As I walk the ship, I consider: I have no use for the ring of sustenance… or the armor… or the weapons… I can’t even sell them for much with how the economy works here. Well, they’re good for equipping my newest….
“Pleasure slave? Harem member? Pet?” Patricia is trying to be helpful, I guess?
I sigh, and keep going. On the plus side, I can do Limited Wish now, and that can duplicate the spells needed to repair my eidolon; I take the time to do so.
When I finally make it to the mess hall, Ebonwing is waiting on her knees on the floor, still nude, her massive melons looking like novelty beanbag chairs… so I sit down. She cringes slightly, and not only does she make no protest, but she smiles slightly and hums in pleasure. So the sadist is now a masochist. I have another “willing” slave. Well… first thing's first: Keep her from dying. I get up, stick a fist in her baby bakery, and start casting spells into her… keeping Fleeting Spell on them so I can change my mind later.
The first is Sustain, a spell from the Book of Exalted Deeds: It removes the need to eat and drink. She won't starve or die of thirst, ever. Next up? Lesser Vigor, from Spell Compendium: She regains a point of health every round. I keep going with Delay Death (also from Spell Compendium: prevents death by hit point damage), Sheltered Vitality (same source, prevents fatigue, ability damage, and ability drain…which also takes the teeth out of disease, poison, and radiation), Death Ward (core Pathfinder books, stops death effects and negative energy effects), and Life Bubble (from Pathfinder: It surrounds the subject in a shell of fresh air, preventing suffocation and pressure problems), Monstrous Regeneration (Magic of Faerun: It grants Regeneration, bypassed by fire and acid, which will deal with lost limbs and things). Considering, I also add a Fly spell (which does what it says on the tin: Grants flight… which may seem an odd choice, but it's because wings don't work in a vacuum), and two copies of Energy Immunity (from Spell Compendium: It grants Immunity to a specified energy type from a list of five, I pick fire and acid to cover the regeneration). She can be injured, but only temporarily, and she'll live; killing her… pretty much requires decapitation. But she'll feel everything.
Which is how she wants it, now.
With each spell cast, her chest and hips expand, while her waist contracts… but with the amount of volume she has already, the buffs are barely noticeable. Is there any limit to this?
“She's out of male essence for us to devour,” my pink partner purrs, “but there’s no limit to a fantasy; she'll just keep growing.” Thanks Patricia.
That done, I extend the claws of my eidolon, and drag my way out of her sensitive places… she bleeds, but I watch the wounds heal back up. She spasms around my hand, and moans. The things I do for my pets.
“Ebonwing doesn't exactly fit you now, does it?” I pluck out one of her feathers, and wave the neon pink plumage in front of her.
She is silent as the feather grows back.
Right. Slave mentality. “What suits you now, hmm? Speak.”
“Mistress, your will is all that I desire. I am less than nothing. Perhaps I should be called…” she starts suggesting a series of curse words, referring to a female dog, female anatomy, excrement, loose behavior, and others, each suggestion more degrading than the next.
The catch being I don't want to say any of those.
“Stop,” I eventually command, “I think I shall name you after a parasite from my homeworld… that also happens to combine some of your features: The cowbird. You also have big dairy tanks, like a cow, are stupid like a cow, have pathetic wings like a bird, and you're bird-brained.” I pause, “Tell me: What do you think?”
“Mistress, you are most perceptive and wise, far beyond this lowly cowbird.” She's not meeting my eyes, and actually sounds like she means that.
“That's settled, then, Cowbird. Now the question becomes: What can you actually do, besides look stupid?” I don't like it, but as I understand it she kind of needs the abuse.
She remains silent.
Oh, right, “Speak.”
“Mistress, this worthless cowbird has some meager skill with weapons, Acrobatics, Athletics, and Life Science.” She still hasn't looked up.
So she'll make an OK Chief Mate. That's fine, I guess… saves me from needing to fill both roles, and so lets me do science officer stuff instead. “Fine. Let me boost your skills, then….”
I reach over, and go ahead and add to her buffs: Greater Heroism for a nice four point Morale bonus to attack rolls, saves, and skill checks… also Immunity to fear and some temporary hit points, but meh. Bestow Insight grants a five point bonus for anything I'm trained in… which includes Acrobatics and Life Science, but not Athletics… until I take a full minute to move my flexible skill, anyway… but I'm not going to do that now. I also add the basic stat boosters for the two associated skills. Between them, she should be eleven points higher at Acrobatics and Life Science, six on Athletics. Again, her chest, hips, and rear swell; her waist narrows… but the scale of her existing warping is such that it's hard to tell.
“There, Cowbird: You should now be passable at those tasks.,” I pause, “Go to the bridge and watch the scanners… you'll be Chief Mate in a fight… not that I expect it to come up… I'll mostly need you to handle panel access while I divert power if it happens. Acknowledge.”
“Yes Mistress, this unworthy wart will act as Chief Mate, and take position on the bridge,” that’s going to get annoying.
But the same solution as used with Stephanie will probably work, so before she can leave the room… crawling… “For official duties, refer to me as Captain Alex Abrams, Captain Alex, Captain Abrams, Captain, or Sir as appropriate. In public non-official scenarios, refer to me as Alex, Alex Abrams, or any from the official duties list as appropriate. Acknowledge.”
“Yes Captain Abrams,” she confirms as she crawls away.
Well, that's dealt with. There's still the oma… “Stephanie, do we have enough carriage to get the animal back to the material plane?”
Stephanie answers instantly, “We'd need to get really, really close… we'll need to hold the creature, but the drift engine can handle it. Do you want to manage the arms, captain?”
“Yeah, sure…” I absently reply, heading to the bridge to jack in. Okay, so… the engines need to be disengaged for a full minute to activate the drift engine, so we'll need to hold it in place for that long… huh. “Stephanie, we only have a Mark 1 robotic appendage installed; do you think the arms will successfully hold the beast while it's thrashing?”
“I don't anticipate that will be a problem, captain,” replies the AI, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I wonder why? “Okay, sounds good, I’ll be on the bridge shortly.”
I reach the bridge without any issues, connect up to Stephanie via my Accelerated Datajack, and switch to the robotic appendage setup, giving me Stephanie's perspective… which leaves me looking at a magic space whale that's just slightly smaller than ‘I’ am. I take a moment to think things through again: The cloak will fail when I grab him, and the thrusters need to be off for a full minute, which means I'll need to hold him for that long… I don't quite get why Stephanie isn't worried about him wrestling free… but it's her body, and she's fairly easy to fix up, so… I shrug, reach out, drift slowly over, and wrap ‘my’ arms around the beast, shutting down the thrusters when I do.
The cloak flickers off, and the oma immediately hugs ‘me’ back with his flippers, which leaves me confused… until I feel something sliding into ‘my’ lower lips. Oh. Right. The base frame is also an Oma underneath it all, and very, very female… a thought that's quickly drowned in sensation as ‘my’ body responds to the intrusion. I try to push away to regain some semblance of control, but the beast has ‘me’ pinned tight… and soon enough, I'm lost in the throes of passion with the dumb beast, hearing his mating song via vibrations in Stephanie's hull.
I do hear a status update from Stephanie at one point: “Activating Drift Engine,” but I don't really care at the time.
‘My' body is super responsive… I can feel him inside ‘me’, his member sliding in and out of ‘my’ folds, pleasure building… and building… I wrap ‘my’ arms around my lover, not caring about his animal appearance with the heat in my loins, and I shudder when I feel his seed splashing inside ‘me’ and an earthquake runs through my middle... and then he lets go, and it's over. I'm left panting as I turn off the feed from Stephanie Steel's senses, and look down to see I need to change my pants… looks like my real body got off on the sensation as well.
I can't help but smile, the afterglow running through me, “Take us back to the drift, Stephanie, and get us back on course. You have the helm.”
“Yes captain,” my ship sounds like she's smirking… but I can't see it, and she'd simply enjoy any attempt to spank her.
I shake my head as I leave the bridge to go get changed.
As I walk the ship, I consider: I have no use for the ring of sustenance… or the armor… or the weapons… I can’t even sell them for much with how the economy works here. Well, they’re good for equipping my newest….
“Pleasure slave? Harem member? Pet?” Patricia is trying to be helpful, I guess?
I sigh, and keep going. On the plus side, I can do Limited Wish now, and that can duplicate the spells needed to repair my eidolon; I take the time to do so.
When I finally make it to the mess hall, Ebonwing is waiting on her knees on the floor, still nude, her massive melons looking like novelty beanbag chairs… so I sit down. She cringes slightly, and not only does she make no protest, but she smiles slightly and hums in pleasure. So the sadist is now a masochist. I have another “willing” slave. Well… first thing's first: Keep her from dying. I get up, stick a fist in her baby bakery, and start casting spells into her… keeping Fleeting Spell on them so I can change my mind later.
The first is Sustain, a spell from the Book of Exalted Deeds: It removes the need to eat and drink. She won't starve or die of thirst, ever. Next up? Lesser Vigor, from Spell Compendium: She regains a point of health every round. I keep going with Delay Death (also from Spell Compendium: prevents death by hit point damage), Sheltered Vitality (same source, prevents fatigue, ability damage, and ability drain…which also takes the teeth out of disease, poison, and radiation), Death Ward (core Pathfinder books, stops death effects and negative energy effects), and Life Bubble (from Pathfinder: It surrounds the subject in a shell of fresh air, preventing suffocation and pressure problems), Monstrous Regeneration (Magic of Faerun: It grants Regeneration, bypassed by fire and acid, which will deal with lost limbs and things). Considering, I also add a Fly spell (which does what it says on the tin: Grants flight… which may seem an odd choice, but it's because wings don't work in a vacuum), and two copies of Energy Immunity (from Spell Compendium: It grants Immunity to a specified energy type from a list of five, I pick fire and acid to cover the regeneration). She can be injured, but only temporarily, and she'll live; killing her… pretty much requires decapitation. But she'll feel everything.
Which is how she wants it, now.
With each spell cast, her chest and hips expand, while her waist contracts… but with the amount of volume she has already, the buffs are barely noticeable. Is there any limit to this?
“She's out of male essence for us to devour,” my pink partner purrs, “but there’s no limit to a fantasy; she'll just keep growing.” Thanks Patricia.
That done, I extend the claws of my eidolon, and drag my way out of her sensitive places… she bleeds, but I watch the wounds heal back up. She spasms around my hand, and moans. The things I do for my pets.
“Ebonwing doesn't exactly fit you now, does it?” I pluck out one of her feathers, and wave the neon pink plumage in front of her.
She is silent as the feather grows back.
Right. Slave mentality. “What suits you now, hmm? Speak.”
“Mistress, your will is all that I desire. I am less than nothing. Perhaps I should be called…” she starts suggesting a series of curse words, referring to a female dog, female anatomy, excrement, loose behavior, and others, each suggestion more degrading than the next.
The catch being I don't want to say any of those.
“Stop,” I eventually command, “I think I shall name you after a parasite from my homeworld… that also happens to combine some of your features: The cowbird. You also have big dairy tanks, like a cow, are stupid like a cow, have pathetic wings like a bird, and you're bird-brained.” I pause, “Tell me: What do you think?”
“Mistress, you are most perceptive and wise, far beyond this lowly cowbird.” She's not meeting my eyes, and actually sounds like she means that.
“That's settled, then, Cowbird. Now the question becomes: What can you actually do, besides look stupid?” I don't like it, but as I understand it she kind of needs the abuse.
She remains silent.
Oh, right, “Speak.”
“Mistress, this worthless cowbird has some meager skill with weapons, Acrobatics, Athletics, and Life Science.” She still hasn't looked up.
So she'll make an OK Chief Mate. That's fine, I guess… saves me from needing to fill both roles, and so lets me do science officer stuff instead. “Fine. Let me boost your skills, then….”
I reach over, and go ahead and add to her buffs: Greater Heroism for a nice four point Morale bonus to attack rolls, saves, and skill checks… also Immunity to fear and some temporary hit points, but meh. Bestow Insight grants a five point bonus for anything I'm trained in… which includes Acrobatics and Life Science, but not Athletics… until I take a full minute to move my flexible skill, anyway… but I'm not going to do that now. I also add the basic stat boosters for the two associated skills. Between them, she should be eleven points higher at Acrobatics and Life Science, six on Athletics. Again, her chest, hips, and rear swell; her waist narrows… but the scale of her existing warping is such that it's hard to tell.
“There, Cowbird: You should now be passable at those tasks.,” I pause, “Go to the bridge and watch the scanners… you'll be Chief Mate in a fight… not that I expect it to come up… I'll mostly need you to handle panel access while I divert power if it happens. Acknowledge.”
“Yes Mistress, this unworthy wart will act as Chief Mate, and take position on the bridge,” that’s going to get annoying.
But the same solution as used with Stephanie will probably work, so before she can leave the room… crawling… “For official duties, refer to me as Captain Alex Abrams, Captain Alex, Captain Abrams, Captain, or Sir as appropriate. In public non-official scenarios, refer to me as Alex, Alex Abrams, or any from the official duties list as appropriate. Acknowledge.”
“Yes Captain Abrams,” she confirms as she crawls away.
Well, that's dealt with. There's still the oma… “Stephanie, do we have enough carriage to get the animal back to the material plane?”
Stephanie answers instantly, “We'd need to get really, really close… we'll need to hold the creature, but the drift engine can handle it. Do you want to manage the arms, captain?”
“Yeah, sure…” I absently reply, heading to the bridge to jack in. Okay, so… the engines need to be disengaged for a full minute to activate the drift engine, so we'll need to hold it in place for that long… huh. “Stephanie, we only have a Mark 1 robotic appendage installed; do you think the arms will successfully hold the beast while it's thrashing?”
“I don't anticipate that will be a problem, captain,” replies the AI, a hint of amusement in her voice.
I wonder why? “Okay, sounds good, I’ll be on the bridge shortly.”
I reach the bridge without any issues, connect up to Stephanie via my Accelerated Datajack, and switch to the robotic appendage setup, giving me Stephanie's perspective… which leaves me looking at a magic space whale that's just slightly smaller than ‘I’ am. I take a moment to think things through again: The cloak will fail when I grab him, and the thrusters need to be off for a full minute, which means I'll need to hold him for that long… I don't quite get why Stephanie isn't worried about him wrestling free… but it's her body, and she's fairly easy to fix up, so… I shrug, reach out, drift slowly over, and wrap ‘my’ arms around the beast, shutting down the thrusters when I do.
The cloak flickers off, and the oma immediately hugs ‘me’ back with his flippers, which leaves me confused… until I feel something sliding into ‘my’ lower lips. Oh. Right. The base frame is also an Oma underneath it all, and very, very female… a thought that's quickly drowned in sensation as ‘my’ body responds to the intrusion. I try to push away to regain some semblance of control, but the beast has ‘me’ pinned tight… and soon enough, I'm lost in the throes of passion with the dumb beast, hearing his mating song via vibrations in Stephanie's hull.
I do hear a status update from Stephanie at one point: “Activating Drift Engine,” but I don't really care at the time.
‘My' body is super responsive… I can feel him inside ‘me’, his member sliding in and out of ‘my’ folds, pleasure building… and building… I wrap ‘my’ arms around my lover, not caring about his animal appearance with the heat in my loins, and I shudder when I feel his seed splashing inside ‘me’ and an earthquake runs through my middle... and then he lets go, and it's over. I'm left panting as I turn off the feed from Stephanie Steel's senses, and look down to see I need to change my pants… looks like my real body got off on the sensation as well.
I can't help but smile, the afterglow running through me, “Take us back to the drift, Stephanie, and get us back on course. You have the helm.”
“Yes captain,” my ship sounds like she's smirking… but I can't see it, and she'd simply enjoy any attempt to spank her.
I shake my head as I leave the bridge to go get changed.
