戦闘で債 ! Kizuna no Battoru! Bonds in Battle!

Story by CrudeBuster

All right ladies and gentlemen, here's another piece of writing I present to you, helped by my good friend Srb, whom I can't thank enough each time I receive a draft full of red text to be fixed.

This time, it's a single adventure, a shard from a story lost in time and found vagrant in the cave of thoughts between my ears.

It has futanari, fighting and some futanari transformation and fighting with transformation.

If you're not supposed to read it because of age or doesn't like futas, SCRAM! Otherwise, if you're just passing by, give it a peek.

Comments or suggestions are welcome. And critique indeed. I'm human, I err.

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“Finally! The legendary Temple of the Dawn!” Debbie shouted from the bottom of her lungs, smiling to the high noon sun.

The desert landscape that surrounded the ruins of the crumbling building trembled with her voice.

Deborah ‘Debbie’ Hawthorne was a young blonde woman, seven feet tall with matchless beauty, proud of her large DD bosom as well as her adventurer fame.

Her lightly tanned skin was covered with sweat, showing the scars and recent rashes of early adventures, where she was tried by fire risking her life to obtain unique artifacts that gave her fame, notoriety and some other bonuses that she kept to herself.

While her backpack held all the equipment to survive alone or waiting rescue for weeks, her belt had the most important things she could use in risky situations: Her trusty knife, a rope whip and a small pouch with some good mojo amulets, red-passion colored lipstick and some condoms.

She was ready for anything that most places could throw on her way.

The sweat from the weeks of travel through the badlands, marshes, and jungles covered her large bosom in her brown leather jacket over a buttoned shirt, which became almost translucent with the wetness.

Her pair of jeans and a comfortable pair of boots completed the explorer outfit.

She threw her backpack near the tall and large stone portal, covered with cracks and ancient symbols that gave entrance to the temple.

She stopped for a moment to tie tightly her boots and straight up her fedora hat, a habit she did by mere superstition.

“Finally my dreams will come true, nobody will ever again doubt my superior skills and body! Isn’t that true, girls?” She said crazily to her breasts.

They swung inside her bra, her nipples tingling with excitement. The discovery of the temple was the key to another legendary item, the famed God Cube, which was capable of turning its user into a powerful being.

Strangely, little was known about the last owner, his superior powers were forgotten from the legend...

The main chamber, the size of a large apartment, was filled with the same void of the desert, lit by a small opening in the ceiling, gusts of wind pushing dust in the cracks on the floor, covered with antique inscriptions that Debbie knew that told about the deeds of the long lost hero that used the Cube.

After walking past some shadowy corridors, Debbie reached the inner chamber, where the Cube rested, untouched by ages, on a small pedestal in the center of the room.

It looked like a cubic spotlight, all its sides were emitting light, clear like the day outside... Or could it be even brighter? It was good enough to show how much power it had, even as an innocent piece of furniture.

“Wow, it’s there... Too easy... Um, seems that the light coming from the cube lit all the corridors through the cracks... holy shining!”

Looking carefully at the dust-covered floor and walls, Debbie realized her next move.

“There’s sure to be traps here... Let’s check the notes...” She said, pulling a small notebook from her tight shorts’ back pocket.

“Nine Thousand and One Traps by Pasadena Jones” was its cover.

“Hmm, the leap of faith, no, the invisible bridge, no, damn, snake pit, no...” She searched through the pages for the right kind of trap in the index.

In the shadows, ten steps back, an elusive figure carefully watched Debbie’s efforts.

“Yes Deborah, I’ve been waiting for too long to steal that... heh heh...” The figure thought, looking at her awesome ass. “To the victor go the spoils, of course, heh heh...”

“Hmm, lightning trap, I can handle it, I think... Better to get the portable lightning conductor...” She thought, stepping back from the dusty small portal to the tight corridor.

Debbie stops and sniffs something near. Quickly pulling her adventurer’s knife from her belt, she skillfully threw it in the corner shadows, where the elusive figure held it with two fingers, stopping it from stabbing her eye.

“Very nice, Debbie, I see your instincts are sharp... But I’ll get that Cube!” The figure left the shadows, her cleavage showing through the mesh of her ninja outfit.

Her thighs were covered wi

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