This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.14 ❤ Rosalie, Rising Up to the Challenge

Rosalie drowsily drifted to consciousness, and the first thing she was met with on opening her eyes was her own face.

For a moment, the sight didn't register. Her brain blanked out. Had a mirror been placed into bed with her, leaned over so that when she blinked awake, it was the first thing she'd see? But no, that didn't make sense. The position Rosalie was laying down with didn't match the mirror.

She jerked up in bed, and the mirror-image didn't follow.

"Mmm?" Not-Rosalie said, before scrambling up. "What? Shit. What happened?"

Rosalie had been trained for the bizarre situations that a shard could thrust on a person since birth. Her brain faltered only for that brief, confusing moment of just-waking-up haze before it had grinded back to full capacity. She analyzed her situation with a Wayfarer's critical eye—and calm.

'What? Shit. What happened?' Those weren't the instinctive words that would burst from Rosalie. Too crude. Too uncomposed.

Rosalie looked down at herself, and the sight clicked the last piece of the puzzle.

"It seems," Rosalie said to Delta-Rosalie. "That the shard has swapped our bodies."

Rosalie watched herself blink in surprise, then look down at herself.

"Huh," Delta-Rosalie said.

A few moments passed.

"Huh," she repeated. "That's, uh. Huh."

Rosalie climbed out of bed. She had a room to explore. The extra height was disorienting. Rosalie was accustomed to perfect control of her body, and the different ratios of her limbs threw her sense of proprioception into disarray. But she adapted. It wasn't something she'd trained for, obviously, but Rosalie was a fast learner. And their bodies weren't shockingly dissimilar. They were both lean, muscled, and Delta only a few inches taller. Mostly, it was Delta's chest that threw Rosalie for a loop. She wasn't used to having so much up top. Where did she hide these things? In her leather armor, Delta had seemed only moderately busty. Naked, she might have more up top than even Zoey.

And Zoey—that was why Rosalie was moving straight to business. As Rosalie had had a sinking suspicion would happen, Zoey hadn't spawned in with them. It figured she'd be stuck with this infuriating girl. Zoey could tolerate Delta, for some reason, but Rosalie most certainly could not; why had Rosalie ended up with her, and not the other way around?

Zoey better be fine. A squirming, anxious feeling in her stomach contradicted that hope. Rosalie had dragged Zoey along into a second-advancement shard, and Zoey wasn't even suited for first-advancement ones. But Rosalie needed to progress her runes—to be working diligently toward her destiny—and so she'd forgone catching Zoey up. Doing so would take too long.

Zoey knew the risks. Rosalie had made them clear.

But Rosalie's earlier talk with Delta rang in her ears: 'she's practically a civilian'.

Zoey was fine.

"Why are you still lying there?" Rosalie snapped.

"Getting used to being in a different body," Delta said lazily. "Maker, girl. You're like, zero percent fat. So why is your ass so big?" Delta was craned around, looking at her—Rosalie's own?—ass.

Rosalie couldn't even begin to start on how to deal with that. So she chose not to. "Zoey's not here. Get up and help me."

Delta blinked at Rosalie. "Eh, she's probably eaten by monsters already. Looks like it's me and you."

Oddly, the absurd statement alleviated Rosalie's fear. Shards were brutal, but not unfair. If Zoey stayed put and waited for them to arrive, then she'd be fine.