As I'm basking in the afterglow and enjoying Bearcw sleeping on top of me, her baby bakery still rhythmically milking my man meat as our dairy factories squish together between us, I hear Roger come in through the portal. Hmm… ah, I know… I cast a Countermoon spell on Bearcw to return him to his male form, at least for the next twelve hours, and myself shift back into my fully female form. Sadly, this means we're no longer coupling, as he's soft when he's asleep. Still… I'm feeling good, and there's another man nearby. Hmm… eh, why not?

  I roll Bearcw off of me (he has like a hundred pounds of muscle on me when we're in these forms, but Mom's magic rocks, and I move him easily). I discard what little remains of my dress as I stand up and watch the evidence of my recent activities simply slide off my skin… nice. I consider, and pull a bathrobe out of my Warp Storage, wrapping it around myself before Roger can see me. I then head over to him, calling out to him while I'm still well away, “Ah, you must be Roger!”

  The halfling looks up at me calmly, “I am, and with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

  And yep, I'm already having an effect on him… his face is starting to flush, and I can hear his pulse quickening as I approach to a more conversational distance, “Call me Mary. Marty sometimes forgets to mention that I live here when he brings guests over.”

  The rogue runs his tongue over his lips… yeah, he's hooked, “So are you his wife or something?”

  He starts breathing hard as I bend down to meet him at eye level, “incidentally” giving him a nice view of my cleavage, “Hah! No. While he's certainly a fine specimen,” why yes, I do know I'm attractive, “we're a bit too closely reted for that to be a good idea. You, on the other hand… I am somewhat curious what Halfling seed tastes like. Care to… satisfy… a woman's curiosity?” I run my hand along his cheek as I ask.

  While he's in just as much of a hurry, the rogue is much more dexterous than the barbarian, and gets his pants off without damage… leaving me looking at a three inch rod, despite it being at full mast. Hmm. Yeah, he'll look better as a girl.

  “Let's give you something to py with while I work…” thinking about his size, I drop my bathrobe and y him down, his head towards me, and lean over him, taking his manhood into my mouth… which puts my milk tanks at a very convenient location for him.

  The nominal party leader takes the hint and manhandles my milk makers as I work his shaft with my mouth. He quickly grunts and gives me the salty snack I requested… and as he starts to go soft, I lightly nibble his inner thigh, just enough to leave a mark with my teeth… which is enough.

  As he starts growing, I switch forms again, taking on my hybrid form and maneuvering myself to keep my head between his legs… which gives me a wonderful view as his tiny little member shrinks further into a nub, not quite hidden by his new hood, as his sack slides into his body and forms a new set of lips and folds… with which I immediately begin licking. I certainly know what I like, and I presume most other women get simir sensations… Roger certainly seems to appreciate my ministrations as she starts sucking on my male member… and she clearly knows what a man likes.

  We keep up the crow position for a good long while; she relentlessly and single-mindedly focuses on sucking seed from my reservoirs (which I gdly give her) while I return the favor, tasting and teasing her taco to good response.

  Sadly, Roger doesn't have nearly as much stamina as Bearcw; she's exhausted to the point she can't move after just half an hour… but I do manage to bring her over the edge of her pleasure a half dozen times before then, and I feed her about as many times myself… being tireless rocks. That said, I suspect my lineage makes people a bit more sensitive than they should be… but I don't have a good comparison point, as any woman I stimute quickly joins my pack. Well, until Mom's ‘fixes’ the dy. But I now know how she knows… a quick Bestow Curse, and Roger won't be giving away the game either. I follow up with Countermoon and he's sleeping peacefully. I pick up and stow my robe, switching to a fully female form, and walk calmly out of the pantry, my assets swaying for anyone to see… although the only guest that's maybe still awake is the elf, and I'm sure if he is, he's occupied in the library. I am so high on afterglow right now, and I only want more.

  Fortunately, there's another potential convert.

  Not bothering to dress, I head to the library. And yes, there's Wesley, hunched over a very rge tome… I see he found one if the indexes. Yes, my Library is big enough that it needs an index of the individual books, even though I keep them organized.

  See, Mom made the library, and she had the books Grandpa gave her to copy from… and those books contain ALL the knowledge that Grandpa deemed safe to hand out. These books aren't magic, of themselves. The histories all stop one week prior to when I entered university, about six years ago… but they're complete up until that point. Ridiculously so: I stopped and looked up one of my cssmates once… I had her parent's names, her siblings, her birthday, her childhood friends, her favorite food, her favorite color, why she likes those; every major event, sin (yes, I have ALL the bckmail material - just not proof), and good deed in her life, written out for my perusal. Now, most people only have a few pages in these books… but there's a LOT of people recorded. The people section is the rgest, by far. The bestiaries list every possible creature along with their statistics and how to recognize them. The geographic section lists everything I might want to know about any country… including things like ore veins that haven't been found yet. The maps section has every city, every street, and even every individual room in every building, complete with ancient secret passages that have been lost to history.

  But based on which index the Wizard is pouring over, what has him by the short hairs is the spell library.

  My spell library is equally complete. Every spell, ever, including many not from this Fractal is written in full. Wizard spells, yes, but also Bardic spells, Cleric spells, Druid spells, Padin spells, Ranger spells, Alchemist Formue, Trapsmith spells (apparently it's a prestige css as well as a profession), and everything else… because with enough css features and feats, it's apparently quite possible to record all of them to paper.

  Considering, I grab another index volume and set it down next to him… by leaning over from behind, making sure my globes rub his ears, “Here… you want to start with the ‘effect’ index rather than the alphabetical list of spells. It's a much better starting point if you want anything done.”

  Ooh, his silky hair sliding along my chest feels very nice as he turns his head… he can't really stand up with me over him like this… and then he turns very red as he realizes exactly what he's rubbing against, “Ah.. I… I… am so…”

  He's having some difficulty spitting out a sentence. Seems he is NOT the ‘party face’. That's okay, “Look… I'm not going to beat around the bush here: I have an itch to scratch, and want to bury your stirring stick deep in my honey pot and ride you until I've extracted every drop of that elvish baby batter from you. I am using magical protection, there will be no babies. Up for it?”

  I can feel his pulse quickening through my skin… hmm… so warm… pying with nerds is fun, as long as I don't go too far and give them heart attacks, “Ah… a… y… ye… yes. P… Pl… Please.”

  I smile warmly and slowly slip my hands under his robe, running my hands along his soft physique as I systemically strip him where he sits, help him up, and lead him to one of the reading couches, ying him back and mounting his six inch member - which is already hard and throbbing in time with his pulse. He doesn't fill me nearly as well as Bearcw… I may want to keep that one in male form more often… but he does the job as I rock back and forth on his manhood until, yes, he sends his little soldiers to find an egg. I keep rubbing myself off on him until I get mine… and watch as his body softens more, his skin darkening and matching mine, his ears shrinking until they have only a hint of their former proud points, and his member sliding out of me… at which point I assume my hybrid form and enter her… she eagerly wraps her legs around me as we go at it again, roles reversed, our melons squeezing against one another as I y on top of and within her.

  I have a wonderful night… and yes, tag Wesley with Bestow Curse as well.

  Hmmm… what will the morning bring?