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By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Chicagiensis

Haru and Yua have achieved their happy secret ending, and are now enjoying their life exploring the exciting and sensual digital secrets of the island of Tropico. But everything changes when two new video gamers, Max and Tom, are zapped into the dating sim, one as a gorgeous kitsune and the other as a handsome competitor for Yua’s affections. The dating game has begun again; what new secret endings will be unlocked?

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Part Four: Adapting

Over the next week, Mika and Hiroshi attempted to resist their new roles and bodies, though Hiroshi had a lot less incentive too, and therefore gave far less of a struggle. The townsfolk of Ocean Tides calmed down a lot over this time, but the sexy ikemen archetype couldn’t help but go on walks along the beach by himself, or gaze at the sunset from the top of the eastern cliff face, or even go shopping for new and stylish outfits to give him a new island style that contrasted the bright island colours with his own sleek blacks, greys, and dark reds. Women followed him, and it was hard to ignore Rin in particular, the athletic beauty who was always jogging and always ‘just happened’ to be nearby when he felt the need to brood and appear trapped in deep thoughts. Part of him felt a shadow of nervousness when someone like her approached him, but always the instincts of his new self suppressed those old feelings, and he found himself smirking in his slightly sardonic way.

“Well, what brings a lovely lady like you here?” he would say, or something of that measure. He’d said such to numerous women; Rin, Fumiko, Akemi, and even to Yua more than once when his original intention had been to ask more about the nature of Tropico and this game world. And always, the woman would blush, or bite her lip, or pose a little sexier, or all three. He hadn’t had sex yet, though he deeply wanted to, but he was worried that if he did, he might stop searching for a way out.

“I’m sorry,” Yua told him, her shoulder rubbing against his side a little too suggestively when they met atop his yacht while Haru was checking on Mika. “the Player’s Guide Book we have doesn’t have anything on you two! We had a way for one of us to escape, or both of us to end up together, and my darling little comic Haru chose the latter. The right choice, after all. I mean, look at me!”

At this, Hiroshi actually looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on her vast breasts even though they were covered by a purple dress that looped around her neck and left her back bare. It was a rather tight purple dress. 

“Oh, I’m looking,” he said. “Looking and appreciating.” But when Yua’s eyes widened, he felt a stab of guilt. “S-sorry! That was my new, um, compulsions. Let’s talk about other things! Trains, for instance. I know a lot about trains. What about Ancient Greek mythology? I can talk your ear off about that!”

But after they had parted, Hiroshi couldn't help but smirk. Yua had looked surprised at his comment, but also a little flattered. The man thought about her, and then thought about Mika, and he let his thoughts drift between the two as he drank some fine whiskey down in the cabin of his expensive yacht. His penis rose to attention, his arousal growing, and the increasingly daring man smirked and unzipped his fashionably tight trousers.

“What Mika doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” he said. “Or Yua too.”

And then he began to masturbate, gasping with arousal as images of both of them rose in his mind. It wasn’t the worst existence for Hiroshi, really. And when he came, he grunted in animalistic release, his seed filling the wad of tissues he had with him. He felt damn virile, and more than ready to take on the world of Tropico, and escape it . . . in due time, of course.

Mika, on the other hand, was having much more difficulty. While Hiroshi had his yacht to stay in, the townspeople had provided her with a new home; the Spirit Temple on the edge of town, where the tropical rainforest began. It was a highly spiritual place, and the foxgirl was aghast to find that it had no electricity, and that she couldn't even bring herself to request some electronic maintenance. Instead, her nonhuman spirit form felt a strong compulsion to light candles carefully, to make tea arrangements in an artful way, and to consume traditional Japanese islander foods while occasionally offering small sacrifices to the Gods. To her shock, she even found herself practising the art of calligraphy and traditional kaiga paintings in magnificent styles, displaying Tori gates rising from the waves and a kitsune with her human lover. The last one made her deeply embarrassed, and yet it made all four of her tails wag and her nipples go stiff with arousal. 

“Damn it all!” she whined to herself more than once. “Why does my mind keep going there, to Hiroshi! To a handsome man like him! It’s all wrong. I’m supposed to be the strong man who guides him, not . . . not a fox woman who can’t stop imagining all sorts of things about him.”

And then, helplessly, she would part her legs within the private sanctum of her temple, pull open her shrine maiden kimono, and lower her fingers down to her womanhood. Suffice to say, the new woman hadn’t lasted even twenty-four hours as a gorgeous kitsune before she started pleasuring herself and silently orgasming as she covered her mouth. The first time, he tails had wagged every which away as multiple climaxes rocked her body, and she had literally felt a kind of magic emanate from her body as she shuddered and moaned upon her tatami roll mat. It was utterly humiliating, of course. She had been such a huge secret nerd for Japanese dating games and the like for ages, but now she was the very thing she had once thought about, and she couldn’t help but indulge her strong female desires. 

“Ohhh, Hiroshi! Mhmmm, Haru! I can’t - I can’t stop imagining you! I want you to p-pet my tails and feel my ears and - ahhhh!”

She erupted once again on the seventh night, aware that this was the second time on this day that she’d felt the need for such primal release. Clearly, she was exactly the kind of anime girl she liked to date in these kind of sims: an ethereally beautiful and deeply submissive woman, and yet one who in the bedroom was all passion and need. It was humiliating, and she was disgusted with herself as the post-climax fog finally cleared from her mind. She was meant to be a bodybuilding brute of a man! 

“I should have purged all my weak nerdery and gaming dorkiness from myself when I had the chance! Ugh!”

She slammed her hands down upon the central shrine in her temple room, the one that displayed a beautiful kitsune woman with a fox on either side of her. She hated that statue, and the fact that the kitsune figure had nine tails to her four, which made her feel all kinds of jealous and conflicted, but she pushed away those traitorous thoughts when she heard the hollow sound of something shifting. Quickly, Mika put on her kimono and covered her breasts, which she estimated to be a full D-cup, much to her chagrin and reluctant pleasure. She pushed the section of the shrine between the sculpted kitsune’s feet, and sure enough it slid open, revealing a tome within it. A tome with golden embossed writing on the front. 

Finding the Right Beach Girlfriend: A Player’s Guide Book - DLC Edition! 

Slowly, her hands trembling and her tails quite literally looping around one another in anticipation, she reached out and took the book. She caressed it carefully, recognising its importance and stylish design, something her mind was geared to appreciate now. Then she opened it, her eyes roaming the chapters.

Pathways to Romance

New Character Bios Mika and Hiroshi

New Quests: Spirit World Journey, Temple Restoration, Yacht Voyage, Deserted Island Plotline 

Easter Eggs & Bonus Content

Unlockable Outfits and Forms

Branching Endings & Fulfilments

The woman’s eyes widened, and she placed a dainty hand over her soft lips as she marvelled at what she now possessed. Finally, she had found a way to reclaim her masculinity. Finally, there was a way to regain her pride and pretend she had never been into this dating sim and its deeply embedded anime tropes. Mika’s tails began to wag through the hole in the back of her kimono, and this time she didn’t even try to stop them. 

“Time to find out how to escape,” she murmured.

But as she read on, she found that the way to get out of the game wasn’t exactly what she would have hoped for . . .

***

Hiroshi was surprised when Mika appeared on his yacht and began to unmoor it herself. Her tails fluttered, and he was surprised a second time when the tight ropes unwound and unknotted themselves, a little sprinkle of fire-like magic spreading over the side of the boat before disappearing entirely.

“Mika,” he said, giving her a little wink out of compulsion and playing it cool by nature. “I’m most impressed. I must say, you look incredible today. Love the new outfit.”

The woman frowned. She had intended to keep on wearing her shrine outfit, but in going to the docks to pursue a much-needed chat with Hiroshi, she found that her tails kept on wagging and applying magic over her body without her damn permission! Lefty was a particular culprit. If Righty was the one that gave a powerful tell when she lied, then Lefty was the one that kept applying her budding kitsune spirit magic without her asking it to! The end result was that she was now wearing a full on bikini, bright orange in colour naturally, and it showed off her gorgeous body and impressive D-cup breasts wonderfully. She placed her hand on her hip, tails shifting about and covering her legs and womanhood as much as possible. She was getting better at controlling them at times, at least.

“Please don’t talk about the new outfit,” she said almost submissively, her cheeks going red. “It’s the kitsune magic. We need to cast off. I don’t want anyone hearing what I have to tell you.”

She held up the satchel she had, the strap running over one lovely bare shoulder. “Trust me, Hiroshi, it’s important.”

The man nodded slowly, trying not to get into a flirty, playboy-style mood with her. It was a damn struggle though, especially with those incredibly cute fox ears of hers, not to mention her bikini body!

“Okay,” he said. “We’ll head out further across the bay. This better be important, Mika.”

“You have got to stop sounding so brooding and self-important.”

“Yeah, I know. But have you tried not acting so damn elegant and cute?”

She ignored that comment as best as she could as he sailed her out into the bay and then dropped the anchor. They had a good view of the beach, and by good fortune Yua and Haru were there, playing volleyball. Yua was vicious at it, though her breasts bounced like wobbling basketballs upon her chest even as she went toe-to-toe against Rin’s athletic team. Haru, meanwhile, managed to take every shot to the head, collapsing comically over and again yet somehow managing to ricochet the ball to the other side each time. Hiroshi and Mika observed the transformed pair who had been here a whole year long, and did so for several minutes until Mika drew out the guide book and explained it.

“Intriguing,” Hiroshi said in his suave way as he looked over her shoulder at the text. “You have proven most resourceful, Mika. Still as smart as you ever were, it seems.”

“Only I’m so much more submissive and traditional!” she whined.

“Just like I feel like all my interests have condensed, and my anxiousness and restlessness have gone away.”

Mika glanced at her friend, then gestured to her sexy kitsune form in her revealing bikini. “Oh yes, you are so suffering here . . . sorry. Ugh, I can’t even be sarcastic without feeling bad about it! Look, the point is, this manual gives us a way to escape, and look: here it is! Listen to this: ‘Exiting the Game requires a fulfilment of an Easter Egg path; a nontraditional plotline hidden within the game that few gamers will discover without first knowing the path. For instance, a romance between Yua and Hiroshi or Mika and Haru would meet such conditions (*see additional rules regarding non-traditional matchups in the base Players Guide.’”

Hiroshi’s eyes widened, and once more he briefly became his old self again, utterly fascinated by the notion of manuals and rules and a new interest to explore. He took the book from her and poured over it, flicking through the pages, and then he actually gasped as he saw an artistic image of him kissing Mika, her fox tails extended out behind her, one leg raised up at the knee to indicate her pleasure as she pressed her body against him. The fact that she was wearing only a wrap around her breasts and a rapidly falling remnant of her kimono obscuring her womanhood only added to the erotic touch. He gulped, barely able to imagine such an outcome for a number of good and bad reasons, but then his cool and collected demeanour smoothed these concerns over, and he showed Mika the image.

“Not a bad picture of the two of us, wouldn’t you say?”

Mika blushed a very deep shade of red, and her nose began to gush blood in a highly exaggerated way. She snapped the book away and turned on the spot, the blood drip disappearing instantly as if it had never been.

“That’s exactly what we are avoiding,” she said. “The important thing is that we need to romance Haru and Yua. That’s the easter egg ending to pursue. You need to, er, get with Yua, that ojou woman. And I must . . . show affection to Haru. He is, I suppose, a little kawaii, is he not?”

Hiroshi considered this. “I think I can do it. I definitely know I can do it, actually. I would have jumped at the chance to be with such a gorgeous woman in my old life, but now I have the confidence and the charisma to go through with it. But . . . can you go through it with Haru, Mika? I know how important your manliness is to you.”

Again, that blush returned. Mika’s tails flicked about, and her ears twitched at her own embarrassment over becoming female. “It’s very important,” she whispered in her soft-yet-regal tone. “And I’ll do anything to be a man again. This nerdy stuff isn’t for me, you know. I don’t know why the game gave me a character so steeped in Japanese tradition and fantasy. It’s absurd!”

Hiroshi placed his hand on her back, then lowered it to pet one of her tails. Mika literally jumped a little, and almost let out a little canine bark.

“What are you doing!?”

Hiroshi frowned. “Sorry. I was . . . petting you. To make you feel better.”

The beautiful kitsune tensed her fingers again and again. “D-don’t do that again, please. It was . . . odd.”

Hiroshi smirked in that roguish way of his. “Cross my heart, dear. But if we do go through with this, and you think you can do this, there’s just one last thing to consider. Yua and Haru have welcomed us here. They’re together, and they love one another. Are you sure we should try and tempt them?”

Mika felt a stab of guilt, one that was especially strong given her new feminine emotions and more compassionate role. But she took a deep breath and kept her features resolute. “We have to,” she said, summoning steel from the soft silk of her soul. “And we will, in order to escape. They have to fall for us, so we can get our own dating sim secret ending.”

To Be Continued . . .