A conclaveof noble-ish heroes gathered around the table, deciding how best to divide the spoils of their latest adventure amongst themselves. Amongst the merry band of murder-hobos, there was an elven wizard, a tiefling sorceress, a human barbarian, a half-elven rogue, and an aasimar cleric. At the head of the table sat a sixth person, aliving personification of fate and destiny, the great and powerful Dungeon Master.
This was a normal Saturday night for the University tabletop roleplaying club. Instead of drinking, dancing, and occasionally getting laid like normal college students, we sat together in a dingy basement drinking lukewarm root beer and eating junk food, rolling dice at each other.
The DM, Lysander, a lean guy with a hawkish face, darkhair and square framed spectacles, gave me a cool glance.
"Tyler, roll me a knowledge arcana check."
In this particular campaign, I was the official party spell thrower and itemidentifier, the mysterious elven magician Elandre, the ambiguously gendered.A loose purple robe hid my androgynous frame, and nobody in the party knew my character's actual sex. Ashley's rogue tried to check once, while my characterwas sleeping, but she found out I'd woven an alarm spell into my underpants toprevent the curious from peeping.
I rolled my dice, "Nine."
"You added your bonus, right?" he reminded.
"Yes, I just rolled like shit," I sighed.
I checked his face for tells, but our DM kept his expression perfectly serene. "You have no idea what the potion does."
"It's purple and sparkly?" I asked.
"It is."
I gestured towards my roommate, Matt, currently roleplaying as the world's dumbest barbarian. "Hey Hragh! You've got a good constitution, drink this. It'llmake you super strong. And it's grape flavored."
Matt was a gentle, intelligent, soft-spoken chubby guy in real life, with a non-threatening baby face. As part of the official uniform of computer science majors and hipster Linux enthusiasts everywhere, he also had a legit neckbeard.Basically, he was the opposite of the wiry musclebound barbarian he was roleplaying. He put on the most aggressive face he could muster, which wasn't terribly aggressive.
"Hragh no trust you! Last time Hragh drink weird potion, Hragh fill tavern's toilet with literal fire," he grunted.
Aw, no fun! "No, no, I'm not tricking you this time. Last time was just a joke, but this time I'm telling the truth. Um… Ashley's Character, tell him I'm trustworthy."
"It's Jack." Ashley said in a stage whisper.
Ashley was one of only two females in our tabletop group. Though as an utterly blatant butch lesbian she was more of an 'honorary dude' than anything. Withher short purple hair and men's clothing, I'd say she was a trans man, but she was too curvy to pass as male, and didn't bind her boobs or use male pronouns.There was probably a fancy name for whatever weird gender thing she had going on, but she didn't care about the label, and neither did we. Her character was an actual dude, the party rogue.
"Jack, tell him I'm trustworthy," I corrected.
Ashley perked up and put on her fakest smile. "It's true. You should totally trust her. She's a wizard. She knows what she's talking about." She rolled the dice. "Got a twenty-one for Deception."
Ashley had apparently decided my character was a female. Matt agreed. Peter, our pervy cleric, maintained I was a futa, or feminine hermaphrodite. Chloe, the other girl, didn't want to share her opinion. Lysander was the only one who thought I was fully male underneath my robes. The latter was correct, Elandre was a man, though I wanted to keep the group guessing for as long as possible.
Matt nodded sagely, "Hragh have seven intelligence, no need for Sense Motive roll. Hragh decide the pretty man-woman not lie this time. He trust his friends and drink potion."
Lysander grinned cruelly from behind his DM screen. I swore the guy was a sadist, "Your body tingles and begins growing warmer. Something is happening. Do you want to try to resist the potion's effects?"
"Hragh feel weird," the barbarian said, before Matt spoke out of character, "Can I tell what is happening to me before I decide if I want to stop it?"
"You're not sure, but think you might be getting prettier," said Lysander.
"Hragh is an ugly bastard… but he has been tricked by pretty people many times." Matt explained. He switched back to his barbarian voice, "Beauty is a powerful weapon that will make Hragh strong! Hragh will not resist the beauty! Bring it on!"
"No Con save then," Lysander nodded. "Hragh, you feel your body changing. There is a faint burning and strange tingles. You feel your insides cramp. It is painful but not unbearable for one as strong as you. Over the next minuteor so, you grow a little bit shorter, your hips widen, your bulging chest muscles turn into something a little softer…"
"Hah! Potion of gender bending," Ashley chuckled.
"Welcome to the sisterhood…" Chloe said quietly, with a shy little smile.
Chloe… we had no idea why she wanted to hang out in a dank basement with a bunch of pervy dudes and an equally pervy honorary dude. Unlike Ashley, she was feminine, though she hid her face behind her long hair, and hid her figure beneath a baggy hoodie and frumpy sweat pants. She was as pale as a ghost, with platinum blonde hair to match. She was also terrifyingly quiet, with a tendency to startle me every time she spoke up.
She was the party healbitch, a cleric specializing in support and healing magic. Yes, it was her idea. No, we didn't bully her into it. Yes, we actually called her a 'healbitch' in character. And no, she didn't seem to mind.
Despite our degrading term for it, being the official party healbitch was a role she embraced with an almost scary level of enthusiasm. Whenever our characters bossed her around, treated her like a doormat, or otherwise degraded her, she always seemed to smile and blush a little. I was pretty sure she was quietly getting off on it.
I might have had a little bit of a crush on her because of that. It was hard to supress the urge to constantly bully her.
"Indeed," Lysander confirmed. "Hragh, care to describe your new female form to us?"
Matt cleared his throat, not missing a beat, "The new Hragh is far more beautiful than before… a solid four out of ten at least. She stands at six foot five, chest and face still a patchwork of scars. She has bulging muscles, thick thighs, and a gigantic firm butt. The beard is gone, but the rest of her body is only slightly less hairy than then man she was before. She is very confused right now."
"Now that's an image I didn't need…" I grumbled.
"Hragh wasn't wearing a shirt before, was he?" Peter commented.
Peter wasn't his real name, he changed it when he immigrated hereto Canada. None of us but Lysander could pronounce his real Chinese name. He was the final member our little band of heroes, awkwardly roleplaying as some sort of loli tiefling magical girl thingy. I was pretty sure one or more fetishes were involved in that choice of character. Whatever. This whole tabletop group was a bunch of perverts, myself included. I wasn't one to kinkshame so long as it didn't get too creepy.
"Hragh displays his new F-cup weapons of seduction proudly! Hragh has no need for shame or modesty!" Matt announced.
"Jack is strangely intrigued by this hairy amazon and herudder-ly ridiculous boobs," Ashley said. "Can I roll a Stealth check to go in for a sneaky grope?"
"Going to need to get you some bikini armour," Peter suggested.
"Elandre sneaks out of murdering range and tries to pretend this wasn't their idea," I said.
And then the conversation was interrupted by a sudden, bright flash of unnatural green light. The light bulb above our heads shattered in a shower of sparks, and the room went dark.
I blinked and I was in a boundless white room. Light seemed to come from everywhere at once, with no shadows being cast, and no way to tell where the floor ended and the walls began.
I wasn't alone. I was kneeling next to five other confused people, also on their knees. Their shapes were foggy and insubstantial. They just looked like shadows, but each carried theimpressionof a person I recognized: Lysander, Matt, Peter, Chloe and Ashley, my tabletop group from earlier that night.
There was another person in this space with us, as well. They were sharper, more clearly defined, but at the same time, my eyes seemed to slide off their body, and my mind seemed to let go of the details the instant I looked away. I felt a sense of power, nigh limitless in intensity but tightly constrained in what it could and could not do.
"Greetings, champions," it said.
"The fuck?" Ashley grumbled, her voice was echoey and ethereal.
"Who are you?" I asked the entity.
"I am Vyreth, God of Struggle and Valor," the entity replied.
"Care to explain what's going on?" I asked.
"You have been chosen. Your souls have been brought here into our realm, with a sacred mission to help save this world from certain doom."
"Isekai?" Peter gasped, incredulous. "Seriously? What is this, a shitty light novel?"
"Guys," Matt scolded. "Maybe don't mouth off at the literal God? I'd rather not get smited…"
"Some confusion and fear are to be expected for one in your position. Worry not, for I am not so easily offended," Vyreth replied.
"What specifically is our task?" Lysander asked.
Despite everyone else's obvious agitation, his voice was as calm and unflappable as ever. It felt sort of reassuring to have him with us. Lysander was… an exceptional dude. I'd known him since I was a kid, longer than anyone else in the group. As an engineering student, I'd call myself smart, smarter than average at least, but not a genius. Lysander, however, wasa full-blown, capital-G, Genius, with an IQ somewhere in the mid one-fifties.
"Allow me to provide some background." The god nodded what my mind interpreted as a head, "Thirteen-hundred years ago, a rift opened, connecting our world to another. Through this rift, a great evil invaded our world. The Gods and our champions acted quickly to close the rift and repel the invaders, but their evil Taint remained. The Taint was a vile self-propagating corruption. It spread over the land, passing from creature to creature like a disease. Tainted creatures turned into vicious monsters attacking all those that were Untainted, causing them to fall to corruption as well."
"In response to this, the gods created a blessing that all Untainted now receive at birth. It absorbs and converts the Taint of defeated monsters into magical potential. Those who kill tainted creatures absorb the Taint into their bodies, and convert it into a magical fuel they can use to transform their bodies and minds, enhancing themselves and growing stronger."
"Let me guess," Peter groaned. "This blessing shows up as a System with little blue boxes, and the power we gain is represented by classes and levels…"
"You are indeed correct, impudent one," the god replied.
Peter was only a shadowy ghost, but I got the vague impression that he was rolling his eyes.
Lysander raised a shadowy hand, asking a question, "Assuming every member of the Untained population has this blessing, with the ability to grow in power, why summon us? What have we to offer that your own citizens do not?"
"Purity," Vyreth replied. "Your souls have never been exposed to the Taint, not even the barest trace. This allows me to offer you a more powerful blessing without the risk of inadvertently killing you. Where others can absorb and convert the Taint of fallen monsters they kill, the blessing can become overwhelmed if too many monsters are killed in short succession. Those who kill monsters for a living gain a high level of power, but if they grow too quickly, their bodies inevitably accumulate a certain level of Taint over time. This can lead to corruption and depravity. Not only that, buta very common method of… Taint impregnation… can bypass the blessing's defenses entirely if a victim is captured alive."
"You six will not face that problem. You will be completely immune at a fundamental level. You will be able to fully convertallsources of Taint absorbed by your body. That means you will be able to kill any number of monsters without fear of accumulating Taint within you, allowing you to grow quickly. And even if you were to be captured by a monster, not only would it fail to corrupt you, its attempts would only make you stronger."
"Taint Impregnation? That's a scary choice of words…" Ashley grumbled.
"I don't think he means itthatway… they probably just sting you with Taint venom or something…" Matt reassured her.
"I indeed used the term 'impregnate' in the general sense, saturating something with something else. Literal impregnation is impossible, Tainted seed is not able to fertilize human ovum. Ashley's fears are not entirely unjustified, however. The most common and successful way for a monster to corrupt a defeated victim is via repeated forced insemination."
"Wait,what?" I gasped. Does that mean monsters will try to rape the girls…?
"In plain language, nearly every variant of monster will rape any Untainted creature they can capture alive, corrupting the victims with their seed and creating new Tainted."
"D-do they rape guys as well?" Matt asked nervously.
"They are primarily attracted to women, though many will target men as well, should no nearby woman be available to sate their lusts," the god replied.
"Eep…" Chloe's ghost squeaked. If shadow ghosts could get wet, I was sure she would be.
"Yeah, fuck that!" Ashley snapped. "I, for one, am not at all interested in adventuring in your fucked-up rape world. Send me back."
"Allow my to clear up a misconception," the god replied its voice going cold, "You were chosen. You are not being asked, you are being informed of your new reality. There is no returning to your original world. Your current souls are duplicates of the original created with my divine power. Your original selves are alive and well, ignorant of your existence. There is no place in your old world for you to return to."
"Wait, so I'm acopy?" I gasped in existential horror.
"Hmm… that's reassuring." Lysander said calmly, without a hint of sarcasm.
"What?" I snapped. "How's that reassuring?"
"Well, I was hoping to finish my PhD," Lysander explained. "I am pleased that my original self has not had his plans disturbed. I don't like unexpected disruptions in my life."
"But you're not…" I started, and then just sighed. "Oh whatever."
Lysander was… a strange dude. Despite how long I'd known him, I still couldn't say I truly understood what he was thinking half the time.
Vyreth continued, "So yes, you are copies of the original, but no less real because of it. This world is your new home. You will live here, and hopefully do your part to save it. If you do not want to be raped by monsters, then you must simply get strong and not allow them to defeat you."
"This is total bullshit…" Ashley grumbled.
"So, our bodies are back on earth… right? Do we get new bodies?" Matt asked, sounding slightly hopeful. "Can you make me less fat?"
Poor Matt. He'd had weight issues for years. The dude was a bit of a stress eater, and anxiety about what people thought of his weight ironically made him eat more.
"Yes," the god replied. "You will all receive new bodies suited to your role as heroes. Matt's new body will be a healthy weight."
"Oh… uh, thanks." Matt replied.
"Give me a big fucking dick!" Ashley shouted.
The god, and every shadowy ghost all went silent and stared at her.
"I want to fuck some bitches with a real cock, not a shitty strapon. I amso donewith having a cunt. Give my body just… thebiggestman sausage you can. Better yet, make me a big burly dude with lots of hair and bigfuckingballs! Do that, and I'll be your most devout champion, I'll fuck up as many monsters as you want me to."
There was an awkward pause, and thenthe god broke the silence with a full-bodied laugh, "I will take your request under consideration."
"Hey can I uuh…" Peter began.
"No." Vyreth interrupted sharply. "You will all receive appropriate bodies to maximise the amount of Taint you can absorb. Ashley's request was amusing and so it will be granted, but I do not bow to mortal whims. Good bye. I wish you the best of luck in your new life."
The god snapped his fingers, and the world went dark again.
I had a strange dream. A sexy dream.
Everyone had their kinks, and my biggest one was BDSM. Specifically, I enjoyed the domination and sadism aspects, with some non-consent kink added in for flavour. I liked the idea of pinning down a girl, grabbing a fistful of hair, and brutally shoving my dick inside her. I wanted to spank her butt until it was red. I wanted to inflict pain. I wanted to force her to take it, and ignore her whining and begging.
I didn't exactly know why I was into this sort of stuff. I didn't think I was a bad person. I didn't hate women or anything. I supposed it was more of a power thing, taking a person, owning them completely and watching them squirm.
At least in theory. BDSM and rape were my pornographic flavours of choice, but I hadn't done anything like that in real life. I wasn't much of a ladies' man, to be honest. Chloe was a prospect, but I was only just starting to get to know her and I hadn't asked her out or anything yet.
I'd also had a girlfriend in high school for a while, until we broke up when she moved away. We had sex, but she was fairly vanilla, and she didn't like it all that rough. We'd done a bit of light bondage and roleplay, and that was fun, but I had to make sure not to push her too hard. I wasn't the type of douchebag to act on my sadistic fantasies without my partner's enthusiastic consent.
But here, in dreamland, I could be as rough as I wanted without feeling guilty. My imaginary partner didn't need to consent to anything. I could be as mean as I wanted, take things to a level that I would never dare in real life. I could rape a girl as viciously as I wanted without consequences.
So, there I was, balls deep inside some innocent goth pixie girl's ass. She had a perfectly good pussy that I was ignoring because anal hurt her more, and I wanted her to hurt. She was cute and petite, the perfect size to bully and manhandle. Her ass cheeks were covered in red hand prints, her tears ran down her face. She was begging me to stop, but at the same time, moaning like a slut in heat. She clenched her teeth in pain, but there was a masochistic grin on her face. Clearly, she was loving every second of my brutal love, despite her protests.
And then… I switched. I wasn't the guy anymore. I was the girl. I was bent over in a submissive position, exposed, vulnerable, at the mercy of a sadistic bastard that was going to do anything he wanted to me regardless of how much I fought or begged. My ass was on fire. My spanked cheeks burned, and my formerly-tight little hole was stretched open agonizingly wide. They said anal hurt if you weren't prepared, and that was definitely true in my case. It was even more painful than I'd imagined.
But my neglected pussy was dripping, throbbing with arousal. The pain I felt wasn't the same as pleasure, but it was… enjoyable in its own way. Like a spice added to a meal. I was weak and helpless, a living sex toy at the mercy of some cruel bastard, using my old body to abuse my new one. And I loved it.
I was a straight dude. And a dominant one no less. I shouldn't have enjoyed this, but I did.
The dream continued on and on, growing less and less lucid. Eventually it only carried the vague impression of me being fucked, of pain and pleasure mixed in equal parts.
My conscious mind slowly slipped away, and I woke up in a new world.
I wokeup to the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. I opened my eyes and saw a clear blue sky, framed by a canopy of trees. The air was fresh. I felt the prickle of grass, dried leaves and sticks poking into my bare back.
I groaned and sat up. Achorus of other groans echoed me, my fellow Isekai protagonists waking up with me, I presumed.
I blinked my bleary eyes, and glanced around. My eyes shot open wide in shock. Everybody was different. The god said we'd get new bodies, but this was… There were too many surprises to process at once. I started with myself.
Glancing down my body, I found tits. They weresmall tits, perhaps a B cup, but tits nonetheless. Glancing further down at my flat tummy, I noticed my sides tapering in with a feminine curve and flaring out to meet my round hips. Between those hips was a perfectly smooth hairless mound,with only the barest hint of a cleft visible from my current vantage. Yep… that was a pussy.
I reached up to my head, and felt at my short hair, only barely long enough for me to hold a strand in front of my eye. Black hair. It was a familiar pixie cut.Ilooked down at my pale and slender body again, with an appraising eye. I was apetite girl with lean muscles, but no real strength… Just my type, ironically, perfect for pinning down and manhandling.
"What the fuck?" I groaned in a feminine voice that I could barely recognize as my own.
Not only was I female now, I was the petite little pixie goth chick from my dream earlier, the one that was getting it roughly in the butt.
Fuck.
This didn't bode well. My current body was based on an idealized partner from a male-dominant sex dream. I wasliterallyinvented by my own horny brain to be the perfect submissive rape doll. That… wasn't ideal for a new heroine startingher adventuring career in a magical realm full of rape monsters.
"I'm… a… girl?" someone else muttered.
I didn't recognize her at all. She was a voluptuous, leggy, golden blondebombshell, with blue eyes and long hair down to her back. Where my body shape was slender, like a 'teen' pornstar, hers was more like a fit swimsuitmodel. She had a toned, lean body, with visible abs, wide child bearing hips and generous, round, gravity defying boobs, maybe a D cup, or even double-D.
"I think we all are…" I said, glancing at the others.
"Makes sense," Lysander replied cooly, the tone of voice and inflection wasunmistakeable, thoughshespoke in a higher register now, "Females would be optimal for absorbing Taint. If we are defeated, we would not be killedimmediately. We would merely get repeatedly raped by lust crazed monsters, allowing us to fulfil our purpose to absorb and process Taint even in defeat."
"Oh, is that all…?" I grumbled bitterly.
Lysander was recognizable as himself, or herself I supposed. She was largely the same as before. She had the same angular face, the same hawkish nose, thesame messy mop of chestnut hair, and the same skinny figure. Yep, she was a skinny bitch too, like me, though I'd been invented in a sex dream, and thedifference showed. Lysander was a bit more androgynous, like a gender-swapped version of her former self. Compared to me, there was a bit less curve to her boyish hips, and her breasts were barely there, more like A-cups. If she wasn't naked, I wouldn't have thought anything had changed.
"What the fuck? Am I a loli?" came a squeaky little voice.
Indeed, it was a loli. She looked like a little asian middle school girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old. She had a tiny body, even smaller than mine,with a round girly butt and a flat little chest that looked to still be developing.She had black hair, with a bright crimson stripe dyed into it. Like me, there wasn't a single hair on her body below her neck.
"Indeed you are, Peter," Lysander confirmed. "It seems your predilections for roleplaying as youthful looking characters, conspicuously over eighteen yearsold for various reasons, has come back to haunt you. I suspect our current shapes are somewhat controlled by our subconscious desires."
What? Iwantedto be a rape doll?No way!Sure, I desired tohavethis body, but like… as apartner. I didn't want tobethis body…
"How does this help me fight monsters?" She whined. "Your semen harvesting theory is flawed too. This body's female, sure, but it's too young for penetrative sex…"
"Um… no it isn't…" Chloe said softly. "I mean… I um… lost my virginity at eleven… it… works."
Well… that was a hell of a bomb to suddenly drop on us out of the blue. I didn't know how to respond to that. That had to be a case of child abuse, but Chloe seemed completely nonchalant about it as if it was perfectly normal and expected. I knew the girl had some deep seeded self esteem issues, but I didn't knowwhy… I stared at her in astonishment.
Chloe, like Lysander, was largely unchanged. She had the same long platinum blonde hair, partially covering her face, as before. Though now that she was without her protective hoody and baggy clothes, I could see a bit more of her figure. She was on the slender side of average, somewhere between me and the blonde bombshell's body. She was amazingly attractive though… I privately mourned the fact that I'd lost my dick. Was she bisexual? I hoped so.
There was one big difference, however. Elf ears. Yes, Chloe had long pointed ears sticking out of her hair on either side, three or four inches long. There was a strange ethereal quality to her she didn't have before. Her eyes were a vibrant emerald green, almost magical. And she waslightersomehow, not necessarily physically, just her presence… She was more airy, a little bit detached from reality.
I also noticed she was holding an arm over her breasts, and I wasn't. Right… right… girls covered their boobs, didn't they? As a former guy, being barechested didn't feel all that weird to me, though I should probably be a bit more self conscious about that now.
"I'm pretty sure eleven is too young for most girls…" Loli-Peter said nervously. "From a medical perspective, at that stage of development, it could only be painful and traumatic experience, at least for most."
"I guess it was…" Chloe confirmed quietly. "But it made the man happy, made him cum… so in that sense, it worked like it was supposed to. Um… but maybe carry a healing potion or something… if you're planning on getting raped? My first time hurt me a lot... Do they have magic healing in this world?"
"I would suggest avoiding sexual situations entirely, if at all possible," Lysander added.
"No shit Sherlock…" Loli-Peter grumbled.
"Hah! Hey guys!I'mnot a girl," came a deep rumbling voice.
Ashley wasn't recognizable as herself, though he was the only man among us now. He was… a big dude, like a walking mountain. He stood, probably seven feet in height, and had massive rippling muscles, though he was built for strength, not body building competitions. He had a round barrel chest, a thick core that almost looked like a beer gut if not for the bulging abs, and thick tree trunk legs. As Ashley requested, his body was a forest of dark brown body hair. He had short, messy hair on his head, and a bushy beard to match the rest of the whole mountain-man aesthetic.
"Looks like you got what you wanted Ashley…" I said, carefully keeping my gaze above his waist.
"You can call me Ash," the monstrous man replied, and looked down. "Oh shit! Look at this python guys!"
Ash leapt to his feet, and stood proudly in a superman pose, with legs akimbo. He waggled his hips… and his heavy cock waggled back in response. For a second my eyes deceived me, it almost looked normal compared to his body, above average, but not exactly monstrous. But then I realized the big man's size was throwing my estimate off. In absolute terms, even dangling flaccid between his legs, that thing was probably longer and thicker than my former self's erect size. And if he got a boner… scary.
That would destroy me…
"I can't help feeling a bit intimidated…" I admitted, feeling my pussy clench for no reason. No reason at all.
"Hah! You should be, bitch!" Ash growled with proud grin. "Uh… whichone are you… Tyler or Matt?"
"I'm Tyler," I said.
"Um… Matt," the blonde bombshell replied. "Though I guess that's obvious now huh…"
"Nice tits Matt," Ash said, with a thumbs up.
Matt reached down and groped one of his boobs, looking somewhat lost as if he wasn't sure what to do with it.
"Thanks?" he replied, not entirely sure how to take the compliment.
"You don't look like a Matt anymore, you're more like… a Stacy, or a Barbie… Maybe a Bambi?"
"Please, no bimbo names…" Matt pouted.
"Or just like… a feminine Matt then? Hmm… Matt, Mattie, Mathilda?No, Matt-ison,Madison?"
"Madison works well," Peter commented.
"As fascinating as choosing new gendered names may be, perhaps you should choose your starting class and familiarize yourself with your System?" Lysander interrupted.
"And how do I do that?" I asked.
"Status!" Peter cheerfully called out. "Hah, it worked! My knowledge of trashy Isekai tropes is paying off."
"You don't need to say it out loud," Lysander added. "Merely verbalize it inside your own mind with the intention of opening the menu."
Status,I thought.
A videogame like screen popped up.
Name: Tyler Erikson
Age: 21, Sex: Female
Species: Human
Class: --
HP: 17 / 17,
STA: 20 / 20,
MP: 22 / 22
Str: 6
Dex: 11
End: 9
Per: 13
Int: 18
Will: 12
Mag: 12
Perks: Greater Blessing of Vyreth
Skills: none
You are eligible for a class upgrade!
Neat. I didn't really know how any of that translated into my new reality. If this was anything like the tabletop game we were playing before, a 10 in any stat was average. I had nothing to really base that assumption on, other than my instinct as a nerd.
Strength was my lowest stat, with a score of six. That sounded pretty pathetic, but given that my current body was designed by a horny sadist with a kink for struggle snuggles… Yeah that was probably fair. On the other end of the spectrum was Intelligence. I'd been pursuing an engineering degree, before getting genderbent and sent to rapeworld, at least. Compared to Lysander, I was a dunce, but compared to most other people, I was actually pretty proud of my smarts. Perception and Magic were decent too. With stats like these, clearly I was well set up for some sort of mage build.
I read the words at the bottom, saying that I was eligible for aclass upgrade, and I felt something strange. It felt like I could press against the words with my mind by focusing on it. I did the mental equivalent of a mouse click and a new screen opened.
Class Options:
Warrior (Tier 1)
Mage (Tier 1)
Commoner (Tier 0)
Huh? That was it?
"Uh guys… do you have more than just three class options?" I asked.
"Warrior, Mage, and Commoner, that's it…" Peter grumbled."How boring!"
"There's no Healer class…" Chloe said, sounding disappointed.
"Why? Going to be our party healbitch again?" I asked with aslightly sadistic grin.
"Um… yes Sir, er… Ma'am… if that's alright with you…" she demurred submissively, getting into character like a good girl. The lewd grin on her face was unmistakeable.
"If you select Mage, you unlock the general mana manipulation skill, and can spend skill points to unlock various magical disciplines. If this world is consistent with fantasy and video game tropes, I would wager that healing falls under holy affinity magic, or perhaps some combination of water and earth." Lysander explained.
"You went Mage, Lysander?" I asked. "What am I talking about… of course you did."
"Indeed. I bought pure arcane magic to start with."
"You're all a bunch of pussies," Ash grumbled. "I'm going Warrior."
"As a matter of fact, I sort of am a pussy. I've got six strength in this body… I doubt I could evenholda sword."
"I've got a sword you can hold right here…" Ash grunted, grinning savagely.
"Yes, yes, you're proud of your cock, congratulations," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Hey, you have any idea how many years I've wanted to have my own cock? Let me enjoy this. Catcalling and sexually harassing my female friends and coworkers is just part of the whole man experience." Ash waggled his eyebrows, "Wanna come sit on my face sweetheart?"
Playing along, I gave him a deadpan expression, "Maybe later."
"Is that a promise?" Ash replied with a grin. "All joking aside, you're talking to a former dyke here… I've got mad skills with my fingers and tongue. Say the word, and I'll chain-orgasm you into oblivion."
Oh shit, he was serious? "Um… Maybe not right this minute…" I nervously replied.
"Hah! Let me know if you change your mind," Ash said.
I decided to ignore him for now. I was ashamed to admit it, but I was seriously considering Ash's offer. If Ash was still Ashley the girl, then I'd have accepted in a heartbeat, no problem there, but as a straight guy in the girl's body, letting anotherguytouch me was a bit weird…
If I let a dude eat me out, was that gay? Or was it straight because I was a girl now? Liking girls as a guy made my straight, but if I still liked girls did that make me gay now? If so, was fooling around with a guy gay or straight? Ugh… This was confusing. I didn't want to think about all this right now.
The class selection prompt was still floating in front of my eyes. I selected Mage.
Congratulations, you are now a level 1 [Mage].
You have unlocked the skill: [Mana Manipulation].
You have (1) skill points to spend on unlocking class skills.
I closed the prompt, and returned to my status. I noticed that I could interact with the skills menu now. Using my mental mouse click, I selected it and received a list of skills I could learn.
…
Arcane Magic I
Fire Magic I
Water Magic I
Earth Magic I
Wind Magic I
Holy Magic I
Unholy Magic I
…
There was a long list of skills, most of them seemed useless at the moment. Meditating to regenerate magic faster, making potions, or inscribing spell books with my non-existent catalog of known spells wasn't useful at level 1. I ignored them for now.
The tier 1 Magic skills were the only choices that could possibly let me wield magic and do actual damage to enemies. If I didn't pick a type of combat magic as my initial skill, I wouldn't be able to fight.
As for what sort of magic to pick? I was taking electrical engineering at school, and I'd just finished taking a course all about arc flash and high voltage discharges. I was intimately familiar with the power of lightning. Lightning magic wasn't an option, but I suspected I could unlock it later, as an advanced version of fire, or maybe fire mixed with air magic? Regardless, fire magic would probably be a prerequisite, and flinging fireballs would be a good place to start my magical career.
You have unlocked the skill: [Fire Magic I].
Instantly, knowledge came into my mind. A complex four-dimensional glyph that hurt my brain when I tried to parse it. That was my first magic spell, conjuring a weak bolt of fire and flinging it a long distance. To cast it, I had to control the mana inside my own body with the [Mana Manipulation] skill, and match it to the shape. Easy in theory, complex in practice… That glyph's shape was complicated.
Okay, I was ready to give this a shot. I focused on the shape burned into my mind, and tried to control my mana to match it. Itwas insanely difficult, like trying to mold a sculpture out of flowing water, changing something on one end could create feedback and cause the other end to go unstable and collapse. Not only that, the second I lost concentration, the whole thing slipped away out of my control and I had to start over again.
This was going to take forever to figure out…
There were rapid footsteps behind me.
I glanced back over my shoulder. A mountain of grey-brown fur with a wide-open fanged maw flew towards my face. I screamed like the girl I was, and reeled back out of the way, but the vicious jaws caught me anyway.
Teeth closed around my throat, piercing into myskin and choking me. I slammed hard into the ground, forced down onto my back. The air was knocked out of my lungs. I let out a crying gurgle of panic, gasping for air, batting at the furry monster with my fists and doing absolutely nothing at all to deter it.
I felt something hard and warm against my innerthigh, sliding up between my legs. I clenched my knees shut, but the beast's thick furry body was between my legs, stopping me from closing them.
Seriously?I'd been in this world for like, ten minutes, and already something was trying to rape me.
Hitting the thing wasn't doing anything, so I covered my pussy with my hands instead, denying the beast access to my nethers. Moments later, the monster's dick poked against the back of my hands, searching for my entrance and not finding it.
That pissed it off. It growled and tightened its jaw.
The beast's teeth sunk deeper into my skin, and I lost the ability to breathe. I panicked, fighting for air, choking, kicking and flailing my arms, but there was no effect. I desperately tried to pry its jaws open with my hands, but I couldn't budge the beast. I felt the creature's cock press up against my now-unguarded pussy, and felt my eyes tear up. I was helpless.It was going to happen… I was going to be raped and choked by an ugly smelly beast and there was nothing I could do to stop it…
If I was getting a little bit wet, it was only as a defensive measure… my body trying to protect itself.That was it.
With teary eyes, I noticed Ash standing aboveme, beating on the creature's side with what looked like a tree branch. The beast barely noticed, intent on me… it's prize. The monster's cock started to push into me, and I felt my pussy spread painfully wide to accommodate it. This was it… I couldn't stop myself from whimpering in terror.
A flash of purple filled my vision, and a sprayof blood covered my face. There was another flash of purple, and another. Each impact struck the beast hard, and sent up a fresh spray of blood. The jaws around my throat loosened and I gasped in relief, eagerly gulping fresh lungfuls of air.
Then, the beast collapsed on top of me, and with it, came the beast's hips.
I screamed in agony as the falling beast's monstrous cock tore me open deep and wide. My world became nothing but incandescent pain. The furry behemoth crashed against my cervix with a cock almost as thick as my wrist. The sudden impact knocked the wind out of me again.
"Ah…" I gurgled pitifully.
Bloody jaws hung open next to me, as the mangled beast gasped its last breaths. I lay pinned beneath it, whimpering and trembling with its cock still hilted painfully inside me. I felt a sudden burning tingle through my body as dark corruptive energy flooded out of the dying beast and into me.
Your party has slain a Level 5 DireCoyote.
Level up! You are now a level 2 [Mage].
You gain 1 Mag, 1 Free AttributePoints. You gain 1 Skill points.
A magical text box popped up in front of me, and vanished when I thought to dismiss it.
"You fucking bitch, son of a whore, shit fuck, cunt sucking…"Ash continued to curse, and smash the creature with his tree branch, not even noticing that the creature was dead.
"Oww…"I whined.
Between my legs, my violated hole clenched around the monster cock. With the beast dead, it was starting to deflate, but it was taking too long. I was still far too full for my liking.
I gingerly touched my bleeding throat. Luckily, the tooth marks were shallow, and it missed nicking my jugular vein. Thebeast wasn't trying to kill me, only hold me still while it stuck a dick in me. I had no doubt that it could have torn my throat out in a second if it wanted. Fuck I was weak…
"Ash and Matt, you look like the two strongest here. Roll the wolf's body off her please," Lysander said calmly. "Chloe, did you receive a level too? I don't suppose you're able to select a healing ability yet?"
"I didn't level up yet… but I got [Life Magic I] as my first Skill unlock," Chloe said nervously. "Um… it has a healing spell I can try. The spell seems kinda hard to cast though."
"Its… cock… still inside me…" I whimpered. "Help…"
Everyone but Lysander cringed at that.
"Unfortunate," Lysander commented dryly. "We'd better not roll the bodythen."