And then one day, she awakens in the pink sands, her bed nowhere in sight, the sun hanging low in the sky over her. She is alone in the desert with nothing but the black one-piece dress she went to bed in.

The sun beats down, startlingly bright.

SHE IS HALLUCINATING AGAIN FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

The pink sands stay, unmoved. 

Okay, she should call 911. Where is her phone.

She reaches into her dress pocket and pulls out her phone. 

She feels lucid, but then, she always used to too, even while she was confusedly texting sloths to her family from hospital.

She doesn't have a signal.

She punches in 911 anyway and hits the call button. 

It doesn't go through.

Oh come on, that's not supposed to happen at all. 911 service should work so long as her phone has batteries, which it sure seems to have.

She sits down on the sand and lays her phone in her lap. 

Experimentally, she picks up a handful of the sand and lets it trail through her fingers. 

It appears to be entirely normal sand, albeit a shocking shade of pink.

... A skeptical look appears on her face. 

This is a step beyond even her worst hallucinations. She saw patterns or hallucinated magical sensations, but she was never able to interact with anything she hallucinated. It was all in her head. Delusion. When they locked her in a small room for observation she was still able to figure out she was in a room with four walls and a door and a bed. 

Something very weird is happening.

She's starting to feel kind of hot, wearing black under the hot desert sun.

... this is just like in her dreams, though...

She sits on the sand, crosses her arms, and thinks. 

It's pretty damn hot. 

If this is real, she's in a survival situation. 

If it's not, then she needs to get help. 

The calculus seems to indicate she should start walking.

She gets up, picks a direction, and walks. 

Something in the back of her mind twinges. 

You can move faster than that, it says. Just do this.

OH GREAT MYSTERIOUS KNOWLEDGE THAT'S NEVER GONE POORLY FOR HER

She sits down and tries not to have a panic attack. It mostly works. 

Okay. Okay she is going to poke the thing.

She pokes it. 

She flings out, bounces off something, and lands — elsewhere. 

There is an oasis in the distance.

Did she just teleport?

Oh, okay, she's just lucid dreaming. Cool. That fits all the available evidence more or less. 

In that case she would like to teleport to the side of that oasis.

She appears by the side of the waters, and her reflection gleams up at her from the water's surface.

She's never seen her reflection in a dream before. 

Come to think of it, there's no sensory blindness like she usually has in dreams either. She feels like she's awake. 

... She sits down by the shore of the oasis, scoops up a double handful of water, and drinks.

It is the best thing she has ever tasted. There are notes of strawberry and chocolate to it, delicious and sweet, but as it slips down her throat and pools in her stomach it fills her with deep, abiding pleasure, like she was stimulating herself but emanating from her core in every direction. 

She feels stronger, more vital, more whole. Less ashamed.

And then a sudden wave surges up from the side of the oasis and knocks her on her side. The water flows over her, clinging like gel, pressing in, clinging, grabbing at her body like a lover, groping her, caressing her. She swallows another mouthful by reflex, and even more pleasure blooms inside her —

Get OFF, water elemental slime —

She shoves her hand into the creature and pushes, some long-forgotten bedroom instinct awakening, and something streams out of her into the water, a part of her, a wellspring of herself —

And then she grabs, somehow getting a firm hold on the creature despite the fact that it's made of water, and her fingers move in a curving motion, stroking instinctually —

She is somehow in a sex fight with a water elemental, and even weirder still, she seems to be winning.

The water thrashes, writhes, and then stills, suddenly compliant. 

It seems like she has managed to put the water into subspace. 

This is the weirdest fucking experience she has ever had. And she's still really, really horny thanks to the water. She hasn't gotten off. 

... She is going to refrain from continuing to fuck the water elemental.

Eva takes a deep breath, lets go of the water, and steps away, still painfully aroused. 

"Okay, what the fuck is going on? Are you sentient?"

The water just sort of sloshes a bit.

Okay, she probably should have expected that. 

She has... water of extremely dubious nature. She will not die in the next couple days probably. So long as the water elemental does not mind her drinking it. She has the feeling it the opposite of minds. 

She looks around at the trees by the oasis. 

... Ten to one the fruit's an aphrodisiac too. And maybe a lure for some kind of pitcher plant. 

She wishes she could just go home.

That thought produces a subtle sense of direction in her mind. 

Inwards, it seems to say. 

Sure, okay, she'll try it.

She appears on a large round bed with soft pillows inside a stone-cut cavern. The space is lit and heated by a warm hearth and has a small mahogany vanity with a mirror, a pair of dressers, and a large couch that looks like it could have come from the Victorian era. There are two rough stone archways out of the room. 

... This is concerning, but less so than being lost in the desert. 

Is she in someone's house? It feels warm and comfortable and safe, but she feels like places like this have owners. 

She goes and looks through both arches. 

One leads to a small library with an open pantry at one end, apparently stocked with bread and crackers and other simple ingredients. The other opens up to a small garden area with a deep roman bath filled with flowing water that's giving off mist. Nothing is planted yet, but the soil in the plot seems rich, and something tells her that more than plants can grow here. 

It all seems... pretty close to her tastes. 

She takes a cracker from the pantry, and tries it. 

It's bland, but perfectly edible. 

... Okay, so... Something has happened to her. Something that lets her move between locations really fast. She's pretty sure water coming alive and trying to fuck you is something that has never, ever happened on earth. 

Does she believe her new senses...?

... It's a big, big leap of faith, but she thinks she does. 

Eva goes and sits on the bed and thinks. 

Okay, so she can go to... wherever the desert is. And she can come here, to this... cavern apartment. 

She checks her cell phone again. Yeah, no service. Predictable. 

... If this place is hers, and it sure seems to be, then she has a free apartment. 

That... could change a lot. Rent is her largest expense by far. She could save. She could...

She has no idea if she can get back to Earth. Save her, mysterious sense of connection.

Out, it says, and then away.

She can probably get home. 

... Slowly, a smile starts to spread across her face. 

This is going to be complicated, but she still has some savings. If she invests in making this place livable, she might be able to spend most of her time in comfort here... reading or what have you, she doesn't strictly need the internet and internet cafes do exist... 

... It's not much of a plan, relying on her magic powers to have a safe apartment, but if her powers function on Earth...

It'd be incredibly foolish to let them become public knowledge, obviously...

She needs to try and inventory her resources, including trying to poke her magic more, and really think about this.

... Also she kind of needs to masturbate. 

Doing it in the weird cavern apartment is not appealing at all, despite the lavish roman baths and nice circular bed. She'll go back to earth. Or try to, anyway. It's good for her to confirm that she's got it right and she can go back.

She goes out, and the pink sands embrace her once again. 

The way to earth is that way.

It's like falling. Going there is the easiest thing in the world. 

She blips, and then she focuses, and she's abruptly in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Still in just her socks and her dress.

Come on, massively present cell service, don't fail her now...

She is still in Canada. 

She turns on location services and checks google maps. 

She is now in Burlington, Ontario. That is a problem. Her apartment is in London. London, Ontario; not London, England, fortunately.  

But she has an exact address to go to and she knows the location —

It's a stupid risk but she has to take it. She turns off location services, blips back to her apartment, and hopes like hell she's not being recorded.

It is as she left it.

Okay, so if she focuses on the stone apartment, then...?

She pops back into it obligingly.

This is far too consistent to be a hallucination. 

She has magic.

Real, actual, honest-to-god magic. That isn't electricity. 

She presses her hands to her eyes for a long moment in her bed and lets out a heavy breath. 

Something good happened. 

Something good happened for the first time in a long time. 

She's thought she discovered magic once before, but honestly, she's past caring. She'd rather it be real. She'll let it be real. 

She needs a distraction. 

Eva goes back to her Earth apartment, plugs her phone in to charge, and takes a moment to deal with the left-over arousal from the pink desert. 

A few minutes later, she goes and has a real breakfast of good old-fashioned fruit loops. 

It's surreal, experiencing this. But it has to be happening. 

She needs to make some notes. This is too much to keep in her head the whole time. 

Eva grabs her phone and starts typing.

Magical powers: 

I seem to be able to go to at least two worlds other than earth. The pink desert and the rock cavern. 

The pink desert seems to be an everything-trying-to-fuck-you kind of world. 

The rock cavern seems to be... sort of a personal base. 

I don't know what everything does but there were obvious magical effects going on. 

Personal powers: 

- I can teleport fairly accurately though not perfectly accurately (range maybe matters?)

- It seems to be easier for me to teleport to places where the veil between worlds is thin

- I seem to have... gained magic sex instincts? Masturbation felt different, there felt like there was an extra lever there. Fertility control maybe...? It was also easier to frame things in a... D/S-y way, though that might just be the experience I just had coming to the fore

- I was able to put the water elemental into subspace and grab it even though it was a fluid. I don't know if that's the water elemental being weird or me being weird though. further testing required

Eva taps her fingers against her chin, the concept of "testing" suddenly on her mind. 

She shakes her head and takes a deep breath, pushing away the lurid image of her thrusting into a pliable and gooey water elemental. It sure seemed to want to fuck her, but that doesn't mean it passes the Harkness test. There are plenty of settings with animalistic horny creatures. 

- When I grabbed the water elemental I did something to it that seemed to stun it for a moment. Do I have some kind of... weak psychic attack? 

- I feel like the garden in the stone apartment must have some ability or something, it's a personal reality, those come with manufacturing capabilities right? I should try planting some seeds there

- I should look at what the books in the stone library say

- Bottled water elemental fluid seems like it'd sell for a fuckton. really risky though and ethically fraught if it's not an animal

back to powers

- I have instincts that seem to know what my powers are even if I don't; I should maybe try listening more to these and see what they have to say

- I feel a little more fit and a little less bleh, but that could just be improved mood

Action items:

- buy some seeds of something and plant them in the cavern garden

- explore fuckworld? it feels like I have some connection to it now

- get supplies together to explore fuckworld safely and ideally consensually; I can probably teleport away from any serious issue but dehydration would still suck and the local water is a bit too enthusiastic 

- lay in a good long stock of all my medications in the stone caverns, just in case

- transfer groceries to stone cavern?

- so long as I have my wallet and phone I should be able to keep paying for things on Earth, which is important because I still need prescriptions

- losing earth housing is probably still bad, regrettably; but I could theoretically find an alternate way to get groceries etc through pink desert fuckworld?

-- hopefully the food isn't alive too. I mean, more so than on earth.

- I should also just. Rest. It has been a hell of a day

Okay so then...

- Pink desert travel is a lot more risky than travel to the stone cavern (privacy wise &, like, practicality wise) 

- I need to stay in touch with earth enough to interact with its systems (booooooooooo) 

really feels like a pain in the ass that I get magic but still have to deal with my prescriptions and my gender issues and keeping housed on earth

Abandoning earth pros/cons:

Pros:

- I don't have to deal with rent ever again

- I don't have to deal with earth culture or bureaucracy ever again 

- I won't have to try and live a fucking double life 

- I won't have to manage earth rent or what have you

Cons:

- lack of internet 

- lack of prescriptions (!)

- lack of meat, likely

- I feel like I'd miss the place for some damn reason 

- only other worlds I know are a small cavern and the Desert Of Everything Trying To Fuck You

Yeah, it really feels like I can't not engage with earth, mainly because of the prescriptions issue. If there's modern psychiatric care out there in the sex desert somewhere that is going to matter. I don't feel like that's super likely but there's some hope. 

The sense that I'll miss earth for some damn reason is more troublesome. 

She pauses. She looks down at her fingers. There are distinct black stains at the tips of her fingers, and her hand is stained a light but distinct purple.

Ah, fuck. I'm purple. When did that happen???

She goes and looks in her mirror. 

She is purple... all over. Even her face is purple. 

Okay, this is going to suck.

I need to do things in person as little as possible. Existing while purple is going to be such a massive pain.

Mysterious magic powers, you had BETTER have a fix for this!!!

You know, that's almost my exact skin tone. I bet you could out together the rest of a draenei costume and pass for a cosplayer fairly easily.

Not really helping, Ishaza. 

Eva takes a deep breath and lets it out. 

Hello, magic powers...?

She has a vague sense that if she can just make it one year on earth, this will stop being a problem for her.

One year, huh...?

She could mostly live off supplies from the stone cave. Apartment inspections don't require her to be here. She does most of her prescription refills by telehealth anyway. Rent deductions are automatic from her account. 

She could legitimately only exist for prescription pickups and do those in cosplay. It'd still really mark her out as weird, but magical? Maybe not. 

She has six months on her current refills... And it's not as if she doesn't know of sketchier, more anonymous ways to get vital medications... 

She can probably genuinely make it a year if she's very strategic and careful and mostly lives like a hermit. Which, well, she is somewhat pre-adapted to. 

Any other hangups, magic sense? This feeling-like-she'll-miss-earth is not encouraging.

It feels a little bit like...

...there's a tug of war for her soul...

... and it's balanced right now, but if she stays on earth extendedly the pink desert is going to start winning.

Right. Okay. She has to split her time between the worlds. 

So, updated shopping list:

Urgent shopping/action items:

— Draenei cosplay

— Survival supplies for the pink desert

— Figure out how the stone cavern garden works

— Stock stone cavern pantry

— continue work on understanding magic (return to pink desert?)

Short term plan:

— stay on Earth and hermit it up. Pick up prescriptions for the next month in best draenei costume I can improv. Save time in stone cavern so we have somewhere to retreat to if Pink Desert super sucks. 5 days earth, then [10 days alternating cavern/desert], then repeat

— Lay in some travel pills, you are definitely going to be stuck somewhere else without your refills eventually 

— get a decent tent off amazon, hope like hell it gets here inside 5 days

— Hope like hell your lease holds for another 2 years after it's up for renewal

— get a solar charger for your phone 

— buy a couple cheap solar-powered calculators for trading purposes

— do some small experiments with stone cavern garden before we go but plan it out seriously and REALLY try to save on time

She pauses. 

Like Hell am I going to sleep on the plane of everything trying to fuck me; that's just asking to get sleep-molested. Save the stone cavern for sleeping and otherwise try and exist in the pink desert straight. 

I am going to have such a time. Whether it is a good or a bad time remains to be seen. Probably Both.

She squares her shoulders, and gets to work.

She has plenty of work to do, and not much time to do it in. 

She tears apart her old hiking pack and lays in supplies. Laptop, phone, solar charging station, four liters water, tent, water purification tablets, big bag of Good Old Raisins & Peanuts (GORP for short), compass, no base map but plenty of sketching paper, extra prescriptions. She has an awkward conversation with her pharmacist ("I've joined a new cosplay club! I'm going as Ishaza, my original character. She's a draenei so she has purple skin. The schedule works out so probably be stopping off here on my way back from it pretty often, so please don't be surprised if you see me again and I'm still purple.") and a slightly less awkward telehealth appointment ("I'm planning to go backpacking and I want to lay in extra medication just in case something happens; I'm willing to pay out of pocket, can you advance me some of my prescription?") and several quick deliveries she barely needs to duck out of her room for. 

With some careful experimentation and guiding from her intution she discovers that her stone cavern garden grows any liquid, any plant, and any mineral. She promptly lays in all her favorite beverages and soups, all her favorite berries and vegetables (including pineapples), and all the everyday Earth metals and rocks she can get at least one object for. (Copper, brass, tin, iron, steel, and glass.) She plants some of her beading wire for copper and brass, a cheap glass and pot metal ring she got from a con for tin and glass, a steel ball bearing she nicked off her father years ago for steel, and plants all the colors of stone she has in her beading kit. She doesn't have any precious metals or stones but that can come later. She stocks her cavern pantry with shelf-stable foods and a can opener and discovers it's moved rooms to one with an old but serviceable gas stove and a basic kitchen area. That's a relief. She can heat soup now. 

She times herself in the cavern, always. She ends up spending ten hours twenty-five minutes there over the five days, mostly on targeted experimentation. She's going to pay for that later, but for now there's nothing to do but push on. 

Eventually the day comes when she must depart for the pink desert. She's fully packed. She has everything she needs. She's going to be okay. 

She hopes.

It feels like letting go a weight that she's been holding at arm's length. 

The desert sands embrace her as she returns to the lonely stretch of sand she arrived on.

Should she set up here, or closer to the oasis...? 

The sand doesn't seem to want to fuck her, but there's fuckall to do here. She could just camp out in her tent for a while, she has all the gear she needs, but there's a whole world out there to go to. 

She drops her pack off in the cavern — no need to lug it physically and risk something being crushed by an ambush —and teleports for the oasis. She doesn't remember which direction it was but she can do a search pattern with teleportation fairly easily. 

She appears directly above the oasis' water and falls into it with a splash. 

"Yeep!"

She swims for shore on instinct, swallowing water along the way.

The water ripples and jiggles and presses against her in precisely the right way to feel good, but doesn't impede her from reaching shore. 

She hauls herself out of the water, dripping wet, gasps out hard one last time, and comes into her dress, overwhelmed by the aphrodisiac water and all the stimulation she wasn't expecting.

Something about her body... shifts a little.

Eva crawls her way away from the water, coughs out an incredibly delicious mouthful, and flops onto the sand. 

Which, of course, is when the plant she's flopped onto grabs her side and starts squirming its way into her dress. 

Oh fuck this place. 

She pulls away from the small bush with all her might, despite its tendril-like fern stems. It feels good on her skin but she does not want to become its food. 

Sudden fire kindles in her belly, and she grabs it and yanks it off her and gets her knee up against it and grinds it in — 

The plant shudders in apparent pleasure, all its leaves curling, and then lets go and goes docile.

She thinks she just gave a bush an orgasm. Because it tried to fuck her. Talk about perverse incentives. 

Eva pulls away, more carefully this time, and avoids the larger tree with suspiciously sap-sticky bark she almost blundered right into. 

The tree visibly droops in disappointment.

Of course it does. 

She is going to have to get some better instincts if she is going to survive this world. For some reason she knows how to stimulate all these alien hornycreatures back and win, but... better not to have to fight. 

She coughs up a little more water onto the sand.

She exhales a soft pink mist, and the sand beneath her hands turns to glass. 

Her eyebrows jump.

She picks up a handful of sand and breathes on it experimentally.

That turns to glass too. And it feels in her hand like it's just another part of her body. A sensitive part of her body. 

She flushes a little. 

She kneads the glass a bit. It flexes under her fingers easily. It feels wonderful. 

... this she should maybe experiment with on her own time. This is neither the time nor the place. 

She squishes the glass a bit more. It feels like she's being penetrated in a very delicate place. 

Her flush grows deeper.

She teleports halfway back the way she came, away from the oasis. 

The oasis is just visible in the distance from here.

Time to set up for some, um, experiments. 

She goes and gets her pack from the stone cavern, takes out her waterbottle, takes a deep drink of proper tasteless nonaphrodisiac water, and fills her cupped hands with sand. 

She's going to do some, ah, sculpting. See what precisely she can do with this material. 

She pours out the rest of her water bottle onto the sands, and refills it with water wrung out of her shirt and pants as she disrobes. She tastes it just to make sure it retains its properties. Still aphrodisiac and delicious, less animate. 

Now... sculpting. 

The glass eagerly responds to her hands, even the sands themselves leaping to her control in tendrils and scatters. She csn manifest long tendrils of sand and freeze them around an object, fast enough to matter in a fight, even. 

Sculpting the material is a blissful and deeply erotic experience. It only sculpts like clay beneath her will when she is touching it with bare skin; if she wraps it in her shirt then it doesn't have her senses and is inanimate glass. 

She makes sculptures. At first abstract, then, after a bit of flushed consideration, yonic. Then more practical shapes. Glass bottles to fill with more desert water. 

She thinks she is beyond caring now if the water elemental is consenting or not to being bottled. It is an ugliness but it certainly seems enthusiastic. And she is going to need to get a little more... flexible in her attitude to consent... if she is going to survive in this world long-term. So sue her. 

She goes back to the oasis with her glass bottles, and scoops more aphrodisiac water into them. 

Hi, you have now contained water in your glass bottle which is about as sensitive as your clit. Would you like to prevent the water from being able to come?

Would she like to WHAT. 

Keep the water from having an orgasm. Using this handy interface. 

... She, too, is a creature of the Everything Trying To Fuck You place. She has a power for winning a sex fight.

Experimentally, she stoppers the bottle, and lightly sloshes it, dashing the water against the walls of the container. Oh, and no, the water cannot come. The water is a bad and naughty fluid and must be punished. 

Very quickly, the water in the bottle descends into a quivering mess. It trembles, shudders, climbs the wall of the bottle as if beseeching her. 

... She is being cruel. 

She lets the water come.

It sloshes down to relieved stillness in the bottom of her jar. 

Would you like to collect the essence of this spirit for later binding?

... sure?

The bottle abruptly compresses to a sea-blue marble the size of her pinky, and settles into her hand. The water splashes everywhere, and then flows quickly back towards its oasis. 

The jewel feels... soft. Tranquil. Sweet. Clarifying.

This would go so well in a wire cage bracelet. 

It feels right. 

She goes back to her camp, back to the stone cave, and fetches her craft kit. 

The next hour or so is spent making a bracelet to contain the jewel. 

As it settles into place, becomes part of the bracelet, something snaps into place, and suddenly the copper wire takes on a faint sea-green tint.

... It has the spirit of the water in it now. 

She puts on the bracelet. 

She feels... sharper, now. More clearheaded. A little more flexible. A little less hidebound. 

All good things, she thinks. 

She leaves the bracelet on. 

(Another quick trip back to the cavern establishes glass, desert sand and oasis water in her array of liquids and minerals.)

So... now what? 

... Now, she thinks, she enjoys herself improving her sculpting skill to be faster, more fluid, and more artistic. She should keep an eye out, obviously, this is an alien world, but this is fun and useful and it'll keep her out of trouble and run up her desert clock. All good things. And she feels a special interest coming on.

Heh, coming.

The hours till sunset blur past in a haze. Between the aphrodisiac water and the sensitivity of the glass as it's sculpted, it's a very long and very enjoyable day. 

Nothing disturbs her, though once she sees a bird in the far distance, circling.

An oasis in the desert, even one so small as this one, must be a rare thing. If she waits long enough and there are people here, she should encounter them. Probably maybe. 

In the meantime, it's time to pack up camp and head back to the cavern to prepare a late supper and sleep. Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches sounds right.

She goes home, and the round bed in her cavern embraces her with open arms. 

She takes a cold bath to disperse the lingering heat of the desert, then has supper and takes her pills, then flops into bed. 

It's been a good day, despite the fact she got sexually assaulted by vegetation.

The pink sands welcome her the next morning...

And when she comes out of her cavern, she sees a small area of tents set up about thirty degrees around the oasis from her.

A pink-skinned, pink-eyed woman with horns walks past, glances over in Eva's direction, and double-takes. 

She steps closer, and her hands flurry in a complicated mess of signs. 

Sheee does not speak that. That's not even ASL. 

But she can guess that at least one of those signs means hello. She has a little feeling of intution that it's this one...

She gestures back, then unpacks one of her better glass sculptures from the pack she's wearing and makes a circular motion. 

She mimes biting something, then takes out one of her glass bottles and mimes drinking. Then she extends the bottle. 

The horned girl's eyebrows rise, but she goes back into her tent and comes out with a large, peach-like fruit the color of flesh. 

Yeah sure she'll take that trade. It might be a total rip-off but it's worth it to establish contact. 

She steps forward, takes off her shirt, lays it out on the sand, and places the glass sculpture on it. It is shaped like a butterfly she saw once, as best as she could manage it.

Then she backs away and sits on the sand again.

The woman approaches, lays the fruit on the shirt, and takes away the sculpture. She backs off to a respectful distance and makes a sign. 

Eva goes and picks up the fruit and her shirt again.

She makes the sign back. It seems to be the thing to do.

The woman begins to cross the space towards her —

And Eva conjures limbs of glass from the sands, turns her around, and firmly sets her back a good distance again. 

She has learned some things about norms on this world and she is not interested in having sex with this lady. 

The woman struggles a little in Eva's glass limbs, and ends up sprawled on her back on the ground with her simple dress hiked up. 

She is not wearing any underclothes beneath it. 

She beckons eagerly. 

... okay, the calculus changes significantly if this woman is the sub in the arrangement and is willing to say that. 

Hannah? 

Go slow, but I would say you are clear for approach here. And honestly, you need to get laid IRL. By a person. I would take this opportunity in a heartbeat. It's probably like saying hello here from everything we've seen.

Alright. I trust you. 

She pulls back her glass limbs and cautiously approaches the woman. 

She makes the hand-sign from earlier, then points at a random tent. She has had enough sand in places where it shouldn't be just from yesterday. 

The woman smiles, gets up, and beckons Eva on. 

She vanishes into a tent.

Eva follows her.

When she ducks into the tent, the woman has already tossed her clothes aside and is lounging on a small pile of pillows on the tent, completely nude. Her skin is very pink, but besides that and the horns her anatomy seems normal for a human. 

Eva takes a deep breath, and takes off her own clothes. It's embarrassing to be seen in her half-transitioned body, even more now that she's weirdly purple. But some instinct in her pushes her onward. She wants this. She's not going to lose her chance. 

The woman guides her down, laughs at her awkward positioning, takes Eva's cock in hand and starts to stroke. 

Oh. Oh that's very nice. That's very nice indeed. 

In short order Eva ends up curled into the pink-skinned woman, one hand preoccupied with her partner's pussy, the other wrapped firmly around her back. 

It feels like a competition... but one she doesn't really mind losing.

The pink-skinned woman laughs again when she coaxes an orgasm from Eva in fairly short order, but then her face goes serious. She pushes Eva down, and starts grinding her hips in against Eva's, rolling them back and forth, grinding her pussy against her cock.

She really hopes that secondary sex power is fertility control but she is nnnnnnot going to quibble with this woman who presumably knows the local dangers better than her. Maybe that's motivated reasoning of her, but she's gotten herself into this so she'd better own the consequences. 

She rolls her hips, and grabs the woman's hand and squeezes. 

She abruptly sways, clutching her head, as something flows from Eva into her — 

"You," she says haltingly. "Make — noise for say?" She seems incredibly confused. 

"You speak English????"

She shakes her head. "No, you... give. Give english."

"I give..." she visibly searches for the word. "Sex freedom. Thing you want."

Eva's eyebrows shoot up. "Consent? You give consent?"

She just nods. "Yes. Consent." 

Then she rubs her head. "You... such boring world. Is... not have word... but is dead. No sex. Bad world."

She leans down and kisses Eva firmly on the lips, then shimmies her hips against Eva's.

"I fix." A raunchy smile spreads across her face.

At that, Eva laughs. 

"Fix away." 

She lies back, takes a firm grip of the woman's hips, and waits for the fireworks to start. 

True to her word, in the next moment the woman mounts Eva's cock and starts to roll her hips.

Oh, wow. She's heard descriptions before, of course, and she's watched porn and sexted a lot, but... it's different to have the real thing. 

She loses herself for a moment in shivery bliss as the walls of her partner's pussy clench and squeeze her cock. Her fluids seem to be slightly aphrodisiacal as well, and fill her with a craving for more. 

Eva finds herself thrusting up into the woman on instinct, rolling her hips, finding the natural motions. It feels... right. Like a puzzle piece that's been missing all her life has finally clicked into place. 

They move together as one, working towards climax — which, for Eva's underexperienced body, is not that far off. 

The woman leans down and starts to bite and kiss her shoulder, firm and hungry.

It's not long before Eva comes apart beneath her, brilliant pleasure shorting out all her senses... 

And when she comes back to herself, she is a little more full-figured, a little more full-breasted. Like someone ticked her character creation slider one tick more towards feminine. 

Oh hell yes. Sex that makes her more feminine? 

Eva rolls her partner onto her back, and starts to thrust into her from on top, controlling the position now, eager and hungry herself now, eager to take and be taken, change and be changed. 

It is a long day, and there is a lot of sex to fit in it. 

She touches her partner again and again, giving her more and more of her knowledge with every kiss and caress, every motion of her hands across her body. It feels right. It feels proper. 

For a while, she loses herself in the game, the one she plays on F-list daily, the chase and counterchase, controlling the position, using all the tools she has. 

Gradually, she gains in confidence and surety, and eventually she even starts incorporating her glass. 

Until...

The glass falls from her partner's body, and forms into a second jewel, larger than the first, bright pink in color... 

And Eva feels... much more herself.

She trails a hand through her exhausted partner's hair. 

"What's your name?", she asks. 

She hesitates, and then...

"Sunset."

"I will see you tomorrow morning, Sunset, if you are still here. Until then, rest well. And thank you for the fruit."

"We stay three days, take fruit, water, go city next." She gives Eva a thumbs-up and grins. "Good fuck. Tomorrow I trade you glass for sign."

"Thank you. I'll be there to trade glass for sign."

And out she goes from the tent, into the desert — and then into her stone cavern from there. 

She sleeps the sleep of the deeply delighted.

Over the next three days, she learns much about the locals from Sunset and her caravan. They indeed have sex for everything — trade negotiations, boredom, as a sleep aid. She learns a smattering of sign faster than she should, but not enough to make her really conversant. She makes a bracelet of Sunset's jewel as a reminder. It feels like comfort and grace and rest.

By the end of the three days, she has a map of the immediate surroundings, a small collection of jeweled bracelets from other erokami associated with the caravan who tried their luck against her, and directions to the closest city. It takes taxes in sex and art, and between her new gifts in writing and sculpture and her new gifts in eroticism, she has enough of both to appease the local sultan. 

She stays a few days extra, though it strains her bond and her pill supply, and on the last day of her stay she becomes officially a tax-paying citizen of Third Oasis, with Sunset interpreting for her (and taking a finder's fee.) 

She's going to be okay.