After the battle, Jet was able to revive most of Jen's fallen comrades. Many however had to take time to recover, especially Jen, who had lost use of her right arm.
"Don't worry Jen, you should be able to use your arm again in a week or two." Jet said. "In the meantime, remain in your home and rest. If you train you might open that wound up. You girls make sure she stays here okay? Oh, and before I forget, Untamed are useless in the eyes of their brethren if they can't fight." Jet waved his staff at Gina and flew off, to tend to the other Untamed soldiers. Gina's udder and breasts shrank. Her breats were DD-cup and her udder shrank to a size that kept her legs spread out a bit, but not too far that she couldn't walk.
"Thanks Jet!" Gina yelled. "When did you learn to fight like that Jen? It wasn't even 24 hours since we saw you before we got here!"
"Time goes faster here than back on Earth. Jack said you would've been here the night after I arrived, but he was way off." Jen said.
"How far off?" Sam asked.
"A few months. I doubt Mr. Boman even arrived at the computer lab yet, or that anyone has noticed we're not there." Jen said.
"Does that mean we're gonna die of old age really soon?!" Gina asked.
"In this world we don't age, because to us it was virtual. And as long as Clerics exist, dying isn't exactly an option anymore." Jen said. "We'll be young forever."
"Cool. I'm gonna get me a boyfriend." Gina said. She stood up on her hooves and fell back to the floor on her breasts.
"I think it's crawling before walking Gina. You okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, it was a soft landing." Gina said.
"Umm, Jen. Why did you wear that unitar into battle nya? Not very protective." Tiffany said.
"It's not a unitar. In this world, if a girl wears clothing, it dissentegrates." Jen said. She began peeling the unitar off bit by bit as if it were sunburnt skin. "It's magically enhanced latex paint. If I wasn't wearing this paint, that blade would've puntured a lung. It still needs work though, not durable enough. I still have to work on it."