Chapter III - A wish of lewd adventure (Monthly tale - 30) X

(Women into koalas)*

Chapter I: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chapter-i-to-28-40723279

Chapter II: https://www.patreon.com/posts/chapter-ii-in-29-41968799

Chapter III:  You are here

As the steamship left the ruined camp behind, Ira Spopovich rubbed her naked nipples with an expression of snarling joy. She was thus distracted when one of her mercenaries moved to stand near her.

“Ira...” mumbled the curly haired woman, gathering her courage. “Almost half of our comrades were...” she gulped. “They were lost...”

Ira looked at her and she shivered.

“So? What’s the problem, private Noira?” she said. “You are talking about them as if they’ve died, but those women are still alive and free, they were just unfit to be human.”

“Yes, I guess so... but... My concern is... about the plan...”

“The plan is the same private, we follow the map and loot and burn down what we find at the end of it.” Noira nodded slowly before Ira barked a question. “Where’s the wimp?”

“We left him in the boiler room...”

“Perfect!”

Ira left, heading in the direction of the stairs, the private remained standing still... and bit her lips while blushing...

On the ship’s lowest deck Ryoshi Menda hung chained to a pipe in the hot boiler room. He was beaten and still half dizzy when the room’s door opened and Ira stormed in.

The tall muscular Russian woman looked down at the young Japanese man. She still had her tits out, a fierce radiant smile across her face and she was hornier than hell.

“Stop pretending you’re asleep, wimp!” she shouted.

Ryo just slightly opened his eyes.

“If you are going to torture me don’t waste your time and kill me already, I will say nothing to a pest like you.”

Ira just put her boot on Ryo’s crotch.

“Pest’s are the sneaky critters who sneak into a camp and attack soldiers without warning while they are off guard.”

“You are dangerous...” grunted Ryo as the sole of her boot rubbed his hard cock into a hardon. “Insane...”

“Insane? Why? For seeing a drug's potential? I can see right through you, wimp, you didn’t get into this mess because of your noble heart,” she leaned above Ryo, pressing his cock. “It’s ambition that guides your intentions, just like the old saying: We aren’t so different, you and I. We both know how that sickening dust can change this lame world and we deserve to be surfing that tide, not like those marsupial cunts of Sauer or Regina.”

“Nghhh...” the helpless young man under the powerful woman’s boot didn’t agree... but neither did he deny it... “What you did to Miss Reggie and Merindah...? Gaaah...!”

The boot pressed harder.

“Oh, yes, your dear pals, they really did try their best to save your sorry skin, it’s sad for them that I’m way better than them.”

“Merindah was that crazed aboriginal’s name? She had steel ovaries, even when she began to lay eggs.”

“N-no...”

“Yes, oh yes, I think they are called platypuses what she is now, just another critter in a river of this cursed land, just like so many of my comrades.”

“You bastard...”

Ira began to untie her belt.

“Fuck off, wimp, you are only sorry that you didn’t see her losing her dignity, my boot is thick and I can still feel your hard dick. I can assure you, it was a wonderful spectacle, we loved every second of it, Regina and I. It was just so damn lewd and hot to see that humiliation...”

“Miss Reggie...”

“Don’t you worry, she’s still human, I just crushed her will, as I’m going to crush yours.” Ira’s pants dropped. “You are Miss Ira’s property now.”

“I will never...”

The muscular woman grabbed Ryo’s chin.

“You will,” she began to pull down her soaked panties. “I needed a smartass to figure out this stuff, It was going to be tricky with Sauer now hopping around like a giant rat, but you just walked into my hands, such a gentlemanly act on your part. Now lets cut the crap and seal the deal with a good fucking.”

“No...”

“Sorry, I’m horny, you wanted Miss Reggie, but don’t whimper...” Ira spread her legs in front of Ryo’s face. “She’s leftovers, I’m the main course.”

Ryo was directly facing Ira’s wet vagina, a tight, shaved pussy between those muscular legs. He shook his head slightly... his cock twitched when his brain imagined a fit, naked Merindah squatting naked in total anguish and laying an egg...

“Do it...” whispered Ira.

The man gulped... leaned forward... kissed... licked...

“Hmmmmmmmm...! Let’s change this damn world!” the woman shouted.

Moans and gasps began to echo around the boiler room. Private Noira was right outside, kneeling down and touching herself. The steamboat slowly continued travelling up the river.

...

In the ruins of the camp, near the river, Regina was down on the sand.

Legs spread, shirt raised, pants slid down. One hand fingering her cunt, the other rubbing her tits. Moaning, alone in the wild, considering all the things she had seen in the last few days just as fuel to her lust.

Women transforming, right and left, women transforming into beasts and nothing else. The struggles of their last moments of humanity...

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Her voice echoed into the distance as she came.

The rest of the night she remained there, on the red sand, half-naked and half-asleep, sliding into a dizzying fever under the starry mantle of the night sky.

A snake slid close to her hair, accomplishing what the sun couldn’t:  Making the adventuress open her eyes.

Sore and grunting, Regina rose up, she covered herself as best as she could, but that wasn’t much. Everything looked blurry, the sun was merciless.

“I have to... go...” she whispered and began to walk, one step at a time.

Her gun was left in the sand, to be lost along with the remains of the camp, as if none of it had ever happened.

Regina dragged her feet in the heat, gasping and struggling as her dryness worsened. She took off her shirt and tied it around her head, it helped a little, at least until the shadows began to follow her.

Watching her from a distance, from behind rocks or dry trees, from the tops of the slopes of that red savage wasteland.

Watching, whispering... judging...

“Don’t come any closer...!” shouted Regina, waving a feeble arm as she kept dragging herself towards her doom.

She was about to collapse... she needed to rest...

She was back in that hotel room, that night a couple of moons ago, fresh and comfy.

Merindah was sitting on the bed next to her, naked, human.

“There’s this old, old legend I was told when I was young...” Merindah began to tell in a soft and calming voice. “There was a water rat named Bilargun, one day while hunting he saw Daroo the duck, he got struck in the heart by her beauty and his only desire was to have her as his wife. He led her to his watery hole and gave her food and safety and love and she came to love him as he loved her. Bilargun told Daroo that if she ever found herself in danger all she had to do was hit her tail on the water as a warning signal and he would come to her rescue. After some time, Daroo laid eggs and they had babies, cute and tiny offspring that had their mother’s duck bill and webbed feet, and their father’s fur coat and a flat tail. The descendants of those babies can still be seen to this day in the creeks and rivers, using the same warning signal. We call them platypus.”

Regina just stared at Merindah in silent awe.

Merindah gave the adventuress a sweet smile.

“It’s a nice tale, isn’t it?” she said, sounding like an echo. “I always loved it...”

Despite wanting to, there was no answer on Regina’s part, because she wasn’t in the hotel room, she was laying down on a rock under the sun, with her tits out and her skin red and Merindah...

Merindah was a platypus.

The bright sun above her, the shadows covered the adventuress and she could do nothing...

...

A troublesome nightmare led to a sudden awakening.

She took the wet cloth off her forehead and Regina sat up on the blanket beneath her, sorta surprised at not being dead. Looking around she realized she was in a cave and that the shadows were people.

In front of her was a child, a little girl, carrying a bucket of water.

“Hello...?” greeted Regina slowly.

The girl put the bucket down very slowly while directly staring at her and then ran away out of the cave.

“HEY! Wait!” The adventuress protested, but the girl was too fast.

Outside the sun hadn’t even come out, so she figured she had slept for a whole day. She didn’t feel like following the girl, so she just sighed, cleaned her face with the fresh water, drank some and sat, leaning against the rocky wall to wait. After all they had saved her from the heat and she didn’t have many other options.

“None more at all...” she mumbled to herself.

Regina didn’t have to wait long to meet her saviors, two women came into the cave shortly afterwards. Two young women and an older one, very old, yet not too damaged by the passage of time. She had long white dreadlocks and radiated an aura of respect and knowledge.

They reminded Regina of Merindah, but that wasn’t that much of a surprise to her.

“Hello, foreigner woman,” the elder one said, sitting down in front of the adventuress while the other remained standing, on guard.

Her accent was soft.

“Hello, ma’am...” answered Regina, calmly and politely..

Both women stared at each other in silence.

“What happened to our warrior?” asked the mature one

“Merindah?”

“Yes.”

“She’s... not a woman anymore...”

Those words pinched at the heart of the elder one.

“As I feared... What’s her place now?”

“Platypus...”

“Shall the river be her home...” mumbled the woman and the two guards lowered their heads with her in condolence. “Did you care about Merindah?”

“Barely knew her...”

“Do you care about us?”

“Honestly...? I have gone from a vague interest to almost zero... I have seen enough to fill in the gaps, but that isn’t going to matter much after Ira and her goons arrive here... We are at  those misty ponds, I assume?”

Regina wondered if she was angering the elder one, maybe risking ending herself, transformed as a punishment for disrespecting their traditions as had so many other whites, but the elder one continued talking to her calmly and softly.

“The goons? The people in the iron boat?” she asked.

“Yes,” nodded the adventuress. “Those people, they want your magical drugs and they will burn and ruin this whole continent to get it.”

“That’s sadly true and they will be here soon... too soon...” the elder one rubbed her chin, made a sign with her finger to one of the guards who left the cave. “We will give you food soon.”

“I would appreciate that.”

“What are you gonna do, white woman?”

Regina put the back of her head against the wall, while she avoided looking at the mature woman.

“I don’t know, I haven’t known for a long time... Leaving before things heat up would the rational path, wouldn’t it?”

“It would seem so.”

“But those goons got an acquaintance of mine, maybe I should try to save him...”

“That would be noble.”

“What about you, granny? What are you and your people going to do?”

“We will fight the greed of humans, as we have done since always.”

“They have guns, you may lose...”

“Maybe.”

“You will lose eventually.”

“That’s true, but no rightful cause has ever been fought because victory was certain. If you stay and fight with us it would be appreciated. We will not forget it, not even after the world certainly forgets you.”

The adventuress pondered those words for a while, she was even going to answer, but then a new woman entered the cave and her mouth dropped open.

A totally naked, barefooted woman, totally shaved too, from toe to head, even her eyebrows. A white woman somewhere around her fifties, she was carrying a tray with bowls with food, she served them and didn’t even flinch slightly when she kneeled, showing her perfectly nude mature crotch as she put one of the bowls in Regina’s hands.

Regina was speechless.

After all, it had been years since the last time she saw her aunt, Ollie Wales.

“Aunty...” she mumbled.

Ollie just nodded and whispered with a detached expression, which wasn’t in the least rare for her, even given the current bizarre circumstances.

“Eat,” was all she said before getting up. “We can talk later, if you want...” and then she left.

Regina remained sitting without quite believing her eyes, bare ass and completely shaved... doing the tasks of a servant as some sort of... of...

She looked at the elder one.

“You... You people did that to her...?”

The elder one was eating.

“Did what? Your aunt walks her own path, as do you, Regina Wales.”

“Are you going to do the same to me as you did to her?”

“Whatever ending you meet is yours to choose as it  was and is your aunts.”

“Is that even true?”

“True as it is for everybody.”

The adventuress, tired to the bone with the world, wasn’t even slightly satisfied with that answer, but she had been dragging around those feelings of dissatisfaction and melancholy for a while, even before coming to Australia. They seemed to have always been the fuel of her adventures, the adrenaline rush of action, but now, after all she had seen and experienced on this continent, she seemed to have reached the bottom of her fuel tank.

She didn’t like it.

It was annoyingly bothersome and she didn’t have much will left to follow it up, not for much longer at least. Her tolerance for deep questions with deep answers and big revelations was gone.

And, on top of all of that, she was hungry.

So she ate and let the revelations sit until later and at least the food was truly delightful.

...

The ponds were beautiful, covered by an enchanting early morning mist as the sun began to shimmer on their waters.

Truly breathtaking.

Regina and Ollie were standing at the edge of the ponds, aunt and niece side by side... and the aunt was still totally naked...

It was awkward.

“So you left England to become a nudist?” Regina managed to say in an attempt to break the ice.

For all her bother her aunt didn’t deny it.

“I guess that’s correct.”

The adventuress had some trouble seeing this completely bald naked woman as her aunt, her always so refined and well dressed aunt. Ollie’s saggy tits made her gulp.

“Aunty,” sighed Regina. “What in the hell happened to you?”

“Guilt”

“Would you mind elaborating?”

“You really haven’t figured it out?”

“Aunt please, I’ve had to deal with enough cryptic shit already, for the rest of my life. Keep it simple.”

Ollie’s lips twitched.

“How do you think the Wales family got their fortune?”

Regina stopped, thought, gave a sad chuckle.

“I’m not going to like the answer...”

“We ravaged and plundered this land and their people like savages, our fortune wasn’t earned, it was stolen.”

The adventuress groaned and sat down, shaking her head.

“That bad, uh?”

Her aunt sat at her side, with her knees pulled together.

“Worse, me and your father... I’m not gonna pretend ignorance, the deals of my dad and our grandfather, sickening, sickening even before they came to Australia. But when you are born into it it is so easy to look away from the atrocities. They died, we grew and you were born and then your parents died... I had so many things planned for my future, who I was supposed to be, success, the greatest scientist in history, but then I had to take care of you and as with so many things in my life I did it horribly.”

“You did what you could...”

“No,” Ollie shook her head firmly. “No, never, I never did enough.”

“I had a good life, still have.”

The aunt looked at her niece with a sad smile.

“Thanks to me or thanks to our wealth?”

“You think we are responsible?”

“We are if we didn’t do anything... I...” the mature woman closed her eyes and Regina felt how old she was. “I didn’t want you to get involved in my last act of greed, I swear, but when I came here and had to confront my legacy... I made a choice, but I need someone to destroy my past, you were the best option... I was hoping that you would come and go, I guess you attracted your own legacy to these lands.”

“My bad... but it’s the life I have lived.” Regina looked at the glistening water. “I hate your guts, why do you always have to be right?”

“I’m sorry...”

“The easy life, all the studies and commodities I wanted, traveling the world, always doing as I wanted and all because my ancestors had slaves...”

“Our ancestors.”

“Ryo, he was looking for you, he tried to help me and was caught...”

“I told him to forget about me...” she rubbed her forehead. “That man has too much ambition for his own good, it will be the bane of his existence...”

“There was also... a girl...”

“Merindah.”

“Yes.”

“She tried to help and now she’s no longer human... We all tried to stop her, but she had her own will right to the end...”

“What about you? How did you...” the adventuress lowered her voice. “You know, end up going around showing your twat.”

“My old self would be truly mortified if she saw herself like me, uh?”

“Totally.”

“I’m trying to amend the sins of the Wales, I doubt if I can, but... That drug, they gather it from the plants in this pond, it’s... Revolutionary. At first it was just a rumor, a silly fairy tale, but my investors had the means and the ways, when I began to investigate it... I was certain: It was going to be the work that would write my name in history. I suspected these plants grow in more places, all those legends about people becoming beasts, but we didn’t have enough, Australia was our best lead, so I made the decision to come here and find the source by myself.”

“And then?”

“I came with three companions, one turned back, the other two... One is a camel in the desert, the other a hen in the tribe’s hen-house. That desert, I crossed it, just like you, and when the guardians found me they knew what I wanted. Of course, I tried to argue, I’m not the bad guy of the tale... but I was confronted, forced to realize, what I was going to do with the drug was the same thing that our family had always done. I was no better... so I broke...”

The two remain in silence for a moment.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m giving this land the last thing of value I have.”

“So you are not ending up from this as a human.”

“Probably not. For the guardians... changing, getting reduced into a beast... It’s both the harshest of humiliations, the worst of all punishments... but also the greatest of gifts and the best of pleasures...”

“Just thinking about it makes you wet like an slut.”

Ollie shut her lips, she didn’t have any clothes to hide her blushes.

“...”

Regina poked her with her elbow.

“Answer.”

“...Yes... Thinking about it, Sonia... that was my assistants name... when I saw her turning into a camel...” she stopped, gulped, shivered. “We aren’t the saviours here...”

“No, not at all.”

Ollie put her arm around Regina’s shoulders.

“What about you, my dear niece?”

“I brought Ira to this place and I should at least try to save Ryo, so...”

“You haven’t much time left as a woman either.”

“Maybe.”

“I doubt I can convince you to leave while you still can... but perhaps this is for the best, the perfect conclusion to the Wales legacy... at least as humans...”

“Aye...”

In that wonderful corner of the world Ollie and Regina leant against each other, a familiar embrace of aunt and niece that had nothing to do with the kinky or the lascivious.

A moment of peace that might be their last.

...

Clothes were left in the entrance of the tent, all of them.

Inside it was dark but there was a fire, burning a bright orange, powerful, hot.

Shadows surrounded the fire and one of them had Ollie’s face.

“Come here, my niece...” said the shadow offering his hand.

Regina let herself be pulled forward, the shadows made her lay down.

Ollie had the dust in her hands.

“This ancient mixture, turning into beasts is just the side effect, but the drug itself... it pulls out the best of a woman.”

The shadows had knives, Regina lay stiffly, like she was in a trance, as the blades shaved her skin, her crotch, her hair...

“It makes you stronger, it makes you healthier, makes the lust more sweet... it even shows to the world the best of your heart...”

Oiled fingers began to rub Regina’s body, she let out a soft gasp that was eaten by the crackling fire. Between her breasts, her toes, in her armpits and thighs.

Methodical, precise.

“That’s why it’s so dangerous, so addictive, that’s why the world shouldn’t know about it... for as long as we can...”

The gazes of the aunt and the niece crossed.

Ollie raised her hands... pointed at Regina... and blew the dust right in her face...

Regina began to cough, but the shadows held her down, she felt it, her toes curling, her vagina clenching, nipples grew hard... she bit her tongue...

Her pupils dilated.

Her aunt smiled and fondled her cheek.

“Now you are ready...”

...

The red sandstorm rose along the horizon, a towering wall darkening the skies like a grim omen.

In the boat the mercenaries were becoming nervous, something understandable after having lost their financier and so many comrades in such freaky ways.

Ways that horrified the group... and gave odd thoughts to some of them... But Ira’s leadership easily overcame that and the main forces of the mercenary platoon prepared for war.

The boat anchored, soldiers and vehicles deployed.

Everybody was ready as the storm got closer. Their objective, the ponds that held terrible power and infinite riches, were hidden behind a small rocky embankment not too far from the shore.

Ira gave the signal as the storm began to descend and they marched.

The sandstorm seemed like a gift from hell itself, in that cloud the transformative dust from the guardians would be ineffective and they were also covering their faces with masks and goggles.

In the back of one of the trucks sat Noira, she looked back at the boat while pulling up her mask. Ira was standing on the ship’s deck, she had entrusted them the takeover of the ponds, but had remained back in the boat with a few soldiers.

“Because I have the feeling she will come here and I know you are more than capable of dealing with some aboriginal women wearing loincloths.”

That had been Ira’s answer when she had been asked why she wasn’t heading the charge as usual.

Noira felt the nervousness of the anticipation.

Ira leaned over the railing, never losing her fierce smile.

“Where are you...?” she asked to nobody.

The platoon was engulfed by the storm.

Below deck, in the entrails of the steam boat, Ryo was no longer tied up or beaten, he hadn’t been mistreated at all since accepting the offer.

He was in one of the cabins, one all for himself, the highest commodity that the ship could offer, outside the room stood two guards.

Two women who would only seem small in comparison to Ira.

Loyal right to their bones they had been given a duty and were going to fulfill it until the bitter end.

The lights in the hallway began to flicker, they turned on and off on one side. One of the guards poked the other with her elbow.

”Did you see that?”

Her companion looked where she was pointing, into the darkness at the end of the hallway... the shadows moving...

Inside the room Ryo heard some muffled noises on the other side of the door, no screams... more like gasps... He got up.

“Girls...?” he asked, staring at the door.

The door suddenly opened, one of the guards rushed back inside

“What’s going on?!” Ryo asked the towering woman, who was shivering and scared like a child.

“They are here! They are here!” said the guard with her eyes wide with terror. “They got Maru, they will not get me! Not me...!”

“Can you calm down and tell me what’s happening?!”

“They’re attacking us moron!”

The door slowly slid open, both Ryo and the guard held their breath as the guard cocked her rifle, and aimed.

They didn’t notice that the room’s window was also open...

Through the door came a bird, a terrified bird covered in flashy feathers that was in total panic, flapping around as if she didn’t know how to fly. The guard yelled, scared, shooting several times.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ryo stepped forward as the bullets ricocheted dangerously close. He grabbed the gun, stopping the guard from shooting again with a powerful slap to the face.

“STOP ALREADY!”

With the man’s handprint clearly visible in red on her cheek, the guard came slightly back to her senses. She rubbed the slap, taking one step back.

“I’m sorry... I’m just scared...” the big, strong woman mumbled.

In Ryo’s hands the rifle was pointed down at the floor, he was going to say something until he saw the shadow hiding in the darkness in a corner of the room.

He could see how the shadow moved... the silhouette of her hard nipples and pussy...

Unaware, the guard kept rubbing her cheek.

“I just... I just don’t wanna get transformed into... into...”

“WAIT!” yelled Ryo.

It was too late.

The shadow wrapped her arms around the guard, who opened her eyes so hard it hurt... and then she felt it... a tingle all over her skin...

She emitted a few muffled sobs as her pupils turned into vertical slits, those of a reptile. The guard struggled, but it was too late, she couldn’t escape the grasp of her attacker.

Her muscles were losing strength, her clothes loosening, her hair falling.

Ryo looked directly into those scared reptilian eyes as her humanity diminished...

Inside the sandstorm it was hard to see too far away, Noira could only distinguish the truck’s lights right behind her. She would have sworn that dark blurs stood on the sides of their path, even crossing in front of the headlights.

She hoped they were mirages.

As they crossed through the cloud the tension rose up until, in just an instant, the light disappeared into the sand.

Noira rose up immediately.

“We’ve lost contact with group two!” she shouted into the cabin.

“Doesn’t matter, keep going!” was the squad leader’s answer.

“But...!”

“If we seize their base we win, get us over that slope!”

Nobody argued against that, Noira got back into her seat and kept looking for the shadows with her lips closed tightly.

Back on the ship, the guard’s clothes formed a pile on the floor between the feet of the shadows. The pile was left empty when a tiny yellow lizard emerged from the pants and quickly crawled away under the desk.

Ryo gulped and looked at the shadow.

Bald, naked, with several belts tied around limbs and waist, her muscles fit and her skin shining with oil.

“Regina...?” he asked the shadow.

“Thought I needed to save your ass, guess I was wrong...” smiled Regina at him.

“I... I didn’t have many options...”

“Not judging you Ryo, you did what you needed to to survive, didn’t you?”

“Yes...”

“You are in one piece and I’m glad of that, now you should leave.”

Regina began to walk towards the door, but Ryo stood looking at her.

“I want to help.”

“You can’t help me anymore.”

“Just... What happened to you?”

Regina stopped and chuckled.

“I found the ponds, now I’m saving them while I save you.”

“You found Ollie?”

“Yep, she sends her regards, she’s also doing her part.”

When the woman moved out into the hallway Ryo raised his voice.

“Ira is waiting for you! It’s a trap!”

“I know, she must be up on the top deck, no? That lunatic always loved to dramatize.”

“Regina, please...”

“Ryo, it’s over.”

“Let me...”

The adventuress put a hand on the young man’s shoulder, they looked into each other’s eyes.

“It’s fine,” she said kindly. “We did what we could, we had fun, but now it’s over. This is goodbye. Ryo... I can’t tell you what to do with your life, but leave this boat, this... crap... Get yourself a happy corner of the world and forget about it, or you may end up regretting it more than you could imagine.”

They separated, Regina began to walk away.

“It was truly a pleasure to meet you, Miss Reggie.” was the last thing Ryo said.

“Of course it was!” answered Regina before disappearing around the corner in the hallway.

Ryo was left alone, he pondered, squeezed his rifle hard, threw it to the floor and looked back inside the room.

Beyond the storm the truck reached the rocks.

The mercenaries quickly climbed out of the vehicle, weapons ready, military precision. They climbed up the rocky path, reached the caves and the tents.

Found nothing.

Empty houses with belongings left untouched.

“Secure the area! Find the flowers!” ordered the squad leader.

They dispersed between the tents in small groups, acutely aware of the feeling of eyes watching them from all directions. Following their leader Noira’s, as her hand shook slightly while  holding her gun.

The sandstorm raging over their heads.

Ira was still standing on top of the ship, atop the roof of the bridge, the highest point. Even with all the noise around she could hear the struggles happening on the decks beneath her.

The muffled screams of women transforming.

Standing stiffly,  she crossed her arms behind the back, closed her eyes.

Waited.

It didn’t take long for the door behind her to open, she looked in that direction... and burst into laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” she slapped her knee and laughed hard, grabbing her sides. “What in mother Russia’s hell?”

Regina’s naked feet stepped onto the floor made up of the roof, unmoved by her rival’s laughter, she felt the warm metal against her soles.

“Hi, Ira...” she muttered.

Ira laughed a little more before straightening up and wiping away her tears.

“Hi, Regina, looks like I fucked you up hard.”

“It wasn’t you.”

“Are you sure?” like prowling predators the women looked at each other, muscles tense, Ira noticed that only one pouch was left on the belts crossing Regina’s naked skin. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“Are you really complaining about seeing me naked?”

“Not really, I just love to mock you... But I will miss your hair...”

“It was never yours.”

“And that pouch? Is that pouch for me?”

Regina untied the small, dangerous sack, holding it stiffly with one hand.

“Yes.” she answered, dryly as the pressure between the two increased.

“You got a kink for this too, don’t you? The transformations.”

“I’m not gonna deny it.”

“What are you planning on turning me into?”

“Not knowing makes it hotter, don’t you think?”

Another loud and honest laugh on Ira’s part.

“Okay, I will give you that one! Could I make one last counteroffer?”

“The last one.”

They were both ready.

“Sniff up that whole pouch, change in front of me and have a happy rest of your life as my pet while I get rich. Sounds fair, don’t you think?”

“Hmph, would you really be happy having me as just a pet?”

“You would love it, Am I wrong? I will take good care of you, be sure of that.”

“It’s indeed tempting... but I’ll have to refuse your offer...”

“Do you really think that will change the conclusion to this?”

“No, not at all.”

Ira made the first move, her hand flew to her gun, but was met by the sole of Regina’s foot. The weapon clanked down on the floor. She saw the adventuress’ hand with the pouch, going directly for her face.

Never had Regina been so fast, so reckless or so fierce, Ira blocked and dodged, struck with her own feet, but Regina avoided her boots easily.

Jumping back, gaining distance.

Gasping, even smiling a bit, both warriors remembered their first time, so long ago in the showers of that castle.

The adventuress began to spin the pouch.

The squad of mercenaries left the village and arrived at the ponds and Noira was enchanted by their glow. They kept advancing in formation.

“Those stupid flowers must be near, stay alert!” commanded the squad leader.

Their march startled frogs, fishes and bugs, they splashed through the water and crushed the plants and finally saw, adorning a bunch of bushes in the middle of that seemingly otherworldly place.

“There they are...” said one of the soldiers.

Made of intensely red and curly petals, they made the already beautiful surroundings even more beautiful.

None of the mercenaries noticed the shadowy figures rising up from the ponds around them, they barely noticed the sound of the moving water.

“The flowers are nothing without a proper hormonal reactive...” said a soft voice behind Noira before she, like all of her companions, felt the pinch of a needle into her skin.

Not a single shot was fired, the guardians of the ponds acted with quick determination. Masks were pulled down...

Noira didn’t know her, but her eyes met with Ollie’s.

That strange bald woman gifted a smile to the young woman, so warm that Noira forgot about her fears... at least for an instant...

Ollie’s lips were coated in a substance.

It made Noira’s lip tingle when they kissed.

Regina lost the grip of the pouches cord when Ira’s fist hit her directly in her belly.

“No matter the trick!” growled Ira. “I WILL ALWAYS BE STRONGER THAN YOU!”

Ira’s elbow struck between Regina’s shoulders, the adventuress collapsed onto the floor like a deadweight.

She tried to get up, to crawl to the pouch, but Ira’s boot stepped on her arm. Groaning, she put her forehead against the floor and gave a painful chuckle.

“That’s true... You have always been stronger than me...”

Red with anger, Ira spat some blood and easily grabbed Regina, holding the woman’s arms she began to drag her towards the pouch.

“You wasted your last chance, Miss adventuress!” Ira shouted triumphantly. “I gave you a last chance and you wasted it! I’m gonna make you swallow that damned drug and I’m gonna drill my cunt as you transform! This ends now!”

“Yeah... You are right about that too...” gasped Regina. “Ira... It could only end like this...”

Regina had firmly stopped, making Ira look at her. The mercenary saw the woman with her legs open... her fingers reaching her pussy from behind...

Grabbing a string.

Her eyes opened wide.

“NOOOOOOOO!”

That desperate yell didn’t stop Regina, she pulled the rope, the pouch she had hidden inside her vagina burst open and both her and the mercenary were engulfed by gray dust.

Coughing they collapsed to their knees.

The ponds had quickly turned into a complete pandemonium of protests and begging. Noira and Ollie’s lips still together as the young soldier saw it,  weapons in the water, clothes becoming loose.

All her companions were on the ground, the squad leader doing a complete squat as the crotch of her pants moistened up.

Only two of the guardians still stood, having not succumbed to the potent drugs, the rest of them, including the elder one, were joining the mercenaries on the floor.

Noira wasn’t just seeing it... she was feeling it...

Feeling herself starting to tingle and change as that kiss that she wished wouldn’t end extended in time.

But all good things come to that.

Ollie pulled back and they both felt a very unique and alien experience as their still tangled tongues stretched out of their mouths.

Wet, slimy and incredibly long.

The cords of flesh finally untied, but didn’t pull back inside.

Webbed toes and fingers, Noira grabbed her long tongue with one hand, her slippery pants with the other.

Skins shining moistly, greenish, her own hair starting to fall out.

“Flogzzzz...?” she managed to ask.

Ollie was squatting perfectly, her nailess hands in the dirt as her pussy pulsated. Her eyes starting to swell and separate just like everybody else’s.

“Wle wantled diiiiz pondzzzz... Wlaaa elzzz we coullld bleeeee...?”

Noses began to shrink, making their soon to be amphibian fate so much clearer.

Ira yelled.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!” On her knees she ripped open her shirt, her firm breasts and erect nipples proud above her abs. “How could you do this to us?!”

The gray dust had settled around them, on the metal, on their skins, the sandstorm calming above them in the red sky.

Laying down, Regina groaned and moaned and pulled the empty pouch from inside her vagina. She looked down at her crotch and saw the fur starting to spread around - dark gray fur.

She looked at Ira and saw fur climbing from the mercenary’s pant’s waistband towards her navel, hers was of the same colour but of a more softer tone.

The adventuress watched as the lips of her cunt wrinkled and darkened and chuckled.

“I truly did it... Uh?”

“YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!”

Their bodies already cracking under the changes, Regina took off all the belts tied around her limbs as the fur extended.

She focused her attention back on Ira, specifically Ira’s ass, a little lump was emerging from the mercenary’s rear, she touched her butt and felt the same tingling cute little tail.

The frames of the women’s bodies were expanding, deforming, larger asses, smaller chests that made their shoulders painfully contract.

It wasn’t an hourglass figure, but something mocking and humiliating.

Regina rose up and began to clumsily walk towards her rival.

Ira’s boots were left empty as legs and arms began to grow shorter.

The mercenary was in full panic mode, looking at her arms, at the extending fur and the curving of her nails into dark claws.

“Noh! NOUUUUUUUUUH! This can’t be happening to me! NOT TO ME! I AM A WARRIOR! I AM A WOMAN!” she was crying, her facade of living, unstoppable force broken while the heat in her cunt moistened the fur covering her crotch.

She stood up, yelling, grabbing the side of her head.

Each step was harder than the last, not just because of their limbs, but also the fingers, the hands, the feet, all had shrunk and twisted into a tinier form.

Their heights decreasing by the second.

The heat only getting worse.

It was such a hard struggle to reach Ira, but Regina didn’t stop.

“Iraahhh...!” she gasped while her ears rounded up and her nose began to swell.

The croaking of the males was getting closer and closer as they slowly hopped towards that patch of dirt around the flower bush.

Empty damp clothes and belongings lay scattered all over, the two remaining guardians stood looking sorrowfully at the frog-women.

Reduced in size and shape, little to differentiate the two groups of once enemies, they were all naked and slimy and green, now way more frog than woman.

Noira couldn’t blink properly with her swollen eyes, but she could still cry.

She could see her partner, the almost mature, almost frog with a few disturbing traits of humanity that had brought her to this sorry state, squeezing her nether areas to lay a stream of tiny unfertilized eggs.

She was doing the same.

Female frogs don’t usually croak, she learned that as she changed and lost her voice, and now it just felt like there was so little of herself left.

So horny, so mutated... no longer a soldier...

Just a horny amphibian...

The young frog wasn’t sure about her unfortunate companions, but she let herself go, the womanly part of her to melted into the toad in a final orgasmic groan.

The tiny female chose not to hold onto her pretensions of being a woman... and it wasn’t all that bad...

She didn’t know or care if the others did the same, but they were all frogs in the end, and soon enough the males arrived and it all descended into an orgy of amphibian lewdness that brought pace back to the ponds...

It wasn’t much better up on top of the ship.

Ira and Regina’s forms had been ravaged by the transformation. Fur in their armpits, growing down their legs, covering the swelling bellies that had ruined their abs.

Short, stubby, sturdy, round furry ears on top of the sides of their heads.

They both had shouted together as their teeth changed and their noses had inflated to absurd proportions, turning big and black.

Neither of them were very imposing anymore, disfigured on their way into what could be called teddy bears.

Australian teddy bears.

Ira was crying, rubbing at the large, snorting and bulbous dark nose in the middle of her face, even grunting just like a piggy from time to time.

“Wash this! Washh even thish thing! What you du too ush!”

Her tears were lost in the fur, her eyebrows becoming fuzzier, the gray fur engulfing her short blond hair.

Regina reached her and with her stubby hand reached forward, grabbed the oversized shirt the mercenary was still wearing and pulled.

Ira squeaked loudly as she was stripped naked, she comically spun over herself.

“GYAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Finally she landed on her big fluffy rear. She looked at the still standing Regina, her dark lips trembling.

“Hoow cun yu bee finesh with thish!” she cried. “Am no fineeeh! I don’t assept it! AM A HUMAN WOMAN!”

What was left of the adventuress sighed and exhaled from her large black nose.

“Yuuu dun need mirrur tu knuuw that’s ishn’t true.”

“NUH! YU WRUNG!”

They were both quickly shrinking down.

“Am nuh wrung,” asserted Regina. “Wu are koalash!”

“Nuh! I du nuh wash tha!”

Regina pushed Ira’s furry chest, forcing her to lay down as she climbed on top. It was hard for them to recognize the other by looking at their transformed bear like faces, but they still had their eyes.

“Reeeegiiiinaaaaaah...” mumbled Ire.

The adventuress smiled kindly.

“Letsh take guud care uf each uther...”

She leant forwards and they kissed, the memory of the women they used to be did the same, but on the roof of that grounded boat there were only two female koalas rubbing against each other.

Tails shook as their lips sucked.

Two furry critters not much bigger than small dogs, embracing and loving each other without caring how ridiculous it might have seemed to witnesses that would never exist.

The storm, the conflict and the changes came to their perhaps inevitable conclusion and the world was no better nor worse because of it.

...

Time flew so fast...

On a dusty plain a group of kangaroos tranquilly ate and played, one of them, a female missing an eye, sniffed the air and caught the scent of a horny male.

It was mating season and she was ready and willing.

Near a river, on a muddy shore, a couple of young platypuses dug a hole in the fresh soil. Soon they would have their first laying and they had to get ready.

In the Misty Ponds calm reigned, the frog population had never grown like this. A large group of frogs rested on the lily pads near the crimson flowers, very close to each other, completely relaxed.

Dust, wind and the weather had rusted or destroyed the camps, the clothes, the weapons, it was as if the land itself wanted to erase them.

The skeleton of a truck half swallowed by the red sand, a dry creek with the remains of a massive metallic structure that was once a powerful steam ship.

All would soon be lost and forgotten to time, important to those that participated in events, but most likely never to be acknowledged in the big picture of where things were heading.

There was a tree near the remains of that climactic battle, a thin tree covered in tasty, vivid green leaves that cast a cool shadow.

Two koalas held themselves onto the bark of that tree, they were never too far away from each other. The one with the darker fur had her tiny offspring clinging to her back.

All three sleeping peacefully.

Sydney grew smaller and smaller in the distance, the rapidly growing city would soon be hidden below the horizon.

Ryoshi Menda was on that ship, finally leaving the Australian continent behind, travelling back home despite the resounding echoes of war.

The young man now had a drier and colder expression, he was sitting with his gaze lost in the distance... and a bag on his lap...

A bag that contained the few wrinkled and yellowish papers he had saved from Ollie Wales research before escaping from the chaos.

He knew that Regina was correct, that he should just throw the bag into the sea.

But he didn’t.