Megan needs a drink before she changes the World

"Bwuh." I finally said.

Julia nodded as if I'd ordered properly. "So that's a yes on the chocolate milk. Do you want a breakfast pastry or sandwich to go with it? The egg and cheese croissant is fantastic."

"Yes, please." I whimpered. I stared at the Latina MilkyMaid's erect nipples. Another drop of chocolate milk beaded up and hung from her nipple.

Julia grinned again as she leaned forward with an arm folded beneath her udders and the other cupping my slack chin. A stiff, fat nipple passed my lips and I gently bit down to suckle on it. A flood of cool and sweet chocolate milk filled my mouth and my eyes rolled back as they fluttered closed. I quivered and moaned while Julia brushed my hair from my face with her gloved fingers, cradling my head to her bosom as I drank deep.

"Thaaat's it…" She purred, voice filled with satisfaction. "Drink my milk. It's what I'm here for, you know? I get to feed and fuck all you lovely customers~" We both gasped in pleasure, me from her warm fingers slipping across my practically buzzing pussy to find my clit, Julia from me sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as I could at once. It was a miracle no milk spilled from my lips when we shook together.

I swallowed one last time before slumping into my comfy chair as a small orgasm rippled through me. Without me realizing, my mouth opened and a question poured out.

"Are you guys hiring any new MilkyMaids?" My eyes shot open and I covered my blushing face with a squeak. I can't believe I just asked that! Aaahhh!

Julia let out a smooth chuckle that made me shiver, even her voice was sexy! That's just unfair! "How about I get you your food first? If you don't change your mind we can talk then, okay hun?" She kissed me on the forehead and winked. The Maid strutted away, hips swaying and tail flicking cheerfully.

Okay! Back to the Rulebook! I lightly smacked my cheeks to focus. Let's make my fantasies reality! More of them, I mean. Julia on her own awakened as many kinks as she satisfied.

But first, some precautions.

[Old Rule: Time is stopped while a Rule is being written.]

[Old Rule: Rules don't take effect until the Rulebook is closed.]

That should prevent any interruptions! I didn't want to know what would happen if I left a Rule half written. I quickly closed the book, then opened it again, flinching at the sudden silence as everything aside from me and the Rulebook faded to a dim gray-scale as time stopped.

“Okay…that's almost as creepy as it is cool.” My voice sounded oddly flat and tinny in this frozen world I'd made. The air was still and it felt like I should be having a hard time breathing, but it was fine. Probably best not to think too hard about it.

I looked around the cafe to see deep shadows at the edges of the room and the endless void in the windows that had replaced the sunny spring afternoon. I shivered and turned my eyes to a much more pleasing sight.

In a black and white tableau that would fit right in at an erotic art museum, Sarah and the customer she was servicing were locked in an orgasmic embrace. The MilkyMaid’s blonde hair flared out as she flung her head back mid-moan, her cow ears perked up and her tail was blurring at the tip from how fast it was flicking. The customer's hands had moved up to her waist, fingers tugging on the laces of her corset, his ass had lifted entirely from his seat and trails of fluid shone on both of their thighs.

I had caused this. Me, shy little Megan who'd barely even kissed a boy, let alone any girls. Two complete strangers were fucking like beasts in public, one of them a literal cowgirl leaking milk— and no one was so much as batting an eye! Hell, I could see a pair of hooves sticking out from beneath a table where a prim and proper office lady struggled to keep her composure as the Maid serviced her with fingers and tongue.

More. I needed to change more!

My deepest fantasy was to be in a harem. I wanted, no, needed to be in a harem. One girl among several bound in a sisterhood happily serving our Master. We'd fall asleep together in a snuggle pile every night, after we drained our Master of cum of course! Then do it all over again the next morning.

But in real life it didn't work like that. It couldn't. The genders were too balanced and the people too jealous for harems as I imagined them to exist for long in any normal circumstance.

I could easily write a few Rules to make an exception for myself and whoever joined me. But that would be boring and unfair to everyone else! Everyone deserves to have or be part of a harem and what's the point of ultimate power over reality if I don't use it?

I did not giggle cutely as I wrote the Rules that would bring my vision into reality. No, I cackled like a madwoman as I created the perfect conditions for a Harem World to exist!

[Old Rule: Humans are born as one of four sexes. Women account for roughly eighty percent of the population, Men fifteen percent, Femboys four percent, and Futas taking up the remaining one percent. All humans lack unwanted body hair, smell of a flower, fruit or herb unique to them, and are able to eat almost any food to maintain a healthy weight. Instead of cancer, humans can heal from almost anything that doesn't destroy the brain or upper torso within a year, though people still die of old age after a couple centuries.]

There. Now everyone is happy and healthy! And harems will be the natural and expected form of sexual relationships. Hehehe!

[Old Rule: Women on average are five feet tall with a variation of about three inches in either direction. They can have several body types. Including curvy shortstacks, slender and petite pixies, athletic tomboys, or a unique mix of the other types. Nearly all women are bi/pansexual and polyamorous, happiest in a small harem of other women, centered on the man or futa who claimed them. We can have a rainbow of hair and eye colors. Skin tones are always even, and freckles and other marks always make pleasing patterns or vanish if they are unwanted. Women can only become pregnant after they are Claimed by a man or futa, and usually stop at two children. Menstruation and childbirth are simple and pain free with minimal mess.]

[Old Rule: Men on average are six feet tall and easily able to maintain a physically fit form that matches their personality. They are instinctively able to gather and manage a harem consisting of 2-6 members, balancing interpersonal relationships with ease. Most men are only attracted to women, but many make a harem of any sex or combination thereof, though men attracted to other men are extremely rare. When a man wishes to Claim a new harem member, their testicles begin producing a special type of semen that when willingly swallowed imprints on the drinker's mind, binding them to the man so long as they are happy. A man can only Claim a new Harem member a few times before his testicles can no longer produce the Claiming effect.]

Oh this is so exciting! I can't wait to be Claimed! I hope I end up as a shortstack so my Master has plenty of me to play with! I wonder what body types my sisters will have?

[Old Rule: Femboys are almost indistinguishable from a woman visually. They lack significant breasts and tend to be an inch or so taller on average. Their genitalia consist of internal testicles that cannot Claim and produce mostly nonviable semen. Their penises are often either small and cute or impressively large and thick. Femboys almost universally love being dominated by futas and vice versa.]

[Old Rule: Futas appear as very tall women, only an inch or so shorter than men on average. They are usually either elegant and graceful ladies or sleek and powerfully muscled Amazons, though exceptions always exist. They are proportionally just as strong as men and can Claim harem members in the same way. While they usually prefer femboys in their harems, they can Claim women and other futas as well. They possess both types of genitalia, they are usually infertile, though rarely a futa can become pregnant or impregnate a woman. Their children are almost always futas.]

[Old Rule: Any Human that is born as the wrong sex for their mind, will develop the right body sometime during puberty or upon realization, whichever comes first. Their friends and family almost always support them in this.]

Okay. I think that's everything for now. After a deep breath I put down my pencil and closed the Rulebook.

The world shifted around me—