Why are you special?

My crafting plane is largely as I left it, swarming with my Time Clones.  But… they’re done. I pick up my familiar, in her shape as an amulet, and whisper to her, "Normal form please, time to talk."

The amulet reverts to her Sprite form, becoming a nine inch tall woman with large wispy wings and elfin ears… and apparently no clothes. Beyond that, she's me in miniature - mammary glands the size of her head, a bouncy backside, slim waist, the whole nine yards. She even has my facial features.

"What can I do for you mistress?" She has a tiny little voice that sounds something like a glass harmonica.

I smile, "Well, first, I wanted to get your name…."

My familiar chuckles, "Buttercup, but I'm mostly an extension of you. A small piece of your soul separated off and merged with the sprite you summoned. I still remember everything from before… but I'm more, now.  Also less… I'm not seeing the forces of good and evil anymore."

I nod, that'll be fixed during the buggs, and at least I didn't pull someone out of their life this time, "Nice to meet you properly, Buttercup. And yes… you should have access to spells now, although you'll need some teaching to make use of them." Which… will take a while. Any list, but 1.5 hours per spell level, and only 4th level spells for now.

"Ooh… can you teach me?"

I smile, "Absolutely. We'll start with Emergency Force Sphere, as it's a nice defensive spell. However… first we need to get you buffed up. So…" we get to it, and I apply my suite of buffs to Buttercup and Alfred … skipping Shapechange for Alfred, due to the Polymorph Subschool restriction that enforces one such spell at a time… but as he doesn't have spellcasting, I can load him up with spells no Wizard would ever want to cast:

The first spell wizards wouldn't use is the Mental Pinnacle spell, which lets him use five specific psionic powers, and gives him a pool of power points to work with, set by my caster level… which is heavily boosted as of when I cast the spell on him.  No Wizard would, because it cuts off arcane spellcasting.  The specific powers are OK, as long as the target doesn't have a good Will save… and if he runs out of power points… he will have fun with the Lion's Charge spell and all those natural attacks from being a dragon.  And I can recharge him via Bestow Power… if slowly compared to how quickly he can use it. It's probably faster to just replace the spell, honestly.

The second is Transformation - which basically turns the subject into a fighter without bonus feats, and cuts off spellcasting. But as Alfred can't cast spells anyway, no big deal there. The big benefit is the full base attack bonus.

I also, of course, spend the six hours teaching Buttercup Emergency Force Sphere. Verbal only, so she should even be able to cast it as an amulet, as she can still speak in that form (it’s one of the many enchantments layered on her as an intelligent magic item). That done, we return Buttercup to her amulet form, and I hang her around my neck, nestling her in my cleavage. I hear her humm appreciatively.

Yeah, she's part of me all right.  I cast Reduce Animal on Alfred so he'll fit where we're going, and Invisibility so nobody will wonder why there's a dragon in the inn, then I cast Greater Plane Shift to get us all back to the material plane, straight back to where Wanda wanders. She's pregnant, even if not showing yet, and that's part of my Aspect - so I'm already there, just not the me that's allowed to act freely. But I can see her, so it's a trivial matter to arrive just outside the door of the room she's in... where she's paying for information… in milk. They're both enjoying it immensely: Wanda because she loves getting used like this, her informant because… well, he's sucking on the biggest bazookas he's ever seen while Wanda works his meat member to slurp out his salty substance. She's already managed three salty snacks from him, and… yep, there's number four. And he collapses from sheer exhaustion.

Which is my cue. I knock on the door with a, "Hey Wanda, it's me," and step on in while she's responding with:

"Come on in Sunflower."

My pet has absolutely no body shyness - which is fun. I mean, her chest and her caboose account for about two thirds of her body weight. And right now she's sitting back up because the hose she was sucking dry had gone limp between the twin pillows that are her lips, and the man who'd been milking her in turn has stopped… unconscious due to bliss overload.

Alfred is staring in shock… right, I forgot to warn him. "Need me to finish draining your tanks?"

"Oh, would you? Thanks!" Wanda's quite eager for that.

As I make a temporary milking bench with Major Creation and some buckets with Fabricate, I speak up for Alfred's benefit, "By the way…my animal companion ended up male, and he can talk."

As Wanda lays down on the milking bench, she continues the conversation, "Ooh, nice! My carnal cave is hungry… think he'd be interested in filling me up down there?"

I chuckle as I start working Wanda's wonderful cream into the buckets, "He's invisible in the room with us. Just ask him."

Wanda looks around, "Ooh, pretty please? I already pumped my informant dry, and I'm all worked up. I could really use a good plowing while I'm getting pumped."

I can see Alfred is at full attention already, but he does take a moment to confirm things, "Just to be clear, you're asking me to pump my baby batter into your bakery while Sunflower here milks you dry?"

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Well yeah, that’s … hmm… what I want. I really love taking it in me. Ooh, yeah….It'd be better if I had one in my mouth too… hmm… maybe my hands as well… I just can't get enough." I may have gone overboard with her.

Alfred asks, "Are you sure I didn't die and go to heaven?" as he gets behind Wanda and starts thrusting away.

I chuckle, "I'm sure. Hey Wanda, if you'd like, I could invite David and maybe Oscar…."

Wanda brightens up, "Oh, would you? It's always great when the whole gang gets together."

I smile as I mentally flag them, 《Wanda's getting some 'stress relief' and as always wants more rocky rods than she has. How do you two feel about joining us?》

David replies first, a little hesitantly,《Someone needs to watch the prisoners…》

Oscar comes to his rescue, 《I'll take care of the prisoners. You go have fun.》

David teleports in… he is a Great Wyrm dragon… and gets caught in my Greater Anticipate Teleportation spell. Harmless delay of eighteen seconds, he doesn't even notice as he's in suspended animation for the duration. He's expected, and an ally, so I don't rig a trap.

He's pulling his pants down as he arrives, his member rapidly coming to attention… and he knows Wanda well, simply shoving his stick in her face, which she greedily gobbles like it's the last popsicle on Earth.

I continue milking my pet cow as she enjoys taking it from both ends, moaning around the meat in her mouth. I talk to Oscar mentally as I work:《So how many prisoners?》

《Six. The first two were just asking pointy questions about Wanda, David made the call to take them, the other four had murder in mind.》Oscar is very straightforward. His base intelligence of four is boosted to ten by spells, but he’s still quite dense.

《Good job. What's their status?》

《I put them to sleep.  Used Catatonia, so they won't wake up without intervention. You wanted prisoners.》

I smile, not breaking stride milking Wanda as she howls out her pleasure, 《Perfect. How many attempts were there, total?》

《Nine that we know of. Two we couldn't take alive, the last we didn't directly see. But the poison didn't do anything to Wanda.》

《Thank you. The six prisoners we have should suffice. Please continue to keep them contained and alive for now.》

《Roger.》

I turn my attention back to Wanda, and refill David and Alfred via the Remove Fatigue spell (all the benefits of eight hours of rest also refils glands) as they unload into my pet… Wanda is insatiable. And everyone involved loves it.

Of course, even if I do sort out the food issue by getting a gate under my control and restarting trade, that's still only a fraction of the problem: I'll still need to figure out how to get them off strip mining and fix their smelters without making them even more dependent on magic.

But in the meantime, Wanda's Wonder twins are finally dry, so it's my turn with her mouth…

She is SUCH a good pet.  Ooh, that tongue….