Yes, but-

Andy shook his head and mustered up the will to parlay with the creature. "Fine, I'll help you out, but not the way you're asking me," Andy said as he saw a frown grow on the fairy's face. "I promise I won't use the book unless you're around and I'll cast whatever spell you want me to cast... but I can't promise to give you the book right now. I would have nothing left to bargain with when we're done."

The fairy pondered Andy's words for a second and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess that's a fair enough. But if I don't get that book when we're done, you are, at the very least, going to be stuck with that coochie for the rest of your life."

"That sounds... fair enough," Andy said and glanced down to his naked pubis, realizing his legs were finally allowed to clasp together.

"Excellent," the fairy beamed. Then she twirled as a satin jumpsuit manifested onto her body. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of her new equipment tucked inside the fabric, causing quite an impressive but not tasteless bulge in her outfit. "Then we've agreed. Spell book is locked when I'm not around, you cast any spell I want you to, and at the end we parlay for the book and the quality of your future existence."

"For your guidance and aid whenever I get into trouble," Andy added, pointing an index finger at the now dressed fairy.

"Right," the fairy replied, realizing she had a part to play as well. "Hmm, which is a bit of a pickle, but any aid and guidance is better than none, I'm sure!"

"What do you mean?" Andy asked, giving her a stink eye as he began gingerly pulling up his boxers. He had to change the clothes soiled by his messy orgasm anyway, but he didn't need to sit here naked if she wasn't naked.

"Here's what I can do: I'll give you one of my names and you can call me whenever," the fairy said as she snapped her fingers and light began drawing stuff in the air visualizing her situation. "Advantage: I might be able to telepathically communicate to you. And if nothing else, you might be able to summon me the conventional way without the long ritual. Problem: I can't be predictable summoned for emergency advice whenever, because I got other jobs and monsters keeping an eye on me."

"Sometimes I might be available, sometimes not. Sometimes I can't even answer because I'm face first knee deep in some asshole's asshole," she said and shrugged as if that was no big deal. "Either way. With some guidance, I think you should be able to control most of your problems with some discipline and routines. Other times. Well, you have an supernatural advantage that few can compete with," she said as she pointed at your crotch. "As long as you're charged up that is."

"What do you mean, charged up?" Andy asked, not liking the implication.

The fairy smirked like a cat playing with a mouse it had caught. "Oh, I think you can figure that out on your own. But I'll give you this tip: When you have a choice, you should choose to nurture or to harvest. She won't deny you that choice," she said, gesturing to your lower body while two flowers grew in the background, one turned quickly into a strawberry and the other into a cherry tree. "Also, you can call me Dahlia," she said as she waved goodbye at Andy. Suddenly, she turned into a purple poof of smoke, which quickly spread out into nothing but a faint smell of womanly perfume.

"Dahlia?" Andy asked to the empty room, getting nothing but silence in return. huffing in annoyance, he closed his eyes and took a mental breath. "Dahlia! Where the fuck are you!?"

"You've reached Dahlia," a recorded voice said in his head, "I can't answer your summoning right now. Leave a message after the beep!" followed by what sounded like a well trained bird emulating the tone of a message machine before fumbling with the beak at putting some receiver back on the hook.

"Well, fuck me," Andy said as he looked down at himself and adjusted his pants. He found the lack of bulge disturbing and went to get a pair of socks to compensate while pondering what to do next.