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

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 floo