I come to my senses rather quickly. Looks like concentrating on being awake does help, I am about to witness this little fucker trying to make me drink Lust Draft…
‘I am a trained soldier… a Wonderbolt… you won’t do this shit with me!’
Just as he’s about to pour the liquid into my mouth I punch him square in the face.

The demon… no, imp. The imp falls back in surprise but recovers quickly. He is naked, sports a penis that would be still considered big on a fully grown, large man… and he seems to be fuming red. Or is it his natural skin color? Who knows?

As I look at his sizable shaft, an urge hits me with full force. It is originating from within my thighs. My groin is burning hot with need. NO!
I take a fighting stance, quickly looking over myself. My fine clothing is not much of a protection, but this is still the intro, I have to act like I was about to fight this little sonova.

“Fool! You think you can beat me? It was only your luck you woke before I could make you drink this Lust Draft… hah, you would be sucking on my cock by now, whore!” He grins, leaving himself without defense.

So I jump forward, grab him by the neck (making him let out a pathetic ‘ack’ ) and pummel him into the dirt below. By the looks of it, he’s trying, he really is…
But I’m getting tired of beating the living shit out of him. Low stats, I suppose. For a moment I stop and he rolls away, using those even more pathetic looking napkins of wings. If he had seen mine, the actual ones… this reminds me how I do not posses any right now. Oh bother.

“FOOL! You could have had ple-”
He couldn’t finish, I grab his low hanging penis and using it as some perverted rope, began to slam him into the ground. The high pitched sounds he made tells me that I did a good job.

When I felt tiring out again, bloody low stats, I let him go.

“Fool.. Zetaz will get you!… Oh my precious… aw-aw-aw-aw-aw!….” he says in a girlishly high voice and flies away… slowly… in pain.

“Yeah, right, send him after me, I will show him who’s the boss! Hah!” I retort as he flies away, I bet he didn’t even hear it… gosh I’m bad with the comebacks.

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With this settled, I can finally take a better look of everything.
I’m in some sort of badlands, with the portal behind. Everything is red: the ground, the rocks, the sky. Such blandness. Reminds me of the filling of a good cherry pie. Oh Celestia, please help me, I don’t want to think of those… delicious… no.
The portal is in a rock formation, hidden away, so I guess I should make my camp as soon as possible, saving myself time. I open up my inventory and tap on the tent. A moment later said tent is up with a ‘poof’-ing sound and I keep hearing that sound as the peripherals are set up.
With a satisfied smile, I take a better look around.

There is a wall of fog everywhere I look.

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As I read in the wiki, I just have to start walking in a direction and I will find the first places. As I start this first exploration, I think about how my camp should be defended… and realize that I’m staring at my tent. I just got back to my camp.

A hard-hitting facepalm later I tell myself to not think about the camp while exploring. Fast travel seems to be this easy here. This part was somehow left out from the reviews.
Restarting my exploration, soon I feel a cold breeze. The fresh site of an old forest greets me.
I should be able to return here at any given moment… so I imagine my tent, or base, whatever, and choose an other direction to go.

I noticed how the wall of fog disappears in the places I already explored, this seems to be a handy thing for exploration: this way I’ll always know if I missed anything.

As I progress forward, I can feel the humidity of the air grow. My skin seems to be more sensitive than before… this reminds me to something I forgot about once again. To take a better look on myself. Once I get back ‘home’, I will. For now I face a…. holy mackerel, this lake is huge!
I can’t even see the other shore of it.

Thoughts of running laps around it pops up in my mind, though this body won’t let me do that. Not yet, at least.
However, the game-hours fly by fast, it is already sunset. What a bummer.
I see no stars on the sky. Instead this world has a blood-red moon.

How menacing.

So I imagine myself back to my camp. My bedroll seems to be comfortable enough…. and I have a new plush body, so sleeping shouldn’t be a problem. Disrobing my clothes (as I did in real life) I lay down and quickly fall into a dreamless…. wait, no. A wet-dreams filled sleep.

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I wake up early in the morning, I have slept for Celestia know how long in the game-time.
A log pops up, telling me it was 9 hours.
Stretching and yawning I get out of my bed, put on my comfy clothes and look around my camp.
“There should be a river…” I mutter… and find the river quickly.
After washing my face I head out once more.

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A desert. A freakin’ desert.
No. I have no reason to be there, except for Tel Adre later on. But I am currently too low-leveled to fight the enemies here. I turn back quickly and imagine myself home.

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Guess my peaceful exploration is over. Once I head out my camp and walk as much as half a mile, I spot an imp. He’s obviously in for an easy fight and the thing that follows. Too bad I am prepared… or at least I think.
This guy wears a loincloth, that’s something the first one forgot and see how he was beaten?...

The battle music makes a cameo and the fight begins.
I start my fight with a testing of my teasing capabilities: I slap my sizable ass….. no effect. But he hits me, god damnit!

This is the tutorial combat so I have time to think of my next actions.

I decide to show him my might…. and receive some spell based manipulating in exchange. Oh great, he’s affecting my lust… no, I won’t give up this easily.

Another round of this, he is barely damaged… and I feel myself losing to those damned spells. One more try, then…

He is halfway down.
I can’t risk this. I am too aroused… looking at him is making my fantasy go wild… nooo…
I turn around and run. The little bastard follows… and slashes me with his claws, grah!

But I keep running. I leave him behind. Crap, this was a bad beginning but at least I’m still in one piece. And untouched. However, I need to release myself.

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Finding a suitable spot at my camp wasn’t too hard.
After getting out of my clothes and sitting down between two overlapping stones, I begin to experiment with my new ‘equipment’. First comes the sensual feeling up of my breasts, my nipples are even more sensitive than I expected…

“Hn-gah… oh this feels good…”
For a moment I froze. I didn’t speak anything, only that one muttering of the river since my encounter with that first imp.
Well, being so concentrated on the task… no wonder why.

Letting the need of pleasure drive my hands, my left hand reach my moist and dripping… dripping?
Yeah, dripping pussy lips, teasing myself… caressing the sensitive folds. I find that little nub that is my clit. As soon as I touch it, the pleasure seems unbearable and I begin to furiously rub it, very quickly sending myself over the edge.

I feel a little… empty, but I cum and it is glorious! A whole new world, compared to what I can feel with my male parts, in real life.
Keeping it low, my moans are muffled, hence quiet. I got used to be quiet early in my life, thanks mom.

My orgasm rides out and I fall back onto the rock behind me. With a little sigh I stand up to take a quick bath in the river. The water is cold. I mean cold cold. So I finish quickly. The early sun helps little with drying me off, so I go back to my tent and thankfully, find a towel.
This makes me realize that I am naked. And it feels… natural to be naked. Strange.

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After putting on the last piece of clothing I realize that I forgot to take a better look of myself, so I do that, opening the ‘Appearance’ window in the HUD. A Mirror pops into existence. Right, I thought I would receive something written… wait a second!

“There must be a log somewhere… a-ha!” I say as I find said hidden little button. “Hmm, it feels so strange to have this voice… not like if I dislike it…”

I look into the mirror, then at the log for specific data.
I appear to be a 5 foot 7 inch tall human, curvy, use comfortable clothes for armor and fists as weapons. Both of them have no stats, oh joy.

Continuing my examination over myself I look at my own face: beautiful feminine shapeliness that makes me feel horny.

“Wow. This was either the most narcissistic thing I ever thought, or maybe I’m just this sexy. Bwahahahah!”

My auburn hair reaches my shoulders… the last time my hair was that long I was in high school.
Suddenly the memory of a guy accidentally hitting on me flashes back up in my mind.

“Well… wonder what he’d say now…” I muse, letting myself waste some time over this silly topic.

My eyes roll down, looking at my usual human form, girly thighs (yet another reason for those narcissistic thoughts…) and as I turn around I see my ass. I can’t help but squeeze it and even slap the left cheek, eliciting a little perverted moan.

“Wow-wee, I chose the best… okay, I am freaking out, I shouldn’t feel so horny just because of my own sight.”

Quickly dismissing these thoughts I look at my chest. Sporting two fun-pillows brings a wide grin on my face: I grab them and play with them for a few moments. They are at least DD-cup sized, as the log says.

The rest of the stats are about how I’m a virgin, thank goodness.
Also, I lack money. Celestia save my ass.

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Leaving my camp once more I go to the south and soon enough I can hear thunders booming ahead. My sight is quickly filled with a mountain, ominously marking one of my future destinations. Minotaurs, basilisks harpies…. yepp, nope.

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Deciding that I should try my luck once more, I set out. My journey is cut short as I reach an area filled with knee high grass. The plains. I can actually see the mountain and the forest from here, but quite far away.

“Huh. Hyenas and satyrs, how joyful!” I say to myself and chuckle, imagining myself back to my camp.

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After some thinking and pacing around I finally decide where to go next. The lake seems safe enough, though the slimes might cause a problem. Nevertheless, if I can find the sword in the tree then I am set. With this thought in mind, I imagine the endless shores of the lake and find myself there.

Soon enough I notice a quaint farmhouse in the distance. “The farm...” I mutter and progress forward. That farmer girl should be arou-, ah, there she is. What was her name? Wheatley?

My thoughts are stopped by the loud grumbling of my stomach. I haven’t eat anything in a whole game-day! I think. The noise calls the attention of the farmer girl too, she looks up from the pepper patch she was working on. Her canine like features makes no surprise for me.

“Welcome stranger, it sure is pleasant to see a new face 'round here. My name’s Whitney, and it’s mighty fine I don’t have to pitchfork you like most guests!” She says the standard NPC response. If I recall correctly, the NPCs can react in completely different ways if approached in other ways… ah, this will do for now.

“Hello Whitney!” I response cheerfully, keeping a good vision of myself is important.
‘I will call you Wheatley behind your back!’ My mind adds its own snarky little comment.
“Name’s Soarin’, the newest, uhm… champion, I guess.”
This introduction could have gone better.
“So uh, how’s that you can live here demon free?”

I already know the answer, so I‘m not really paying attention to how Wheatley explains the lake’s effect on the demons.
‘I should finish the Factory quest as soon as possible. I need Giacomo for that. Damn.’

Soon enough Wheatley finishes her explanation and excuses herself to continue farming.
“I’ve got to get back to work, but you help yourself to the peppers, hun!” Are her last words towards me before tossing me a canine pepper.

I wave her a goodbye and continue my stroll along the shores.
‘I should throw this away… I really should throw this away.’ I think as I examine the pepper. Then I remember something. ‘The transforming quality items won’t work if eaten after cooking or other kinds of preparing.’ I can just roast this pepper and eat it, gaining no effect! Hahah, Celestia bless the wiki!

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Content with my plans for lunch, I just continue walking. It’s almost… no, it is noon.
Thinking of how I could just set up a fireplace right here, I look around for an at least mostly hidden place and find it as the form of nearby bushes. However, as I cross them I find something interesting. Crafted from old growth trees and held together by some crude rope there lies a dock. From what I can tell it hasn’t been used in years…

That can’t be told of the brand new looking but rather small rowboat tied to the dock. It’s only about seven feet long and three feet wide. Fits one person.
“Let’s see… now I can find Marea’s island, begin the Factory quest… and encounter shark girls and anemones. Later.”

So I leave the boat behind to prep the fire. My stomach is protesting loudly, I can’t let it do that anymore. ‘I wonder, how hungry I will be in the real world?’

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As soon as I find my way through the bushes I literally stumble into Rathazul. The old alchemist seems to already know of my presence, I blame you, stomach, and turns to face me as soon as I gain back my balance.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. Name’s Soarin’.” I shortly introduce myself, momentarily thinking about making the old alchemist freak out by calling him by his name before he introduces himself…

“It is quite alright, child. My name is Rathazul, the alchemist. Once I was famed for my miracle cures. Now I idle by this lake, helpless to do anything but measure the increasing amounts of corruption that taint its waters.” He tells his standard lines and I can’t help but mentally facepalm. I should have said something to make him react differently.

He pulls back his hood, revealing his bald and wrinkled head.
“I am not sure what I can do for you, youngling. This world is fraught with unimaginable dangers, and you’re just scratching the surface of them.”
Damn, I forgot to say anything again! Damn!

“This is why I’m here…. to change this world, to fight and win. Trust me old man, I will stop the corruption!”

This… this actually has an effect! Rathazul seems to smile for a passing moment!
“I see you are untainted and burn with passion to make everything right. May the odds be on your side.” He says, smiling once more.

“Thank you. I will return.” I tell him and bow my head. I should head back to my camp now…

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The encounter with Rathazul gave food for my thoughts. I didn’t even notice until I got back home, but I actually walked all the way back! Once realizing this, I checked my stats. My speed stat raised.

Now as I sit at the campfire eating the roasted pepper, I think about how the lake is one of my favorite places all of a sudden. I didn’t even enter the others yet, though.

The pepper tastes fine and thankfully I feel no transformation happening, so the wiki was right. The only thing I have to do after my poor excuse of lunch, is to return to the lake and continue my exploration. I need that sword and need it now.

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Once again at the shores, I spot a tree with odd fruits on its branches. As I step closer to examine them, one of the fruits falls down, rolling away. I realize that it’s a whisker-fruit, the cat transformation item. “Will be good for later, I’m still hungry.” Roasted fruits and vegetables are not my favorite but beggars can’t be choosers, eh?

With this newest addition to my small inventory (the fruit turned into a blue mist and entered a tiny pouch on my belt) I progress forward… and find myself at those bushes with Rathazul in sight. I wave to him and walk forward.

The sad alchemist makes me think once again. Maybe I could cheer him up somehow..?
But my attention is drawn away by a metallic gleam. I spot a tree and… the hilt of a sword sticking out of it!

“Jackpot!”
My joyous exclamation comes out of my mouth as a yell and I rush to the tree, pulling the sword out of it, not even caring for the tree as it withers behind me.
“Finally! Now I can fight with an actual chance to win!”

I would laugh but I know better than that.

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The first addition to my ‘Hoarders’ Starter-Pack Deluxe’, fits into my hands perfectly. It is a well made sword, about as long as my arms, making it a good extension of my will!
In my endless admiration I doesn’t even notice that my footstep make a wooden echoing sound. Then I find myself in a ruined village.

“What the… I’m not supposed to… what?”
The village is devoid of life, except for the vegetation and the insects or birds flying around, making their choir add to the ambient music of the game. The buildings are heavily damaged, some of them are mere wrecks. Some walls are marked by scratches… claw marks. Yes, this is definitely the Ruined Village. Amily must be around somewhere too. Poor girl will be so disappointed.

Trying to think about something better, my thoughts turn to the whisker fruit I obtained: my stomach grumbles and in the next moment I find myself facing the fire pit in my camp.
“Right, I’m hungry…” I let out a defeated sigh. The sun is close to go down, according to the HUD it’s around seven in the evening. Two more opportunities to explore, then I must sleep.

“Might as well…” So I stand up and imagine myself back to the lake, for the umpteenth time today.

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Once again, I find myself at the farm. Whitney… no, Wheatley throws me a pepper as I pass by, waving to me with a smile plastered on her face.

“Hey, thanks!” I half-yell back to her. She reminds me of that apple-farmer girl back down in Ponyville. What was her name?… Apple-something. Yepp.

Nevertheless, I continue forward, watching the sunset slowly approaching, tinting the water of the lake into different shades of red. I spot nothing in the distance, nor close.
With one last sigh, I decide to just sit down and watch the sunset.

The shadows get longer until the last piece of the sun disappears on the horizon. The air is quickly getting cold but I don’t feel like just leaving the lake yet.
So walking back to camp is my chosen option…. rewarded with even more speed stat!

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The blood-red moon is up, hanging low on the starless night sky.
My campfire burns happily, the whisker fruit and canine pepper makes an occasional popping sound as the transforming juices leave them.

“Let’s see, what I did today… fought and ran like a girl… which is okay, since I’m a girl now. Found locations… Rathazul… the sword, oh yes, the sword… and food. It could have been much worse. Humpfh. Let’s call it a day.”

I will the HUD open, choose the Save button and wait for the game to save my progress. A few seconds later a log appears, announcing that my progress was saved to ‘SlotCoM_1’. With this done, I exit the game.

Author's Note

Well, here it is!
Make sure to leave a comment, tell me if I should change something!

-Zeph