Rape World Reincarnation

I woke up to the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. I opened my eyes and saw a clear blue sky, framed by a canopy of trees. The air was fresh. I felt the prickle of grass, dried leaves and sticks poking into my bare back.

I groaned and sat up.

A chorus of other groans echoed me, my fellow Isekai protagonists waking up with me, I presumed.

I blinked my bleary eyes, and glanced around. My eyes shot open wide in shock. Everybody was different. The god said we'd get new bodies, but this was… There were too many surprises to process at once. I started with myself.

Glancing down my body, I found tits. They were small tits, perhaps a B cup, but tits nonetheless.

Glancing further down at my flat tummy, I noticed my sides tapering in with a feminine curve and flaring out to meet my round hips. Between those hips was a perfectly smooth hairless mound, with only the barest hint of a cleft visible from my current vantage. Yep… that was a pussy.

I reached up to my head, and felt at my short hair, only barely long enough for me to hold a strand in front of my eye. Black hair. It was a familiar pixie cut. I looked down at my pale and slender body again, with an appraising eye.

I was a petite girl with lean muscles, but no real strength… Just my type, ironically, perfect for pinning down and manhandling.

"What the fuck?" I groaned in a feminine voice that I could barely recognize as my own.

Not only was I female now, I was the petite little pixie goth chick from my dream earlier, the one that was getting it roughly in the butt.

Fuck.

This didn't bode well. My current body was based on an idealized partner from a male-dominant sex dream. I was literally invented by my own horny brain to be the perfect submissive rape doll. That… wasn't ideal for a new heroine starting her adventuring career in a magical realm full of rape monsters.

"I'm… a… girl?" someone else muttered.

I didn't recognize her at all. She was a voluptuous, leggy, golden blonde bombshell, with blue eyes and long hair down to her back. Where my body shape was slender, like a 'teen' pornstar, hers was more like a fit swimsuit model. She had a toned, lean body, with visible abs, wide child bearing hips and generous, round, gravity defying boobs, maybe a D cup, or even double-D.

"I think we all are…" I said, glancing at the others.

"Makes sense," Lysander replied cooly, the tone of voice and inflection was unmistakeable, though she spoke in a higher register now, "Females would be optimal for absorbing Taint.

If we are defeated, we would not be killed immediately. We would merely get repeatedly raped by lust crazed monsters, allowing us to fulfil our purpose to absorb and process Taint even in defeat."

"Oh, is that all…?" I grumbled bitterly.

Lysander was recognizable as himself, or herself I supposed. She was largely the same as before. She had the same angular face, the same hawkish nose, the same messy mop of chestnut hair, and the same skinny figure. Yep, she was a skinny bitch too, like me, though I'd been invented in a sex dream, and the difference showed.

Lysander was a bit more androgynous, like a gender-swapped version of her former self. Compared to me, there was a bit less curve to her boyish hips, and her breasts were barely there, more like A-cups. If she wasn't naked, I wouldn't have thought anything had changed.

"What the fuck? Am I a loli?" came a squeaky little voice.

Indeed, it was a loli. She looked like a little asian middle school girl, perhaps thirteen or fourteen years old. She had a tiny body, even smaller than mine, with a round girly butt and a flat little chest that looked to still be developing. She had black hair, with a bright crimson stripe dyed into it. Like me, there wasn't a single hair on her body below her neck.

"Indeed you are, Peter," Lysander confirmed. "It seems your predilections for roleplaying as youthful looking characters, conspicuously over eighteen years old for various reasons, has come back to haunt you. I suspect our current shapes are somewhat controlled by our subconscious desires."

What? I wanted to be a rape doll? No way! Sure, I desired to have this body, but like… as a partner. I didn't want to be this body…

"How does this help me fight monsters?" She whined. "Your semen harvesting theory is flawed too. This body's female, sure, but it's too young for penetrative sex…"

"Um… no it isn't…" Chloe said softly. "I mean… I um… lost my virginity at eleven… it… works."

Well… that was a hell of a bomb to suddenly drop on us out of the blue. I didn't know how to respond to that. That had to be a case of child abuse, but Chloe seemed completely nonchalant about it as if it was perfectly normal and expected. I knew the girl had some deep seeded self esteem issues, but I didn't know why… I stared at her in astonishment.

Chloe, like Lysander, was largely unchanged. She had the same long platinum blonde hair, partially covering her face, as before. Though now that she was without her protective hoody and baggy clothes, I could see a bit more of her figure. She was on the slender side of average, somewhere between me and the blonde bombshell's body. She was amazingly attractive though… I privately mourned the fact that I'd lost my dick. Was she bisexual? I hoped so.

There was one big difference, however. Elf ears. Yes, Chloe had long pointed ears sticking out of her hair on either side, three or four inches long. There was a strange ethereal quality to her she didn't have before. Her eyes were a vibrant emerald green, almost magical. And she was lighter somehow, not necessarily physically, just her presence… She was more airy, a little bit detached from reality.

I also noticed she was holding an arm over her breasts, and I wasn't. Right… right… girls covered their boobs, didn't they? As a former guy, being bare chested didn't feel all that weird to me, though I should probably be a bit more self conscious about that now.

"I'm pretty sure eleven is too young for most girls…" Loli-Peter said nervously. "From a medical perspective, at that stage of development, it could only be painful and traumatic experience, at least for most."

"I guess it was…" Chloe confirmed quietly. "But it made the man happy, made him cum… so in that sense, it worked like it was supposed to. Um… but maybe carry a healing potion or something… if you're planning on getting raped? My first time hurt me a lot... Do they have magic healing in this world?"

"I would suggest avoiding sexual situations entirely, if at all possible," Lysander added.

"No shit Sherlock…" Loli-Peter grumbled.

"Hah! Hey guys! I'm not a girl," came a deep rumbling voice.