Reroll

And I'm me again.  Also surrounded by about ten feet of clear space that matches where I died, and fire past that.  Betty and Ed are here too… and all of us are naked.

“Okay, no way you died,” Ed begins, looking at Betty, “So I'm guessing it's time to level up.”

We all glance around… yep, books, sheet, quill, inkwell, and blotter; one set for each of us, sitting on nearby building steps.

“It looks like I survived the blast,” Ed declares when he sees his sheet, “I'm just leveling up.  Betty, please, PLEASE do not do that when friendlies are nearby.  It HURTS.”

“Sorry… maybe I can make it up to you?” She flutters her eyes at him. Eugh, even here Betty’s insatiable.

Of course, she is a pretty naked woman… and of reasonable proportions, even.

Ed considers, “Well…” I can see Ed's arousal building in real time… and can feel my own, “Fine, get over here….”

Betty drops to her knees and crawls over; before she wraps her lips around Ed's shaft, she looks back at me, “And you should get my other holes… do cream my plum, I did kill you after all… and we're never here long enough for a baby,” she winks and then puts her mouth to uses other than talking.

I AM still a guy: Of course I accept that invitation.

I kneel down and slide in… Betty is already sopping wet, so there's no resistance, her body accepts my ambassador easily.  She is warm and wet… I start thrusting, leaning forward and resting my chest on her a bit so I can reach down and play with her milk makers… good handfuls… soft…ooh, her taps are at full attention too, nice….

We all enjoy each other's company for a while; Ed quits first, Betty swallowing his load.  I dump the first of mine into Betty's baby channel shortly thereafter, and we change it up, me laying down and Betty climbing on top, where she rides me to completion again (eventually; the second seeding takes longer), at which point we switch again and I pound her up against a wall for a while.  After I drop my third delivery into her bay, I notice she's starting to get dry down there, so I pull out.

I look around… Ed's gone; apparently he finished before we did.

“Oh, we need to do that again some time…” Betty seems a little out of it.

“Definitely,” I can feel the goofy grin on my face… I'm not in much better shape, really, “But we do have a reason to be here….”

I turn to the books. Betty finishes first, of course; simply leveling up is much faster than a full… seventh level, huh?... build.

I review everything one last time, and sign myself out of this realm and back to the real world.

I find I'm back in the mostly-empty street. Betty and Ed are looking around, frowns on their faces.

“There's never been a delay…” Ed starts.

“That'll be Kenny's animal companion,” Betty looks at my full-sized tiger, “but where is he?”

“I'm right here,” I let them know, “I'm just invisible and incorporeal. I have a plan for that, though; give me a minute…” I take a moment to look myself over… which requires Detect Magic apparently, nice that I have that.  My twin globes are as big as Betty’s, spilling out over my hands when I lift them, the milk taps a little on the small side compared to a natural woman, but not too bad. My skin is straight-up black, my height is pretty normal… judging by a nearby door, I'm in the five foot six to five foot eight range.  My waist is thin but not strangely so, my hips flair out a little… my backside has some serious cushion to it… my muscles are toned… my cavern is wet but at least not dripping constantly this time.

The real gem, though? I have a footlong sausage coming out from beneath my cavern… and I realize I JUST went incorporeal: I can't use it on anyone but myself… oh well.

Still… arbitrary body, thanks to magic.  I'll be fine; I might even be able to incorporate this in shape-shifting… but experimentation can wait.  I head to my animal companion, Fluffy.

“Hey girl… let me in…” she obeys as I use Malevolence to take over her body.

Note: Being on all fours, and smelling EVERYTHING, is weird. Colors are weird… I guess Tigers are not trichromats like humans… the shadows seem brighter… right, low-light vision… well… I shimmy out of the pack saddle that's carrying everything, and shift into my human form, taking care to match my “Kenna Smith” ID, with my extra dark brown skin, crazy shortness, and sizeable hooters… which, interestingly, restores my color vision and drops down the brightness of shadows… that's fine, I don't like being colorblind anyway.  A moment's focus, and I'm wearing some “light armor” - Starfinder style… and top of the line; Specialist Hardlight armor, which comes with a whopping twenty-two point bonus to both normal and touch AC while having an eight point maximum Dexterity rating.  I pull my gear out of the pack saddle, put on the gear I plan to use full time, pack the rest up in the null space chamber I purchased for the purpose, and drop that in my Warp Storage (Spheres and Starfinder have some nice things).  A little concentration, and my armor is glammed up to look like normal clothes: The jeans, shirt, and jacket I had earlier.  I also grab all my real gear, of course.  The contract items crumble to powder at a touch, but my phone, ID, cash, and such are all fine.  Those I keep in Warp Storage directly.

I smile, “There we go. One less body in the possie… but this should be fine.  Shall we loot the ruffians?”