Getting Back To Business

"Three weeks. I was gone three weeks - barely even! More like nineteen days. And you couldn't contain yourself." Zatanna ranted, disbelieving and disappointed.

"Well, at least we can take joy in the results..." Wanda commented, voice high and breathy, fidgeting her seat.

Zatanna could only sigh, shaking her head. "Oh, Wanda, I tell you. Men! They really are all just fools."

"Even the greatest among them, it seems." Wanda said, chuckling, before it was cut off with a strangled groan.

Rob withered under Zatanna's barbs, having just confessed to her what had happened in her absence. His breeding rampage and impregnating Cersei, Liara, Shulkie, Brigitte, Sansa, Arya, and Urbosa. He did this over breakfast and, as much as he deserved her tongue lashing, he couldn't be too down over it. First of all, he was able to have breakfast with Zatanna again, feeling so much more grounded waking up with her at his side. Second, he was able to have breakfast with Wanda, a new tradition for his new... bride? Queen? Mistress? Keeping his harem so loose in it's hierarchy, he had no idea what title to give the two, but they were clearly place upon pedestals above his other slaves.

Speaking of his other slaves and Wanda, with this being her first full day, Rob decided to roll out the red carpet to impress his Scarlet Witch, the three of them eating a luxury meal in the grand dining room, not having to lift a finger. Tifa and Nami cooked, Lara and Samus served, while Lana, Vi, and Caitlyn were underneath the table, orally servicing Rob and his two hands. He had specifically called the police sluts to show-off the full scope of his power and majesty, hoping to woo Wanda. So far, she was mostly spasming as Vi at her out, still not use to the constant sexual servicing of living in his harem.

"Well... there's nothing I can really say here except I can't turn back." Rob finally said, shrugging and raising his palms upright. "What's done is done. With the two of you, that means I have nine kids on the way. But, they're nine months away, which is a long time. Time enough to get everything planned and ready for them." He hoped.

Huffing and puffing after another orgasm on Vi's skilled tongue, Wanda furrowed her brow. "What is it that you need to do before you begin breeding the rest of your slaves, my love?" Rob pausing, thinking for a moment, the only sound being Lana's plump lips slurping up and down his cock.

"Well, first, I want to guarantee the health and safety of both mother and daughter. If I'm going to be breeding everyone and breeding like crazy, I want this pregnancies to be as safe as possible. Next, obviously, I want to make it so my slaves can only give me daughters." Another pause. He took a hearty bite of his chicken and waffles, chewing pensively. "I think I want to accelerate the entire process, too. Cut the gestation process down from the full nine months to... I dunno? Five, four months? Similarly make it so all the babies grow at an accelerated rate, growing into physical, mental, and emotional maturity in a short period of time. I mean, I don't think any of us wants to wait a full eighteen years, do we?"

Both women agreed with their Master's assessment, before another silence fell upon the dining room. Rob quickly gave Lana another spurt of seed, the bitchy police officer making loud gagging and **** sounds, as she struggled to swallow the load.

"Is that possible with your powers combined?" Rob asked, hopefully. He knew that whatever great power Zatanna wielded, she had her limits. She had done a lot to bend reality for him before, but this was task was in a whole other ballpark. "Can we do it now?"

Wanda and Zatanna shared a glance at one another. Instantly, Rob could read the guilt upon their faces and knew what the answer was.

"Power is a very tricky thing. Magic power even moreso." Zatanna began, diplomatically. "It cannot feed upon itself, at least not easily and readily. It is why I was never able to achieve your goals by myself, why I sought out Wanda in the first place."

"Which I am glad for," Wanda took over, smiling at her counterpart with genuine affection. "But, as it seems, out powers are too incompatible with each other. Zatanna cannot just say, 'Adnaw semoceb tnetopinmo ni ecivres fo ruo Retsam' and then make it true."

Rob had to pause, checking the sentence Wanda just said. "I am supremely impressed you were able to say that so well backwards." Wanda beamed.

"You are too kind, my love."

"Anyways, as of now our powers are not compatible." Zatanna spoke once more. "With time, we might be able to make them work in harmony, saw off the edges and **** the jigsaw puzzles to fit, but changing reality on that scale is beyond us right now. We might be able to make one of them happen at a time, but much like when I altered the reality of the police here, it would exhaust us and leave us out of power for a few days."

"We did come up with one solution." Wanda said. Then, with a flick of the wrist and the barest expression of her power, two marbles appeared in her hands. Small glass sphered with light spilling about in them, as in actual lightning bolts dancing within the boundary of the sphere. One was a deep purple, the other a vibrant scarlet. "We sealed part of our power in these crystals. Give one of us the sphere originating from the other, and it will enable a temporary, one-time power boost."

It was a lot to take in, but Rob believed he had followed it well enough. With great care, he took hold of the two marbles, marveling at the warmth radiating from them. "Could you accomplish all of what I want if we used them now?"

Zatanna grimaced. "Maybe. It's hard to say. At the very least, each of us could cross one item off of your list with that power. But it would only be a one-time thing, remember. We would not be able to use the same trick twice."

With Zatanna's answer in his mind, Rob stared at the two spheres, considering his options. "Well, let's put a pause on it right now. Like I said, nine months is a lot of time. I'm certain we'll figure out the right solution in time.

"But, enough of this, once we finish breakfast, I do have another task for the two of you..."

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Growing up in Queens, Mary Jane Watson was Rob Daily's next door neighbour.

More than that, they were childhood friends, drawn together by the fact the both game from broken homes from the wrong side of the tracks (Rob's deceased mother and negligent father, and MJ's alcoholic, deadbeat dad). While their interests and hobbies differed wildly, they were largely inseparable through school. The chubby nerd who loved fantasy and sci-fi and the scrappy, ill-dressed, often dirty tomboy.

Things changed though, as they always do. By the end of middle school, going into high school, MJ grew into her looks, beginning her transition into the world class beauty she would eventually be. Quickly, she fell into the in-crowd, while Rob remained with the out-crowd. though MJ always made attempts to stay in contact and never picked on him or his friends. Then, at sixteen, she was offered her first modelling contract and by that point, she was off the races. By the time she graduated, her and Rob barely shared words on the day-to-day, with MJ being whisked off into the heart of NYC to begin her ascent in the world of modelling.

That was the story of of Rob Daily and Mary Jane Watson. Or, at least, it was now, according to Rob's altered memories. Wanda had rooted around in his mind, relaying all of these facts to him with cool simplicity.

"So that's how it is, huh?" Rob thought aloud after Wanda's diagnosis, sitting in deep thought once more before Wanda and Zatanna, the trio having retreated to his study following breakfast.

"I will admit, even I am a little surprised." Zatanna said, after giving her lover a moment to bask in his thoughts. "The nature of your wishes were broad, to be sure, but for it to - for the lack of a better word - retcon your past is simply astonishing."

"Well, Mary Jane is the ultimate girl next door. This is just putting her into the role she always plays." Rob replied. Then, looking towards Wanda, he asked, "You didn't happen to see any other startling beauties inserted into my past, did you?"

Wanda gave a sharp shake of her head. "I did not. Now that I know what I am looking for, the energies emanating from the woman you have summoned into reality is distinct and potent. I cannot confidently say I saw all of your memories, sir, but of what I saw, Miss Watson stood out like a sore thumb. Bright red and green amidst a sea of black and white."

"Well," Rob slapped his palms onto his thighs, "that's all I really need to know then. I have another lovely lady just land in my lap, I would be a fool not to take advantage of this." He stood up to find Wanda smirking devilishly at him.

"Ah, this shall be my first conquest for you, my lord. Shall I go right now? Between Zatanna and I, we can most certainly seize her and break her in no time at all."

His mouth quirking upright, Rob gave Wanda's suggestion some due thought, before waving her off with a big, "Nah!"

Wanda blinked rapidly, caught wholly off-guard. "Pardon, sir?" She looked to Zatanna, the magician offering her a simple shrug, surrendering the floor back to Rob.

"If I need you two, then I'll ask for your help. But I'm going to do this my way." Rob took his phone out and quickly dialed the number MJ gave him last night. "Hey, MJ? It's Rob. I was thinking, were you free tomorrow? Coffee? Lunch? I am dying to see you again and chitchat."

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Lately, I have been dealing with some personal issues, some writer's block, but also enjoying the summer and exploring some other projects. With that in mind, plus I will be taking a brief vacation next week, I'll be taking a short hiatus. Cannot say for how long or when I'll be back, but I will be, and the story will continue. We're rapidly approaching some good stuff, and there's no way I can quit now.

Cheers to everyone out there and take it easy until next time.