I guess I didn't have pets for a reason.

You have the most bizarre dream. Two creatures, vaguely humanoid are talking about you while you drift slowly in a weightless space full of what look like distant stars. You have no idea what they are saying as it is in a language that you imagine no human being has ever heard, but the fact that you are the subject of their heated discussion there can be no doubt to you, although you can’t say why you would know this. One of the beings you somehow imagine as female even though the creature is only vaguely humanoid and seemingly made up of stacks of long crystals of the deepest blues and blacks. The second similarly built creature is a bit larger and by the tone and quality of it’s speech and build you imagine it to be male. They seem to be holding what looks like a lump of clay or rock that the two of them are busying themselves in sculpting while they discuss you far, or perhaps just, below them as the exact concept of space seems to be lost on you at the moment. Their heated debate continues as they fight over the lump, all the while they in turn tug and pull at the clay causing it to change form till you see it is apparent it is taking on humanoid form itself. They seem to be making some kind of doll or sculpture of some kind, ‘how peculiar,’ is all you think. The female one seems to be in control as she works it, with the male one stating his opinions, and occasionally grabbing the doll for himself. Then apparently finished the female one simply casts it violently to the far corners of wherever you are.

You awaken from your dream sitting up suddenly just barely refraining from screaming as you do. Looking around frantically your eyes straining to focus you are instantly aware of the fact that it is quite hot. “No, I can’t be in hell! Where am I? What is, wait…” Your voice trails off as you are now distinctly aware that it simply isn’t your voice. The voice coming from your mouth is somehow just not right. “What is wrong with my voice?” Rubbing the sand from your eyes you are then aware of a couple more things, the first being that you are stark naked, the second that your hands are not exactly the right color. Rising to your feet in a state of near panic you take a moment to look yourself over. To your shock you can now see that you are around 5’4” tall, very slender, with nearly perfect c cup perky breasts, tight nicely tanned abs, and a completely hairless pussy. In a state of complete amazement you take a moment to survey your surroundings. Thin clouds overhead block out the tiny bit of moonlight, yet as you look around your eyes seem to suck in every last drop of light, amplifying it 100fold till the dark night seems bright as day. Making a slow circle you are amazed that all you can see are rolling sand dunes. Now a bit more panic sets in as you yell out, “Is anyone out there? Hello! Help! Where am I?”

Then you get an answer from a most unlikely source, “Is something wrong?” Asks a tiny red and white striped snake, although you are quite sure the answer was more in your head than it actually speaking, as it simply raised it’s head and flicked it’s cute little tongue at you a couple of times.

“You are a snake?” You ask it stupidly.

“What else would I be?” It asks back confused.

Just then you see the wide red silk blanket you were lying on also holds a small pile of clothing as well as a tiny dagger, a stout bronze staff, and a little red purse on a long thin chain. Turning your attention back to the snake you have to ask, “What is your name?”

“It is Bitey of course, have you forgotten what you named me mistress?”

“Bitey.” As you repeat the name you have a momentary flash of what almost seems like a fog shrouded memory of picking out a baby snake in a basket at the most colorful market you know you have never seen. “What is my name then Bitey?” Then you think to add, “I am testing you of course.”

“Yes mistress. Of course I could never forget the name of the woman that awakened my intelligence, it is Veldoria Hassan.”

As you hear your name there is another flash and you suddenly seem to be aware of some impossible feats you are capable of. You imagine yourself in this body focusing your concentration to create an invisible shield that encases your entire body to protect you from harm as well as the elements that seems to be protecting you now. The ability to summon small balls of fire that either streak out to strike 5 different foes, or immolating a small area if you strike them together. As well as the ability to focus your sight to either pierce the darkness, or read the auras and powers of both people and objects. With this knowledge you turn your attention to the pile of clothing and items. Thankful for your little ability, your sight reveals the dagger to be magically reinforced and has the power to return to its sheath if you ever throw or drop it, the staff seems to have the ability to heighten the fighting skill of anyone wielding it, and a little silver box tells you it can create any type of plant desired.

Somehow empowered by all of this knowledge, you decide finally to do something about your nudity. Picking up the pile of clothing you realize there isn’t a whole lot to be done as apparently you are a bit of a slut. The only three articles of clothing are a pair of bronze sandals that you find are much more comfortable than they first looked, a tiny silk undergarment that is the smallest thong you have ever seen, and finally an ankle length almost metallic looking red silk dress that is cut up both sides of the legs to the hip leaving the front and back only about 8” wide, and with a plunging neckline that drops to below your navel and revealing quite a bit of cleavage, and the back is open to the waist. All in all as you pull everything on you imagine the complete look is quite beautiful. Checking the little purse as you hang it around your neck you find 20 gold coins about the size of a dime, and 5 small pearls, and a tiny black statue of a horse that your sight tells you can become a real horse if you give the command, which you do as you set it on the ground. It grows to massive size, it’s back just over the top of your head, but thankfully there is also a saddle, bags, and even more welcome, stirrups. Grabbing up your blanket, you slip it into one of the bags, let Bitey climb up your arm, finally settling on your right shoulder, and pull yourself up on the horse.

Looking around you don’t see any signs of anything, but the sun does rise majestically over the sand dunes. Invigorated by the light of the morning sun you check the packs for anything else and find a spyglass and map, among other things that don’t seem immediately useful. Pulling out the map you realize it is also useless as you have no idea where you currently are and decide to ask, “Which way should we go Bitey?”