Why are you special?

I again use Major Creation to make a bed, and lie down on it in the ruins, hiking my skirt up and letting Wanda Winchester Westwood take her turn pleasuring me.

"Ummm… we're going to need to try something else." Wanda looks sad.

I look… ah. With her new assets, laying me down doesn't work for this; her gargantuan globes get in the way. "That's OK. There's a simple solution… if you lay down on the bed, I can sit on your face…."

She lights up at that, and she takes my place as I roll off the bed. I then seat my slit over her mouth, and tug her taps while she teases my lower lips with her tongue… I actually need to reach up slightly to hold her taps; her hooters are humongous… and soft… and jiggly… and smooth… a good pet.  And with her rewritten memories, she does know how to use her tongue.

Very, very well.

She licks, she sucks, she teases me open and dives inside. She thrusts, she wiggles, she tastes my insides. Her lips tease my folds as her tongue penetrates me, and soon enough I'm clenching up and shuddering around her face. Oh, that was nice…

From beneath me, I hear a voice, "That's one."

I'm slightly confused, but basking in the afterglow, "One?"

Wanda giggles, which feels nice, as her lips are still on my lower ones, "I was counting while you were milking me… we've got eight more to go before we're even…." I have a wonderful few hours with her making good on that. I hold and suck on her taps, as she gamely goes at munching my mound.

When Wanda finally decides we're even, I am on cloud nine, and… I have had my fill for a while. So I get some clothes for my construct and my pet.

I should probably name the Dragonflesh Golem at some point.

Now, I also want some serious items. Yes, I have my staves and a few knickknacks that help out… but for serious storage, I want Keyhomes, and for serious weaponry, there's an elvencraft longbow. I should also get a Spheres implement to boost my caster level and a few other things. So….

"Hey Wanda, I have a few rhings I need to start up… back in an hour." I smile at her.

"See you soon sunflower," I suppose that's as good of a name as any.  

I also look at my Dragonflesh golem, "Try to keep her from wandering off, please."

My Dragonflesh golem in human female form nods as I cast Create Greater Demiplane to make a place to vanish to - and go there - then customize it quickly with more castings of the same: Seasonal (to give it eight hour days), Time (so two minutes here is one minute on the material plane), and Dead Magic (because the planar trait won't impact me, but will stop everyone else). I then flood the place with Time Clones, and have them get to work.

First, I have them all use Psychic Reformation on themselves, to actually have crafting feats and Cooperative Crafting.  Mythic Crafting lets "me" make things without the feats… but having them doubles "my" progress… and Cooperative Crafting lets them work together to go even faster. Which is also part of the reason for the chosen planar traits: One can only craft for eight hours each day, and by making a day just eight hours, my clones can craft continuously. Working in pairs, they should get: Double progress for having the Mythic and the feat, double again for the time dilation, triple for the day length, and double again by soaking the "working quickly" penalty to the skill check - so twenty four days of progress per real-time day. And they can aid each other without limitation. So I can have any item in a day of real time by throwing enough copies at it… and I can have as many copies as I want - I can even get magic tattoos, despite the normal 'must be present' requirement, as there’s a spell to transfer those from one person to another. The only thing I really need to make on my own is constructs, due to how control works with those… but I can come here for aid so it will go very quickly. So I order up a very large suite of custom magic items, in triplicate, that will all be ready tomorrow.

That handled, and a bit before the hour is up, I head back to the ruins which was once Fred's castle (which I confirm by searching his memories). I find Wanda and my pet construct going at it when I get back. Yes, I made Wanda insatiable - it seemed like a good idea at the time. She apparently convinced my construct to take on a male form, specifically a well-hung, muscular centaur with dark skin and fur.  Wanda is kneeling, resting her chest on her melons with her knees bent on the ground, as my Spheres spell platform has his horse half thrusting into her from behind… looks like they went with actual horse-style equipment; larger balls, though, which are slapping into Wanda's back cheeks slightly behind the rythm of the construct's legs hitting them.

Watching Wanda wiggle back and forth, I consider… yeah, she'll like being pregnant, feeling the life growing inside her, ramping up her hormoes for even more milk production… and the memory will drive Fred bonkers if anyone ever restores him, so I quietly cast a few spells on my construct, going through the normal hoops to apply personal spells on the creature. The first is Conception, a spell that does what it says on the tin: It ensures there will be a baby on the way the next time the creature mates. Which, in this case, is immediately. Also Blessed Seed (Book of Erotic Fantasy), which does the same and ensures the baby will be Half-Celestial.  And just to give people headaches (and because Beyond Morality from Mythic means I get to ignore alignment descriptors on spells), I toss on Fiendish Seed from the same book - which gives the child the half-fiendish template.

Of course, in Pathfinder and 3.5, Polymorph spells don't affect genetics… which is where half-dragons come from. As the construct will be represented somehow, I wonder what the child will be?

Also… while I normally want to avoid Polymorph effects, there's no danger here, and Tieflings can have both sets of equipment. Will the curse let me make myself 'a woman with something extra'? I try the Infuse Spell self… and yes, it works. I guess I'm not done…

"Want me to join?" I look at Wandy as she's moaning.

"Yes, Yes, Yes!" she screams out.

Now, she might just be screaming out in the throes of passion… but I wrote her, so I also know she means it. Now, obviously, her baby barn is in use already, so I stick my new massive meat member into Wanda's mouth… and she starts sucking. Oh… I've missed that.  It's a good thing I made her not need air anymore… and she is quite flexible, taking my meaty rod down her throat, and swallowing to milk me.

This leaves me looking straight into the currently male face of my spherecasting tool from zero range… and I find it's not so bad. He's quite beefy right now, and squeezes nicely on my melons… yes, I could get used to this.

Of course, as good as my rod feels, I have a hungry hole down there begging for attention… and I think I might be ready. Summon Nature's Ally IV gets me a Satyr - a half goat, half-human fey, always male, also known as a faun. I wiggle my rear at him and he takes the hint really fast - it is what they do, after all.

Oh, it feels good to be filled. His hands on my melons, his lips on my ear, my constructs tongue down my throat… wait, when did we start kissing? … a meat rod in my shack, and my own male member being expertly sucked. I don't last long, pouring my cream down Wanda's throat… but I also don't suffer from fatigue.

I lose myself to pleasure, getting my meaty member milked by Wanda's mouth and letting my lower lips squeeze and suck the half-goat's rod, which spurts repeatedly into my spell-barren womb.  I don't notice the time going by… until my summoned plaything collapses in exhaustion, pulling out, leaving me empty in the process.

I look around and take stock… Wanda and my construct are still going at it; the room smells of our recent activities, and Wanda is starting to leak over the stone floor. Which means she needs to be milked again. Maybe I shouldn't have made her a cow… oh well. The Sustain spell will keep her from suffering from malnutrition or thirst with her body putting out the material. And she's having fun.

Looking at the floor, we've accumulated quite the puddle. Milk from Wanda, the Satyr's seed (also the construct's - Wanda swallowed mine), and no shortage of nectar from myself and Wanda.

Yeah, I'll have a summon clean that up, I think. I look out a hole in the wall… looks like we've been at it for a good eight hours.  Not the worst way to spend a day, I guess, but not very productive.

Well, unless you count the baby growing inside Wanda.