Where TF am i?

"Huh!!!" He screams, shocked at what he is seeing but this shocking discovery quickly fades when he finally realizes just how well this news solidifies every crazy idea he had last night and effectively answering the question why he is weak.

Infact he is super excited.

He goes and sits down on a nearby tree log and with a serious face he fondles his breasts and lets out a satisfactory "Uhh..." and says, "man, their soft," while outwardly showing a perverted smile like some crazy perverted old man.

"Urgh!! What is wrong with you," the Arrogant girl screams in disgust.

"She's a witch Murler, what do you expect?" says the girl the jiggly breasts looking his way.

"Hey, when you say 'witch' you mean magic and shit, right?" asks Roz with some excitement showing from his eyes.

"Yes," she replies, "and judging from your red dress, I'd say crazy magic is the right word for it which is why I need to know why you, a red rose, are here of all places," her breasts jiggle.

He smiles.

He looks away from them and says, "ok, you won't believe this, so i fell from the sky and i was here-"

"Let's kill her," says Murler (the arrogant girl), "we are wasting our time here"

"no," she refuses "we need to…"

"But…"

As the two talk, Roz takes this time to explore all of his other thoughts to make sense of things.

'1. I fell from the sky from my bed. Ok, totally normal.

2. I am a girl. Sure.

3. And i can do magic. Makes perfect sense.'

He sits on some nearby rock and fondles his breasts some more while thinking and he hums and nods by himself, "hmm…hm."

While he does that his hand becomes rigid and more difficult to handle every time he tries to fondle these robust feminine breasts on his girly body.

He keeps at it until a girly voice finally speaks to him saying, "stop that"

He immediately turns his gaze to the girls but there is no reaction. They are both still deep in their conversation.

So he speaks to the voice, "why?"

"Why!?" it responds.

He gets up and looks around and confirms that this voice is definitely coming from his head.

"I presume you are the owner of this beautiful body i am in?" he sits back down.

"Sadly, yes and would you please stop fondling my breasts."

"I can't agree to that"

"hey!?"

"lady, as much as i like what's going on here I really don't like being kept in the dark here so spill. Where am i and why?"

"You were summoned."

"I figured that much. I need you to tell me something i don't know"

"ok, i was in a-"

He senses something coming at him.

He reacts instinctively but his body is still recovering and so the reaction time is slowed and he gets caught up in the attack.

A spear rams into his torso repeating a hole through his intestines. There's blood everywhere.

And the force of the impact sends him flying across the ground and through a nearby tree splitting it in 2 and lands shortly after it in a dusty frenzy.

"Argh," he groans "why am I so weak"

"you're still not used to this world yet," says the voice in his head.

He gathers whatever strength he's got and slowly gets up from the ground.

He checks how badly he's wounded but the wound is gone like it was never even there. He still feels sore where he was hit.

He takes a deep breath and calms down.

"Rayer," a chill runs down his spine to the sound of that voice.

He turns to see the man speaking.

A tall masculine beast of a guy slowly walks to him and he is dress in full red and black metal armor, and with a deep soft voice he speaks, "you betrayed the kingdom and you know what that means, Rayer."

Roz stands tall and firm but this little feminine body he is trapped in trembles to the sight of this guy.

The voice in is head (Rayer) doesn't even dare to speak. But he can feel the fear running wild in her body towards this guy.

"Don't go quiet on me little girl," Roz mocks her, "speak"

"it's over," she replies.

Roz boldens up and tells her, "that's not an answer-"

Two broad hands wrap around his small neck and strangle him while lifting him off the ground.

He gasps for air.

Roz Powerless to this new world, he can only watch helplessly as he loses consciousness and slowly, he faints...

***

Some time later he wakes up in a moving carriage strapped down and chained.

The two savior girls are right next to him and they are chained too. They look angry yet vulnerable.

"My good lawd," Roz reacts to their charming feminine appear.

"We should've killed you when we had the chance," says the arrogant girl. (Murler)

"Am fine thank you for asking," Roz says sarcastically.

Then a guard punches him in the face.

"f*ck! You would punch a girl?" says Roz while 'mauwing' away at the pain on his cheeks.

"Silent you traitor!" says the guard.

"Guard! Ready the prisoners," A superior voice calls from the front of the carriage.

"yes sir," guard responds.

The carriage stops and Roz and the two girls are moved to separate cells in the ward prison.

***

Some time later, Roz and the voice in his head are finally alone in the solitary cell and there is a brief moment of silence before Roz breaks it.

"Rayer?"

"Yes?" she responds.

"Why am I here?"

"I summoned You."

"why?"

"Isn't it obvious by now?" she pauses. I need your strength"

Roz remains quiet and she continues, "and please don't deny it I have witnessed your strength."

"Yet I am weak."

"Roz, i am a sorcerer, a mage or a witch if you will and my area of strength is with magic because i excel at it, thanks to my affinity for magic, but i am weak to physical attacks."

"Yet your body seems to take a fall from the sky and claw attacks from beasts."

"Yes, i admit i do have some resistance to physical attacks but that is only to a certain degree. The man we fought, his name is Renol he outranks me in combat and his attack should've pierced me and rendered me unconscious but it had no effect.

To put it into simpler wording, I summoned you to this world because I need your strength but my summoning was cut short and so your transfer to this world was incomplete and to compensate the summon fused you to my body."

"I see."

"yes, somehow this fusion made it harder for me to chant spells but in return it has given me almost complete resistance to physical attacks in ways i never knew was possible."

"Oh lady, you flatter me," Roz jokes. Then he asks the lingering question, "that attack cut through me and there was blood everywhere yet there was none when i checked"'

She pauses before saying, "what you saw was what I subconsciously thought was my sure end."

There was some silence.

He stared at the empty dark room for a moment and then said, "you are really terrified of him, huh?"

She doesn't answer.

"How do I get my body back?" he asks

"We need a relic."

"Ok, how will that help?"

"A relic is a magical item that has extradentary magic stored inside it, i can used that power to boost my own and in theory be able to complete your summoning and free us both."

"That sounds great, where do we get one of those?"

"The king"

"Of this kingdom?"

"Yes."

"Ok," he gets up, "let's go get it," he smiles.

"huh…" she sighs her disbelief," you truly amaze me Roz, it's like you forget where we are, besides, even if we get out of here there is more trouble awaiting."

"Uh huh."

"The king of this kingdom has the most powerful battle mages protecting him and they are far more power than Renol."

He sits back down and lets out a depressed sigh.

"So, what's the plan?"

"There is none. The moment Renol showed up it was over."

"That sucks."

He starts to feel a warm welling of power inside him, "oooh… that feels good."

"My magic has finally recovered," she says.

"So that's what magic feels like? Orgasm?"

"Yes- what!?"

The cell room door opens and 2 guards walk in with spears while the remaining 3 stand at the door with some kind of magical weapons. And for some reason these big beefy guards seem terrified of this little girl.

The guards take him out to the Courts for his trial.

***

At the Courts they throw his girly body onto a wide-open arena like a stadium and a short very fat noble walks onto the podium and reads him the charges.

The guards call out his name like royalty, "Lord Mo' Ron!" and they say it with such vigor.

Roz laughs. But Rayer quickly controls his hand and covers his mouth to avoid more trouble.

The lord speaks, "You, Rayer L Royale," he scratches his fat belly, "are charged with TREASON!" he says that last part with a heightened pith voice, "you will die by Emagication."

"No," she says…

The whole crowd in the stadium shouts, "YEAH! KILL HER! KILL THE WITCH!"

Roz looks to the side and asks her, "is it that bad?"

"For a me yes, Emagication is completely draining all of my magic until I there's none, without magic I die!"

"Damn, that's bad."

"We need to get out of here now…"

Red clothed mages surround him before he can escape and they form a powerful barrier that traps him inside.

"Wait it's happening now?" says Roz surprised at how quickly they acted, "damn girl, what did you do that they want you dead this badly?" he jokes.

The mages begin to chant magical spells and their staffs glow in unison.

Shortly after, magical light particles start flowing out of his entire body illuminating him in a thick yellowish-green smoke of light.

After the mages spell is complete, the light smoke begins to clear out and the head mage reports to the lord saying, "my lord, it is done."

The crowd cheers.

But soon these cheers turn to confusion when someone screams, "she's still alive!"

"Impossible!" says the head mage and he goes to looks and he doesn't believe his eyes, "she survived an Emagication!? IMPOSSIBLE!"

The lord rowdies up the guards, "I said KILL HER!"

Before they could act upon this Renol jumps onto the arena and they all stop and bow away giving him room to walk through.

"I was willing to let go of the fact that you a mere Rose was able to survive my piercing spear," he speaks, "but it appears fate would let me correct that error."

He readies his spear and leaps out. Dust busts out, "NOW DIE YOU WITCH!" he yells.

Roz vanishes with the rising dust and next thing everyone sees is Roz's girly body standing over the unconscious body of Renol. Looks at the guards and says, "who's next?"

***