Once the dungeon is fully seeded and establishing itself, I head back up and dismiss all of my summons.

  When I arrive, the entire party is present, and the elf speaks up, “All done down there?”

  I nod, “Yeah. We should have magic up here in a day or two, and at the town in a few weeks.”

  Roger nods, “Great,” he pauses, “okay, now while I know we're all having fun flying around… I'd like to keep a lid on the fact that Marty here can cast without a dungeon's support… which means we'll need to hide the effects of his power. Which means no flying, no digging through the ground, and no going faster than a walk.” Our party leader turns to me, “This also means no magic where anyone can see you.”

  I nod, “That shouldn't be too hard.”

  Everyone else nods simirly, and the halfling continues, “All right then. Let's pack it up and head back; we're done here until the dungeon needs trimming.”

  I take down my Keyhome - it makes packing up a breeze - and we head back to town.

  On the trip, Wesley asks me a question, “Am I wrong, or does the fact that you can make a dungeon with your self-produced magic, combined with bloodletting being the norm for making one in a dead magic zone… doesn't that imply it's possible to cast in a non-covered area by killing something?”

  I shrug, “Eh. That level of theory is beyond me. I suppose it does, but… well, sounds like nasty business, killing for magic, doesn't it? Also seems like there'd be a lot of annoying complications… like, okay, so you're going to sughter a cow a day to maintain a mage armor spell: Driving the herd is going to get annoying fast if you're going to be out here long… or maybe you're catching deer: You're going to need them alive long enough to drain them, and they absolutely are not going to like that.”

  The elf nods, “This is true. Still… it might be handy in an emergency….”

  I ugh, “What scenario do you expect to encounter where it would actually help?”

  The wizard shrugs, “no idea. I won't know until I encounter one. Better to have the option, though, you know?”

  I consider, “So, what, you want to take a herd of goats into the wilds and try using them to cast spells until you can make it work?”

  “I'd be willing to try it, at least… would make for an interesting entry to the journals.”

  I should probably head that off… “Ah… it takes a dozen animals to equal one person, based on the proper method and the bad way to make a dungeon that ran for a while. Do you really want to be responsible for the murders that will likely ensue when people find out they can kill for power directly?”

  “I suppose not,” Wesley admits, and drops it.

  Bearcw picks up the conversation, “What ate the limits of that people summoning spell of yours?”

  I shrug, “Power. For now I get ‘just starting out’ adventures and townies.”

  The half-orc continues, “And how many can you have at a time?”

  “Basically as many as I want.” I pause a moment, “Where are you going with this?”

  “We have a castle to build…” the barbarian pauses himself, “...maybe you could ‘meet our construction crew’ just outside of town?”

  Wesley steps in, “Those ‘people’ have no background. Everyone will know something is up with them as soon as somebody tries to strike up a conversation. It'd be one thing if we could cim they're magical automata, but… no magic.”

  “For now,” the party leader points out. “In a few weeks, though, we actually can say that convincingly… assuming you can make them register as magic?” Magic Aura on a stone, then Misdirection toake the mi ion register as the stone easy. I nod, and the halfling continues, “Until then… I wouldn't mind some servants in your house, Marty.”

  I shrug, “Yeah, sure. I can give us each a maid and a butler tonight.”

  The conversation dies down as we reach the town's wall. Again, there's no dedicated gate guard, but there are a few people at the top who let someone know we're here, and soon enough, we're in.

  And then we have a couple weeks of nothing.

  Yes, I make minions to handle cleaning, use them to demonstrate my magical misdirection to Wesley, tell them to obey any non-harmful orders from the others, and teach everyone sign nguage… because a non-spoken nguage is incredibly useful for a team, especially when it's not widely known. The full moon passes a week in; without magic, nobody else can sustain their female or hybrid forms, so Wesley only turns when we're in my house.

  After, the half-orc comes to me quietly, “Ah… I would like to learn to control the curse, same as Wilma's been doing.”

  “Okay Bearcw,” I dismiss the spell keeping him in his current form, “You're on your own at the moment. Do keep in mind control won't be instant. It will take time and practice, and you'll fail a lot more than you'll succeed at first. So… what are your goals?”

  “I want to have cws and teeth on tap, I think…” he concentrates, and shifts into his hybrid form… a taller, beefier version of the the female version of me.

  Huh, she got her hybrid form on the first try. Nice. As she jumps on top of me, knocking me to the ground, and starts tearing at both of our clothes, I realize she has a long way to go on control. Eh… I haven't gotten any in a while… I may as well enjoy it.

  So I let her rip my pants off (I can fix them ter) and mount me, grinding her sopping wet hole over my rock hard rod, pinning me against the floor between her legs, thrusting and bouncing, her nice big round melons bouncing wildly before my eyes, her hard rod waving around like a tree in an earthquake… until I grab her manhood and start stroking. Up, down, up, down… she moans out her pleasure, and it doesn't take long at all for her to shudder around my meat as she clenches, screams, and thrusts, sending a spray of salty liquid into the air and onto my chest… which is decidedly bare. Hmm… eh, why not?

  I assume hybrid form myself, my baster still in her bakery as two globes slightly rger than my head form on my chest, my waist narrows, my hair lengthens, and my hips balloon outwards. We keep going for a while, and I pnt a load of seed deep in her furrow. Feels nice… and she keeps going, insatiable.

  After the third round of seeding, I want some variety, so I sign “Go lean against the wall,” and she whimpers as she gets off my rod and does so. I come in behind her, slide in my rod, and start pounding away, fondling her milk makers with one hand and her baby baster with the other as my own massive melons squeeze into her back. That gets us both going, and she shudders and squirts when I fill her up again. We keep going, and I pnt a few more doses of sterile seed into her waiting womb.

  Of course, my own kitty wants to be filled as well… so I back off and… wait… she staying at the wall? She's red, she's trembling, she's sweating and panting in obvious desire… but she's staying right there. My curiosity grows stronger than my arousal, and I just watch for a while. She whimpers. She wants more, clearly. But she's… just staying there. Why… wait… no… can't be.

  I sp the wall so she looks my way, and sign, “Lay down, face up.”

  The pup does so, getting off the wall, and ying on the floor, quivering and whimpering, red with desire, her mast at full attention… and just ying there. It's true. She's obeying. Why? Is it because I'm one of the Primes? Because I'm her ‘parent’? Regardless of why… I can use this… but right now, I'm more interested in using her.

  So I switch to my fully female form and mount her, sliding her rock hard rod into my hungry lower lips and start riding, using her full fun bags as handholds, until… yes, I get that wonderful spasm in my depths… unfortunately, this is where Bearcw finally passes out from exhaustion. She's still hard, though, so I keep riding her until I get bored of the position. I mean… she came onto me, never asked me to stop, and it's harmless. I may as well.

  Hmm. Well… I certainly got off… it was nice; Bearcw has a lot of endurance and a pretty decent baby baster. But now I have something interesting to think about. I cast Countermoon on the woman at my feet and go to work repairing the clothes with the Make Whole spell as she returns to his half-orc form… I then shift back to my male form as well, get dressed, and go back to my normal routine.

  I do have this itch to experiment with the new information, though.