My four-armed, blue-skinned uncle considers, “You did destroy my army…”

  “In self defense,” I point out, “and I also brokered peace with your brother.”

  “True…” he grins, “...so I'm going to extend a power you already have. That supernatural attractiveness you have in your lycanthropic form will now apply to any reasonably-compatible adult, regardless of what form you're in. Have fun!”

  As Judgement vanishes, I frown. How am I going to participate in society when literally everyone wants to jump my bones and will stop caring about society's rules? I mean… it sounds fun, and now that I'm twelfth level I can cure the ensuing lycanthropy then and there before it has a chance to root deeply… hrm. This is both good and bad. I take a moment to cast Block the Seed on myself… I don't want to get folks stuck with babies, nor get stuck with one.

  Again.

  “Nice to be back in my office… hmm…” Death whispers in my head, “I'm honestly not sure if that's going to be good or bad for you… it depends on how he runs it.”

  I pause, “Mind expanding on that?”

  “That's simple… Judgement is the one that gets to decide how widely it's interpreted.” My uncle pauses a bit, “So that could mean when you're a male humanoid, you'll be attractive to anything that's at least partly female humanoid; when you're a female centaur you'll be attractive to male pegasi, centaurs, hippogriffs, and such: anything with male horse-like equipment… or it could mean that while you have a warm wet hole, any male of any species small enough to fit their gear in it will find you attractive… which would lead to you getting randomly assaulted by every animal in range. He can set it basically anywhere in between, and he can change his mind on how he wants to interpret that on a whim as long as he stays within the wording.”

  “So I better hope he's in a good mood, then.”

  “Indeed…” Death chuckles, “until such time as he no longer wishes to maintain it at all.”

  “Lovely. Well…” I think a bit, “...I suppose I should go out and see how he’s running it.”

  “Sensible enough. Be seeing you…” Uncle C’s voice fades from my head.

  I think for a minute, then shrug, and cast Greater Pne Shift (it's from one of the esoteric books… it works like Pne Shift, but instead of taking me to a random spot five to five hundred miles from my target location, it takes me exactly to my target location… if I have been there). I arrive on target by the nest, Last Shadow standing off the nest, inspecting the sleeping chicks.

  “Hello my love,” she greets me telepathically, “No need for a feeding just yet.”

  I smile, “I know the schedule,” okay, she's not feeling the compulsion while we’re not shaped simirly… good. “If the chicks will be okay for a while, do you mind taking on your human form for a bit?”

  “Sure, no problem…” she shifts, and starts licking her lips as her lower mouth starts visibly drooling, “Ah… my love… what happened? You're suddenly just so…” Huh… there's a slight pink tint to her pupils…

  She doesn't finish her sentence, tackling me. I step out of ARMOR and shift my clothes to my shadow, letting the shifted griffon mount me and ske her lusts, her beautiful bouncing orbs in my face as she rides me, her hair whipping wildly around, her lower mouth hungrily squeezing and releasing my rod until she shudders in ecstasy. That pushes me over and I paint her insides with my currently sterile seed… and she keeps going, her soft body, custom-designed for me (and by me) acting not only willing, but eager. VERY eager. She's like an animal, humping away, her arms grabbing my shoulders and holding me down while she has her way with me… quite the welcome change from her lying there like a dead fish. She doesn't even flinch when I massage her rear cheeks, she moans when I finger that nub she keeps rubbing on me, and again when I grab those fleshy orbs and guide one to my mouth… no milk, that's fine… she even lets me pull her close, and moans when I stick my tongue down her throat.

  After a good thirty minutes of heaven (and six screaming times going off for her), I speak up: “How long will the kids stay warm?”

  When she doesn't answer, just continuing to bounce up and down on my rod, I shift into a female form, and repeat, “How long will the kids stay warm?”

  As the pink tint fades from her pupils, she answers, “Their down will keep them warm; they'll be fine as long as we don't have a snowstorm or anything. Ah… what happened? That was very, very enjoyable, but… it's new.”

  So she can tell… good, probably… “The Final Judge gave me a Gift. How'd he put it… the attractiveness I have in my lycanthropic form will now apply to any ‘reasonably-compatible adult’, regardless of what form I'm in. That hit you when you shifted to a humanoid form.”

  She considers as she retreats to her natural form, “Does it work when you're a griffon?”

  I shrug, “I don't know for certain yet… would you like to find out?”

  She pauses, tilting her eagle head this way and that, “I don't want to risk being drawn away from the nest right now.”

  I nod, “Understandable. I have a few other aspects of this I should check,” starting with some animals I have put away, “I'll be back by the chicks’ normal feeding time. Think at me if anything comes up.” The esoteric library includes an Interpnar Telepathic Bond spell; I can now mentally talk with Last Shadow even from my off-pne library.

  “Will do my love.”

  I gear back up and Pne Shift to my pantry, where I have my servants breeding chickens, ponies, pigs, horses, and cows. I take a little time to walk around… the male summoned caretakers come on to me, a subtle pink tint in their eyes, but stop when I tell them to… although they're obviously very distracted. The animals, fortunately, ignore me… until I shift into the form of a male pig, at which point all the sows come running… I QUICKLY switch back. The breeders are good at their jobs… I have a lot of young chickens running around, and the females of the rger animals are all carrying… nice. Not that it matters much anymore, given that I can make fresh corpses of animals thanks to the Creation Sphere with Fleshcraft and Create Materials, so I really only need these if I want to present someone with a live specimen that won't fade away when sin… basically when selling them, training the chicks on what to eat and how to hunt, or if I want to give Last Shadow a treat.

  Satisfied, I use Greater Pne Shift to go to my castle, and walk out the front door, shifting to my normal male form as I do. I find I need to tell the female summons to back off, but not the males; that's not too bad. I head out to town, and… okay, yes, the real male popution basically ignores me, beyond giving the same level of fear and respect they normally do. There aren't many real women in town… hmm… I head to the guildhouse; Aldamen isn't a prime beauty, but she's certainly a woman, and isn't visibly pregnant like all of the old gnome's victims who are currently female.

  When I step in, the half-orc woman greets me, “What can I… well helloooo…” yeah, I can see the pink tint in her eyes, “...you're so… rowr…” she gets up and starts walking over, her hands reaching for her blouse… but she closes her eyes partway, then stops. “Okay… what happened, Marty? That's like no spell I've ever encountered.”

  So there's a visual component, and someone strong willed can escape it because of that… good to know. “I bumped up against The Final Judge, and he gave me a mixed blessing.”

  “Ooh… that voice…” she licks her lips as she steps towards me, her hands ripping open her clothes.

  Okay, so sound triggers it too… I switch to female form, “is this better?”

  She stops, “Oh, Devourer that's strong…” she opens her eyes, the pink tint gone, “...I can think clearly now…” she looks up and to the left for a bit, “...but I was enjoying the feeling… really enjoying it.” She looks straight at me, “so do you need something, or do you want to switch back to your normal form so we can have some fun? I am on night tea…” she licks her lips.

  Her eyes aren't pink, so that’s probably proper consent, but… “I do have some business. I have a rather lot of weapons, armor, tents, and other supplies to sell, plus a few orders to pce….”

  She casts Mending on her clothes to fix them up, and answers, “You're no fun….”

  “...but after, if you'd like to help me see if there are any senses that don't trigger it, I will cheerfully bed you.”

  She is all smiles as we go over the details. The preserved food items I keep, storing them against future famine for the town. The horses and hippogriffs I send to my Pantry for breeding. I likewise hang onto the seige engines, in case we need those at some point. The bows, shields, armor, swords, spears, nces, pikes, tents, cots, wagons, cookware, miscelneous things, and minor magic items I put up for sale.

  And then Aldamen helps me run the experiments. We already know sight and sound do it, so we blindfold her and stuff cotton in her ears, and check other senses. While I'm male, touching her skin gets her revved up. As does getting close enough for her to smell me. As does saying hello via Telepathy. Basically, if I'm male, and she's aware of me in the immediate sense, she's burning with lust for me.

  And I do make good on the deal, which means Aldamen is naked and blindfolded with her ears stopped while I have her face down screaming her joy into her pillow… when her barely-orcish daughter Vanessa walksin:

  “Hey mom, where'd you put the…” she of course trails off.