AN: When cleaning up the 4th chapter, I ended up adding a lengthy beginning section since the transition from the chats with Fortuna to the world was a bit jarring. In the process I basically wrote a new short chapter. So, I'll be putting up this new chapter, and then what was originally the 4th chapter (now the 5th) today. Chapter 6 on Wednesday.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Sluts! Sluts Everywhere!

There is much that the human mind conjures into being when they think of darkness. Little good is mentioned, though it serves an important purpose. It allows for rest from the wearying activities of the day, and causes people to draw close to feel better protected. As fearful as the dark might be, it also brings people closer together.

Scott Traveler would not have minded a bit of human closeness as he sat huddled in the darkness of a forest in the early morning. The sun chose not to rise before his insertion into the world. From long experience with survival situations, he knew that attempting to navigate a strange area in the dark was foolish. The only reason to do so would be if there was no choice.

"Go to another world, she said. It'll be sexy, she said," groused Scott as he sat on the stump of a tree. He'd appeared wearing a simple cotton T-shirt and a pair a blue jeans. That alone told him more about the type of world he'd come to than even the information his mind already processed from his spiritual download.

"Where's my shotgun?" he muttered, after the first rays of the sun broke through the curtain of night. He spent several minutes searching in the dim light of predawn but saw no sign of it.

"Right. You're going to let me keep it for a week. What a pant load..." mumbled Scott after he searched the area in what he considered a thorough manner. The predawn light did not help the situation much.

He picked what seemed to be the tallest tree around, and climbed it as high as he could. His visibility above the forest was limited, but what he saw did not fill him with hope. "Trees. Trees every fucking where," he said after a moment.

After he climbed back down, he searched the area until he found a rock and a sturdy tree branch. He then made a mark in the largest tree, picked a direction and walked straight forward. Every so often, he marked another tree with an arrow symbol pointing the way back.

Over an hour passed before he stumbled across something unexpected. "A campfire?"

Cautiously, he snuck up on the blazing glory. A campfire meant people. It was possible that his salvation was at hand. His eyes widened in disbelief as he managed to catch a glimpse of who sat around that fire.

Sluts! Sluts everywhere! Well, those were his first thoughts. Admittedly, it was rude. These girls might be prudes for all he knew, or even normal girls into cosplay. Immediately thinking of them as promiscuous sex objects based on their attire was not right. He knew that intellectually. But what should a man think when he bore witness to five variably busty women sitting around a campfire, while each of them wore what looked to be a cross between armor and lingerie? It was like the Playboy Mansion decided to throw a renaissance faire and he was gifted VIP status.

Memories, remembrances of things that he'd never experienced before flowed into his mind. The world he now lived upon was created long ago in an attempt to create a reality that mirrored a perverted role playing game. Both men and women wore ridiculously improper armor due to aesthetic value and sexiness. The system rewarded it due to the fact that hit points scaled with charisma. Increasing charisma with skimpy outfits made a person harder to defeat in a fight. It was simple game science really.

The girls spoke in quiet tones, though laughter occasionally erupted. It was not until their twin-tailed leader, a girl referred to as Anna, said, "Man, those loggers yesterday were a joke."

"Yeah, three experience points each was ridiculous," replied a buxom brunette sitting nearby. "There aren't any quality men around, like, at all."

"Can't be helped during tournament season. We're not allowed to hunt in town, and the men rarely leave the walls till it's all over. The whiny little bastards," said Anna.

"Speaking of bastards, one of those loggers told me to be gentle because it was his first time," muttered a pink haired girl. "That's so not what I went hunting for."

"You keep telling yourself that Cerise," said Anna. "You were practically drooling when you saw that one guy's abs."

"Well, he had his shirt off... What kind of guy goes topless in public?" asked Cerise. She lifted her gauntlet clad hand to her soft pretty lips and yawned delicately. "That's indecent, you know."

"Only if you don't have a fire hydrant on hand," said the brunette. She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and said, "Am I right?"

"So, right!" exclaimed a blond girl on the other side of the fire. She giggled softly, then bit her lower lip and moaned a little, "That one lumberjack could jack my lumber any day... did you see his?"

"Yes," chorused the girls, before they burst out laughing in unison.

"He was blessed, I tell you. Blessed," crowed the brunette.

"Though, I wonder when you got lumber..." said Anna to the other blond.

"Whatever! I thought it was funny," said the girl with a pout. Her pouting brought another round of laughter, this time at her expense.

Scott felt a sense of relief wash over him. He did not like to label people based on first impressions. He amended his previous thoughts with a smile. These girls might actual be wilderness sluts after all. What they spoke of next involved certain erotic actions that one did with the spoils of battle. The gleeful way in which some of them pumped their fists up and down while laughing, was all he needed to know on the matter. The girls were definitely not prudes.

The average man confronted with five fitness models in lingerie armor might be tempted to step out of the shadows and greet them. They were only women in ridiculously sexy clothes. What harm could they do to a grown man? Scott was not such a fool. An unknown woman was just as dangerous as a man, and a group of them might easily become homicidal rage monkeys just like a group of men.

He paid attention to their words, and noted their weapons nearby. They wielded melee equipment, though they spoke of things like fire hydrants. Reconnaissance was king. Only fight battles where victory is possible, unless there is no choice.

These girls spoke of attacking a group of loggers, that told him they were aggressive and did not a fear a man. His manliness would not save him if they decided his was worth experience points. Hell, manliness might cause even more problems after he heard what they did to their spoils after the battle. Those poor unfortunately, extremely lucky, loggers.

There was a definite double-standard from his experience. If a group of guys claimed women as their sexual due after stripping them naked back on Earth, it would be decried as the most horrible of crimes. Women doing it to men, might be seen as a fun night had by all. Hypocrisy. Hypocrisy everywhere.

Scott eyed the giddy gaggle of girls. Five-to-one odds were terrible. Further, he was unarmed. Discretion was the better part of valor here. He needed information, possibly supplies, but these girls did not seem to be a good source of it. Not with his current resources. Still, their presence and conversation proved that people lived in the area. It would be best to backtrack and travel a different direction in the hope of stumbling upon people less likely to turn him into beef jerky for points, or steal his manly innocence. Though, he was not entirely concerned about the latter scenario.

He did his best to slip away into the forest once more. Scott followed his tracks and marks back toward where he started. Unfortunately, the coming of the dawn removed a great deal of the natural shadow to hide in as he moved. All it took as one girl to stand up, the brunette in this instance, and his cover was blown.

"Hey, is that?" asked the brunette. Scott made great time despite being quiet, He possessed neither means nor inclination to measure it, but he'd moved the better part of tenth of a mile away. However, it was an old growth forest. Once the girls were standing above the brush it was easy to see his figure moving in the distance.

"It's a boy! Is he cute?" cried the blond girl excitedly after throwing her hands to her face. Her eyes wide, and mouth hanging open, a slight hint of drool escaped her lips.

"Geeze, girl, tone it down," said Anna. The others looked to her questioningly. The twin-tailed leader shrugged back at them. "Wait till we catch him first," she said with a lecherous grin.

The girls let out a happy cheer then banked the fire and got ready to move out. They had a man to hunt.

In the distance, completely unaware that he'd been spotted, Scott continued to do his best to escape from his unknown fate at all possible speed. It would be easy to lose himself in this forest as visibility dropped substantially after a while. Thankfully, he'd cut an easily discoverable trail that any idiot could follow in the dim light of morning. He would not want to get lost, after all.

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