Tomboy Island

The waking mind rested and so the instinct stepped to the forefront.

The primitive mind was pleased. What a day it had been. Two women surrendered to the place that both he and they wanted most to be. No complicated layers to their relationships, no contracts forced on them by society, no norms to observe, just lust and love.

The body had evolved to keep up with the demands. The waking mind had to be given credit, it had made good calls and the world had reacted to the strength of its will. Not all was yet lost for reason’s usefulness.

In the darkness of unconscious thought, Alex once more beheld the chain of himself. This newest link in the chain had changed under the surface. The loins were more productive, the muscles steeled with heroic purpose. A virile mate and a protector, as men should be.

Yet, it was not time to breed. The dangers were too many.

Dangers and challenges that could be steeled against.

The waking mind had greatly improved in its usage of the tongue for communication. Speech was such a bothersome tool, as precise as it was prone to miss the mark. Gestures and posture usually did the trick, but it was good to be varied in one’s approach. Nature benefitted those that could cast the net wide.

As the sex slaves mounted, adjustments were in order.

Alex beheld himself, then remembered the services he had received that day. The cum that had gone untasted. Proper training would show his women what they ought to do - but there was no need to make it anything but a treat for them.

A new Alex joined the row of daily alterations. Once again, there was no change outwardly. The change was in the loins, cum and precum adjusted to be, while not delicious, at least as sweet and tasty as could be allowed.

It was as much as could be done right now.

Done with his physical vessel, the instinct turned to its tethered.

Tess and Charlotte had began their changes, but it would take many days more before they became overt. There was nothing to be done there.

New connections, however, had been established.

The new sex slave, Sofia, and the woman that had given herself to him in heat first, then in desire of her own, Valeria. Two more to nudge to overcoming the limitations of what they were and to allow them to become what they truly ought to be.

Sofia was easily determined. A fencer deserved a sword and a sword deserved a wielder. Her essence was connected to the very concept of the weapon. In due time, she would find her chosen blade. It was, now, inevitable.

Valeria was… difficult. The unconscious mind did not want to nudge her before he knew who she was beyond an attractive female. Even the instinct had that degree of tact.

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.