Lewd Ascent - A Futa LitRPG Ch. 096-105

4.22 - Dreaming

With Zoey's arousal having washed away, she would admit the aftermath was the the slightest bit awkward. Fortunately, Maddy also seemed intent on brushing past the horribly degenerate things the two of them had engaged in. Not that, literally speaking, they'd done much degenerate, not compared to Zoey's new standards. Masturbating in front of another girl? Even with another girl's teleported pussy, it wasn't that strange, not compared to a twenty-inch cock bulging her girlfriend's stomach out, or Rosalie and Zoey sharing a cock to fuck Delta for the first time. But it still felt that way.

Fortunately, they had meaningful distractions to concern themselves with. Maddy's new spells. Or, spell. The second one she'd sketched during Zoey's 'recharging' hadn't come out correctly. Apparently, Maddy had been too distracted to formulate complex spell designs. Understandable.

But, her first spell. The one she'd made before the event. That was ready to go.

"It's the obvious one," Maddy said. "Arousal. Which, um, probably not something you want to deal with, now. Having just ..." she coughed. "But it's the most fitting to your class, and a novel enough application I gravitated to it. A spell that arouses? A tricky spell to invent, even piece-meal. It might not work. I've never heard of such a thing. But I organized the glyphs in such a way that it should." She frowned. "It can sometimes be an art more than a science, spell design. I hope I got it right."

"Should I use it on myself?" Zoey asked, studying the diagram, which Maddy had handed to her.

"Well, who else, silly?" Maddy asked.

Maddy paused.

"Oh! Um! I mean—!"

"Myself is fine," Zoey rushed to assure her. Like usual, Maddy's innocence—which was only half innocence, she'd discovered—was endlessly endearing. "I'll do my best. Getting something right the first try is going to be hard, though."

"Try as much as you need," Maddy said, cheeks pink. "I'll critique, like usual. That's why I'm here."

Zoey wasn't sure why she'd suggested she'd use an arousal spell on Maddy. Obviously casting such a strange spell on herself should have been her default instinct. Just, external influence seemed more natural. Or maybe it'd been her pervertedness guiding her. Which, she would admit, existed. After all her recent adventures, she had to concede she was far from a vanilla, blushing dilettante. Her preferences were becoming more refined as the days passed.

Days. Only days? God, what would she look like a few weeks from now, if she'd changed this much in less than a week? Or months, for that matter?

Then again, had she really changed? Or just been introduced to a lifestyle she'd easily accepted?

She focused. She had a spell to test.

Using the diagram Maddy had quickly thrown together, Zoey used her newest arcana specialty and attempted to manifest an arousal spell. The design of the spell defined most of the behavior, but some mental guidance was required, too. In this case, picking a target. She chose herself.

And was surprised to find the spell not fizzle. Though Zoey was improving, and learning to experiment with new spells rather than a single, she hadn't expected her first attempt to be a success. Especially because it'd been hastily assembled by Maddy. The blue-haired girl hadn't sounded confident she'd gotten it right.

A hot surge of arousal coursed through her, shocking in its speed and intensity. That, of course, meant Zoey's rather-noticeable equipment, thus having been sated, stirred to life, stiffening and making even her loose pants suddenly very tight.

Though Zoey half paid attention to that. After so many lewd adventures, both contrived and chosen, she'd grown accustomed to dealing with arousal. But produced through a spell? The forcefulness, and lack of stimuli to arouse her naturally, somehow made the effect more intense, not less.

A shaky breath escaped her lips as she fought down a sudden urge to pin down the wide-eyed, blushing girl in front of her. She wanted to do it so badly. To climb over Maddy and give her fourteen inches of stiff girl cock. To bump around in her deepest reaches, joining their lower halves desperately.

Through great effort, she chased the urge away. Or down. Definitely not away.

"It worked," Zoey said, voice shaky, glancing away from Maddy.

Maddy stared at Zoey. Zoey got the impression some of her previous thoughts had shown through, and that Maddy had read them plain as day. Zoey cleared her throat, still looking somewhere safer. Maddy's robes really were unreasonably tight. Was that intentional?

Obviously not. Equipment dropped from random shards. But fuck, it looked good on her.

"It worked," Maddy stuttered. "That's good! Um. It's pretty strong, I'm taking it? It is your third advancement rune, so, um. Makes sense."

Maddy's awkwardness only had Zoey's urge to pin her down spiking even higher. How was this girl so cute? Zoey knew a quick way to dispel that hesitancy. Once she gave the girl a proper taste of her cock, she wouldn't blush every time the topic was brought up.

Swallowing, and disoriented at how intense the arousal spell's influence was, Zoey said, "First try. I'm impressed. You said improvising spells is hard."

That, at least, started to drag them back. The spell's effect was dispersing, bit by bit. Not gone, but fading.

Maddy was pointedly not looking at the bulge in Zoey's pants. "It's not the easiest thing, but I've been training for it forever." The talk of spellcasting was, unsurprisingly, a topic genuinely effective at distracting Maddy. "I really didn't think it would work, though. Haven't ever heard of a spell that arouses someone, so I had to make some big assumptions."

"And the others?" Zoey found it hard to focus. Half because of the spells effect, half because she couldn't wait to test this out with Rosalie and Delta. What kinds of noises-and begging-could she draw out of Rosalie when combining this, some chemical enhancements, and growing Rosalie her own cock, as Sabina had recently invented? Could she gave her girlfriend climaxing without even touching her? That would be a fun event.

Focus, Zoey chided herself.

"Other applications?" Maddy asked. "Let's try out anger, then pain? I have a feeling those won't come as naturally to you, though."

Probably true. The arousal spell had been surprisingly easy to cast on the first try. It aligned to her class.

Further testing was best saved for later, though. Namely, when Maddy wasn't in the crossfire.

***

Magic lessons wrapped up, Zoey headed back to the guild. Up in her room, she discovered—unsurprisingly—Rosalie hadn't returned. She wouldn't for an hour or two, maybe more. Normally, Zoey would fill this time with studying. Especially with Sabina's new rewards, she found herself both intrinsically and extrinsically motivated.

But there'd been something she'd wanted to test. With how packed her schedule was, some exciting discoveries had needed to be put off. With a moment to herself, the opportunity to experiment had arrived.

[Potion of Expanded Consciousness] - Open the consumer's mind to the dream world, allowing external influences to delve deep into one's psyche.

It wasn't the only potion Sabina had catalyzed that Zoey intended to play with over the following days—the aphrodisiacs and sensitivity enhancers were tragically underused—but she'd been slowly formulating plans for each. Maybe it was best, even, that they'd been left to the wayside. Zoey had a devious event planned for Rosalie's first time with her own cock.

For now, the dream potion.

Zoey didn't know what it would do, and, based on the description, maybe she was being reckless by not taking precautions. Then again, what precautions were there? And Sabina had warned her, but not seemed overly worried.

Still, Zoey didn't simply take a swig and crash on the bed. She made minor preparations. Namely, an alarm, as to hopefully only be out for a cat nap—and possibly cutting off any unpleasant experience, if it turned out to be such—then wrote a note for Rosalie, leaving it on the nightstand, should this end up sinking Zoey into some fugue.

That done, she popped open the dubious potion and downed the vial. It tasted like cinnamon. A more pleasant taste than many of the ones she'd drunk.

Almost immediately, she was hit with a wave of vertigo. She swayed on her feet, then staggered into the bed, only half controlling her collapse. She blinked rapidly, vision already going fuzzy, and fumbled the empty vial onto the nightstand next to the note.

Trepidation, of course, reared up at the sudden, intense disorientation, and how quickly her vision was fuzzing and turning black, but she'd expected it. She settled onto the bed, more of a controlled collapse, then cozied up against the headboard, propping herself with pillows.

Her eyes, impossibly heavy, finally sagged shut, and her head lolled to the side, unconsciousness claiming her.

4.23 - Kali

Zoey's consciousness expanded, one awareness traded for another. She floated from high above, formless, with pinpricks of light bursting into existence beneath her. Tens of thousands of them, varying colors, linked by spindly, trailing ribbons connecting the points in a spiderweb of dizzying complexity.

It took a second to organize her thoughts. Having a moment ago been chemically knocked unconscious, she had to fight off a fogginess in her brain. It lifted slowly. She found herself floating, without a body, above the sea of lights and interconnecting ribbons.

She tried to make sense of it.

'Open the consumer's mind to the dream world' had been the potion's description. So this was that, then? The dream world? Were each of those colorful lights a dream? The mass floated too far away to make out in detail. Could she move, somehow?

It came naturally. Her formless body drifted, guided by her intent, descending into the ocean. While from above it had looked like the lights were all at the same elevation, as she approached, she saw that wasn't true. There was a depth, with some orbs higher and lower, though not by much. The sky, and the space above the mass, however, was empty.

The pinpricks expanded into orbs as she neared. Strangely, the ribbons stayed the same size, despite her descent, not growing with her shifting perspective as they should. It was a disorienting effect.

She did her best to ignore it, growing vaguely nauseous. With the nearest orb nearly on her, she focused on that, instead. The glassy, misty sphere grew until she could make out details.

A scene played out inside the orb's depths. Fascinated, Zoey finished closing the gap. The image was discernible, though not clear. It seemed to be a stress dream, the unfortunate subject—a middle-aged woman with short brown hair—having an animated, heated conversation with someone important to her.

She could almost hear what they were saying. Zoey pressed a little bit closer, and—

And bumped her head. Not that she had a head, being a formless, floating construct of thought, but that was what it felt like. She'd been rejected from inspecting the orb—the dream?—closer. Or perhaps from entering it.

She wondered why. The orb had a yellow tint to it. Did the colors mean something? Looking around, other lights—some near, some far—had different hues and of varying vibrancies.

Zoey watched the woman's dream for a few moments, running her fingers—her mind's fingers?—across the glassy-mist pane, questingly, testing for weaknesses or a way in. But Zoey was barred from this one. Surely not all? It would make this adventure rather anticlimactic.

Considering her class, Zoey had a suspicious how this would work. If there were a category of dreams she were allowed to slip into, what would it be?

Zoey turned away from the yellow-tinted orb. She floated upward, leaving the previous behind, and scanned the ocean in front of her.

Sex dreams. Obviously, those would be the ones Zoey could invade, or had some sort of affinity toward. How did she identify which those were?

Were the colors identification? Describing the type of dream? And maybe the saturation described the intensity?

What color would sex dreams be?

Pink, Zoey settled on, eyes falling onto the nearest. She descended back into the sea of pinpricks and lines, approaching the orb.

Her theory over color categorizations was proved in short order. Inside the vision—foggy, as the previous, but clear enough to see—a blonde woman was being thoroughly handled by three men. Zoey paused, despite having expected something of the sorts, then politely withdrew. Beyond not wanting to join in on that scenario, for obvious reasons, she'd rather find a dream that was more in the 'beginning' stages than the 'well into them'.

Plus, more even than the prospect of getting to play around in strangers' dreams, she found herself intrigued by the landscape in general. The dreamworld and how it worked. She wanted to explore more before diving in.

The previous orb had been deeply tinted, which would line up with her suspicion that intensity of the hue meant intensity of the dream. Deep pink, to represent the woman's erotic dream that had been well underway.

Ascending to get a better view, Zoey searched through the ocean of spheres, then, identifying a lighter pink one, pulled close.

Her second guess was right. Or at least not proved wrong, since two points of data couldn't guarantee anything. But this dream, a softer hue of pink, featured two men trapped in a closet together. Zoey got the impression it was a memory being relived. The dream hadn't actually taken the turn toward what it was obviously leading to. Zoey assumed once it did, the hue tinting the misty sphere would darken considerably.

Zoey departed quickly, feeling like she was intruding. And, obviously, as the previous, the dream wasn't territory she wanted to encroach on. Reasonably, the dreamworld didn't present only dreams suited to Zoey's preferences, but all dreams. She left the dark-haired man's burgeoning fantasy to himself.

The intimacy of the previous two fantasies made Zoey uncomfortable. Her initial wonder and excitement was fading now that the novelty was wearing off—if only in a tiny way—and she started to doubt the ... well, ethicality behind this. She was effectively spying on people's inner thoughts and desires. For that matter, diving into someone's dream and commandeering it—especially in an exciting manner—was questionable, too. The people she partnered with wouldn't know Zoey was real, that their intimate fantasy was, while a dream, still with another actual person. Her enthusiasm sagged, realizing that.

Though ... she wasn't so troubled with these realizations that she put off exploration entirely. Maybe peeking in on people's dreams wasn't strictly ethical, but Zoey wasn't some saint. At a minimum, she wanted to know more about how the strange landscape worked. The issue of inserting herself into the dreams, she would consider in a second, but as far as the lesser sin of peeking in—well, to assuage her guilt, she promised herself she'd keep their secrets. Not that she'd likely ever see any of these people again.

She explored, learning more about the dream world. It didn't take long to confirm a few rules. First, the color of the orb was the dream's classification, the primary emotion ruling it. The three most common were yellow, pink, and black. Stress, lust, and nightmares. Plenty others were present, though in smaller quantities. For example, red for anger. Blue was trickier, but she eventually settled on melancholy. The deeper the shade, the more it moved toward 'grief'.

The ribbons connecting the dreams were the stranger part. No matter how close or far she drew to them, they didn't change in size. That said, some were larger than others. Some so faint as to barely be visible, a thin floating strand of spidersilk, and some almost a finger's width, a taut wire. Those were rarer.

Closer inspection revealed nothing, but Zoey had a theory. It seemed the obvious one. With how the ribbons always led from one orb to another, the ribbons represented links. Relationships. The thin ones, acquaintances, the thicker, family or lovers. She couldn't prove the theory, floating between some of the endpoints, but it seemed reasonable. Barring proof otherwise, she tentatively accepted it as true.

Then, because she couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer, she found a candidate dream. As she'd expected, while she couldn't barge into dreams of different categorizations, the pink ones—lust—Zoey was much closer attuned to. She picked one with a lighter hue, where the action was building, but hadn't begun.

She didn't know if she felt comfortable doing anything inside the dream—anything exciting—but she still wanted to experiment with the capability.

The dream she picked was a promising one. The young, black-haired woman was out in public, seated on a park bench. With her hand on the orb, and focusing, Zoey found she could peer in and intuit the woman's thoughts and the developing scenario. Kali—and that was her name—fidgeted in place, glancing nervously around at the other park-goers.

Little by little, even, Zoey started to feel the woman's thoughts.

She shouldn't be doing this. She had a book propped up on her lap, half-way blocking the view, so she ought to be kind of safe. But then again ... not really. It was a terribly flimsy defense, and that was the point. Her other hand, the one not holding the book, slid across her inner thigh, thumb brushing against herself. She shivered in excitement.

In public. She shouldn't.

She popped opened her pants button, breath coming faster. She looked around frantically. No one was paying attention, but still. Out in public. At the park. Really? She was doing this?

Her hand slid down her stomach, into her pants. She rubbed over her panties, massaging herself, heart slamming faster and faster. She felt the pounding in her ears. How had she gotten so insanely wet, so fast?

As long as she was careful, she'd be fine. Right?

Zoey pulled out of the woman's thoughts, then shook her head in disorientation.

Could she enter the dream entirely?

Slowly, Zoey's outstretched hand sank into the glass. A moment later, she was falling, diving into Kali's fantasy.

4.24 - ❤ Dream Delving

Kali felt the dream crystallize. One moment, she was blissfully enjoying a tantalizing fantasy at the park, hand slipped into her panties as she rubbed herself, and the next, the dream became both ten times more real, and also blatantly false. Not only was she suddenly aware, but she could feel herself sleeping peacefully in her bed, both in the dream, and there. Two places at once.

She froze, hand stuffed into her pants. Her heart slammed from the tantalizing excitement of a moment earlier, and while it didn't fade, it shifted. She knew she was dreaming, now.

But the difference in clarity between the fantasy, and what she faced now, was night and day.

Shame surged through her as her hand in retreated. Really. This fantasy, again? At least this time it wasn't up on stage, pleasuring herself in front of an audience. Her perverted mind had insisted some discretion.

Why did she keep having these dreams?

Well, she knew why. The real question was, why did the idea of exposure excite her so much?

More importantly, what was going on? Why had everything become so startlingly real?

With the crystallization of the dream, and the awareness that she was dreaming, Kali's thoughts slowed, then picked up. Well, if it was a dream ... then no harm, right?