Tomboy Island

Yahui needed more than a few minutes. That worked just as well for Alex, who needed to take a short trip to the crystal heart of their home base anyhow. He instructed the tree to move to the ancient complex they had explored the previous day. With the caveat that it was allowed to stop or retreat, should the lingering heat be too much for its magical roots.

When he returned to the usual room, a relatively small one near the main entrance, Yahui was executing slow stretches. Her flexibility was erection-inducing and slightly concerning. As a gymnast, she had always had an impressive range of motion. Now she was a contortionist of the highest order. One moment she executed a standing split, the next she had her chest on the floor and her ass on the back of her head. He could have fucked her pussy while she licked his balls.

“I like this a lot.” Yahui rose from the ground with serpentine grace. All of her movements combined the smoothness of ice with the flexibility of a snake and it was just… a whole lot of yes. She ran a hand over her scaled, other thigh.

The smooth layer on her skin disappeared where she caressed herself. Like any even lightly intrusive part of their bodies, she appeared able to dismiss and resummon the scales at a whim. Another stretch of her will had the scales creep to areas they previously had not been. A useful barrier to have if she had to crawl anywhere.

“Naked and yet I can have the benefits of being in a bodysuit,” Yahui cooed. “These new bodies of ours are marvelous.” She clenched a fist, a rarely seen grin revealing her sharp fangs. “No one can take this away from me.”

“Yup, it’s all yours,” Astrid chirped. The Spring fairy was doing little hops on the spot. Gravity tried to assert itself between each of her footfalls. Green-blue insect wings kept Astrid in the air for short intervals each time, vibrating with magical power. It was far from true flight, more of a prolonged hover, but that already expanded the human option of motions tremendously.

“...I want this!” Sara muttered, loud enough to be heard. She had meant to be. She was a bit shy, but nowhere near as bad as Ashley. “T-thank you for taking me along to become more of a monster girl, Master!”

“Do you watch anime?” Alex asked suddenly.

“Uhm, y-yeah? Well, I did, not like we have reception around here… or phones.”

“Right, but if it pleases you, I will work at fixing that,” Alex told her.

“Maybe later,” Sara responded and scratched the back of her head. “W-what made you ask…?”

“Just because you said ‘monster girl’. Doesn’t feel like something that would come out of Janette’s mouth.” Alex waited for a moment. “What’s your favourite genre?”

“S-slice of life.”

‘Yeah, that tracks,’ Alex thought.

“That totally tracks!” Astrid chirped aloud and put an arm around her fellow European. For some reason, Alex found it amusing that they were practically the same height. Well, with the bunny ears, the dark-skinned Spaniard was notably taller than her Swedish blonde counterpart. “I watched some anime, mostly Shounen and sports stuff though.”

“That a-also tracks,” Sara retorted. “Do you watch anything, Yahui?”

“I only ever watched Dragonball,” Yahui responded.

“No shot,” Alex blurted out, then immediately asked. “What about you two, did you watch Dragonball?”

“We watched Resurrection F together!” Astrid complained, playfully.

“Right!” That had temporarily slipped Alex’s mind. They had been stuck in a hotel in Canada due to a freak blizzard making takeoff too hazardous. As a result, he, Jane, Astrid and Selana had gotten together and just watched movies. That had been one of the ones they had.

That evening had been great. Had they already been in his harem at the time, it would have been even better though.

“I, uh, did watch all of Dragonball, yeah.”

“Including Super?”

“All of Dragonball,” Sara reiterated, with a bit of a weeb’s pride in her tone. “I, uhm, among my people, right?”

“I am developing a theory that Dragonball is the litmus test that separates tomboys from regular women,” Alex said. “So far, all of you that I asked have watched it. Favourite arc?”

“Cell Games!” Sara answered instantly.

“I like the first World’s Martial Arts Tournament,” Yahui said. “Tien was done dirty.”

“Uhhhhh… imma have to think about that one,” Astrid said.

“Well, we got all the time in the world.” The conversation entered a short lull while Alex grabbed their usual travel gear off the shelves. The Necklace of Regulation went around his neck first, then he picked up the Storage Gauntlet. “Astrid, you hold onto this for the day. Also take the Water Crystal and a couple of the Light Crystals.”

“Will get it done, my dude,” Astrid said and pushed the items into the now equipped gauntlet. Liquid servants also handed her a few loadings of food to be stored behind her palm. Abundant as the jungle was, the safety of rations was always good to have.

“Sara, you take the backpack.” Alex handed over the leather thing as he spoke. The rabbit-eared woman took it without question. Once she had it over her shoulders, they were all ready to set out. “We’re going east until we hit the oil ferns again. That’s where I stopped yesterday.”

It was a long and eventless trek. Four hours of walking through the jungle. Alex set a quick pace and the trio of women followed it with very little issue. He had been hiking with non-tomboys before. The experience was completely different. They walked on naked feet over tree roots and still did not complain a single time about anything other than the weather. The light rain cooled down what otherwise would have been a fantastically warm day.

Breaks came in three forms. Sometimes they did need to sit down. Sara certainly had the thighs of a lagomorph, Astrid was a runner by discipline and Yahui was definitely no slouch either. Monstergirlification reduced the stamina differences between their sexes notably. All the same, he did sometimes decree that they would take a minute to breathe. He just trusted his intuition on this. It largely proved correct.

The second form of break was just for water. The Storage Gauntlet offered them emergency rations. With the Water Crystal now in their possession, they weren’t purely reliant on natural sources of hydration either, but Alex didn’t want to tax that resource too much. He had no idea what the upper limit of the crystal was.

Thirdly… admittedly, sometimes they stopped because he got too horny to concentrate on walking. Astrid bounced to the top of their formation, showing off her perfect ass. Yahui stretched to investigate something. Sara looked up at him while chatting. Really, anything his women did could do it. For five to ten minutes, they would then be locked taking care of that. About ten times, they also took very short breaks during which Alex fingered one of them all the way to completion.

Why? He felt like it.

It put a bounce in their step, so it was barely a delay at all.

It was not yet noon when they reached the oil ferns again.Upon seeing their first target, Alex directed them north-east. If he had the map in his head right, they would get to the coast that way and given what he had seen of these islands so far, the coast would be grassland. Walking through light rain wouldn’t be the most pleasant, but it would be much faster than navigating the trees.

The foliage was already changing. Dense trees were replaced with walls of overlapping ferns. Alex pushed them aside with both of his hands. One particularly big leaf blocked his path. He pushed past it, watching his feet.

When he raised his gaze, he was almost face to face with a bear. A huge bear, practically a polar one. The mountain of fat and muscle stared at Alex, every bit as surprised as he was. Surprise immediately turned into aggression. The black-furred giant roared.

“STAY BEHIND ME!” Alex shouted.

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[Alex does not have the Cataclysmic Greatsword on him. It will be summoned to him after 1 Round.]

[Bear Trait:

Maul - Deals +1 HP Damage on every succeful attack.

Traits Active for Alex:

Ranged Support - While Sara is in the party, every third combat roll gains +5, starting with the first, then fourth, then seventh, etc.

Chilling Presence - Enemies have -5 to their combat rolls

Stoneskin - Ignore the first instance of damage in combat.

Both sides suffer from the rain (-1 Best of Die for Physical Rolls).]

Voting closed - 10 voters

Dice: 3d100+45

Options: Individual. Threshold: 35.

57,8,57 + 45 = 102,53,102 (3 successes!)

102 - 35 = 67 = 2 full incriments of 25 above DC = 3 Poise Damage total.

Dice: 1d100+32

Options: Sum. Threshold: 63.

77 + 32 = 109 (Success!)

109 - 63 = 46 = 1 full increment above the DC = 2 damage + 1 damage from Trait = 3 damage.

3 HP Damage negated by Stoneskin.

(I forgot the -5 from Chilling Presence, but would make no different on the final number)

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The claws of the bear immediately came flying. Alex barely had time to turn back to witness as the sharp points were dragged across his chest. Stone reactively sprouted from his skin, cracking and crumbling into dust, leaving grey trails behind the impact. The bit of dirt was infinitely preferable to the bloody trenches he would have received.

‘That’s my one freebie gone,’ Alex thought, feeling the exhausted vein in his magic. All the same, it gave him a moment to make it past the bear and into the open space.

The bear’s attention split between the rustling of the leaves and the moving giant of a man that was Alex. His tomboys were doing their best to stay out of sight. Something flew out of the green. A rock, hitting the bear in the side. It bothered the creature enough that it began to trot towards the ferns.

“AAAAAAH!” Alex shouted, causing the bear to suddenly turn his way again. It was a primal sound, like a gorilla trying to warn a trespasser. That was exactly the kind of genetic memory the man of the island was tapping into. Another shout tore from his lips. Another rock, no doubt launched by Sara, hit the bear.

The enormous animal slowly backed away from both man and ferns. It was growing visibly uncertain about what was happening.

A fact that Alex was happy to exploit. He was playing for time, waiting for the arrival of a little something he had left back at the tree. The cracking and glowing of the earth to Alex’s right only added to the bear’s uncertainty. Animals outside this island would have long since taken flight. Was the aggression towards humans another consequence of the Death Willow’s actions?

The Cataclysmic Greatsword ruptured through the dirt, its handle emerging at level with Alex’s hand. He tore the enormous weapon out of the ground, swinging its enormous weight with a single hand. Dozens of kilos of sharpened stone cut through the air. Even with his titanic magic counteracting it, Alex felt the torque pull on his shoulders. He moved with ever-growing familiarity into a ready stance.

“LET’S GO, FURBALL!” Alex roared.

The bear responded with its own scream, amping itself up for its next attack.

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Voting closed - 8 voters

Dice: 2d100+40

Options: Individual. Threshold: 35.

34,55 + 40 = 74,95 (2 successes!)

2 Increments of success above DC, 3 Damage + 4 Damage from the Sword. 7 Damage to the Bear.

Oh wait, Lewd Crit… of course.

Lemme just roll for the Bear before I put the poll up.

Dice: 2d100+27

Options: Individual. Threshold: 63.

11,40 + 27 = 38,67 (1 success!)

It's Worst of 2 (I just don't know the chat command for that, do tell me if you know it).

11 + 27 = 37, so the bear misses.

I'm trying to make the combat Lewd Crits more girl-focused, rather than just being standard bonks - so here's my suggestions (select more than 1) closed - 4 voters

Dice: 1d6

6 = 6

Okay, Sara, chill!

Dice: 3d20

18+11+12 = 41

41 Inheritance - I rolled a bunch on a whim because I also forgot to give Inheritance for the Golem Trio last day.

90/100 Inheritance.

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Alex seized the initiative, storming across the divide. The sudden, aggressive motion caught the bear completely off-guard. It reared up on its hindlegs on instinct. A risky choice, leaving its soft belly wide open. Though it was its own dangerous endeavour, Alex could have accepted the chance of being struck by those massive paws to secure a hit.

A tennis ball-sized rock came flying out of the bushes, striking the bear’s face with inspiring accuracy. It let out a confused bellow, shaking its head. The rock had hit it right in the eye, with enough force to daze it for just a moment.

That moment transformed the risk to a guaranteed victory. Alex took the last lunging step. The gargantuan sword was swung overhead, then crashed into the bear’s exposed shoulder. The weapon crushed bones as it sliced through fur and muscle. He was carving an entire ravine across the bear’s chest. Ribcage ruined, heart shredded, a final pulse caused blood to gush out of the chest wound. The next moment, the now-lifeless bear toppled over backwards.

Alex planted the Cataclysmic Greatsword in the jungle floor. ‘I love this thing,’ he thought, then turned his eyes and mind to his tomboys. ‘Distant second to them though.’ “That was a fantastic throw, Sara,” he praised the Spanish rabbit woman.

“Thanks!” she squeaked, all proud, and gave one of her tall ears a bashful tug. “I don’t g-get as much force behind them without a bat but I can still aim pretty well.”

“Aim pretty well, she says,” Astrid put an arm around her fellow tomboy and placed a kiss on her cheek. “Ya hit that throw out of the ferns, girl, that was super impressive.”

“I concur,” Yahui remarked. “You have the honour of cleaning up.”

“C-cleaning up?” Sara asked, eyeing the corpse with an understandable degree of disgust. They all had hunted for food by now, but that didn’t make the entrails of a bear an appetizing sight.

“Not that,” Yahui took to Sara’s other side. Gently grabbing the sides of her face from behind, the Chinese gymnast redirected the rabbit tomboy’s attention to Alex. “That.”

Getting an erection after fighting was a physiological response that he had well before he had become half a sex god. Now that he always lived out that urge, the boner he popped was almost painfully hard. “Not here,” he said. “Let’s get somewhere more comfortable.”

“B-but it is happening?” Sara asked.

“It’s always happening,” Yahui whispered. “That’s our duty to our Master.”

Alex kept the sword at hand this time, carrying it along as they advanced the last fifty metres through the undergrowth, finally emerging at the edge of the jungle. Grassland and ocean were before them a nice open area where nothing would approach them unseen. The cover of the last trees made for the perfect spot to sit down.

“When you’re ready,” Alex invited Sara, simply gesturing at his cock.

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Dice: 1d100

Options: Sum. Threshold: 50.

16 = 16 (Fail)

Yahui fails to turn Sara into a Cultist here

She just doesn't have the Zealotry to try hard enough.

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“You’re always ready, aren’t you?” Yahui seductively hissed into Sara’s ear. “You’re a good girl, a very good girl.”

With a gulp and a smile, the dark-haired, dark-skinned woman stepped forwards. “I t-try to be.” She knelt down, her thick thighs straddling Alex’s outstretched legs. He gave one of her hard nipples a light flick. “Mhmaster,” she sighed, aligning her already drenched womanhood with his erection.

Yahui hugged her from behind, kissing Sara’s neck between whispers. “That’s it… accept his divine cock… be his relief… his soothing hole…”

“Dude, you are horny today,” Astrid pointed out. For a moment, Alex was confused why she felt the need to point that out, but she wasn’t talking about him. To Astrid, ‘dude’ was a unisex term. “And I mean extra horny, Yahui.”

“Oh… God, it’s so big!” Sara moaned. It wasn’t even the first time in the last four hours that he was inside her, but she still had to take it slow. As much as her insides remembered his shape, he was large and she was tight.

“Oh Master,” Yahui softly corrected.

“Oh, Master!” Sara cried in agreement.

Yahui backed away from the elopement once Sara began to bounce. On her foot, she joined Astrid in lookout duty. “Evelyn and Tess are starting a cult,” the Chinese gymnast explained. “The Cult of Master, they call it.”

“Well, can’t say I’m surprised by that,” Astrid remarked. “That’s gonna be a thing we discuss tonight then?”

“No, Master has decided, wisely, not to put the force of his word behind that. He wants this to come from us to him.” Yahui flashed a smile at her fellow tomboy, a short break between scans of the nearby jungle. “I fully support the formation of this Cult of Master. I’d like you to do the same.”

“Imma have to think about that,” Astrid hummed. “The whole ‘Master’ as ‘God’ replacement thing just happened and I’m still treating that more as fetish talk… dunno if I want to upgrade straight into actual religion, ya know?”

“I fully get it and we are in no rush. Alex wants all of us to agree on it before anything happens. You can contemplate at your own pace.” Yahui looked back at the copulating couple. “What about you, Sara? Do you feel Master’s divinity?”

“I… feel… a lot!” the dark-skinned woman cried out in bliss. Yahui just chuckled at the answer.

Alex understood it to be a denial in its own way. If Sara had wanted to scream out ‘Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!’, the rhythm of her plunges would have been perfect for it. Instead, she was quiet as she continued to ride him. Orgasmic spasms soon made her motions too jittery. Alex grabbed her by the roundest part of her ass and helped her stay steady. All the same, he let her dictate the tempo.

Relaxed and yet multi-orgasmic, leisurely and yet impressively thorough, their lovemaking continued. Sara was a sweaty mess by the time his orgasm approached, her flat chest delectably shiny from the humid air. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while the gyrations of her wide hips coaxed him gently over the edge.

“Yes… that’s goooooood,” he groaned into her ear. The masculine rumble of his voice made her pussy tighten around his twitching shaft. Another load pumped into her depths, filling the court of her womb. The climax washed the stress of combat right out of his system and prepared him for what else the day would have to offer.

Sara clung tightly to his broad chest. The rabbit loved the softer aspects of domination, practically melting in his arms. Every spurt made her moan, the orgasm shared by the properties of his blessed seed.

As climax faded into afterglow, Sara whispered. “Do you… want this Cult?”

“The idea turns me on.” Caressing her lovingly, he brushed a strand of her wavy hair behind her human ear. “But I don’t need an actual Cult for the play. What I want most of all is what you want. Whatever your choice is, I want to be sure it’s yours and yours alone. No pressure.”

“Okay.” Sara puckered her hips. A quick peck marked the end of their entanglement. They had many more places to explore that day.

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[You have 11 Actions]

s -Voting closed - 5 voters

Dice: 1d100

15 = 15

Also quite bad.

-Voting closed - 7 voters

[Alright, I just made a change to the Rules:

From now on, Overworld Challenges operate under the same rules as Dungeon Floors. This change is because I already made a Skill Check and Combat Stats calculator for the difficulty levels and so this is just less work and more consistency. A new column has been added to the Event Table in Rules to see what the relative Dungeon Floor rating would be.

I should add that Floor Difficulty is a multiplier scaling with the Difficulty Rating of the island/Dungeon. Generally, the difficulty of Dungeons will be higher.]

Dice: 1d2+1

2 + 1 = 3

Difficulty 3 Combat, really not that threatening.

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