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I awoke with a splitting headache and a body full of burning desire. A shadow darkened my view momentarily and my training kicked in. I rolled to the side across the bare ground and leapt to my feet. While I found no enemy before me I quickly became aware of my own nakedness as I stared out at a fortified camp laid out before the portal.

I warily studied the camp as I could find no sign of anyone else in the area. It looked old, abandoned by its four or five previous occupants long ago as evidenced by the state of their bedrolls and nests. The overhanging lattice of spikes was a serviceable defence. Several books were stacked next to racks of equipment which looked similar to a distillery, I could only hope they would be as useful as the ones I had tried to bring with me. The strange paintings on the camps rock walls seemed an odd compilation of Ingnam legend and vistas and demonic figures. This, more than anything, gave me hope that previous Champions had survived here for quite some time.

It wasn’t long before I found weapon and armor racks allowing me to cover my shamefulness with the only armor small enough to fit me. The armor, inscribed with the word ‘Amily’ on the collar, was composed of a series of interlocking leather straps, fabric linings, and small metal studs. I continued to suppress my body's burning desires even as I found a myriad of sexual toys in the war chest along with several bandoliers of vials containing strange looking liquids and powders. I could only figure these must either be lubricants and aphrodisiacs or tools of war created with the distillation equipment. Either way they could prove useful.

Donning the bandoliers and the dirks designed to fit the armor I noticed an odd gap in the fitting of its leather pieces. A strange hole under a loose piece of fabric located just above my tailbone. Stranger still, this armor had no matching footwear, forcing me to don massive metal boots and stuff them with fabric from one of the nests to hold them firm to my feet.

Looking out I tentatively stepped away from the campsite, alert and scanning the ground and sky for danger. I walked for the better part of an hour, marking the rocks I passed for a return trip to the camp. It worried me that the portal was so open on this side, and it was totally unguarded save for the lattice.

It wasn’t long before I was standing once more facing the campsite; the portal's glow clearly visible from inside the tall rock formation. Looking carefully I saw my own footprints leaving the opposite side of the camp, then disappearing. I looked back the way I had come and saw my markings vanish before my eyes. The implications boggled my mind as I did my best to mull over them. Distance, direction, and geography seemed to have little meaning here, yet the campsite remained exactly as I left it. A few things clicked into place as I realized I found my way back just as I was mentally picturing the portal! “Perhaps memory influences travel here,” I thought aloud, “Just like time, distance, and speed would in my world!”

This wouldn’t help at all with finding new places, but at least I could get back to the camp quickly. I was determined to stay focused and learn how to traverse this gods-forsaken realm as I set out once more.

I walked for quite some time, roaming the hard-packed and pink-tinged earth of the demonic realm. Rust-red rocks speckled the wasteland, as barren and lifeless as anywhere else I’d seen. A cool breeze suddenly brushed against my face, as if gracing me with its presence. I turned towards it and was confronted by the lush foliage of a very old looking forest. I smiled as the plants looked fairly familiar and non-threatening. Unbidden, I remembered my decision to test the properties of this place, and thought of the campsite as I walked forward. Reality seemed to shift and blur, making me dizzy, but after a few minutes I was back, and sure I’d be able to return to the forest with similar speed.

Heading into the barren wasteland once more I eventually came across the humidity and scent of a freshwater lake. Turning and taking a few quick strides I found a lake so massive the distant shore was not visible. Grass and a few sparse trees grew all around it. The trees seemed to bear the most unusual looking peach-sized fruit. Its whisker-like protrusions and sweet scent made it both alien and tantalizing. Resolving to study it further before trying to eat any I plucked the ripest looking fruit and put it in my pockets.

Rather than return immediately I continued down the edge of the lake. As the trees grew thicker I became aware of the sounds and scents of cattle and took a few steps to the side before turning.

I nearly screamed as I turned to see a canine woman in a straw hat and overalls staring with dull interest at me from the midst of her garden as she leaned against her hoe.

“Welcome stranger,” her words didn’t quite match her mouth movements until I realized how much more mouth she had to talk with. “It sure is pleasant to see a new face 'round here. My name's Whitney, and it's mighty fine I don't have to pitchfork you like most guests. It sure has been a few years since we’ve had a Champion come through here, so here’s the short version. This here’s my farm. That lake is where the goddess lives, so most monsters get all weak when they come about these parts. Save the sharks, gooies, and the weird fetish cultists.”

“If yer willin to do some work round here I can’t pay ya in gems, but I can share a bit’a the produce. Past Champions and other humans ‘ave liked my peppers and fruits quite a bit. ‘And I’m not just the president, I’m a customer.’”

My expression must have told her that I hadn’t followed the last comment in the slightest as she continued. “Er, what I mean ta say is, I eat the peppers myself. So, if you wana look like me, their the thing ta eat. Oh, uh, most a the foods and stuff around here have... transformative properties. I kinda figured you would’a known that with all those samples yer wearin.”

Her words finally clicking I lifted the bandoleer. “I found these in the camp of my predecessors. Do you know what they do miss Whitney?”

“Its just Whitney. No need ta be all formal like.” She inspected the samples and shook her sizable head. “Sorry, looks like old Rathazul’s alchemy, though. If I had ta guess, I’d say he distilled the essence of a buncha things. Those vials are either gonna be strong transforms or poisons.” She lifted a plump pepper which had a considerably phallic appearance, heightening my already suppressed urges. “See, eatin one’a these might change ya just a little each time. But if he’s made a vial from a buncha these yer gonna transform a lot real quick, and I bet that’s gonna feel real good. Better have a man handy, if ya know what I mean.”

Even in the waning light I felt she could see the dark skin of my face redden, or perhaps she could simply smell the pussy juices dripping down my thighs. Embarrassed and horny despite my curiosity and grief I stiffly walked away thinking once more of the portal, and of the toys stored nearby.

I found it surprisingly easy to unstrap the portions of my armor I needed to pleasure myself as the sun went down and a starless black sky with a faint blood-red moon came overhead. At first I couldn’t bring myself to use any of the toys, instead using only my own fingers. When I determined that wasn’t enough I threw open the chest and found a suitable dildo, but the more I used it the more aroused I became. I soon realized that with each orgasm the pink phallus was pumping me full of powerful stimulants. But at this point I was so horny that even without it I was experiencing repeated orgasms at the slightest touch.

Exhausted after several hours I finally climbed into one of the nests and fell asleep without bothering to remove the rest of the armor or refasten it over my exposed privates.