I look around the room… it looks like we all went with android-looking builds. That's… maybe partly due to Hayden's native ability to command undead. They all still look recognizably themselves, as does my summoned minion… nice. They also all picked up power suits themselves… which is a handy thing: My power suit grants grants four points of armor bonus, three of shield, and increases the wearers Strength and Dexterity by four points… basically a nine point increase to armor css, roughly the equivalent of heavy armor at this level… and between the built-in force field, Hardness, and it taking half of the damage of any attack directed at the wearer, it effectively grants an extra forty-four hit points besides (the first dozen of which recover on their own in under a minute if not depleted completely).

  Charlene speaks up first, testing out her newfound machine telepathy, “Looks like we're good to go.”

  “How do you think Hayden will react?” Brenna replies the same way.

  “Does it matter?” Alice shrugs, “if she's cool with our fluid nature, well. If not… we can drop her off at the next spaceport, no harm done… probably.”

  Huh, I can ‘see’ their electronics… ah, because it is still a form of Telepathy, so Psychic Sense applies to any of the things I can talk with via Telepathy… interesting, especially considering basically everyone carries at least some technological gear. That probably means I can drop the Extended Telepathy feat safely enough next time, “Well… let's go check with her.”

  Charlene leaves a summon at the helm (looks like she is still doing minionomancy), and we head to Ms. Flux's quarters and tap her doorbell, Alice taking the lead, “Hayden? We should probably have a word with you.”

  “Come on in…” she shouts back through the door.

  We walk in, and find she's taking advantage of the entertainment library… specifically watching some adult videos that I absolutely never saw in my life, one hand between her legs fingering her little nub, the other one on her chest, kneading her milk makers, teasing her taps; her glowing red eyes are half-lidded, “Ah… you're magical Androids now? How did that happen?” She doesn't stop as she looks us over, as though her activities are as standard as drinking coffee.

  “It takes a while, but we're a bit fluid, and ran a few design tweaks,” Alice gives a half-truth, taking Hayden's nudity in steide,“the ship is the same way; we upgraded the sensors.”

  “You design yourselves, huh?” Her eyes zoom to my Conjuration Companion’s crotch, “Does that mean you're packing under the hood? It's been ages since I had a good rod ramming into me, stretching me out, and filling me up.” She licks her lips.

  “Well, it's not super rge,” I actively possess my minion to reply verbally, “but I didn't see any particur reason to be average.” I need to renew it every three minutes… for now. That will be measured in rounds in just another level or two; I'll need to do something about that… probably the possession talent of the Death sphere.

  “Wonderful…” the lich licks her lips again, “do you want to come over here and show me how well you use it? How lucky your harem is?”

  I sigh, “They're not my harem,” I shake my head, “they're more friends than anything else, and most of them simply aren't into guys…”

  “Ooh, really? I could go for some good tongue action…” Hayden starts eyeing all of us, “...who wants to taste me first?”

  Alice smiles, “I have a harness… best of both worlds…” she taps the button on her own null space chamber, and pulls a set of straps with very realistic synthetic meat pole mounted to it, a good foot long, veiny, well-defined head, and honestly it looks like it's ready to get a woman pregnant, “I'm game.” She flips a small switch on the inside of the harness, and the synthetic man meat starts humming slightly.

  “I'm sold…” the lich opens her mouth and begins openly salivating, losing interest in the show on the screen.

  “Great, let me match your state of dress…” she starts climbing out of her gear.

  “I'll… leave you to it…” I still haven't come to any real conclusions. I don't think I'm ready for quite this much, though.

  “Suit yourself…” Charlene shrugs as she starts stripping down.

  As I see Brenna is also shedding her gear, I make my escape. I take a moment to catch my breath in the hallway and calm myself down… it doesn't work well. I am SO not ready for that much.

  I feel really hollow and empty right now, though.

  I head to my room, trying not to squirm, which is a little easier once the possession wears off and I'm just instructing my minion on where to go… much easier when he has enough of a brain that I can just say, “To my quarters,” and be done with it.

  I revert to my mostly-humanoid form once inside, and I lock the door. Shaking my head, I head to the bathroom, and draw a bath. I strip down, and slide into the warm water as it's filling, the twin orbs taunting me as they float. I SO want to bury my rod between them, to blow my load into the face of the woman carrying them… but I'm on the wrong side. Ugh. And the void in my middle just won't go away. The heat just builds, and builds, and builds. This cursed fantasy form is just so needy.

  Ugh.

  My minion is of course RIGHT THERE. The Limited Range drawback means he always has to stay within a scant ten feet at this level: Fine when he's wearing me, fine when we're both piloting a mech or a small ship. Not so great when I want a bath.

  …maybe he can help?

  I can give him any order, provided it's not pointlessly cruel. Run into a burning building to rescue some kids? No problem. Stand in a campfire and burn for my pleasure? No, not happening.

  But right now I'm the one burning… “pleasure me.”

  I close my eyes and try not to think about the fact that I just ordered a male creature to touch my intimate pces. Instead I put my hands on the chest in front of me and pretend those soft, glorious globes are attached to someone else, enjoying the feel of them under my hands… the softness… the fullness… those twin taps standing straight… and this is not cooling me down.

  A tongue between my legs breaks my chain of thought. He does not know what he's doing… but he's enthusiastic, doesn't need to come up for air, and this body is made to be responsive. Oh yes… that feels nice… my hips start gyrating in earnest. He keeps it up, and the pleasure keeps building, and building, and building. I hear a feminine moan from nearby. Who's in the room with… oh, right. Well… feels nice.

  Right when I'm on the edge… he stops. I hear a needy feminine whimper, then realise I'm making it. I open my eyes to figure out the problem, and see a muscur face coming up out of the water to meet mine. I instinctive turn my head aside, and he kisses my ear as something contacts that deep, needy hole in this body.

  The earthquake hits me instantly. I hear screaming as I thrash in the water, this body's legs wrapping around the intruder and encouraging it to come deeper inside, the strong hips of the summon spping into the inner thighs with which I'm cursed, a light spping following a fraction of a second after a little further down… oh, balls.

  And then he pulls back and thrusts again… and this body goes off again, lighting up my vision with sparks. And again. And again. It. Just. Doesn't. Let. Up.

  I lose track of time, lost in the haze, until I feel him thrust deeply into this body and hold there, then a little kick inside, and then a wet, sticky feeling, warmer than the water. Finally he pulls out and gives me a break. I just y there, floating in both a haze of afterglow and the water.

  As my mind slowly starts to clear, I start taking stock. My summon has his arms wrapped around me, idly stroking the sides of the overly generous globes on this body's chest. We're still in the bath tub, and there's a lot of water on the floor around us… ah, right: I spshed while thrashing. I use my Machine Telepathy to check the time on my personal comm unit… really? Just an hour and he's done? Oh, less than that… I don't know how long we cuddled… I suppose it's his first time.

  …and I need to be more careful with orders.

  I take some time to actually wash up, the heat fortunately dissipated, and I cast Block the Seed on myself just to be sure, refilling the spent point of Mythic power after I do. Never thought I'd need that one, but that's what it's for. Although… a construct body probably doesn't do biology. Still… it shouldn't hurt.

  I drain the tub, have my summon mop the floor, and we dry off, tossing the towels into the automated undry. I dress (just some basic clothes: If I need armor, I get into my mech suit), and turn into a ring, hopping onto my summon’s hand as I do. He gets dressed as well, and armored up. Then we leave my quarters.

  I head to the bridge to check up on how we're doing, passing Hayden's quarters on the way. I find the soundproofing isn't quite perfect, as I can hear moans coming from the ongoing organization. That doesn't bother me too much - it's not uncommon for my three crew mates to get together - but the synchronized chorus of “yes mistress” I can barely hear puts me just slightly on edge… I was never into the S&M scene, creeps me out… but done properly with safe words and whatnot there's nothing wrong with it per se, so I'm not going to stop them from having their fun.

  It still creeps me out, though.

  I head to the bridge and take over for Charlene's summon, watching the stars… we'll need to pick a destination soon. Hmm… we can probably go back to Absalom Station at this point… we're now Constructs rather than undead, our ship is a different size, and it has been a few months… yeah, we should be fine now.

  Not wanting to interrupt everyone's fun, I spend some time drafting an email saying basically the above, sending it, and plotting a course to Absalom Station (that's easy, anyone can do it). Taking ten works fine… and at this point, with this build, I can do that for even an unfamiliar system. And… if anyone objects, we have a few days to figure out how we want to do it, so… I just go ahead and go through the full sequence myself; the ship is small enough that I can, after all. Full stop, engines down, run the Drift Engine for a minute… topsy-turvy tummy and dancing rainbows… and then the Drift. Cloak back on, engines up, and away we go… ten minutes of charting, about five minutes of going through things, and we're off in the pink and purple yonder.

  I turn the bridge watch back over to Charlene's summon, and just sit and watch the screens for a while… theoretically, I'm faster than the ship at this point; a Drift rating of two and a half for me vs. one for the ship. I could just… go out there, chart my own course to Absalom Station, and arrive before the ship… but then I wouldn't have a washroom, TV, people to chat (and do other activities) with, or earnings from the trip. So while it would probably be faster - and the time difference will keep growing more pronounced as we level - it's certainly more enjoyable to go in the ship.

  So for now, I just enjoy the view in my nice comfy chair….