Human Gunslinger

There's so many options to choose from, your head is nearly spinning, so you fall back on your old role-playing days. If there's one thing you remember, non-human races always have some weird flaw or issue that makes everyone else look down on them, so you decide to just roll a human.

Choosing a body is next, and is almost as daunting a task as choosing a race. This leads you to looking through options for several minutes, before one body sticks out to you. She's a tall, proportional redhead, her long tresses flowing down to the middle of her back. Her skin is pale, and clear, ice-blue eyes peer out from beneath her bangs. Her legs seem to go for miles, ending in an incredibly firm, round ass, and hips with just the right amount of flair, tapering to a slim waist, then flaring back out. Her breasts are rather large, probably a DD-cup, with somewhat largish, suckable nipples capping them, and not a hint of sag. Before you can think twice, you reach out and touch the body, and with a rather disorienting flash of light, it's you.

You can't resist running your hands up your sides, before cupping your breasts. With how perky they are, you would have thought they were fake, but they're most definitely real. You subconsciously massage them, little shivers running down your spine, and you moan as your fingers find and pinch your nipples. A hand drifts to your pussy, which you find damp, gently flicking your extending clit, and the shivers turn to a blazing fire in your loins.

With some regret, you pull your hands away. You have much greater concerns right now, such as the massive shopping mall that appeared while you were exploring this body. Massive is an understatement. Racks of clothes and weapons run as far as you can see, and there's other shops listing cybernetics and spells as their wares, as well.

You opt to start with clothing, and begin perusing the racks. After a few indecisive moments, you decide the underwear isn't really necessary and move on to clothing. It turns out a lot of the clothing also counts as light armor, something you're fine with. You envision yourself as a gunslinger, moving gracefully through gunfights, pistols blazing, not a heavily-armored tank. The massive racks of clothing and footwear take a bit of time to search through, but you finally settle on a pair of extremely low-riding black leather pants and a dark brown leather vest. You walk over to one of the numerous full-length mirrors and have a look at yourself. The pants ride so low your damp slit is barely covered. The top third of your ass crack is visible in back, your firm, muscular cheeks swelling over the waistband. The vest features a wide U-shaped neckline, sweeping down from thin shoulder straps to fasten just below your breasts, affording an excellent view of the tops of your breasts and the entirety of your cleavage while still managing to keep your nipples covered, if just. It stops just below your navel, a slight V revealing your cute bellybutton. Both garments, the knee-high black leather boots with 4 inch stiletto heels you slide your feet into, and the dark brown fingerless elbow gloves adorning your arms, are rated to stop most pistol rounds up to medium caliber. A wide gunbelt settles around your hips, at once hiding how low your pants ride, and offering tantalizing glimpses of flesh if they ride up.

Moving on to the weapons, you find the search to be much faster, as you're really only concerned with a selection of handguns. You settle on three separate pairs. The first pair is two enormous chrome-plated beasts, with .50 Magnum stamped on the sides. They pack a punch, there's multiple ammo loads to choose from, and they can be smart-linked via cybernetics. You grab them, with 4 8-round magazines per pistol, and two 100-round boxes of ammo. One is marked Semi-Armor Piercing, High Explosive, capable of punching through lighter armor before exploding in the target, and the other is marked High-Velocity Armor Piercing, capable of tearing through all but the heaviest of personal armors and many vehicles as well. The pistols go into holsters on the small of your back, with two magazines of each type loaded and ready on your thighs. The next pair is a set of matte-black 5.7mm automatic pistols, with 2 50-round extended magazines per pistol. These go on your hips, loaded with standard armor piercing rounds for general purpose engagements. The last pair is a set of small holdout pistols, chambered in 10mm, with 2 6 round magazines per pistol, stored in your boots alongside stiletto knives in case of emergencies. The surplus 10mm and .50 ammo goes into a small belt pouch on your gunbelt.

The cybernetics shop yields some interesting options after that. Enhanced reflexes and speed, eye-weapon smartlinks, internal radio/phone, strengthened skeleton, skinweave armor, enhanced night vision, an internal computer with eye display, and extra oxygen supply are all musts. The canal reinforcement and enhanced vaginal muscle control were added as afterthoughts.

As you look back at the shop, you realize it has gone dark, and there's nothing more you can do here. With that, you turn to the exit of the mall, and are prompted with large blue text floating in the air: "Your mission is to..."

"Retrieve the stolen prototype."

"Find the information leak and plug it."

"Find the programmer logged into terminal 492217 and bring them in."

"Rescue The Fox."