The Life of an Overpowered Elf

Bree sat in her throne room; Winnie and Belin had handled all of the paperwork that came with the birth of a nation easily. As she had spent several days with Zoey and could almost feel the jealousy from the other two maids, she had assigned Vi to help Zoey build a new bathhouse, who had enlisted the aid of her new task force, six Female Axol-mights from the original village who found Vi to be adorable.

Upon being given the task, Bree upgraded Vi's basic clothing with white gloves, white heeled boots, a green shirt and green skirt with a plain black belt, and a Red hooded cloak. Vi was insistent she be allowed to keep her staff, so Bree silently recycled a few dozen duplicates of the staff to upgrade the level of Vi's.

"I wonder why she's so attached to the staff?" Bree pondered, "It's just a basic mage weapon; I have hundreds of them," Having upgraded Vi, Bree now felt Bertram and Belin were underdressed and had called for them to come to her.

Bertram had received a white tank top, a camo jacket, cargo shorts, and dark green Combat boots.

Belin got a simple black tank top and shorts before he threw his robe and sash back on.

Before leaving, Bree summoned a small arsenal of random weapons and placed them in a box. She told Belin and Bertram to try some out and then hand the weapons to the protectors and the Axol-mights after they both picked one. They thanked her and rushed off to experiment with the weapons.

Once they had left, Bree stood up and looked at Annie and Bella. "I'm going for a walk. You two enjoy your day, okay?"

"Happily, my lady," They both replied curtly. Bree cut a hole in the air and walked onto the front lawn. As they were now a literal island, Bree had re-assigned Silver and Orion to guard the inland side of the Bridge. Bree was about to walk down it when she saw an orange in the grass of her front lawn; Inky was sitting unattended, attempting to eat a rock. Upon closer inspection, she was shocked that the small orange slime had gotten relatively larger. 

Instead of a red and orange blob with nubs, he was now a tiny orange blob with the shape of a humanoid upper body. He had a head, a neck, and then a body that ended where the midsection would be on most creatures. He had long ears on either side of his head, although they melted slightly at the end.

What had once been nubs were now arms with four fingers on one hand. The other looked more like a tendril, although it looked as though he was trying to sprout fingers on it. He even had teeth forming in his mouth as he chewed on the rock.

"Inky," Bree cheered, getting his attention. He lost all interest in the rock and seemingly found the inspiration he needed for his tendril arm to properly morph into an arm with a hand and four fingers. He waved his now matching hands at her; being only slightly larger than his original size, he was easy to pick up, "Where are you mommies at? Do they know you've escaped your crib? and that you've sprouted arms on us?" Inky failed to reply as he began chewing on her arms like a teething puppy. Keeping him in her grasp, Bree used her communication spell and called out.

"Minerva? Sheepy? Could you please meet me out front?" Bree sat down and put Inky in front of her before raising her hands and teaching him the art of patty cake. By the time Minerva and Sheepy arrived, she had succeeded in at least teaching him how to clap.

"My Lady," They both said as they came into view from behind her, "How can we assist you?"

"I couldn't help but notice someone had escaped his crib," Bree said as she got up and moved out of the way of Inky, who was still trying to master the art of clapping. The look on the couple's faces almost made Bree feel bad.

"What happened?" Sheepy demanded as she rushed over and picked up her baby, who lost all interest in clapping upon seeing his mothers. Squealing in delight, he held his arms out to signal he wanted to be picked up. "When did this happen?" Sheepy inspected her child's new form, and Minerva just stood in place with a look of confusion.

"He's in the middle of an evolution," Bree noted, as she recalled part of Inky's bio that at the time had been nothing but her using her own NPC's as a tool for fanfiction, but now looked to be coming to fruition, "Inky was made using your genetics, so he was bound to evolve from a simple Slime to a Minotorian Satry Slime at some point, I guess the air of this new world helped kick start the process at last,"

"But...but I'm not ready!" Sheepy cried out as she hugged her child. Her reaction confused Bree to no end before Minerva spoke up.

"Could…we maybe stop it?" Minerva asked nervously. I mean, obviously, he has to evolve and get stronger to serve you, but…I'm not ready to see my baby go into the battlefield yet." The fact that Minerva sounded like she was about to cry was too much for Bree to handle.

"Both of you Calm down," She instructed "He's not gonna just become an adult man and demand he fights in my next war; if anything, this is just him going from a baby to a toddler; you'll still have plenty of time before having to worry about your baby becoming a man," The two seemed to calm down slightly, but went back to freaking-out when Inky sneezed and, after shaking his head, now had a nose and part of his head was mimicking the shape of hair.

"What do we do?" Sheepy demanded in response to the sneeze, "Is it still safe to rest him on his hot plate?"

"Oh yeah," Bree muttered, "Slimes do have problems with cold weather," Bree thought for a moment as Minerva took her baby and cradled him in her arms, making sure to face her back to the wind as she did so. Inky, for his part, seemed delighted at all the attention.

"Minerva," Bree declared as she decided on a course of action. You and Sheepy are to go to the third floor, contact Winnie, and tell her you will require her aid. I have many Yiggmire frost beast fur coats; they are the absolute best at providing artificial cold immunity. Have Winnie help you take as many as you can to the creation chamber and…" 

Bree took Inky as she spoke and took a small piece of slime he was using as hair and handed it to Minerva; the dent buffed itself out pretty much instantly, "...have her infuse it with this piece of Inky, doing so tell her she can make a jumpsuit that will keep Inky safe from the cold and will be just as elastic as he is so we don't have to worry about him outgrowing or slipping out of it," Bree tapped her staff to the ground and a shimmering bubble formed around her and Inky.

"Until then, I'll personally make sure nothing interferes with Inky during his evolution; this bubble should keep him plenty warm and help him be less melty,"

"Thank you, my lady," Minerva said, sniffling as her wife patted her on the back, "Words aren't enough to thank you with,"

"Come," Sheepy said simply, "We have to hurry, we don't wanna be late for Inky's full evolution,"

"Ahh! Minerva turned on the spot. Winnie, meet me on the third floor by order of the Mistress. We have an urgent matter to take care of and must do so with great haste!" Minerva ran through the front door, breaking the hinges off in her hurry.

"I'll make sure to get that fixed," Sheepy called as she ran after her wife. After a moment, Winnie flew from her tower and saw the state of the front door.

"What has happened?" she demanded before noticing Bree and Inky. "Is that young Inky?"

"Yes, he's evolving; go to Minerva and Sheepy. I've already told them all that needs to be done,"

"At once!" Winnie said before flying into the front of the building.

"Well then," Bree said as she held up Inky, who had begun the process of growing legs and had been trying to get into a standing position, "How about you and me go into town and grab a bite to eat while we wait for you momma's and aunty Winnie to finish up?" Bree turned her staff into a ring so she could use both hands to hold Inky. She left him to fumble with the part of her cloak that covered her shoulders as she walked down the bridge to town.

"My Lady," Silver said when he saw her. Upon seeing Inky, he did a double-take so fast that he had to use one of his hands to reposition his head after it started spinning. "Is that Inky!?"

"Why yes," Bree replied. "He's begun his evolution. Soon, he'll begin exhibiting traits of Sheepy and Minerva, but he still has some time before that happens." Bree walked past Silver casually, who shook his head in wonder.

"Wild," Silver muttered, mystified at what he had just heard.

Bree continued walking through town before seeing three familiar faces. Gunter, Vern, and Gale were having lunch at Belin's favorite lunch spot. Upon seeing them, she quickly activated her glamor, much to Inky's amusement. She managed to catch the sound of Gale's voice as she began boasting.

"Seems the elf asked for my Wife personally," Gale said with pride, "You can imagine the absolute pride-filled speech of acceptance that followed that news; she's busy at work with those Axol-might guys building a forge; you know dwarfs, above ground area is for selling, but all of work has to be done beneath ground so there digging out an area near the lake," Bree, now Billie, walked up to them and Vern and Gunter looked at her in shock, Gale turned to see what had gained their attention and her eyes sparkled.

"Oh my stars, that is the cutest thing in the world!" Gale declared when she saw Inky, who turned to her at the sound of her voice; after babbling at her for a moment, he turned back to play with the shawl that now lined Billie's shoulder.

"Billie!" Gunter said in shock, "What a lovely surprise! I do apologize for the whole Slave Trader thing. But seeing as you're not imprisoned, you were cleared of all charges. And thus, we owe you an apology. Feel like lunch?"

"I'm good on lunch, and no hard feelings, I promise," she waved their concerns away without a second thought, "Argit came down and cleared me in no time,"

"Oh, well, that…" Gunter cut off his own words when the name of the Demon lord clicked in his head, "...Hold up, Demon Lor Argit? Do you work for him?" Billie looked at him for a second.

"I work for the Elf you were speaking about," Billie noted, having decided it would be best to keep using her Billie disguise around them, just in case she needed it in the future, "I'm her stand-in for political visits; and issues that require a non-monster to be present, since there aren't a lot of cities, in fact, none that I've heard of as of yet, that bare humans from entering,"

Billie smiled at the look on their faces, "I was supposed to go to Ozama to set up peace between the Demon lord and my Lady, But thanks to you three, Demon Lord Argit also gave us all of the land bordering Irenfell due to some trouble with one of his subordinates," Billie chuckled before adding "And since two of you were planning to come here anyway and I'd sure miss Gale I decided to drop a name or two and mention we required a blacksmith,"

"You fucking legend," Gale said, her shock turning into a smile, "I owe you a drink, but don't tell my wife about this; the fact that she thinks an Elf found her work worthy has put a pep in her step the likes of which I haven't seen since I said yes to her proposal,"

"I won't say a word," Billie promised.

"So, you and Zoey have a baby slime?" Vern asked, momentarily leaving Billies at a loss for wordy.

"Zoey was simply to most human people on staff," Billie repositioned Inky while she spoke. We were unsure how welcoming Ozama would be to monsters since my lady has never been herself, so it was just to be on the safe side," Billie leaned in and added with a grave expression.

"Please don't spread rumors that Zoey and I are a thing; the other staff members are irritated enough as it is that she got to be alone with me for several days. I don't wanna think about what would happen if they thought she was in a relationship with me,"

"Oh, I see how it is," Vern said confidently, "You have a fair number of fruits to pick from, but if you do pick one, you'll break the bush,"

"That made no sense," Billie shook her head, confused at Vern's choice of analogy, "Anyway, this young lad is Inky,"

"Why hello, Inky," Gale said, "Are you going out for a walk with your Auntie Billie?" Gale looked back at Billie with a fair question: "One or both of his parents work for the Elf, I presume."

"Yes, His Mommies Minerva and Sheepy are crafting a jumpsuit to protect little Inky here from the elements. I'm just making sure he doesn't get into too much trouble during his evolution,"

"Oh, I was unaware a slim could evolve," Gunther said in interest. "Is that why he looks so humanoid?"

"Yes, the Elf infused little Inky with Miverva and Sheepy's essence; he is about to become a Minitorian Satyr Slime,"

"So his moms are both Minitorian Satyr's, are they?" Vern asked. That sounds cute, but even that couldn't compare to just one Mary." Vern started swooning over the Minotorian Donkey, which, from Billie's experience, was the only thing that made him happy.

"Well, Minerva is a pure-blooded Minotar, and Sheepy a pure-blooded Satyr,"

"Pure blooded!?" Gale demanded, "The hell did you guys come from with all these dead races? Next, you're going to tell me a Harpy is living in that mansion or something,"

"Well, Winnie lives in the tower, not the mansion," Billie noted nonchalantly; Gale just looked at her in silence.

"I can't deal with this," She decided, "There is too much being thrown at me," Gale turned on the spot and waved. "I'm going to go help my wife build a smithery. Have fun living with your death maids,"

"I will," Billie assured her.

"I suppose we must be off as well," Gunter decided as he judged the position of the sun with his hand, "Else we be late for Olu's training,"

"Oh crap!" Vern turned and ran away. "Bye, Billie, sorry I punched your lights out," Gunter followed suit, and Billie smiled.

"I like those guys," she decided as she looked around. "Now then," she said, paying attention to Inky, "let's try to find something other than crab to eat, shall we? I'm growing weary of their flavor," Just as she was about to start searching for a place to eat, a large amount of movement at Ironfell's border caught her eye, "Oh dear," She noted in a concerned tone upon noticing the small Army marching towards her town.