James has just gotten home. Earlier than usual, but he wanted to set an example and tell everyone it's totally okay to go home earlier today. Why? 'Cause he felt like it.
He unlocks the door to his extremely pretty and expensive apartment and walks in.
...ooh! Nifty!
Okay, now... that one quest said he goes there to sleep. So maybe he could try to take a nap. He sets his alarm to 6PM and lies down.
He drifts off to sleep, just like normal...
...but when he wakes up, several things have changed.
To start with: it's a bright spring morning on a sunny hilltop, the air smells of grass and wildflowers, and he is wearing a dress.
Also he has boobs.
He... had not expected this extensive a change. Maybe she? Maybe he's a she, now.
She sits up and looks around.
The scenery is lovely. Grass, trees, a sparkling stream winding between the low hills.
Large red claws close neatly around her waist, and suddenly she is rising into the air at dizzying speeds, held securely in the claws of an enormous flying reptile.
She takes a deep inhale, then looks up at the reptile...
...down at the landscape...
...then starts laughing and whooping. She brings both hands to her mouth and cries out a "Woohoooooooooo!"
She continues laughing and then spreads her arms wide, as if she were flying.
The dragon flies higher and faster, until the rushing wind bites uncomfortably at her skin. He's still giggling. It's a surprisingly undignified sound for such a majestic creature.
The wind and the chill are exhilarating, sort of like riding a motorcycle but more. Eventually she stops laughing but just because she starts getting tired and breathless, not because the trip becomes any less exciting.
The dragon carries her to a mountain, and in particular to a roomy balcony perched high on a cliffside with dragon-sized doors leading into the interior of the mountain. He lands and sets her down carefully on her feet.
"Most people I kidnap don't have nearly this much fun," he observes, amused. Although he isn't speaking English, she finds she is unobtrusively fluent in the language he's using.
"Then they don't know how to have fun," she counters, dusting herself and looking around at the place before turning to look at her captor.
He is very big and scaly. Kind of pretty, actually. Fiery red scales, striking green-gold eyes.
"Or they're worried I'm going to eat them," he suggests.
The dragon shimmers and seems to fold in on himself, condensing into a different shape as he takes a step forward. Now he is a human, very tall, very handsome, and very in her personal space.
"I can think of a few things," he says, smiling a faintly predatory smile.
She's shorter than him. Huh. That's not a common experience, being shorter than other people.
She kinda likes it.
She looks up at him and continues to smile. "Wanna bet?" she asks, taking a small step so that she's nearly touching him. But just nearly. And ooh, is this what being wet feels like, because she thinks she likes it, too.
...he laughs.
"Do you just have no fear at all?" he wonders, and without waiting for an answer he scoops her up and carries her into the mountain.
The entrance hall on the other side of those doors is vast and stunningly beatutiful, with windows formed by thinning the stone of the cliff face to let in the light; but she doesn't have long to appreciate it, because he immediately carries her into a human-scale room off to the side, tosses her onto a comfortable couch, and pounces.
She eeps ad giggles when she's scooped, then wraps her arms around his neck. She does try to appreciate the view but when she's pounced she's thoroughly distracted. "You didn't even tell me your name," she breathes teasingly when he lands on top of her.
"Zekanare."
He grabs a handful of her dress and pulls. The fabric is fairly sturdy, but nevertheless comes apart like tissue paper in his hands. He leans down to kiss her newly revealed collarbone. Where his hair catches the light, shifting glimmers of red echo the colour of his scales.
She gasps and closes her eyes, her hand instinctively reaching up to reach behind his head.
And she realises she doesn't have a name.
Well. Now she does. "Jamie," she breathes. "A delight to meet you."
He chuckles, dragging his teeth across her chest as he finishes shredding the rest of her dress. His mouth wanders her body in search of interesting reactions.
She has a whole new body, not that he knows it, so pretty much everywhere gets an interesting reaction, although the obvious places get more interesting ones. She understands what the game means by "same stats, different body," now. She's hot, her erect nipples decorating large, attractive breasts; her flat stomach leading the way down to her extremely wet pussy, only the slightest hint of blond hair serving as an invitation; long, strong legs framing Zekanare's body and opening slightly further to welcome his advances; and her voice, moaning softly in response to his touch, making her back arch slightly and her head roll back as she tries to offer more, more of her body to him.
He is still kind of confused about how he managed to randomly carry off a girl who apparently knows neither fear nor shame, but he's hardly going to complain. She's delightful. He kisses her and runs his hands over her lovely soft skin.
Embracing your first experience of female sexual desire has caused your LST to go up by 1!
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