Life chose that moment to remind her that it liked to kick you when you were off-balance as another cramp made her grunt.
When it passed, a trail of slimy fluid snaked down her thigh.
“Fuck,” she said looking at the splash of crimson. Oh Wow, it’s kind of cringy when I swear now. Meh, not going to stop me. Haters can hate.
“Fuck em,” she said with a chuckle and looked around. Deciding there was nothing she could do about the blood for now she shrugged and decided to leave it.
“Now what? I guess the world is my oyster and all that. Heh, oyster.” She laughed again. Need to spread Freya’s faith and explore but that’s long-term. Survival first.
I need to figure out how the inventory thing works, hell any of these so-called abilities before I go anywhere. Safety and security, and all that shit. Clothes would be nice too. Maybe the vines? she thought, looking up contemplatively.
Do I need to be in range of the roots? Hmm, questions... First off, Inventory. It should be the simplest.
“Now, how do I use Inventory?” she wondered aloud hoping Freya might help.
As she finished the question, the knowledge flowed into her mind accompanied by a very mild headache.
Huh, that’s a little more annoying than I thought it would be, she thought, processing the information while rubbing at her temples.
She plopped down, deciding to sit cross-leg on the ground for comfort. She squeaked and popped back up, as something sharp poked her in the butt. Sweeping some bone shards away, she tried again and sighed. Got to remember I’m fucking naked, she chastised herself.
The ability required her to focus intently on visualizing a small vault-like box. Then she needed to channel mana from the surrounding area into a spell matrix shaped like the vault. All while maintaining the mental image.
She had a dozen failed starts and a building headache before successfully opening the vault for the first time.
Looking inside she was shocked to find it wasn’t empty. In fact, there were two small folded pieces of black cloth with a piece of crisp white paper folded on top.
Reaching in she pulled out the paper first. Once her hand closed on it, the vault disappeared with a pop of disbursed mana motes, as though it never existed, and she sighed.
Carefully unfolding the note revealed Freya's neat writing.
My beautiful Chesty!
I KNOW you are probably all mopey because I left you as a naked woman in a damp cave, with your first moon blood. So, I thought I would cheer you up with a final gift; one I managed to squeeze by those bastards. Speaking of squeezing, enjoy the undies. At least they’re better than nothing. In fact, I suggest you try to never lose them. They might very well save your life someday.
Cheers.
P.S. Have fun out there my sexy scout.
P.P.S. Worshipers, lots of worshipers.
Freya.
I’m starting to think boredom is bad for gods. She seems a little loopy. Unless they’re all like that? Yeah, not going to think about that any further.
Undies! Wow, I’m weirdly excited about underwear. That’s something else to think about later. Another note to self.
Excitement made her rush, botching the casting a few times before she succeeded in opening her vault again. She eagerly reached in and grabbed for both items, but when it closed, she only had one in her hand.
“Shit, that’s annoying.”
She studied what she’d managed to grab and found a bra. It was one of those comfortable but sexy sports bras. With a mess of straps in the back and the short halter look in the front.
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Sweet, now they won't flop around as much when I move, she thought, studying the item.
To her surprise, a small window popped up, giving a description of the item. What she read shocked and amused her. Freya really meant that cryptic shit. Lifesaving underwear for the win.
Name: Indestructible Brassiere
Style: Sport
Color: Black/grey
Rarity: Legendary/unique
Properties: Cotton and spandex weave.
Durability. ∞
Enchantments:
Slashing and piercing resistance (Legendary)
Self-repair: All damage will be fixed over the course of a day.
Self-cleaning: All built-up dirt, grime, and other foreign matter will be shed at midnight each day.
This brassiere is the envy of every active woman.
Legendary underwear, self-cleaning even: that’s the shit, she thought with a laugh while playing with the bra, trying to figure out how to slip it on.
Fumbling, and a few hair-fighting false starts later, she had it on correctly and let out a huge sigh of relief. Much better, I feel like it will be easier to figure out walking now, without them bouncing about so much. Not being totally naked helps too. Now for the panties.
Concentrating on the spell once more she cheered when she succeeded on the first try.
Reaching in she grabbed the last item making the vault disappear with a puff of magic again.
When she studied the panties, a similar window popped up.
Name: Indestructible Panties
Style: Boy-shorts
Color: Black
Rarity: Legendary/unique
Properties: Cotton and spandex weave.
Durability. ∞
Enchantments:
Slashing and piercing resistance (Legendary)
Self-repair: All damage will be fixed over the course of a day.
Self-cleaning: All built-up dirt, grime, and other foreign matter will be shed at midnight each day.
These panties are sexy enough for that intimate encounter with a durability fit for the battlefield.
Chester stepped into them gingerly and pulled them up. Hopping, to prevent herself from toppling with her foreign balance.
Wow, Freya wasn’t kidding when she said squeezing. These things are tight as shit, she thought while pulling them up. A final hop to get them over her ass and she was set.
Speaking of ass, how did I forget to check my ass out? Wow nice, tight and round, and perky. I’m like the Queen of sexy, It’s kind of outrageous. Freya did say one of her aspects was sex, so maybe it gives her free reign? It’s like I’m an anime character. Or something drawn by one of those graphic artists that like to do the outrageous girls. I’m so going to abuse this. An evil giggle escaped her lips.
“Freya, I’m not sure what I did to warrant this, but thanks for making me a weapon of sexy and not some butch peasant girl. Though, some things might have been easier to adjust to if you had,” she muttered. Here's hoping she didn’t make me a but-her-face. I'll have to hope that my charisma score means what I think it does.
Jumping up and down she appreciated the new support then started pacing, being very careful not to step on the loose bone-shards.
The pacing helped her adjust to the way her new body moved and its different balance.
I’m not trying to be an ass Freya but shoes or boots, hell even socks, would have been nice, she griped after stepping on a missed shard.
As she paced, she took a better look at the cave and discovered a tunnel hidden behind a fold in the stone that disguised it from a quick glance.
Peaking in she saw that it disappeared into darkness after about ten feet. She sighed. Not a good idea to head into the darkness naked and barefoot. Well, I should try the other skills I received first.
Another vagina punishing cramp enfolded her. Yeah, not a good idea to travel into darkness barefoot and bleeding out my snatch. Fuck, now my panties are bloody wet. She lamented as the wetness set in. Well at least they’re self-cleaning, I’ll just have to take them off before midnight; whenever that is.
“How do I use; summon-musical-instrument?” she asked aloud and received the information. This time the intake left a splitting headache, and she returned to her spot on the floor to bear it out. A few minutes of throbbing later and it started to ease, before fading and leaving a hollow feeling in its wake. That’s annoying, I wonder if it’s because of the amount of information, or because I did two in a short span. There was more information this time. I guess I’ll have to do more experimenting.
The information on summon-musical-instrument was similar in some ways to the inventory Pyth. It focused on the form and shape of the instrument. Using her new sense of the magic around her to pull it in and form the matrix.
A few failed attempts and she was able to summon a credible copy of her acoustic Fender from back home. It wasn’t perfect and very out of tune, but after some fiddling, she was able to get that sorted.
Once done, she grinned and played a few bars of a favorite song, thrilled that she could have her guitar whenever she wanted.
Taking that Minstrel class is starting to look up. Especially, if this world is violent. I wouldn’t stand a chance against people that have trained with weapons their whole lives. I'll have to depend on my wits and charms.
Ok, so now that I have an instrument, I can try the other skills. Wooden gem needs dead wood to be useful and all I have are bits of shattered bone and vines.
“How do I use Shaped Growth?” She asked.
In response a spike of pain lanced through her head and darkness took her.