Cinzy, Tara and I retired to the estate, and they goggled over the many rooms and tasteful furnishings. The Nakamamon didn’t have art history like on earth, so their decorative style was very odd. They didn’t mind splashing color all over everything, they didn’t value gold and silver like we did, and they could literally grow crystal all over everything if they wanted. Stretches of these hallways were full of glimmering crystal painted over with opaque oils and acrylics, or just magically manifested paint-like substance, in murals that meant little to me. A lot of them were just various Nakamamon resplendent or triumphant. One of them looked like a blue mouse with bubbles coming off its strange bubbly tail.

Tara went to have a sit down, cradling her very pregnant belly, while Cinzy and I joined the elders, along with Azalea and April. The pair had been healed up by the dozen female Nakamamon I’d brought into the fold.

And looking over the motley assortment of females, I had to wonder what people would think of me. I’d stuck my cock in things that certainly weren’t human, but some weren’t even humanoid. Several weren’t conventionally beautiful, and others could be passed off as exotic foods or lawn ornaments.

Cinzy was a good litmus test of this. I could tell she had a lot of thoughts going on the way she was gripping her opulent chair’s padded arms. She was giving herself white knuckles, politely smiling and greeting first Azalea, then April, Yowl, Shale, Hefrekhan, and then all the girls I’d just imbued with Healer powers.

“We’ll head out of town in a couple of days,” I told Cinzy. “We’ll see to this egg situation and go meet up with my mother.”

She visibly relaxed. Yes, traveling and camping. They could do that. There’d be tent sharing then. Some of these many females would stop being competition and instead stay here in town.

I got the lowdown on Drat and Trent, along with Drat’s… girlfriend? The description of Helen made her seem like someone Drat would never associate with, unless it was in some Rogue capacity.

“Oh yeah,” Cinzy chuckled. “I had him stay behind with Trent so they could touch base with the Agency, plead our case and get the heat off us… argue that you were acting separately from them and also with noble intent. But half of that was wanting to see Drat squirm.”

“You’re bad,” I told her, and enjoyed the giggle I got in return.

We were spared heading out of town with the girls when Fairy Poppins reappeared. She didn’t love the reappearance of her bond mate, because that meant she could now communicate with me outside of getting down and dirty, using Cinzy as an intermediary. So instead of me shrinking down and giving her a series of crazy orgasms during her update, she relayed her report from my mother, Regina, Alan, Vellenia, Shakindria, and all the other Nakamamon. She kept making Cinzy sigh and mutter in frustration, until I told her that was quite enough. If she ever wanted to share my bed again, she would stop disrespecting her bond mate and deliver the news, pretty please and thank you.

“Your mother has leveled up quite a lot,” Cinzy told me. “They went… beneath the ocean? What does that mean? Yes I know you’ve been flying continuously for days and you’re tired. Well it’s good to see you, too.” She rolled her eyes. “Rude.”

“Poppy,” I warned.

The tiny fairy let out an exaggerated huff.

“Vellenia shielded the group in a large bubble of air. Airaconda helped with this… and they went down to an underwater village?” Talk of Vellenia and Shakindria made me miss my two bond mates. I couldn’t wait to have Vellenia’s simple and beautiful kindness and goodness, or Shakindria’s limitless psychic kinkiness.

“Tadproles? Frogletariat? What… oh my God, Bourgefrog? Really?”

Proletariat and bourgeoisie. Woof.

Cinzy turned to me. “The Bourgefrogs are way, way bigger than the smaller stages, so they’re in control of the whole village. They make the Tadproles and the Frogletariat to all the work. Jeez, you leave earth and try to get away from politics like this…”

I shook my head, knowing Jocinda had been the one to name these three Nakamamon.

“They were just successful in clearing up the divine sickness and getting all the utensils…” She laughed and fell back, clapping several times. “…all the utensils back… to normal.” She roared laughter for several solid minutes, and the rest of us couldn’t help but join in. “The God of Utensils! Ah! I’m crying! My face… hurts…”

It wasn’t Bard nonsense, but just good old-fashioned hilarity.

I imagined some gigantic bullfrog unable to eat with whatever fork or chopsticks or what-have-you they used, and croaking with fury.

“So they won’t need us immediately?” I asked.

Poppy confirmed that they wouldn’t. She, Regina, Vellenia and Shakindria had all pitched in with their gained Healer abilities. My two bond mates were quite capable, since we had the bond rather than simply the Entwined Ecstasy ability. Couple that with Alan’s encyclopedia of healing knowledge, and my mother would have leveled up nicely. Plus, she had the simple goodness of Regina and the adorable stress relief of Tweedle Dee.

I missed Regina and her flower fox as much, or more than my bond mates. Ugh… I wanted to get moving.

“We’ll need to get to work, so we can meet back up with them,” I told her. “Where are Ivy and Isabelle?”

Nobody could find them, but nobody sweated it too much at the time. They weren’t just capable fighters and adventurers, but they were also super into each other. They were probably somewhere near the base of the town, screwing each other’s brains out.

I’d gained two levels from healing up The Lovers.

Level 33: Ability Upgrade: Mender’s Focus, Arcane Alchemy

Level 34: +12 skill points

These abilities were my most and least used. They seemed like the norm now that I didn’t have Hard At Work. My baseline success rate of my attribute and skill levels, shifted upward from around 30% to around 45%. My baseline Token recuperation, up to 6 a day. My baseline difficulty reduced by 1. Now that the bar was being clicked upwards, I held my breath, hoping that it would click way upwards instead of just a little.

My mom was fine, and the anti-aging properties of the magic of this world certainly helped, but the properties of magic might also set her cancer off on a growth spurt and that wasn’t okay. There was no more futzing around with gods while my mom’s condition was up in the air. That meant holding my breath and crossing my fingers for this to be not just decent, but good… and hopefully great.

Mender’s Focus III

(Special Ability, rare, passive)

Your incredible endurance and attention to your work makes class-related checks easier.

I- All checks that use your class skills have their success rated boosted to a moderate degree.

II- All checks that use your class skills have their difficulties lowered by 1.

III- All Healer class skills may be gain two levels each time you level your class. Resistance skills are considered Healer class skills.

I pumped both fists and shouted in triumph. I’d be advancing Develop Cure (Human) at double speed, along with Divine Resistance. And on that note, I was going to have Shakindria or Khan deal me mental damage so I could add additional Psychic Resistance to the already formidable resistance I had from bonding Shakindria. Everything else could take a backseat to saving Mom, and protecting myself from that evil goblin Nakamamon… that admittedly tall, slender, well-built, and dare I say attractive evil goblin attached to probably Jocinda, who was sabotaging the whole world. And possibly Claudius, but definitely Jocinda.

I snorted in dark amusement. Jocinda and Claudius, pioneers to this world, creators of the entire system… also former lovers. That knowledge was worth something, even if I didn’t know what for the moment.

It was hard to believe there was any way Arcane Alchemy could top what I’d just gotten from Mender’s Focus. I switched UI windows and looked over the upgrade.

Arcane Alchemy III

(Special Ability, Uncommon, active)

I- Any time you undertake a class-related check, you may exchange Tokens at a rate of 1:1 from one Attribute to another. You may exchange a number of Tokens equal to this ability’s rank (presently rank 2).

II- Up to three times per day, you may instead exchanged Tokens at a rate of 1:2.

III- Once per Healer level, you may spend 5 Affinity Tokens to replenish all other spent Tokens.

“I was wrong,” I told myself, grinning broadly.

This was a game changer. Using Meditation could get me a single Token in some three or four hours. Using Arcane Alchemy could net me 6 Tokens a day. Otherwise I’d have to wait for every five levels to get all my Tokens back, and levels were taking longer to get. The cost of 5 Affinity Tokens was steep, but one I could pay, especially to grab up all my Ingenuity Tokens and Free Tokens at once.

Both of these were incredible bonuses. The baseline had been elevated more than I’d hoped.

With that done, I immediately spent two skill points on my three intended skills. Sure nobody understood why I would need Khan to attack me with his psychic powers, and that went double for Khan, since the first two attacks didn’t even land. Finally one did though, and spending the Durability Token to grab the first level afterwards was gratifying. Two skill points into Psychic Resistance, two into Divine Resistance, and two into Develop Cure (human).

Suddenly 12 skill points didn’t seem like enough.

The remainder went to their regular places: one for Develop Cure (Huge) bringing them all to level 6 was great…  2 points needed to go into the amalgamation skill, Develop Cure (all aspects). That only left 3 points. One to Administer Cure, one to Instinctual Spellcasting, and one to Mana Affinity.

“That was a quick 12 skill points. Okay! Time to get down to work.”

I’d also received a level in Pleasure Seeker, for letting Tara have her way with me to remind a god how to get busy all the time, which was its job.

Level 34: +1 Durability, +7 skill points

“Hang on a second…”

A new Quality sat in my Pleasure Seeker list: Fertility. It had been boosted to level 7.

I groaned. There was absolutely no way I was ever going to spend a point there. But I had to laugh and shake my head at The Lovers doing me this ‘favor’. I had to wonder if I was also meant to spread my influence and abilities like the Entwined Ecstasy thing. I closed my eyes and sighed, then mentally spent the points: Adaptability, Pheromones, Group Play, then Refractory Period, Load, another in Length and then Girth. Honestly, the ability to manifest an even bigger cock than before was wild. This didn’t manifest normally; I wasn’t forced to choose which pant leg to drop down through, but in a state of arousal it was a different story. It seemed like each level gave me an extra inch of length, and what felt like a half inch of girth.

It was now time to bask in the insanity that was my improved character sheet. Aww yeah.

Christopher Fletcher

Healer - Apprentice Arcane Mender 34

Pleasure Seeker - Initiate Indulgent Consort 31

Attributes:

Affinity 9

Durability 8

Ingenuity 10

Likability 8

Agility 5

Muscularity 6

Free Tokens 8

Healer (Arcane Mender) Skills:

Diagnostics 9

Treatments 9

Develop Cure (swarm 6, small 6, medium 6, large 6, huge 6)

Develop Cure (All Aspects 3, unique 9, human 7)

Administer Cure 11

Instinctual Casting 11

Mana Affinity 7

Mana Shaping 6

Spellcasting (Abjuration 1, Conjuration 1, Evocation 1, Transmutation 3)

Meditation 4

Divine Resistance 11

Physical Resistance 5

Psychic Resistance 3

Pleasure Seeker (Indulgent Consort) Qualities:

Girth 3

Load 3

Stave Off 4

Length 4

Tongue 3

Adaptability 13

Pheromones 11

Refractory Period 5

Flexibility 2

Group Play 7

Seduction 5

Fertility 7

Other Skills:

Identify 7

Hiking 4

Cooking 2

Persuasion 2

Stealth 2

The character sheet looked excellent. Needless to say a sense of pleasure and achievement surged through me, looking at all the numbers. I’d started with nothing, all ones and twos in all my attributes. Now all that was different.

Achievement: Highly skilled

You have a skill over level 12! That’s not nothing. I mean, you could have achieved this at level 13… but did you? You did not. Let’s see here, you’re level… good gods, is THAT your level?

Leave the poor child alone.

Although you’re not technically a failure, you do have an exceedingly long way to go. And I have just the thing to get you there.

Reward: +1 level in your class(es)

Needless to say, I spent an extra few minutes dividing my concentration in between the discussion with Cinzy, Azalea, April, the three town elders, and all the other townsfolk who decided they wanted to be a part of news gathering. With Myriad Mind from Celine, I could handle all this stuff while carrying on a conversation. Although it was odd to do, the ability let me handle the system and process the conversation simultaneously. It was easier when I was just listening and not joining the conversation much, but I did have to break in with a question here and there.

In the meantime, I got through Pleasure Seeker 35 and Healer 35. Predictably, Healer granted me another 12 skill points, while Pleasure Seeker did the same.

I received all the news: the Agency team leader had been healed of grievous injuries by the locals, and the lot of the humans had been forcibly ejected for several crimes: doing violence against Nakamamon and other humans, and the attempted murder raising within the town limits. They expressed their deepest shock and abhorrence of the very concept of murder, and then the casual way the team leader and the griffin rider had ordered it or attempted to ‘raise’ it. I didn’t bother to contradict them. Raising murder was an adorable term, like something you could do playing around a high stakes poker table, or something you could do after giving birth to a murder. Or, if you happened upon a group of crows, and somehow became their mother figure.

Both of these crimes were grounds for worse than exile, but the townsfolk let them know that under no uncertain terms they were never to attempt it again. Better never to think of raising murder again. In fact, they told the team leader that no human other than Fletcher and his allies would ever be allowed into the town ever again. The Agency had lost the good grace of Flunt-on-the-Rustle and they intended to send emissaries to Saxwhacket and Glumpdumpkin to explain what had transpired here. All trade and negotiations were to be conducted at Flunt-on-the-Rustle’s flared base, which was appropriately called The Rustle.

Cinzy and Tara and I all shared looks at this news. I managed not to chuckle at the term ‘flared base,’ and I avoided looking at Tara and Cinzy, because I knew seeing their expressions would set me off. Whoa.

Cinzy visibly tensed when I announced we were going to start making cures, and that included teaching the new Nakamamon medical staff—i.e. the girls I’d sexed to their limits—but that would be after a day or two of rest and recuperation. My Seduction skill told me she was halfway to climax as it was. Anticipation and proximity alone were doing it for her. She needed some healing of a sexual variety. Cue the

“Healer,” Yowl said, “we will have a festival in your honor.”

“That’s lovely!” I said, watching Cinzy nearly have a conniption.

“We will begin the planning and set all in motion,” Shale said. “I anticipate this will be a night to remember.”

“Marvelous,” I said. “I’ll confer with my associates here and rest before the festivities begin.” Rising, I held my hand out to Cinzy. “I’d like to have a moment with Cinzy to catch up.”

“She’s really pretty!” Azalea blurted. “Are you going to mate with her too?”

Cinzy spluttered.

“She has that goldy-gold hair and her curvy-curves are just as good as April. Can I watch?”

This is Christopher having created a monster.