The Airship

Doctor Seuss once said that three things will happen when an event occurs. You will let it define you, destroy you, or strengthen you. I'm currently debating whether I'm going with one or three.

Contrary to expectations, I didn't wake up in some remote corner of a Dust shop, or already in my dorm at an academy.

No, the screen decided it'd be a good idea to start on stairs. You know, the long, narrow flight of stairs that connect large vehicles to a boarding gate. I gulp, finding myself uncomfortably high in the air, and nearly tip over when the passenger behind me rights me, looking both concerned and annoyed.

I wasn't expecting that to be the first emotion I'd elicit from someone from Remnant, but there's always room for improvement, I suppose.

I quickly throw a "thanks" over my shoulder and keep going, stepping inside the airship and sighing gratefully once I have a solid floor under me.

Well, first things first. While everyone continues boarding, stowing away gear, bags, pets, or whatever weird shit they brought along, I find and subsequently lock myself in the nearest restroom. No one better get the urge to make a deposit.

Weirdly enough, the toilet is right behind the door. I'm wondering how hard of a job the maintenance crew must have, but waste no time to strip. I want to see what I'm working with.

The biggest disappointment is I'm not ripped. Shame, slightly realistic, but may I raise the point that I was granted magic fuck powers and teleported into a fictional fucking world? At least most of the fat of my older--other?--body is gone, replaced with the occasional mass of toned muscle.

Like a dolloping of paint splotches, the octopus spots I was warned about stand in stark contrast to my skin. Coincidentally, they're my favorite color, blue. Or maybe that was intentional? One of them covers my left eye, giving me a Dalmatian look. Maybe a girl will find it cute?

Another pleasant surprise: my new dick size. I'd always been average, nearly five inches, which is more than most, but now the whole thing is thicker, the tip is more prominent, and four inches longer. Holy moly.

I play around with it for a minute, then pull my clothes on. As far as outfits go, the screen has taste, I'll give it that. I'm wearing a cream-colored dress shirt, with loose shoulders and sleeves, under a darker cuffed vest with stylish straps holding it in place. My bottom is covered by cargo trousers rolled up to the knees, and, for some reason, I've got a crotch guard sewn into the crotch of said pants.

I wash my hands (like any reasonable person should) and make my exit, maneuvering through the throng with renewed confidence.

Despite any worries I had, it's laughably easy to find a seat. Even more so next to my first target. I shrug, letting loose a sigh as I plop down beside Blake. Her bow is twitching, with what I realize now is the same annoyance she viewed me with when she saved my ass from falling not even fifteen minutes earlier. I hadn't connected name and face because of my panic. Can you blame me?

She glances up, watching me store my bag--yes, I've got one too--above my new seat before claiming the other half of the bench. I stick out a hand, offering a smile despite my heart beating wildly. Can she hear it?

"Hey, thanks for keeping me from going splat."

"...Who are you?"

Ah. It hurts a little, but I roll with it. "The guy ahead of you in line. Remember?"

Recollection thankfully takes root. "Oh. You. Sure, it wasn't that much trouble."

She returns to her book, and I'm starting to feel indignant. Is it just me? Or her?

Regardless, this cannot stand!

'How do I activate these weird powers? Screen-kun wasn't exactly helpful in describing that part of the process.'

[Glad you asked, Conquerer! You can access the menus by thinking their names. 'Powers', 'Stats', and 'Goals' are your options. To access information and toggle your powers, use the powers menu.]

I manage to keep this squeal inside, passing it off as a surprise attack burp. Blake briefly looks away from her book, but I'm not interesting enough to keep her attention for long.

'Of course, you're here. Still love giving me heart attacks, hmm? Alright then...Powers.'

The dialogue is replaced by a long list.

[Powers]**[Heat:]**

]The longer you spend around a Faunus, the more they'll start to feel like it's mating season. Sit a couple of feet next to a Faunus for an hour (like in a class), and they'll be open to most vanilla sex you'd suggest.]

[If you keep them waiting they'll eventually become so hot that holding you down and mounting you in broad daylight until you've emptied every last drip of cum into them will become a very frequent reality.]

[Images:]

[To win your attention, people will send risque pictures of themselves. It's especially the shy ones who do it, who're so easy to bully into sending more after slipping in a back-handed comment.]

[Soon you'll have perfect **** material that will "****" them to do whatever you desire. They'll say that they want you to delete the photos, but secretly love the power that you hold. It gives them an excuse to act like a dirty slut without saying that they want to be.]

[Rumors:]

[After rocking someone's world, they'll feel this yearning to tell the whole world how you ruined her chances at being satisfied by any other future partners. They'll share every detail to their friends, religiously swearing they're telling the absolute truth. It just isn't fair if no one else is fucked as good as them.]

[Others will most likely become curious and wish to see if the stories are true. Fuck them too and the legend of your fucking skills will spread faster than wildfire.]

[Milfs:]

[Every mother has the desire to set you up with their daughter. Of course, the mothers will continuously delay asking you to go on a date with their daughter for... reasons.]

[Such a shame to let their inexperienced daughter be with you, right? You need someone who knows what she's doing, and besides, a good mother would test her daughter's future lover, right? No mother wants their daughter to date someone who can't fuck her brains out and make her forget her name.]

[Combo Powers]

[Animal Magnetism:]

[You're capable of creating pheromones that only Faunus can pick up. The pheromones have a short range and induce a feeling of needing to protect you, arousal, or dependency, depending on which you need at the moment. You can make a Faunus addicted to your touch.]

[You may also choose to become a Faunus. Choose which animal you gain traits from, as well as the traits you're choosing for yourself. You must, at minimum, choose either a tail or ears of said animal.]

[Like Mother, Like Daughter:]

[The ties between mother and daughter become tighter. When you romance/fuck one, the other gains the same feelings for you. The first time you meet the mother, it will be a magical night as she teaches her daughter how to fuck you good. IT'll be harder to talk out of a mother-daughter threeway than the other way around.]

[Faunus Traits]

[Extra Arms:]

[The octopi Faunus gets three extra pairs of arms, mirroring the number of appendages on a regular octopus. When not needed for combat or sex, these arms meld back into the original pair after a short delay. Additionally, the hands can morph into tentacle tips, if the other bed partner has...exotic tastes.]

[Ink:]

[A blue smoke cloud with the viscosity of smoke can be expelled orally, anally, or via the pores. It obscures sight for all others, but the person it originates from will only see a transparent gas.]

[Enhanced Flexibility:]

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[Since the original animal lacks a rigid skeleton, octopi Faunus have much less solid shapes as well. This enables the performance of body stretches worthy of an Olympic gymnast. If you've ever felt the urge to suck your dick or munch on your snatch...]

Under the passive skills, like Images and Heat, there's a red tab. It takes just a thought to change them all green.

The effects of Heat are instantaneous. As the last passengers board, she begins squirming on the bench. She swaps books, pulling a different one out of her bag. I'm gonna guess that the rather mundane and misleading title hides erotica.

The next twenty minutes should be enough, but I wait the entire recommended hour, spending it exploring the menus invisible to everyone but me.

When I close the screen at last, I find Blake rubbing her thighs together, biting her lower lip, and sweating buckets. She scratches through pages at an intense frequency, her brow furrowed. An occasional moan and whimper escapes her lips. They're nice lips. Kissable.

When the scent of her arousal reaches my sniffer, it's time. I scootch closer, placing a hand on her thigh. Our eyes meet as it rubs over her crotch. And said crotch is extremely wet.

Nothing needs to be said; nothing needs to be asked. She knows what's about to happen, and I know exactly what I'm going to do to her.