[RW] [The Lewd Traveler] 1 – A Dream Come True

[A/N: First off, I do not own Cyberpunk 2077, this is a Fanfic, using Creative Commons, it's purely for entertainment purposes and to ask the 'What If?' question]

[A/N: This is a rewrite of the Lewd Traveler and takes place in Cyberpunk 2077, this will be available to all tiers]

Deep within a simple apartment, a girl, one that couldn't be older than 25, could be seen sitting in a small bedroom covered in various posters, books, novels, and comics.

Meanwhile, the girl sitting at a desk could be seen sitting before a computer, the screen showing the end credits of Cyberpunk 2077.

The girl finally let out a sigh as she examined the world of Cyberpunk, now that she had gotten every achievement and 100% of the game.

Yet, she only experienced one path so far, one of three for the main character, V.

Corpo.

Just as she was about to start a new game, this time choosing the 'Street Kid' starter option, she heard a slight 'Ding' from her phone nearby, notifying her that it was nearing midnight.

Groaning in displeasure, she exited the game, but not before opening her mail first, ignoring all of the spam or suspicious mail that appeared every day, before finally stopping on a peculiar email that caught her attention.

[Ready to live another life in another world? With our survey, we can find the perfect match for you! With a wide host of possible realities, ranging from medieval fantasy worlds filled with adventure, dragons, magic, and more, to Death worlds filled with nothing but war, death, and everything in between]

Once she opened the email, she realized she fucked up, as her entire PC lit up like a flashbang, completely blinding her before she felt her body go numb and her mind faded to unconsciousness.

As if the world was glitching, a holographic screen glitched into existence above the girl's head.

[Host selected]

[Error]

[Error]

[Unknown Interference Detected]

[Error]

[Attempting to contact System Overseer]

[Error, Unknown Interference Detected]

[Error, Resuming Host Selection]

[Host Selected]

[Scanning for suitable Dimension]

[Suitable Dimension detected]

[Cyberpunk: A7-D3-Z0-9234-Z1]

[Selecting System Template]

[Error, Uknown Interference Detected]

[Multiple System Templates Selected]

[Error...System Template Selection needs correction]

[Contacting System Overseer]

[Uknown Interference Detected]

[Multiple System Templates Selected, Resuming]

[System Templates Integrated with Soul]

[Soul Extraction Commencing]

[Soul Extraction Complete]

[Beginning Erasure Procedures]

[Temperoal Signature Erased]

[History Erasure Compelte]

[Extracting....Extracting]

[Extraction Complete]

[Selecting race...human...error, Uknown Interference Detected]

[Selecting race...Succubus Selected]

[Selecting Gender...Female...error, Uknown Interference Detected]

[Selecting Gender...Futanari...completed]

[Constructing Vessel...completed]

[Uploading Soul into Vessel...completed]

[Initiating Wake-Up procedures]

[Providing Basic-Starter Kit]

[1,000 Eddies, Neural Link, Chipware Sockets, Interface plug, and one basic ID]

[Have a wonderful day, and thank you for using !@#!@%!@# ERROR, ERROR]

...

Ugh...

I couldn't help but groan as a killer headache assaulted my head and I felt hungover even though I don't recall drinking last night.

I don't even remember going to bed last night, did I pass out?

All I remember is closing out of Cyberpunk and then opening up my mail only to be met with a flashbang of light.

As I felt the rough ground, I opened my eyes and was met with...what the hell...?

As I quickly scrambled to my feet, I realized that I was certainly not in my room if the alleyway I found myself lying in was anything to go by.

That's when I noticed several other things that were...different.

A strange feeling along my back, a strange feeling between my legs, and so much more.

Everything felt different, more sensitive.

Loud sounds, voices, distant gunshots, car horns, and so much more blasted my senses as I felt like I was going to collapse.

Even my body felt different, stronger, taller...healthier.

Stumbling to the wall, I rested against it as I adjusted to the overload of my senses.

That's when it got worse.

/=========+=========\

Name: Salem Mavirah

Class: N/A

Level: N/A

Health: 60/60- (15) [] Mana: 35/35 (12.5) [] Stamina: 40/40 (10)

=[Attributes]=

Strength: 15/Agility: 15

Vitality: 10/Endurance: 10

Perception: 15/Reaction: 15

Intelligence: 15/Wisdom: 10

Focus: 10/Willpower: 25

Charisma: 25/Luck: 5

=[Skills]=

Active: N/A

Passive: N/A

Resistances: N/A

Racial: [Charm - Lvl 1], [Glamour - Lvl 1], [Summon Lesser Demon - Lvl 1], [Demonic Claws - Lvl 1], [Drain Life - Lvl 1], [Empathy - Lvl 1]

Unique: [All-Speak]

Path: N/A

Path Points: 0 Points

Level Rewards: 5 Attribute Points

-0- Free Attribute Points

\=========+=========/

Wha-...What?

As a holographic screen glitched into reality before my eyes, I couldn't help but judge.

What the hell is happening? Was I drugged? Was this a dream?

As I felt like I was going to have a panic attack, I suddenly heard someone shout something further down the alley towards me.

"You there! What's a pretty thing like you doing on our turf?" A gruff voice asked.

Looking up, I was met with the sight of three men, all lanky and boasting strange rocker boy-like hair, with one featuring an afro, the other a mohawk, and the last some messy dreads.

"What the hell, you some sort of exotic?" One of the men asked, looking at the top of my head and my backside.

Disoriented and afraid, I try to stumble away from the encroaching men, only for one to grab me.

In pure instinct, I swiped at the man's arm, my nails somehow elongating and turning black.

The man's flesh tore, and he cursed, pulling his arm back.

"FUCK!" The man cursed, before swinging at me, striking me in the face and sending me to the ground.

Crying out, I fell to the ground.

What was happening? Why was this happening? Why...? WHY?!

I lashed out, suddenly angry, scared, and afraid as they only got closer and closer.

Following my instincts, I reached out and grabbed the man's arm.

Suddenly the very life began to drain out from the man as the skin around my hand began to dry and decompose, within moments the area I touched had completely decayed of life, turning black.

If the man didn't suddenly throw me off, I fear his entire arm would have decayed and become mummified.

"What the fuck is going on here?" A woman's voice asked, aggressively.

Turning to the side, I saw the woman.

One I instantly recognized as the bouncer of the Mox in Cyberpunk 2077, a game I was religiously playing for around two weeks straight when I was not working or running errands.

"But out of this Gonk, or we'll flatline you," One of the thugs threatened.

"Or what? You think you can cause trouble in Mox territory and think you'll get away with it?" Rita Wheeler asked, threatening the men while she rested a baseball bat onto her shoulder as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.

That's when I noticed she was not alone, a few more women came from around the alley corner, all armed with firearms and melee weaponry.

Cursing, the three thugs back off, quickly making their escape.

Seeing the men run off, Rita stepped forward.

She wore a...revealing tank top, had two metal arms with blue spikes going along her forearms, and featured vibrant purple hair.

She reached down, offering a hand while asking, "You good, Choom?"

Hesitant and still very much delirious, I began reaching out only to pull my hand back, causing the smile on Rita's face to soften as she spoke up, "Don't worry, Choom. I don't bite. None of us will hurt ya."

And I reached out to take her hand.

...

Sometime later I found myself sitting in a small chair in the corner of Lizzie's Bar, the headquarters of the Mox, one of the many gangs that called Night City home.

Of all of the gangs I remembered, the Mox were arguably one of the best and also the youngest major gang in the city.

I have learned it's May 4th, of 2075, a year before Cyberpunk: Edrunners is supposed to begin, and two years before the events of Cyberpunk 2077 take place.

I still couldn't help but think this all had to be real. It felt real. I felt the bruise on my cheek, the flesh of that man as my claws tore through their flesh, and so much more.

Yet it all still felt like a dream. How else could you describe my situation? I escaped. I hoped I escaped. Escaped from a life where I did nothing but work, study, and suffer.

I've been here for hours, and everything still felt so...real.

It took a while for it all to sink in.

Even if this was a dream, why not indulge? Be free, for once in my life?

Taking a deep breath, I got up from the chair I was in and quickly moved to the restroom. Once inside I stepped up to the bathroom mirror and examined the changes.

Beautiful long white hair that stretched down past my shoulders, a fair complexion that you would only see in high-class women, two curved horns at the top of my head, a long black tail with a heart-shaped tip, golden irises, and lastly, beautiful black nails.

I looked completely different than how I remembered.

Not so long ago, I had brown eyes, brunette long hair, and I was at a measly 5 feet in height.

Now? I stood at a staggering 6 feet in height with a toned body that felt full of strength compared to what I used to be capable of.

I had abs. Abs! I never hit the gym in my life, yet somehow I have abs and muscles now?! Wiping off the drool from my face, I walked over to a stall and slipped in, closing the door behind me.

I looked down at my clothes.

A simple black T-shirt that hugged my curves rather...tightly, jeans that showed off my ass and thighs, then some simple boots that were somewhat uncomfortable to walk in.

Slipping my pants off, I finally got a look at what had been bothering me for the last couple of hours.

A rather large slab of meat that rivaled my largest dildo. One that was dangling between my legs, dripping and hard.

Blushing and clenching my teeth, I reluctantly pulled up my pants, and quickly left the bathroom.

Once outside, I looked for my savior, finding her at the front, blocking and letting people in.

Walking up to her, I accidentally used one of my skills. [Charm]