Page 34 of Last Resort

“My ears are big.”

Estrya stopped her call and put her phone down. “No cameras, Mickey. You are clear.”

Mickey nodded and started to grow. When she was about six four, she was stunning. Her features were sharp and had a fox-like cast, her ears were indeed large, and her hair was side-shaved, forming into a thick crest.

Her clothing was white, and it was lovely. A thick band wrapped her shoulders, where a long, fluttery sleeve hung nearly to the ground. Her swirling leaves and vines slightly disguised her considerable assets, but the wrap over her breasts left her midriff free. The skirt was on her hips and clung desperately. It looked like a few quick steps would have it sliding off the rounded curve. The fluttering skirt caught the breeze and lifted and floated.

Poppy was staring with her mouth open. “Mickey, you are... stunning.”

“Okay, I am really uncomfortable with ya’ll staring. Show’s over.” Mickey returned to her naked beta self and quickly got dressed. “I stole the clothing design from the Stronghold. I thought it would be pretty.”

Poppy nodded. “It is. It is lovely. Do you have any other designs like that?”

“A whole book of them. Why?” Mickey asked.

“I think you could make some money with those.”

“You know a lot of enormous women?”

Poppy smiled. “I do. I also think adding bright colours would be good. Black and white gets boring after a while.”

Mickey smiled. “I will bear that in mind.”

Poppy smiled and got out of the pool while Ambermarle still swam happily.

Estrya sighed and said, “Time for dinner. Everybody out.”

Ambermarle sighed and swam back to the shore, and Estrya got out. In five minutes, the ladies were walking down the road toward the village. It was a forty-five-minute walk to the village, and when they arrived, there were long tables set out, and the villagers were laughing.

Estrya sighed. “Fuck, they brought them too early.”

Poppy blinked. “What?”

“The other teams are here. That’s what the feast is for.”

Breen and Myro were talking to their amazed teams, so Poppy sighed. “Here I go.”

She walked over to Rolf, Forza, and Darren. She waved at them, and their jaws dropped. “Um, hi.”

Forza looked at her. “Poppy?”

“Yeah?”

“You are an... omega?”

“Yup.”

Rolf stared at her. “You are kidding.”

“No. I am not.”

Darren said, “So, are you hyperathletic or something?”

“Nope. Not compared to an Elite alpha but definitely better than most other omegas. My skills aren’t strength or speed. Breen and Myro kicked my ass today, so it’s up to you, as it always was.”

Forza said, “Couldn’t you have distracted them or something?”

“Under twenty feet of water? What? Signal with my flipper or something?”

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