano.
Ashley was handling them all with great care. In the absence of any alternatives, she had moved a flat stone to the table, leaving her notes on it by making scratch marking and removing them by scrubbing them off with a hardy kind of moss. Both the stone and the moss had been brought in while Alex was out and about.
'Truly, my women are busy bees,' he thought.
"So…," Ashley began her explanation, her voice unusually steady. "...at this time, I really haven't had any lucky translating this." She opened the two books, clearly knowing what pages to look for. The ancient paper, whatever it was made from, still held up well. "I have no idea what this language is, but I am fairly confident that it was never normalized. There are passages here and here…" She showed specific paragraphs in each book. "...that are nearly but not quite identical in a way that makes me think it is within a range of permissible spelling."
"That will make things more difficult, won't it?" Astrid asked. "Translation wise?"
"A lot more difficult," Ashley answered. "That is, if I am even correct. It may just be words that are spelled almost the same but mean different things." The mousey Asian shuffled through a few more pages, showing them all a few more examples. "I doubt it though. The overall shape of some of these paragraphs is practically the same. Must be common sayings or shared prayers…?"
"Any letters you have deciphered yet?" Selana asked.
"No and I don't know where to start with that. I've never heard a word of this language spoken, how could I start puzzling out the phonetics?" Ashley let out a very long sigh. "The only bit of an idea I have is that some of these resemble Greek letters that I know…"
"Amethyst, any chance you know how to speak this?" Evelyn asked.
"No… if I ever did, that was lost on me."
"Shame…"
"I think I will have to use this." Ashley tapped on the singular page. Though they were yet to employ its ability, they were intuitively certain that it provided answers to questions given. The dual problems came from the language the answer would come in and the time between uses. "At a minimum, to get an early idea."
"Do it," Alex allowed her. The page was useless to them anyway until they deciphered the language. "Whatever it is you plan to do."
"Well, I know my phonetics," Ashley explained. "All human languages ultimately rely on similar sounds. I'll ask the page to liken these sounds to the letters. Then, I can at least get to translate this script into our letters. After that, I will try to learn individual words."
A sound strategy as far as Alex was concerned.
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It was hot.
The morning had been warm already, but it was after the sun had properly risen that it became apparent that this would be a sweltering day. Worse, it was humid. For those that stayed inside the tree, the magical luxuries it provided did come with a natural heat regulation. For those who ventured out, the Necklace of Regulation would provide basic relief, though the sunrays would still cook them if they stayed out in the sun for too long.
Janette did as she had come to be in the habit of and waited for the explorer's group by the entrance. "Want the tree to move?" she asked.
Alex considered the question briefly, then nodded. "There are some unfinished heat-transfer totems south-east of here. Move there and see if you can load them up. They may come in handy later."
"As you wish." Janette respectfully bowed her head and then went upstairs to communicate with the crystal heart of the tree.
Alex turned to his companions for the day and proceeded to hand out the explorer's items. The Storage Gauntlet went to Tess, the backpack and the axe went to Selana and Charlotte got nothing.
"Unfair!" she complained.
"Get stronger," Selana answered with a wide grin, spinning the axe in her hand. The lactation from her huge tits was the most eye-catching part of her transformation, but the cow tomboy's physical might was freakishly close to Alex's. Giving her a weapon and the backpack just made sense.
"You'll get the crystal when necessary," Alex said. "It's just not very comfortable to hold."
"I am just teasin'," Charlotte assured. "Guess I am the go-to cocksleeve for the day, Master?" Cutely, she batted her lashes.
"If he bestows you with that divine privilege," Tess opined, then slowly smiled. "You crave his godly attention just as your womb craves his seed once more."
"I wouldn't use those exact words…" Charlotte muttered, then made a dismissive gesture. "We can chat more wile walking, yeah?"
"Indeed," Alex agreed, then lead the way. The quicker they got more moving, they quicker they would get through the ashlands. Best to get into the jungle before the midday sun cooked their brains. "Stick close to me - to stay in the Necklace's range."
Selana chuckled. "Like we need a reason to stay close, stud."
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They progressed south-east, to the corner of the island that had gone barely explored. Leaving the tree was a bit difficult, as all of the rabbits flocked around them. Alex hoped the relocation would push the tree far enough that the herd could forage on their own. In a pinch, the women staying home would throw them what they foraged over the day. That should keep the tree from being too upset with any gnawing livestock.
In passing, they made sure the totems were still there. After verifying that, they continued on until they hit a segment of the jungle that had been unexplored so far.
It was the same as ever, just with more heat than usual. The Necklace of Regulation worked to keep things bearable. Though the air temperature remained consistently alright, it did not neutralize the extreme humidity nor the rest of the world's reaction to the rising temperatures of the day. Plants seemed to pull into themselves and animals rested in whatever cold spots they found. They all had to be more vigilant to make sure nothing bad happened.
As it so often was when exploring the jungle, they simply stumbled across the oddity.
Two withered posts marked the entry to an overgrown property. Only because of them did Alex notice the shadows of what had once been ordered rows of bushes between the weeds and ferns. The canopy above was unusually scarce. No large trees had properly reclaimed what seemed to have been a plantation for berries once upon a time.
On an elevated platforms stood the ruin of a house, completely collapsed in on itself. Ignoring the sheer scale of the entirety of the buried city, it was the single largest building that they had found yet. It was situated right next to a natural spring. Freshwater ran down a staggered slope, forming two ponds and two waterfalls on the way.
Alex lifted his Cataclysmic Greatsword and began hacking their way to the nearest bush. The berries on it were of an enticing, pink colour and were pleasantly warm to the touch. It reminded him instinctively of Blair.
"Feels like your demonic side," Charlotte said, running a finger first over a bluster of the berries, then over the curling markings on Alex's chest.
"I was thinking of our succubus, but seems our intuitions are aligned either way," he agreed.
"They remind me of grapes," Tess weighed in. "Maybe this was a vineyard?"
"Could be," Alex agreed, taking another look around.
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There really wasn't too much to see. Weeds choked everything besides the general contours of the former property. There was only one way to change this.
"We're doing some landscaping," Alex announced and lifted his sword again.
It was a simple distribution of work. Alex chopped up the unwanted brush and his women moved it all aside. Tess and Charlotte did the brunt of the carrying, white Selana used her bovine strength to tear out stubborn roots. Over the course of an hour, they freed much of the former corridors between the hedge rows from the competing weeds.
"This looks important, doesn't it?" Charlotte shouted.
Alex planted his sword in the ground and came over. At the every tip of one of the grapevines, a fist-sized sphere laid half-burried in the ground. Charlotte stubbed it with her toe, then recoiled in disgust when several worms rose from cracks in the outer shell of the object. She cussed something in French. Alex only understood 'Merde'.
She was right though, it did look important.
"Let's see if another row has an intact version," Alex stated.
Of the five rows of grapevines, three offered them no such luck. The sphere there were similarly cracked and either were infested by worms or had been reduced to a mere shell. The last one they checked gave them what they needed.
The sphere was still intact, the smooth shell undamaged. When Alex tried to pull it from the ground, it detached from the stem of the grapevine with the ease of a ripe fruit. "Looks to be some kind of seed," he theorized, turning the sphere in his hands. It was imperfect, ridges rising half a centimetre from the rest of the surface in symmetrical patterns. Its colour was the rich brown of tree bark. "It reminds me vaguely of the one used to grow our tree…" Alex handed the seed off to Tess. "Store it in the gauntlet. We'll show it to Janette after we get back."
"As you wish, my divine Master," Tess cooed.
"No lip from you this time?" Selana teased Charlotte. "Nothing about laying it on thick?"
"I may or may not be in awe after seeing him clear all of that weed out so quickly," Charlotte confessed and looked out at the mostly orderly field. "Looks like someone with a modern tool went through, ya know?"
"And his might only continues to grow," Tess proselytized immediately. "As he does, so does ours. You must feel it in your soul, the connection between him and us?" Hands clasped together, she smiled brightly - a rare expression on the face of the sarcastic goth. "He provides us safety, strength and opportunity, do we not owe him worship in return? As one liberated from the falsehood of promiscuity by his rod, you must understand."
"Liberation by rod sounds like I am a fish he dragged ashore," Charlotte joked, but it lacked the proper bite. The Olympic swimmer wasn't even smiling at her own words. She just looked at Alex, his face, his abs, the rod in question. "Need help with that?" she asked sultrily.
After physical labour, the blood that had been moving oxygen to his muscles always seemed to rush to other places. Alex needed no justification beyond his own horniness to grunt an affirmation. "Get on your knees, slut."
"Your slut," Charlotte purred, doing exactly as he had asked.
"Use your mouth and hands," he instructed her. "I don't want to stand here for long." The lack of a dense canopy left his back exposed to the sunrays. Already, he was being reminded of the limits of the necklace. The air was pleasantly cooled but his back still felt hot.
Charlotte lost no time at all. "She knows when to obey," Selana said, before taking a step away. As was custom, those not involved in the act kept a lookout. One could never be too careful.
Soft lips wrapped around the head of his cock, gliding down a mere fourth of his length.before retreating - to then advance again. While her head bobbed at a rapid pace, both of her hands got busy. One worked the shaft, the other massaged his balls.
After two weeks of sucking him off every day, Charlotte had getting him off down to a science. Alex felt his pleasure mount rapidly, his groans growing louder and louder. Her lips kept on gliding over the sensitive band beneath his engorged her. Her tongue swirled and prodded, coaxing the inevitable moment out of him.
Just as he was about to cum, Charlotte suddenly backed off. "Well, Master, think you deserve to cum in a girl as pretty as me?"
"Shut up, brat!" Alex hissed and grabbed Charlotte's head with both hands. A smirk tugged at the corners of her gaping mouth as he rammed into her slutty mouth, sheathing himself to the base in one thrust. Hot and tight, her throat enveloped him. Her vocal cords vibrated. The muffled scream was the final nudge that brought him over the edge.
Wave after wave of his seed pumped down her gullet. She stared up at him with worshipping, glassy eyes, her body tensing and relaxing in unison with his cock.
"Good girl." Alex's grip eased gradually, a palpable sense of relief washing over him. Once his orgasm had fully run its course, he gradually pulled out of her throat. Charlotte gasped for air once he was fully out.
"That was… quick…," she teased him.
"I wanted it to be," Alex reminded her.
"Yeah… but still…."
Alex opened his mouth, then shook his head. "Don't bait me right now," he told her, which the slutty brat accepted with a wink and a pout. He helped her to her feet.
They had some more of a look around, checking the ruined building and the waterfall. Neither offered anything more of value, so they soon began to move again.
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The loathsome sound triggered Alex's flight response immediately. Memories of futile struggles to defend his steak from a persistent, airborne terrorist surfaced, quickly followed by an echo of the aching sting.
Alex lifted his sword, eyes fixed on the brush before him. The sound got closer, hummed deeper. A wasp the size of a small dog came flying over the greenery. It was far from the biggest or deadliest thing Alex had seen on these islands. He clenched his jaw, mustered his courage and stared into the faceted eyes of the beast.
It dove towards him.
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Alex went into a wide stance. He glanced over his shoulder, assuring himself he had the necessary room, then raised the Cataclysmic Greatsword like a baseball bat. Buzzing hatefully, the wasp came every closer. It swerved left to right, attempting to throw Alex off his timing.
With a might roar, the man of the island swung. The flat of his weapon smacked against the side of the insect. Centrifugal force pressed it flat against the rock. Red veins pulsed, drinking in the glory of the moment - small as it was.
If the insect wasn't dead on impact, it certainly met its end when it was flung off the slowing blade, sending it hurling against a tree trunk. Green hemolymph splattered on the bark. Shattered chitin and bugmeat fell to the ground. Alex plant his sword, basking in the duality of smashing a hated foe and the swooning of his women.
"Fucking deserved," Selana hissed. "I would stomp on its corpse if it wasn't disgusting."
"And if there wasn't a stinger?" Tess asked. "Or did you forget that little safety detail?"
"...I actually did."
The sarcastic goth snorted. "You could spit on it."
"Nah," Charlotte weighed in. "Spit is for shining Master's cock, not for wasting on his enemies."
Selana and Tess exchanged a smile. "Spoken like a proper acolyte of his holy rod," the angel cooed.
"Nuh uh," Charlotte disagreed.
"Yuh uh," Selana countered.
"Gah!" The French tomboy put a hand to her heart. "I can't argue with such persuasive points."
"Here is a persuasive pointer to worship." Tess made a sweeping gesture towards Alex's cock, pointed clearly at the trio and their naked bodies. Not that he needed any reason to get hard, but the aftermath of even light combat usually did it.
"My turn!" Selana declared and squatted down in front of Alex. A cluster of moss provided convenient cushioning for her knees as she lifted her heavy tits up. "Getting another revelation, Master?"
"Of kinds," Alex grunted. "What gave it away."
"You aren't ogling as much as usual." She squished her enormous milkers together, sandwiching his tits in firm yet yielding warmth. "Just let your slave do her thing and concentrate on your revelation, my sacred Owner."
A heavy moan in his throat, Alex closed his eyes. The planted sword, an heirloom from the titans, pulsed with earthly strength. It had only needed another drop of power, only another small triumph, and it was that wasp of all things that had provided it.
The pulsing power flowed into his flesh. Not his blood, the titanic magic avoided the ichor, his flesh. It had manifold ways it could be channelled, but Alex had a specific one in mind. He beckoned the mana to reinforce what he already had. The reactive stone armour had saved him from injuries multiple times. To reinforce it further would protect the body that his women were reliant on for protection and pleasure.
His skin hardened in a supernatural manner. It became more durable, more stone-like, without actually losing the properties of skin. While feeling his might grow, his cock continued to be massaged through the medium of the biggest pair of tits he had ever felt, seen or, indeed, heard. ,
Selana was bouncing on her heels. The true extent of smacking that could echo from those jiggling udders was suppressed by her kneading hands. All the same, he could hear the wet gliding of his cock through the tunnel of her cleavage, covered in precum and spit, mixed with the cow girls constant moans.
"Master… Master… M—AHsttteeeeeeer!" she cried out, bringing herself to climax through her veneration.
Alex's own release swiftly followed. Thick wads of semen pumped all over her face just as he opened his eyes again. Their gazes met and remained locked while spurt after spurt covered her face. Despite her features ending up layered in what could easily be mistaken as the release of several men, her eyes remained clear.
"Thanks for sanctifying your sex slave, Master," Selana purred.
"My pleasure," he assured.
Selana got up, the excesses of the load soon dripping from her chin. She licked up what was in the immediate vicinity of her lips, leaving the rest of ornate her tits. "Are ya going to walk around like that?" Charlotte asked, simply curious. Not like this was a new level of depravity for this harem.
"Sometimes having actual god-seed on your face for an hour feels way better than tasting it," Selana answered with a wide smirk. "You should try it later."
"Mhm, I just might," Charlotte answered.
Their chatter drifted off into what skin care routines they had before coming to this island and how having magically moisturized skin was a massive convenience. Their steps very soon took them out of the jungle and back into the open grassland. They had a bit of a lookaround, finding another cluster of those oil ferns, but little else of interest.
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"I miss my Alocasias," Tess said suddenly.
They had been walking across the plain for the better part of an hour. There was nothing really around, just grass going up and down in mild waves, disrupted by the occasional rock. If landmarks had once existed here, they were buried in the soil.
"Your what now?" Charlotte asked.
"My Alocasias," Tess repeated. "And my purple shamrock and my flytraps…"
"Ooooh!" The French tomboy realized what was being talked about. "Your plants?"
"Yes," Tess let out a weary sigh. "My plants."
"Odd thing to miss."
"Is it?" Tess put a hand on her forehead to get a better view ahead of them. The sun was shining down on them with scorching heat, made mostly bearable by the Necklace of Regulation. Still, if they did not rest in some shade at some point, they would end up with a sunburn or, worse, heatstroke. "I had a small indoor garden."
Selana chuckled to herself. "Why do I get the feeling that all of your plants were-"
"-Dark and broody, yes," Tess finished the sentence for the cow tomboy. "I know what I am," she added in a dry tone of sarcastic pride. Without the black clothes, being a proper goth was difficult. The unnatural paleness of her angelic skin and perfect blackness of her hair did that work though. "I got the first few to make the air in the gym a little better."
"Were those those purple-leaved things in the black pots in the corners?" Charlotte asked.
"My dark rex begonias," Tess lamented. "They are quite demanding… urgh, the night guard I asked to take care of them is probably underwatering them right now. All my babies in my apartment will be wilting. I doubt Miss Jones will keep watering them forever after hearing I crashed in the Bermuda Triangle."
"Perhaps she will adopt them?" Alex suggested, causing the trio to turn their heads for a moment. Since visibility was good, he had fallen to the rear of the group. Not only did that mean he had a view of all of his women, it also meant he could see all of their asses swaying left to right.
"...I don't know if that's better. I asked her because she was the only person I trusted with the key, not because of her green thumb." Tess let out another lamenting sigh. "They are all doomed."
"Honestly didn't take ya for the home-garden type," Charlotte commented.
"It's mostly something I did for home decor," Tess answered and gestured at herself. "The transformations don't lie. If I had a strong affinity for plants, Master's divinity would have changed me in ways similar to Janette. Instead, I have been made the herald of his greatness."
"That's… freaky but makes sense," Charlotte said.
"I definitely vibe with having huge tits and the back muscles to carry them," Selana joked and pulled her shoulders back. "I somehow have less backpain now than I ever had before despite these… M-cups?"
"M?" Alex asked. "I thought they were, like, Gs."
"Let's not waste time trying to explain to you the esoteric art of the cup charts," Tess answered.
"M clearly stands for Master," Charlotte joked. "But Tess is right. By your grace," she sounded only slightly sarcastic as she said that, "we don't have to wear bras ever again."
"We might return to civilization at some point," Alex cautioned.
"I am throwing on a sundress but I am NOT wearing a bra!" Charlotte declared.
"Yeah!" Selana declared. "We have blessed spines! Down with the bra! No more wires!"
"Some wires to guide my Alocasias," Tess lamented again. "My gorgeous, wilting Alocasias…"
They continued on their journey.
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"Now that's… unusual," Alex remarked.
What had appeared to be an unusually verdant spot of the landscape turned out to be much more than that. It was a tear in the landscape, a bright green, inexplicable gathering of light that maintained itself. It was entirely green, some local fluctuations on its 'surface' ranging from almost white to the colour midsummer leaves.
The quartet approached the portal. "Do you smell that?" Charlotte asked.
Alex took a whiff. "Flowers?" he asked. The sweetness in the air did not match the plain green around them. The scent of salt would have been expected. They were quite close to the ocean now.
The scent wasn't the only unusual thing. Gusts of wind came not past the portal but from it. Chiming sounds like little bells rung in the air, harmonious in their nates yet chaotic in their number.
"Fearless Mongrel!"
The voice was akin to having the inside of his ears grated with tree bark. Alex turned his head immediately to the source. On a small rock to his face sat a tiny creature. It had white, fluffy fur and ears to big they mad up half of the viewed surface of its body. The rest was distributed between it's four-legged body and face. Its stubby little legs were resting, each ending in a chitinous stub.
Emerald green eyes stared up at him, glowing like the portal did. A pair of fuzzy, orange antenna acted like brows, between them a mark of four intersecting diamond-shaped forming a cross. Unnervingly, the little mouth of the tiny creature was filled with sharp teeth.
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"We meet again."
Alex groaned, putting a hand to the side of his head. "Again?" he asked. The tiny creature did not answer, though he wasn't certain if that was for the benefit of his ears or for enigmatic purposes. In its widening, half-empty grin laid the answer. "The cave…" Alex recalled.
At the time, his senses to the magical had only just awoken. Still, he remembered the tiny, white thing. It had invited him to the Faerealm, a plane that had been nothing but green light to his eyes, and granted him a gift. The base seed for the Tree of Harem Life.
"I am Squish."
The entire exploration group hissed as the overbearing magical presence of the fae hammered down on their reason. It did not speak any further, only rose to its black feet and then leapt from the rock into the portal. It disappeared into the green.