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“Umm… I'm certainly intimidated…” Bob cringes, keeping his teeth hidden.

Frank considers a little longer, “You're still my goddess, and a good friend. I kind of want to do what you say, but compelled?” He rubs his chin.

“Easy to check,” I shrug, which sends ripples down my chest, drawing Bob and Frank's eyes. “Slap your own face.

“So not compelled, then,” Bob nods as Frank's hand stays firmly on his chin.

“So what happened?” Frank looks at the mess, not making a move to clean it up, “Should we still be concerned?”

How to explain this… “My gift of power has some rules attached, and I can give more when I attach a couple drawbacks. I went with some suspicion from aligned outsiders: We don't deal with them often, it seemed a safe one. A thing that makes you treated as the Android race for spells where it matters… of which there are very few, because you're still not a construct. There was also one that requires you to obey your patron, which was contextually me. I figured that was a free drawback, since I had no plans on actually using it. I didn't realize just how deep it went.” I say while standing naked in a puddle of Gregory's love juice. “No matter what I told any of you to do… you simply did it, and waited on explicit permission for anything directly involving me to boot.”

“And you don't want to be queen,” Bob consider, “I see.”

“I'm as subject to occasionally being an idiot as anyone else,” I chuckle, “if you can't tell me when I'm being stupid, there's a problem.”

“So the thing with Gregory was, what, exactly?” Frank scrunched his face up.

“A combination of annoying hormones and figuring out just how badly I'd screwed up,” I answer.

“If it helps…” Gregory croaks weakly from the bed, “...that was awesome, and I'd love to do it again… another day.”

“What are these rules, exactly?” Frank rolls his tongue around in his mouth, looking a little down and to the left, lost in thought.

“They fill thousands of pages of text,” any non-updated D&D 3.0; all D&D 3.5, Pathfinder, and Starfinder; plus published third party items for the above, “so I can't exactly recite them,” I roll my eyes, “but yes, there's a lot of loopholes and optimization possible.”

“But for the immediate issue, it's just the control thing,” Bob nods, “what do we lose with that?”

I'd drop a Mythic Exemplar instance, so… “Frank, you'd lose that sudden flash of movement and the ability to hit someone on the way,” Fleet Charge by name, “Bob and Gregory, you'd lose that reflexive ability to block blows,” Sudden Block by name.

“I can live without that,” Gregory croaks out, “but would that mean we can't get a replay?”

I consider… it takes a full day for a canceled Mythic rank to come back to me and be available for reuse, but I have twenty two such to hand out (limit one per worshipper) and only need three right now. “There's some limits, but I can pretty much put that back in whenever you want, and pull it again when we're done.”

Frank nods, “Totally acceptable. All right… I miss that feeling of power otherwise, though, so if you don't mind…”

Bob nods, “what he said.”

I reinstate them all, minus “Patron” and the ability bought with that drawback. I keep it in mind for a poison pill for later, though. Also fun with the guys. One Unseen Servant spell later and I'm working on UPBs while a spell handles cleanup.

The gray cloaking device and ultra long range sensors do the job: We get to the target system (eventually) with no particular problems, giving everyone we encounter a very wide berth. We're briefly exposed during our transition out of the Drift… but we check the area around us before we exit the Drift, and turn it back on immediately on arrival… nobody's waiting for us.

We scan the system. Frank handles scanning for planets (moving the ship around the system and running our scanners to watch for how everything moves to identify gravity wells: The Map System downtime activity), while I run analysis on the computers (looking at the found objects' spectra and mass to identify what kind of object it is: A rocky planet, a gas giant, a large asteroid, etc: The Celestial Analysis downtime activity). We don't have a great shipboard computer, so it takes a full day for it to chew through the analysis of each object. Frank finds them slightly faster than I can analyze them (an average of twice as fast, specifically), and that's actually OK. After a few weeks, we figure out we have the system pretty well mapped, and then go start looking at the more interesting ones… which amounts to orbiting them, scanning, and feeding the data into the computer (World Analysis and World Mapping).

We actually spend a couple months at it, and my conclusion when we are finally ready to actually land on that little blue and green habitable marble we find?

“We really need to upgrade our computers,” I arch my back after yet another day of sitting in front of a machine telling the computer what zones I want it to analyze next.

Of course, that really emphasizes my oversized chest, and Frank clearly enjoys it, what with the reaching around from behind me to knead them for me… hmm so nice… stupid hormones… “Personally, I don't mind the long, boring, uneventful tasks since you came on board.”

“You have five minutes to quit that before I rip your clothes off and ride you to exhaustion…” I breathe out, “but I think we've learned as much as we can about this planet from orbit.”

“Help me out here, are you asking me to stop?” Frank chuckles as he continues pawing at me.

“Not at all… ship's mattress, remember?” Heh. Despite putting a knife to the throat of the folks who wanted me to sell my body… I'm now just handing it out to anyone who asks. Stupid hormones. At least Life's Champion, whoever he is, really wants his girls to feel good. “But we probably should land and pick up a couple samples from each of the major biomes.” I dismiss my Astral Suit to give Frank better access.

“Yeah… and we're looking at maybe getting the colony planet bonus,” Frank spins my chair around, showing me that at some point he opened his pants, which also happens to put his meat rod at my eye level. “So we definitely should get proof of what's here.”

Why do those things always smell so tasty? Eh, I give head in our foursomes and threesomes. I slide his rod between my giant jugs, lick his shaft a few times (he's already at attention) and start sucking him off in earnest while I rub my massive milk makers along his shaft. It shuts him up pretty well…or rather, makes him very loud, but stops him from actually talking for a while.

After I get my salty protein shake, Frank smiles lazily… “Has anyone returned that favor yet?”

“Not this life, no,” I give a quick answer. Unlike most people, I have firsthand experience that reincarnation is a thing. But I did have a woman go down on me, once, the life before.

“Then let me be the first,” he gets down between my legs, which I open for him, and starts doing wonderful things with his tongue, licking and rubbing and… soon enough I'm clamping down on his head as some slut screams.

When I finally let him up for air, he licks his lips, “Do you know you taste like honey down there?” I notice he's hard again, and dribbling from his lower head… and his eyes are a little dilated… his skin is flushed.

“Ah, what?” I raise an eyebrow, feeling the afterglow. He looks as floaty as I feel… but he didn't… hmm…

“Oh, here…” he reaches a hand between my legs, sticks a few fingers in, which gets me warmed up again, and then brings them to my lips, “Try it!”

I take a tentative lick… and yes, honey flavor… and suddenly I'm feeling much warmer. Hmm. “Ah… before we get too far into that…” I pant a little, “...we know my other fluids aren't exactly normal… do you mind…?”

“Yeah, sure…” he gets a pipette, collects some of my juices, and gets to work….