Tomboy Island

“You almost steered us to disaster,” Reason spoke.

“But I did not,” Instinct responded.

It was through no effort of the one, the other knew, but one did not care and one knew to hold its tongue. Instead, he turned as one to the influences that could be made.

The day had brought much growth. Upon his own body, the subconscious of the man of the island could see the changes brought about by his growing exposure to the supernatural. Further, his physical might grew. Titanic muscles bulged with even greater strength.

The mind ought not to fall behind, so the joined hands of the soul sunk into the head of the latest copy in the long row of bodies of past days. A stretch of the will, an exertion of latent magic, and the mind of the conscious one expanded. Minor though the increase was, it added up with each passing night.

The two that were one that were subordinate to the one turned away from himself and towards the connections to their soul. The black space of withered and glowing veins around them shifted. A dual star glowed bright.

Instinct and reason alike were surprised to see it there. The Essence of Rivers glowed bright within the dream. Such power had a nascent mind of its own, demanding a host. This splinter of Shiulrach’s might had recognised the gate into the souls of the women around. To deny it an answer this night was the same as telling it to leave.

This might needed to be planted now. It would result in an awakening beyond what he himself was capable of inducing now.

Though the power itself insisted, the who and how remained in the hands of the unifying mind.

Like power was split between waters and lava, so too was the subconscious split between Amethyst and Blair. Ultimately, it was the origin of the slime that made her the winner in this close match. The power resonated in the dark and sought its new host on its own, now that it had been given permission.

The two that were one turned his attention to what he had intended to do originally. The three connections of the women that had been with him with that day were empowered, changed in the same way as those of previous days had been by the experience.

Yet, there was another surprise. The soul of Kiara sought no advice from her Master, for she had already made her decision. Though unusual, the instinct did not mind, for it was the decision of his women, ultimately, for how they would develop. He was there to provide inspiration and power.

Ashley and Janette awaited exactly this guidance.

The mousey Asian was first. For her, the path was clear: to exaggerate what had already begun. Shorter, she would be, and her hips wider, a shortstack of her own kind. A mouse crossed with a gnome, a moume as some would say. Yes, that was what the instinct desired and that was what Ashley, with a muttered sound of shy compliance, accepted.

Leaping from one soul to another was easier than ever. With every passing day the waking mind tied this network closer together. What once had known unity only through him was more and more a mesh of souls. A gorgeous sight.

In it, he found the node of green that was Janette. Her soul awaited him patiently, beholding his intent with blue orbs of piercing curiosity.

To find her next path was not as easy. Like branches split into twigs, so too did her path split into many viable options. To empower her dryadic nature was one such idea, to suggest that she take on an aspect of vengeful nature another. Neither was chosen, instead the two that were one decided on the path of a wild witch, a woman that was with nature but not tightly bound to it.

Janette tilted her head, then stoically nodded, taking to the idea. The soul seeped away, out of their unwaking network, to prepare for the changes to the vessel.

Though the great decisions had thus been made, lesser changes were still an option…

Two simple requests were issues through the network of loving souls. One was for Tess’ hair to grow even longer, to be a raven fall that could be pulled very nicely. The other was plain, for Yahui’s breasts to swell from a petite to a middling size. Though body type diversity was nice to have, the base male urge to have something to sink his face into was too strong to be ignored.

And so the choices were made.

The work was done, the instincts pulled back.

The underlying mind settles within reality once more.

With the dawn comes a new chance at expanding life.