Waking up the next morning Jen groaned at the morning light from the palm trees, scratching her green hair the gammazon looked around and found the four gamma brutes still passed out. Rolling her eyes she stood and staggered over to the river to clean up, still murmuring displeasure about her current situation. "Stuck on a desert island with a bunch of green skinned dumbasses… Just perfect."
After a little drink from the pool’s edge and stripping down all her spoiled cloths She-Hulk jumped into the clear pool of water and sighed at the cool sensation. Splashing up to the surface she tossed her long green hair over her shoulder and sighed, feeling a little more relaxed. Yet the images were still burned into her mind, four ogre sized monsters at full mast sleeping. She shouldn’t be feeling like this but then again she was having a dry spell even BEFORE being kidnapped by the Leader and now here she was stuck on a desert island with four hulk clones armed with the fire hoses she needed to put out her fire.
She even started fantasizing, the cliché damsel stuck on a tropical paradise held in the hands of a handsome lover, leaning up for a kiss before… "Dammit, I am NOT a slut." Yelled She-Hulk out loud, scary a few birds in the process. "Sure I did Tony, and Cap, and then there was that stint with Juggernaut but I am not a slut!"
Shaking her head she swam back to shore and put her cloths back on, frowning now that her wet skin made her ruined dress cling to her uncomfortably.
Making her way back to the little shelter she put together she found the four gamma brutes finally awake and poking their failed raft with a stick, that is if you’d call a pile of rocks a raft. "Maybe we need lighter rocks?" "No! Leaves make good raft, they float." "Bah, leaves no big enough."
"This is going to be a bad day to start already…"
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Said day involved Jen teaching the four green numbskulls the basics on how to start a fire, building a proper raft and improving their shelter. All of it would have been great if it weren’t for all the pulverised rocks in the attempt to make a fire spark, the shattered trees uprooted and tossed into the sea to get the raft materials and shelter and somehow… Setting one of the brutes on fire when he miraculously MADE a spark after rubbing a stick between his hands for an hour.
With dusk finally setting and Jen sitting against a tree munching on a banana her face was the very poster of ‘pissed off!’ With a bonfire finally up she looked over to the four again and her frown soured deeper, once again they were snoring like paper shredders and once again they had tents in their ruined trunks that made thrills run up her spine.
"Nope, not going to do it! Nope!"
Looking over again she bit her lip, wriggling in place at the itch becoming more demanding to be scratched. Slowly inching her way over to the group she picked one of them out and just stared at the bulge sticking out half a foot from the brute’s shorts. Letting her curiosity get the better of her Jen slowly undid the zipper and snapped back when she was nearly smacked in the face with the foot and a half long cock waving around in front of her. With her breathing hitched Jen almost drooled at the sight, her hand shaking and almost reaching out for it until she pulled her hand away and winced her eyes shut. "No! I can hold off another night, just… One… More…"