“So how should I begin? Well, how about after I left you for a few seconds Lulu? I know, I know it was mean, but hey; I said I’d be back before you knew it. But for me, it’s been a long time. Ridiculously long actually. Who knew finding yourself was such a harrowing thing?”

“Well, as the Traveler, hopping dimensions was as easy as a hop-skip and jump, so that was what I did. I wanted some distance between me, and the world DM claimed as his own for a while. I needed time to get together my thoughts, control myself. Yes I still use your form a lot Luna, that was a big help.”

“Now then, to start off….”

“Oh~! I’m so hungry!” I whined to myself as I dragged my hooves along the hot, dry, dead earth across an expanse of desert. Where the hell I am I have NO clue! Not to mention I’ve only been here an hour maybe, and my fur was a little darker shade of gray from being soaked with my sweat, my tongue lolling out as my body tried to use some of its equine nature to vent heat via tongue-sweating. WHY did my clothes have to turn into Lulu’s regalia?! It’s like having a hot iron brand clinging to me! Cooking me alive! And it’s just a low-cut piece of breast armor and a bikini bottom!

‘Just take it off already! Or get some other clothes!’ Recall didn’t appreciate my complaining, and I huffed as I rolled my eyes at him.

‘I don’t HAVE any clothes that can fit a 15-foot-tall goddess with K-cup boobs! They’re bigger than my head! And it’s a PONY head! Anything I try to put on will just rip, or cover nothing! Not to mention my ass and hips are in the same boat, they’re almost wider than my shoulders!’ I complained for what felt like the twentieth time, before I stopped and tried to catch my breath, my head dipping into my hot, baked cleavage. I just hope I don’t get cooked to death out here, where is here?

I looked around, trying to find landmarks, but it was like there was nothing but desert in all directions. Not even clouds. Fucking hell, if I knew how to use pegasus magic, I’d gather what moisture there might be, and drink it. But no~! Had to get so comfy with my Champion powers! Fucking book! This was a gift from Vaga, how the hell does DM limit it even here; a world away from his influence?

‘I said to just take it off! Throw it in your storage and go nude! It’s better to live than to die with dignity...what little that skimpy thing could give you.’ Damn it Recall...fuck, he’s right. Watch, I’ll take this off, and then over the hill a traveling band of mutant demons will come trudging along and try to rape me.

Despite my sarcasm, I hissed as I brought my hands behind me, trying to feel for the armor clasps, and after finding them all, my horn shined with Luna’s cerulean aura, and I undid them all at once, sighing in relief as the sweltering pressure lessened, and I gladly shucked the heavy chest armor off, growling as it turned into my hoodie. Ass. Even like this it’s useless in this situation.

I then moved to my bikini bottom, and again hissed but this time I had the joy of shimmying it around my prodigious hips and luscious ass and then down my legs, and once I was nude, I sighed in relief as I kicked both them and the chest armor into my dimensional storage. At least daddy-dearest didn’t take THAT from me. ‘Oh~ this is so much better. I think the fact I’m not burned from the metal is a testament to Luna’s durability.’

*Wolf Whistle* I perked and instinctively covered my nipples with my hands at hearing someone whistle at me, and I jerked my head around to see a burly brown-furred anthro buffalo bull who from atop the hill, stood almost eye-level with me. Shit, being so big is so cool, but damn it; I just KNEW the moment I got naked someone would see...kinky. “Well now, I see you’ve resorted to stripping down to nature’s gifts. Wise when one is desperate.” His patted his animal-skin pants, and I had to wonder what kind of mechanic this world runs on for that to be the case.

“Damn it, I just knew the moment I got naked that someone would come along. Whatever. Please tell me there’s a spring nearby, or an oasis. I have no clue where I am, or what I can do to sustain myself.” I said to the shirtless...mm...nice...why again was I worried about being female?

“I’m afraid we have no spring nearby, we have to collect the water in skins and bring it back to camp. We’d be willing to trade though, we can’t just give it away, especially since this year the San Palomino is especially harsh.” He gestured for me to follow as he turned to walk down the other side of the hill, and I easily stepped up the hill and could see in the distance a small pillar of white smoke, and some tents near a rocky outcropping in the middle of a no-man’s-land full of bones.

Yeah...not suspicious at all! ‘I just have this feeling this is going to suck….’

Why did I have to be right? “You’ve got to be kidding!” I squealed as I blushed and protectively clutched my breasts to myself. “I’m NOT giving you an equal amount of my milk for water!” It’s MY milk! Mine and my foals! Er, I mean, the one’s back home! I...uh…. ‘NOT Luna, NOT. Luna.’ Thank you Recall. I keep slipping. I’m just really not used to being a doppelganger. Turning into a copy of someone is different from literally becoming them.

“Oh, come on, love!” One of the men said in a British accent. “You’re already showing us your tits, surely you can just give us some milk!”

“No!” I screamed at the trader. “Stop asking me, you bloody wanker!”

“Hey, hey ma’am, no need to be so crude. It’s just usually mares who bare themselves are offering to sell their milk. Do things work differently down here?” One of the others of what happened to be a caravan asked me, and I just continued to blush and protect my precious milk as my ears twitched.

“I’m not from around here. I got desperate out in the middle of the fucking desert.” I deadpanned. “And for another thing, what’s up with this whole exhibitionist feeling around here? Mares selling their milk for money, or something so simple as just a small bit of water?” I glared at the collective of the caravan.

All I got in return were confused blinks, and I suddenly felt that I was the weird one in this equation. “Uh...look; you’re CLEARLY not from Saddle Arabia or Equestria, or even Bullgaria if you have no clue this is normal; but most mares, cows, and taurs take to selling their milk when they start producing. Where are you from?”

Oh shit. That was the question I was actually trying to avoid at all costs. “I’m… I’m from pretty far out...west.”

“Across the ocean? There’s nothing west of here!”

“Um… There’s actually a bunch of islands. I’d just rather not talk about it.” I replied, getting a bunch of nodding murmurs and pitying looks, what?

“Miss; we’ll give ya one of our spare wagon canvases for you to make a poncho plus water if you give us all your milk. The water for milk ratio is the same, but the canvas is free.”

“Still-.”

‘Hold it! Babe, listen; it’s JUST. MILK. You are not Luna. You don’t have ANY obligation to save it for yourself or someone else, and we’re desperate. I die if you do you know!’

‘If I’m that desperate, I’ll just drink my own fucking milk! I’m not giving them a show by milking myself or letting them milk me!

‘Okay, you’re forcing me to do this.’

‘What’re you-?’ Suddenly; memories not my own assaulted me. Luna’s memories. Of her breastfeeding our foals. Of me milking myself. Of me loving the delicious marshmallowy flavor of my own production. The bliss of having such a powerful feeling from my own...what...what was that?

‘I just let you sample some of the memories you got trading soul pieces with Luna.’’

‘Perfect. Still not changing my mind. If anything, it’s making me want to drink the milk more.’

‘Okay then.’ Suddenly, I had memories of just how FAST my breasts filled and...damn it Recall! ‘I’m doing my job. I remember EVERYTHING! I AM Luna basically too, so either mare-up, and milk yourself in private so we’re not BUCK. FUCKING. NAKED! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!’

‘Hey! That was YOUR idea!’

‘Because it was necessary at the time! Now where ELSE are we going to get clothes our size anytime soon?!’

‘I have some ideas. Among them, I have wings, and I don’t see any wings on these guys. I see a couple of horns, but what is their magic to the power of mine?’

‘You, madame, are a moron. They’ll pin you down instantly and fuck the living daylights out of you for it.’

‘Well, here’s my other plan. I have weapons.’

‘And what’s that gonna do? You rob these folks and both the Equestrian Guard and the Saddle Arabian Merchantry Guild are going to come down on us harder than the hammer of Thor.’

‘But I’m the fucking Traveler! I shouldn’t have to lower myself to a...a...cow!’

‘Say something like that here and it’s a hate crime.’

‘Well, I still don’t want to do it! I mean, seriously, I’m not an ordinary mare right now, I’m an alicorn! A fucking DROP of my milk is worth all of their shit!’

‘Then MILK that, for what it’s worth! Get your dues! If that holds true, then just a cup could net us that canvas and a whole gallon of water. What else could we trade such a small thing for? A compass? Map? Imagine how badly we could screw them over, while all they get is some magic milk with healing properties they can still make a killing off of. Alicorn milk doesn’t spoil after all.’

‘Wait, seriously? Like, at all? It just keeps? That’s pretty epic.’

‘And that’s another selling point. Work that Traveller charm, sell a pitch. You’ll have them practically throwing a whole cart at you!’ I started to grin. Oh~ if I can just cheat them, yet not cheat them...heh-heh, that’d be fucking hilarious!

“-I don’t think you understand-

[Current Time]

“Hold up.” Sapphire interrupted with a face-splitting grin. “You mean to tell me, not even a day out and about; you resorted to milking yourself for a trade? And what’s all this about jumping straight back into the conversation?”

“What?!” I said. “I was desperate and needed things! And about jumping back in. That long ass conversation took place in about less than a second. It just looked like I faltered a bit. Recall said something about the mind being weird or something and not to question it, anyway-”

I moaned in content in my new caravan carriage, curled-up and laying in the shaded and near-empty cart feeling victorious, rubbing my sore nipples that felt oddly soothing, and light with all the milk gone. “Gotta do that again sometime….” I had to admit; milking was a lot more pleasant than I thought it would be. Took a bit, but I managed to fill a whole bucket and the saps gave me this cart with the canvas top and some water. Not only that, but I was able to swindle away an extra canvas for clothes, a map, and a compass, though, the compass did need a little charm to go into my performance… and some more lying about my supposed ‘past’.

But damn it, Recall wasn’t kidding. My boobs were already starting to feel a bit firmer from starting to fill back up, and I sighed as I sat up, slipping on the extra canvas that I had made into a toga. It was a bit hard to get it to cover both breasts, but I managed, not to mention leaving my back open for my wings. So by now I knew I was in Avarice’s world, and just got magic milk in a very limited supply on the market. I hope that doesn’t cause her problems…or her lovers. I don’t know if MY Plaga genes cause my milk to be mutative in some way...meh, whatever.

The buffalo were fine with me leaving my cart here since I just got it to get it, but let the caravan leave before I informed them. They were glad about it though, having an easier way to carry supplies. But I don’t think I was any closer to- *ROAR~* -UGH! My stomach! Right, need food…. I looked down at my breasts, they weren’t anywhere near full, but….

[Current Time]

“... You drank your own breast milk?” Emerald asked. “So soon? And you did all this while in Luna’s form too?”

“Please stop interrupting to humiliate me.” I stated. “Actually, I was Luna for most of my journey, I still turn into her regularly since I feel more...me. I’m still adjusting to my new form. Anyway, if there are no more distractions….”

Oh gog, it tastes so good! Just like actual Luna’s! But I am Luna, so fuck it! I sucked gleefully upon my right breast’s nipple, my milk tasting like marshmallow cream, like her. I smell like her. I am her. I am Lu-

‘Freeze buster! Dox.’

‘R-right. Love Luna, don’t BE Luna...as much as I want to believe it right now.’ I bemoaned mentally as I moaned in pleasure as my breast emptied, and I moved to the other, quickly draining the near-empty reserve, and groaning once no more delicious creamy nectar met my tongue. ‘I’m still hungry…I’m glad I got some dehydrated fruit with the deal.’

‘Hey, have your food, then focus. We need to get out of the open desert before nightfall, otherwise you’re gonna be screwed. We can either fly and try to find Las Pegasus up north, or stay the night here with the buffalo. I’m sure one of them won’t mind sharing a bedroll for warmth.’

‘Hey! Hey! I’m not about to just sleep in the same roll as some random guy just for warmth.’

‘Well, doesn’t have to be a bull, and there are other things you could do in the bed.’

‘No. We’re flying out after I’m done eating. Plus, I’ve spent FAR too long in one spot. I need to get moving.’ I shoved the dehydrated apple chips into my mouth, hurriedly eating the pitifully small bag, well, small to me, and exited the slightly-cramped carriage. Why they just pull it themselves I don’t know. Maybe they don’t see a point to domesticating beasts of burden when they’re just as well equipped to do it?

“Leaving already hm?” I turned to see the bull that led me here before, and he simply bowed slightly to me, not in reverence, thank gog, I don’t think I can handle any more size, but politeness.

“Yes, I’m off to Las Pegasus.” I said. “I’m hoping of finding more clothes there that can fit me, instead of me using cart canvas as a robe.”

“Well my fair lady, it was a pleasure to have aided you. The sun is starting to get low, but if you fly north, you should find the town well enough by it’s lights come dusk.” He helpfully informed, making me tilt my head in curiosity and he huffed amicably. “We get plenty of Guard Messengers through here. They love chatting us up about how wonderful it is to fly. Those wings of yours may not be for speed, but they’ll make gliding easier I understand. Now be off with you, for unless you wish to share a tent for warmth, you’ll freeze out here when the temperatures drop to near freezing. It is winter after all.”

The fuck?! It’s this unbearably hot during the WINTER?! I’m terrified of what this place is like in the SUMMER!

“Well, yes. Thank you, sir.” I said, doing a quick bow, almost popping my breasts out of my improper state-of-dress. “Now, I must be off. Goodbye!” And with that I took to the skies. Oh if only it wasn’t so damn hot earlier, I could’ve easily risen on the updrafts of heat from the baked dry dirt below. I never flew with actual wings properly until I took Luna’s form when I consider it, and it’s all her instincts guiding me. Where does Luna end and I begin? If I wanted, I could even BE her. Become a Goddess of the Moon….

‘Dox. Dox. Dox. Dox.’

‘I get it, shut up. Thanks though.’ I shook my head, and angled myself north according to the compass I fished from my dimensional pocket. I couldn’t see anything ahead, even with nothing but flatlands and some rippling hills I saw nothing but an empty expanse of desert. I hope that mountain range up ahead isn’t my goal, it’s so far away...well, in my world, Vegas was nestled between three ranges of mountains to the west, north, and east, dropping into lowlands Henderson to the south. If Avarice’s world follows so many similarities, those mountains are my goal...damn it. I’m going to have a lot of time to myself aren’t I?

[Current Time]

“Now, I’m gonna skip ahead a bit, okay?” I told my lovers. “Don’t worry, all I’m skipping is a bunch of boring flight and my bitching about being tired when I get close.”

When I landed at the edge of what seemed to be a humble mining town in the dead-center of the valley, I was just too tired to care about how; I was getting lodging. It was so cold my tits were practically piercing my makeshift robe, which did about fuck-all for retaining my warmth. I immediately stormed up to the nearest building, and knocked. I may be desperate, but I’m not breaking and entering outright.

Shortly, a tall, er, whatever. An 8-some foot-tall pinto horse, yes; an actual anthro horse, not pony, stallion answered the door, and since he was eye-level with my groin, I was quite thankful I’d managed to at least make this robe, otherwise I’d be giving him a very up-close and personal show...and I JUST realized I was TALLER than this building! Damn being in a hurry messes up a person’s perception.

“Um, uh...m-may I help you milady?” Mm...he’s got a nice voice. Deep, resonating. And he’s barely two feet from my groin...no, no. Bad brain. Out of the gutter. Survival first.

“Sir. If it is fine with you. I’m freezing, I just got here, and I have no clue where there may be any lodgings. May I come in?” I cut to the chase, and the stallion seemed rather mesmerized. Must be by my beauty. I mean; I AM the alicorn of the night. Seeing me under my moon- ‘Not Lulu, cut it out.’ Damn it!

“W-well I have no reservations with helping a pony in need. But I think you’re going to be uncomfortable. My ceiling is only ten feet high. And my door is...well. Thinner than your hips.” Oh fuck, he’s right! Damn it, I’m proportioned and scaled as if being 15 feet tall is absolutely normal! If this place was scaled to me; I’d just walk on through like a normal pony.

“I-I know, but I need someplace warm. Please? I’ll come in sideways, I’ll crawl if I have to!” I rubbed my arms, jostling my breasts which had finished refilling on the way, and I was hungry again...I’d have to wait until I’m alone to do those sorts of things.

“Certainly, I’ll move my table.” He rushed inside, and I got down on my hands and knees, crawling into the door frame, my shoulders almost scraping it.

‘Fuck. My hips are NOT getting through that….’ I moved forward, and as I knew; my hips stopped me dead. My ass almost contributing just as badly to the situation, and I grunted as I turned on my side, and started shimmying in, but my ass was rubbing against the door, and I had to pull myself through. But the warmth, oh gosh, this place was stiflingly small, and if I sat up my horn would hit the ceiling, but the kind stallion had moved his furniture to the walls, and I closed the door with my magic, shivering as I leaned down in a cross-legged sitting position. “Th-thank you so much.”

“No problem, really. But...what’s a mare like you doing out here in the sticks? We have no buildings as tall as you right now.” He informed me, crossing his arms...his big, muscled, strong arms, over his tight, bulging pecs...my gog he’s incredible to look at...why’s he shirtless? Oh, he was probably going to sleep, he’s just in pants.

“Just traveling, trying to find my way so to speak.” I replied. “So, what goes on in this town? I mean, it’s pretty small.”

“We’re just a mining town miss. I happen to be an immigrant from Saddle Arabia trying to escape the war. This is one of the few places you can truly avoid it.” He explained, and I tilted my head, and he grinned. “I’m a horse, in a land of ponies. Of course you want an answer.” I blushed, was I that obvious? “Besides, that’s all there really is to this situation. I’d offer you my bed and I’d sleep on the floor, but I don’t think you’d get much out of my bed besides as a large pillow.”

“I’m just thankful to be in out of the cold at this point.” I admitted, giving him another look-over. ‘Oh gosh. I want to fuck him. I know I’m supposed to be a guy, but...I’m a girl too now….’

‘Imagine how it is for Avarice. That time, between you and her, was her first time as a female period, and her first sexual encounter as a female lumped into one.’

‘Yes, but she was in heat, AND her aspect is fertility. What’s my excuse? You’re the Fertility, not me. Am I Luna now?’

‘Pretty damn close. It’s so hard to keep you thinking as yourself and not as her. She would want to at least “repay” him this kindness, even if it would just be some foreplay. Luna’s a lady, but she’s also a mare.’

‘And I am right now too….’ I mused as I sighed and lowered to the floor, trying to get comfortable on the hard dry wood. I’m just glad it’s not splintering. Trying not to think of the very attractive stallion walking to his bed, and getting under his covers. ‘What has my life come to? Milking myself for food and water, begging a stranger for shelter, wanting to have sex with almost everyone I see...what have I done to myself?’ I rolled onto my back, staring at the low ceiling as the hearth of the fire in the corner away from the door and bed flickered in the clay fireplace and smoked up the chimney over it that led up and out the ceiling, seeming to have been molded on the spot.

‘I wish I didn’t interfere, and just managed to convince Bluebelle right away to just take the base Shifter package instead of letting it get out of control like I did. I should’ve known Blue would be too stubborn to listen to reason, or that it “wasn’t the right way”.’ I sighed sadly out my nose, and closed my eyes, before opening my dimensional storage and getting my useless hoodie and too-small cloak and using them as a pillow. Ow. Hard floor….

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! Music Mod here, along with some help from GameJunkie (because it's his world), saying welcome to the new story!

I hope you guys have as much fun with this story as the last. And don't expect anything, guys. Traveller is Traveller is Traveller is Dox. o3o