The clattering sound wakes me up. I sit bolt upright in bed, because I know what it means. I'm going to be a character!
After what happened yesterday though, I'm not surprised, but still, why me? I'm just a...
Dice bounce through my mind, landing on a 6, and an 8.
... simple shepherdess. I'm not a hero! I'm not able to take on the Dragon Lords to restore the rightful king. Why couldn't this be happening to Peasant Girl 4, or Lusty Tavern Wench with the Lazy Eye? Why should...(37), Y'ona have to be the one to take up the cause? No use trying to sleep. The sun isn't up yet, but I need to get the sheep out to pasture. I pull my, (8), long purple hair back under a kerchief. (Seriously? Is the core of my existence really being determined by random character generator tables?) I decide to sit on the edge of the bed until I know who I am.
So, Eighteen, purple hair and eyes, skin browned from the sun, 168 cm tall, D cup bra wearing shepherdess named Y'ona from the village of Knotwood. Fine, whatever. My underwear is very basic. Let's check the pockets. Standard 4 gold pieces, enough food for 2 meals, a leather pocket pussy, and a wooden dildo. Seriously? Words appear above the toys, describing their basic functions.
Level 1 Sausage Wallet: Used to defend yourself from low level monsters. If you can get them into this first, your virtue, and Hit Points, will stay intact.
Level 1 Morning Wood: Used to prep yourself for sexual combat. Especially effective before noon.
Sexual combat? Shit! I'm on the Streetwalker spec tree? It's just physical pleasure, no technique, no subtlety, no tactics. Literally Wham, Bam, Thank You, Ma'am! Hope I've rolled a good endurance score. The pasture is out of sight from the village, on the edge of the dark woods.(Of course it is.) The morning passes quickly, and uneventfully, I'm about to fall asleep when I hear the dice again. I'm on my feet in an instant, eyes darting everywhere, Sausage Wallet out and ready. I spot it oozing from the woods, a Level 2 Spooge Ball.
Spooge Ball: Created in the aftermath of really intense sexual encounters, Spooge Balls are sentient mounds of cum. They can range in size from marbles to beach balls depending on the number of participants. Roams the Low Grasslands looking for anyone to slake its lust on. Generally attacks with a Bukkakke Blast to blind its opponent, before forming tentacles to bind and violate it's victim.
"My eyes! Oh, Gods it's in my mouth! It- MMMmmmph!" Last words of Lariah Gemsnake, now known as Cummy Bear.
SHIT! What am I going to do? This thing comes up to my waist. Alright, keep an eye on it, maybe it won't attack. Is that music? Where the hell is music coming from? What is- AAAaaaHhh! I can't see! Damn it! I wave the Sausage Wallet around, while trying to stumble away to clear my eyes. Good news, I manage to catch one of the tentacles! Bad news, it has a couple of dozen more! I'm quickly stripped, and fucked in every hole at once, by multiple tendrils. It doesn't stop until it has no more jizz left to empty into me. My Hit Points wiped out by the voluminous shots in my mouth, pussy, and ass. I lose count of the number of times I orgasm under its assault. I lay there, exhausted, covered in cum, and feel my eyes grow heavy.
I blink, and find myself back in my bedroom before sunrise. This time I have a crusty sex manual, and a pair of lips attached to a pouch. My underwear is see-thru, and frilly. I've been re-specced into a Floozy. Floozies are all about technique. They know all the positions, and games. This could be fun! I have high hopes for this build, that are instantly crushed by the Spooge Ball when it returns.