Mira snaps awake, flinching away from the sensation of MY FACE IS TOUCHING SOMETHING DIRTY and accidentally launches herself ten feet into the air before she is fully conscious.

Her mind is foggy with a half-remembered dream, a really good dream, a lewd dream, with slickness and touching and slithering tentacles and a sultry voice gently telling her to relax... which recontextualizes the 'ten feet in the air' thing from 'what the fuck' to 'of course I can do that'.

What the fuck what do you mean brain that of course I can do that.

Mira's bare feet hit the sand with a soft thump, not straining her legs at all as she lands, all those thoughts passing through her in the split second she was airborne.

The following things ought to be very surprising and disorienting, but just aren't:
1) She is standing naked in a desert.
1a) Her body is covered by a glistening layer of wetness, like she's fresh out of a Nuru Massage porn video.
1b) Her body is clean. Not a single grain of sand is clinging to her face or skin. Awesome.
2) THIS IS A DIFFERENT BODY THAN SHE HAD YESTERDAY.
2b) She's sexy, gorgeous, petite, and actually has no complaints about this part what so ever.
3) Magic. She has powers, both magical and mundane.

Sweat breaks out on her skin as her body gets goosebumps. Mira takes a deep breath as the holy-shit holy-shit holy-shit slowly builds, but she holds onto her emotional equilibrium by her figurative fingernails with the ease of long practice. This doesn't really dampen the holy-shit holy-shit but it keeps her rational.

"This is an isekai."

Impressions from the dream confirm this, slotting into place. A summoning. A(gloriously lewd) transformation. A new, sexy body. An insertion into a fantasy world with magic and monsters.

Which she barely liked to experience in gorgeous high-budget JRPG form or gorgeous low-budget pixel art form, always preferring the the company of the characters and the magic mechancis, but... "I've got the magic mechanics at least... Eeeeee. And I'm... overpowered? This is like one of those isekai animes where I can curbstomp most of the setting, right? And the real challenge is, like, managing my harem. Bleh. Finding a harem to join? Hah. I wish."

Mira shook her head, blowing out a breath as amusement at her own thoughts broke through some of the awe that had her heart pounding in her chest. So. Magic.

Mira feels out the formation of magical Nodes within herself, Runes with Names that she can call upon. Mira pulses her Mana, feeling the energy within her, flowing at her will. Her heart surges once more in excitement as she prepares to cast her first spell-

Wait. There was something else.

Mira pauses and looks around herself.

Sitting innocently in the sand are:

A picnic basket.

A small handaxe.

A leather backpack.

Inside the backpack, Mira will find maps and map-drawing paraphernalia, a set of lockpicks, two small velvet bags of precious gemstones, a stemmed drinking cup made of gold, a metal glove made of something white and silver, a bundle of red cloth, a fancy bikini with golden framework and pink silken cloth, some matching stockings, and a set of what seems like a gossamer and very slutty nightgown.

Mira... is slightly distracted by the bikini. It looks like fantasy cosplay more than something you'd see at a beach. It looks like exactly the kind of slutty cosplay she's always wanted to wear but never had the body to pull off. It's not what she'd choose to wear for a trek through a desert but she's going to put it on anyway.

In the instant that intention forms, the layer of lube coating her body moves.

Mira yelps at the sensation of liquid rapidly flowing off her arms and legs and belly toward her breasts and crotch, flailing a little while also shivering violently with the pleasure of the sensation.

It stops, and she looks down to see herself wearing a perfect copy of the cosplay bikini, the rest of her skin dry.

This also, should be shocking, but feels unsurprising. The layer of 'lube' is actually her living suit of intelligent slime, symbiotically bonded to her to amplify her magical and physical ability, telepathically linked and psychically feeding on... her orgasms.

Mira shivers again in anticipation of that, but right now is not the time. She needs to be less stranded in the desert as a first priority.

The cloak. That folded cloth is a cloak that protects from heat. Basically, wearable air conditioning. Never leave home without it. Heh. Okay, does her slime suit copy the cloak too? Mira pulls the cloak out of the backpack with the intention of putting it on.

Apparently not. Her shapeshifted bikini doesn't react to the cloak. Maybe it's just busy being the bikini? Or maybe it can't replicate enchanted items? Mira doesn't know. She puts the cloak on, protecting herself from the beating sun.

Now, what she needs to do is figure out which way to go.

Luckily, she has maps.

The first map shows a continent.

There is a little pin stuck into the vellum, marked 'you are here'.

The pin is placed within the Sands region, halfway between the Temple of Lightning and the Vynait Republic.

So. She should head straight east, to get to the nearest civilization. Seems simple enough.

Mira reaches for her magic... stops... Sure she feels like she knows how to do this easy as breathing but she's never actually cast a spell in her life, so maybe for this first ever use of magic she will employ her spells' handy voice-activation feature.

Speaking of breathing, she hasn't been. She takes a breath. Yeah, she only needs to do that every couple of hours, now, doesn't she. For the express purpose of having tentacles stuffed down her throat for hours at a time without killing her, but still. She can survive for up to twelve hours without air, now. Useful, to say the least.

"Chirr vinken," Mira incants. Core, Utility, Seek.

And for a moment she can sense which way is east.

Mira puts the picnic basket in the backpack, and puts the backpack on. She considers the handaxe.

"Chirr pretkenlo," Mira incants, focusing on the axe. Core. Construct. Seek. Channel.

A ghostly copy of the axe appears in Mira's hand, glimmering translucent bluish-white. The nodes of magic within her remain active, a small, almost imperceptible but continuous weight on her Mana, and a feeling like she's holding down a button, and has to keep holding that button down or the axe will vanish. It isn't hard.

"Yeah I don't need the axe."

Mira releases the construct and starts walking east.

Mira feels so incredibly light on her feet, it's exhilarating.

Walking on sand? Easy. Running on sand? Still easy. Sprinting on sand? STILL EASY.

Mira moves so fast she discorporeates, flashing across the sand in a blur. She does it again. And again. She flickers forward, blurring over miles of dunes in mere minutes before she has to stop and take a few breaths to recover.

She feels so alive.

She feels so... horny.

Really, she was trying to ignore it until she found shelter but she's starting to ache.

Her cosplay bikini wriggles against her as it brushes her mind, pushing gently. Mira pushes back on instinct, before she realizes what it is trying to do. It doesn't need to feed yet, but it could, and solve both of their problems at once. Mira stops holding it back with a thrill of giddy lust.

The bikini melts, turning black. It all flows toward her crotch, exposing her breasts as it consolidates its mass. She feels it bulging against her holes, and then... liquid phalli flow up into her, plunging into her pussy and ass as they expand and harden, pulsating in undulating thrusting motions. She reflexively bites down on her moan, but a pink glyph flares up on the slime's surface, just above her vulva, and it feels like her ability to control her noises is torn away from her, the lewd moan escaping her unbarred.

Mira falls to her knees making unrestrained slutty noises, shaking as the slime cocks massage her walls, pumping into her holes. She cums, then a slightly different pink glyph flares up in the same spot on her crotch and Mira instantly cums again. Mere moments later, the pulsing slime dildos make her cum anew, and the flare of the glyph doubles that orgasm too.

She doesn't know if she can take more... but then she cums again, and its clear that she can. She can keep cumming for as long as her slime suit wants. Her body can handle it, no problem.

Mira's slime suit continues to fuck her, and Mira continues to helplessly cry out her orgasms, her lewd girl-sounds echoing across the sands.

The sounds do carry, over the sand. And some things hear.

Some of the things that hear don't recognize the sounds, or don't care about the sounds.

But some of the things that hear are curious. Some of the things that hear are horny.

Some of the things that hear are neither curious nor horny, but are territorial.

A squad of giant ants, each the size of an average dog, come bursting out of the sand, chittering angrily as they close in around Mira.

Her slime suit is 'full', satisfied with its psychic feeding, and has shifted back into the form of the cosplay bikini, leaving Mira in a post-orgasmic daze. Mana spills out of her, overflowing. That's one of the perks of her slime suit, she knows: it produces Mana for her as a byproduct of telepathically feeding on her orgasms. Which is really nifty.

When a horde of HUGE BUGS leap out of the sand at her, enough adrenaline crashes through her system to wake the dead, and she sobers in an instant.

And then it's like the ants are moving in slow motion, except no, they're fast. She's just faster. She sways out of the way of one ant's leap, then spins out of the path of another. Two more go for her, and she discorporeates, appearing well behind the formation of ants in a nigh-instantaneous blur, hurtling backward through the air.

The ants spin around, all arrayed before her, and she has only one thing to say. "Tallo."

A beam of scintillating mana rages out from her raised hand, splintering the lead ant's carapace and sending its body flying back. With laser-focus, Mira shifts the aim of her mana-beam, sweeping it through each ant in turn.

Then she tucks her legs in, flips over, and lands on the sand, skidding backward a short distance before coming to a stop.

"...did I get them all?"

Those sure are some dead ants.

It does indeed look like she killed them all with her spell.

The ant corpses lay still, and no new ants appear.

Okay, good.

Mira takes a breath.

"East."

Mira turns and resumes her jog toward civilization.