The First Jump

I woke up to a loud, happy song about someone reflecting on how little they’ve done. Just the mood I thought I’d like to wake up to a few weeks ago. Remarkably, my back felt fine. I had come to accept a while ago that I’d just have those aches and pains, even at 22. My dick was stiff though, like every morning alone, which was every single morning. Maybe it was just trying to point out that I needed to get out there and meet someone.

I got up and went about my usual morning routine. I felt more awake than usual for 7:30am, but eh, even I have good days. I didn’t feel particularly hungry, so I just grabbed a bottled drink from the fridge, glancing at my apartment’s other room as I walked by. David’s room. Of course the door was closed, but I could still smell just a hint of that smell. He smokes something not quite legal with a new girl every few weeks. Honestly, I don’t know much about **** beyond knowing I don’t want any.

David did make decent money though, legal or not. I won’t complain about his rent contribution. I could still be jealous of his apparent ability to find plenty of girls willing to bang him though.

Well, to games I guess. Within 5 minutes I was leaning back in my chair, legs up and game open.

A while later, I glanced at my phone to check the time. 3:48pm. What the fuck? Had it really been 8 hours? I was self-aware enough to know that I could game whole days away, but not without breaks and food. I looked at my drink. Still half full. That’s not normal!

I put my feet down and looked out the window. It did look like the afternoon. I stood up quickly and looked down at myself. I didn’t feel anything but fine. No hunger, no thirst, not tired, not sore from barely moving for 8 hours, it was weird. For a minute I just wondered at it, walking to my bathroom mirror to see if something was visibly different. I just looked like always, brown hair, hazel eyes, pale skin, slight bags beneath my eyes. Nothing was different.

That’s when a thought wormed its way into my mind. I felt tireless, like that dream. Somehow all the information was still there in my head, as if it was a real event. Assuming that was the cause and not just some weird medical or psychological event, this was big. I had to check though and I was going to check logically, with something physical.

My heart was racing now as I looked around my room for some way to test this. Pushups, I knew my limit was around 10-20 before my arms would get seriously tired.

I dropped like a drill Sargent had yelled to give him 20. It took a couple to get my adrenaline under control, but then I kept going. After 30, I rolled over and stared at the ceiling, I could still feel the adrenaline, but there was no fatigue. Holy shit. I had to test more, but that was pretty convincing to me.

Thinking through what I could supposedly do, most of it was contingent upon having a ****. My method of control suddenly seemed a good deal bolder and more visible than I would like. I had a good idea what this ritual would require, mostly time, firelight, and reciting something meaningful to me. However, knowing that did not fix the whole abducting someone problem.

Planeswalking, that’s what I would try. I looked at my console, suddenly abandoned minutes earlier. I had a momentary thought for my safety in choosing a world to try and travel to, but hey, if it works then I’m immortal too. It was a heady feeling, contemplating actual, real life immortality.

Skyrim was my first thought, as it probably would have been the first choice of many other people. I pictured bikini armor and a broad snowy world, then realized that was just my modded version. Anyway, it was worth a shot. Guessing, I tried to will a portal into existence on my wall. Holy shit. It just worked, easy as that a flat blue oval appeared, and presumably there was Skyrim through it, hopefully modified from its cannon.

I didn’t know what more to do now, so I just psyched myself up and touched the portal. My fingers brushed past the plane, looking oddly truncated, then I felt gravity shift as I fell through.

I fell in darkness for a few moments, weightless. Then light returned and I jerked my head back reflexively, hitting it against something hard. I blinked a few times before really making sense of what I was seeing. It was snow capped mountains. That’s it, it’s all real. Standing up, I saw something that filled me with more awe and fear than playing Skyrim had ever managed. I looked over the crenellations of the tower I found myself on and saw the burned and destroyed husk of Helgan.

The cold wind hit me then, cutting through my meager t-shirt and athletic pants. This place was both gorgeous and somewhat terrifying. I could remember stuff I’d done in this world so well, but it was on a screen then. I heard noise from one of the gates. Looking there, I could see a group of six people decked out in various fur and hide armors walking through and then closing the gate behind them.

Then a few things came to me in quick succession. First, 5 of them looked like nords, 2 men and 3 women. The sixth was an orcish woman with playboy proportions and a fighter’s physique covered in actual fur bikini armor. Second, they were all quickly taking note of my presence on the tower. Third, they were drawing their weapons while the orc shouted at me.

“Get down here right now or else!” Her guttural voice boomed over the whole destroyed fort.

I only thought for a moment before deciding to try diving into this world. This was all so exhilarating.

“O-okay!” I responded in what I hoped was a decent manner, quickly turning to run down the spiral staircase. I had to slow down for the rubble though, so it actually took a good half minute.

Opening the door cautiously, I could see the 4 women standing away from it. The 2 men must be next to my exit then, to make sure I don’t run away. The tactic was reassuring to me, because it was one I had seen in numerous games. I’d even done it myself in tactical games.

This was just so awesome. A living, breathing version of my gaming fantasies was spread out in front of me. There was even a orc with thighs I wanted to squeeze, a waist like a dancer, and tits that could only barely be natural. Only a white furred bra and panties covered her most intimate parts while a few other pieces were wrapped around parts of her arms and legs. Her face looked like it might be pretty too, if she wasn’t growling something while advancing towards me.

“Wait wait! What did you say?” I took a step back, genuinely wondering what she said while I was apparently zoned out and staring.

“Ghra! Come out here and face me or I will end you now!” She stopped her advance only 10 feet or less outside of the door, staring me down.

I glanced down at her heaving green chest. I had already decided to dive in, hadn’t I?

I stepped forward, and forward again onto the steps toward the ground. Glancing right and left, the men were indeed blocking those escape routes a bit outside weapon range. I really hoped at that moment that my combat knowledge from too many games was actually transferable. Stopping on the bottom step, my eyes were now level with the orc beauty’s chin.

“Name yourself.” She spoke more quietly this time, but still with that slight rumble. I could really see her tusks now too, short and pearly white peaking through her lips.

“I’m, uh, John Aster.” I began hesitantly. “I’m not from around here, just seeing the sights. And you?” I punctuated it with a smile, trying my best to be friendly and not trample any customs without explanation.

“Hah, I am your god at present, Gemash.” She announced with a hint of a smile, but it wasn’t exactly reassuring. “Where did you acquire your clothing?”

And there goes my immersion. I forgot I was wearing exactly what I put on this morning, black track pants and a grey athletic t-shirt, oh, and no socks or shoes. I had been too engrossed to think about it until now but I must look simultaneously strange and stupid.

“Umm, a store.” What was I supposed to say?

“No shop in Falkreath or any other place I’ve seen.” She retorted, the growl returning.

“Well, I’m not from here, so…” I could tell I might be making some headway, or not.

“Let combat decide the truth.” She tossed her axe behind her, obviously leveling the field between us. Thank god for honor and bullshit.

She stepped forward and flexed her arms back, chest rising. I stepped backwards and tripped over the uneven steps behind me.

She lunged forwards, covering the short distance in a second. I jerked away from her fist moments before it would have crushed me against the steps. Retaliating on instinct, my loose fist landed against her hard stomach and it felt like I was hitting solid muscle. Then my fist kept going just a little beyond where I expected my **** to die against Gemash’s abs. Her tits shook with the impact, mesmerizing me for a moment.

I expected a hit following my distraction but it didn’t come. Gemash fell to a knee and reached for the steps next to me to halt her abrupt collapse. Her short hair covered her face as I looked around at the others. They were looking at the two of us in varying degrees of shock.

One of the men stepped towards me, raising his sword into a fighting stance. He looked both afraid and determined.

“George.” The other man yelled over my head. “I’m not dying here!”

The determination on George’s face cracked, then he turned and ran back for the gate, passing by the three women. The other man followed suit. One of the women spared them a dirty look.

“Cowards.” She muttered. “He has no weapons. Circle and kill.” Her order was directed at the other two women, who trepidatiously assumed fighting stances to begin advancing with their de facto leader. They took a few steps forward past Gemash’s discarded axe before faltering.

“Stop!” Gemash bellowed, trying to stand and only barely managing it. She stared down the women in turn, standing taller than all of them with a hand clutching her stomach.

“The fool won. So that is it.” Gemash continued on, even as the others slowed. “By your honer you will respect your captain’s defeat. Even if by luck.”

“Damn you both!” The new leader shouted, stomping the ground in frustration as she turned to leave. “We will do this without you greenskin.” With that, they all left, regularly scowling back at us before exiting the gate.

I was grateful they all left without a real fight, cause by now I was realizing that intellectually knowing I’m fine and seeing people with swords and axes want to kill me were not exactly on the same scale. Gemash’s ass was also quite the sight from my seated position behind her. My lizard brain was hopelessly confused.

“Soooo…” I began, hoping Gemash would fill me in on what all had just happened.

She turned towards me, her fur-cloaked crotch at eye level. She already looked better than when she had first stood back up. In that moment, a few things clicked into place. This was Falkreath Hold in Skyrim, a place I’d only seen in a game, and in that game health measured how far from **** a character was. There were no truly serious injuries like lost limbs and deadly infections. Even in my modded experience, a day was enough to recover from the brink of ****. Healing magic and potions could reduce that to minutes or even seconds. So that must hold true in this whole reality. It just made more sense than assuming this world followed my own world’s rules. Wow.

“You have defeated me in a battle that I initiated.” Gremash intoned like she was reciting scripture. “Until I deem your mercy to me repaid, I will serve you as Malacath declares the weak must serve the strong.”

She did not bow, simply standing before me and looking down into my eyes. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say. I knew a lot of Skyrim’s lore but mostly at the level of X god does Y and Nords have infinite honer until they don’t get what they think they deserve. I had supported Ulfric once, just to see what it was like.

“Okay.”

We looked at each other for a few seconds seemingly waiting for the other to say something.

“So, do you know what happened here?” I asked.

She had heard a rumor about Helgan being attacked and had come to scout it out for valuables that might have been left. As for the wider world, the imperial legion and the stormcloaks were at an impasse with Whiterun stuck in the middle. It was a good time for bandits with plenty of lightly guarded roads, ruins, and outposts. The only thing they had to avoid was coming into direct conflict with the cities and the two armies. Gemash seemed to take my interest in banditry well, seeing as that was her specialty for the last few years.

During the conversation we began to walk around the ruins of Helgan. Gemash picked up her axe and a few other things she found. According to her, if another orc had bested her they would not be anywhere near as kind as me. Meanwhile I was thinking about my mindslaver ritual. I realized that today was the first day of the month for both my world and this one, so I had only 6 or 7 hours before midnight to try it.

I decided to mention to Gemash what I needed for the ritual and she took it well, saying torches would be easy to find and she knew what it was like to be blessed. She had been blessed by Dibella. I could see that. She also seemed to think I was blessed by Sheogorath, which I decided not to argue. I did identify a bit with the mad prince and his way of making everyone think twice and doubt themselves.

Maybe half an hour later we had gathered everything Gemash and I considered useful into the tower where I came to this world. I started setting up a circle of torches around the top of the tower and then laid out coins in the rough shape of a circle big enough for Gemash to sit in. On a whim, I added a crossbar of mugs, leaving the center free. The setup felt very much like a discount summoning circle for a drunk god and I was kind of pleased with it.

Gemash was finally hesitant when I told her to sit in the middle of this, but sat down with my assurance that she would be fine. I told her this was only practice. I wasn’t summoning the mad god and I wasn’t sacrificing her.

After lighting 8 torches, I sat down on the chest and looked at Gemash. The sun was still an hour or so from setting, but the torchlight was significant enough to provide near shadowless illumination to all her features. She looked beautiful sitting there surrounded by my inane ritual setup. The light reflected off the golden coins and onto her bare midriff and the underside of her bust.

All I needed now was ritual music. I began humming a random tune, hoping for inspiration to strike. I knew plenty of tunes, but right now I couldn’t recall the words. So I made some up.

“I see, you now, before my eyes.” I mumbled quietly to a slow tune. “I didn’t think I’d be here today. Today, on the first of the month. I wonder why. I wonder how. I wonder who we’ll be tomorrow. Here we are, today. You look so fine, no need to fret. I see you, you’re beautiful.”

I continued like that for what felt like a long time, just talk-singing about everything on my mind and edging towards racier things as I went. I know I said something about how I wanted to see more of her breasts and what rested below. The light seemed to dim as I continued. At first it seemed magical, but then I noticed the sun was dipping behind clouds above the western mountains.

Soon enough, I felt that tingling sensation in my spine. I had felt it when I inadvertently blessed myself, so the ritual must be working. I had thought of an actual song now, and when I reached the last refrain about silence I felt it was done.

Looking at Gemash, she now seemed entirely unbothered by the whole ritual. There had been some iffy parts where I briefly wondered if tying her up would have been a good idea. Now it was like I had asked her to take a break up here. Of course I wanted real confirmation, so I reached for that magical part and tried to will a bond into existence between us, forming a hive mind.

“Gemash, stand up and remove your armor.” I tried ordering her over the psychic link.