I figured out afterwards, as we soaked in the hot bath, that I hadn’t learned the na of the Dragina. I also hadn’t bothered to learn whether she had her own husband or mate. I grinned, thinking about how terrible this could get if I wasn’t careful. She soon told she was as yet unwed, her na was Opal, and that she had co here after being cast out of her tribe for daring to speak with a Dracobro of another scale color.
This world wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows… on the other hand, she had just gained Healer’s Resistance from by way of bumping uglies. She was fascinated with my ability to transform into a Dracobro any ti she licked any part of my body, and just as fascinated with my transformation back into human. For whatever reason, my scales ended up that sa powder blue each ti.
Entwined Ecstasy: You have entwined with Opal Manafla. Your relationship status is acquaintances. Although you have just t, you have already shared sothing deep.
Pleasure from intimate acts between acquaintances is boosted minimally.
The next UI ssage popping into my face was about the ability I might just have accessed.
Entwined Ecstasy: You have brought Opal Manafla into the fold. She has gained the ability Healer’s Resistance. You have gained the ability Draconic Spirit from entwining with Opal Manafla. Entwine more deeply with Opal Manafla to unlock further abilities.
You have reached your maximum capacity for abilities gained through Entwined Ecstasy. You may choose to strengthen the associated ability (Venom Shot) or gain Draconic Spirit.
With my Mana Affinity and Ingenuity, the UI gave an overview of what Draconic Spirit would do: allow to transform into a dragon. Sort of. The early levels gave ghostly scales, claws, and teeth of a dragon, the second level would give a breath weapon and weak little wings fit for gliding but not flying. Again, they’d be spiritual projections around rather than really physical transformation. The third level would increase the size of the spiritual dragon armor greatly, along with the size of the wings, so I could achieve flight. For how long I couldn’t say.
This seed amazing. I could fracking fly, since Venom Shot was already level 3. I would keep at least level 3, and possibly get level 4.
I had to do it. Venom Shot was great as a tool and an ace up my sleeve, but nobody would ever turn down the ability to surround oneself with draconic spiritual power.
Draconic Spirit IV
(Special Ability, Ridonkulous, Active)
I- Spend a Token. Your body is wreathed in spiritual draconic power, giving you increased Durability and Muscularity, along with damaging claws and teeth. These last 1 minute.
II- You may manifest fledgling wings and draconic breath while the spirit is active. Your spirit’s breath is tied closely to your soul and class(es). Wings allow for a controlled, gliding fall, rather than true flight. The duration of the Draconic Spirit increases to 5 minutes.
III- Your draconic spirit reaches the full size of a draconic adult. Wings now allow for ungainly but actual flight. Your draconic spirit can safely transport up to 300 pounds beyond your body weight. The duration of the ability increases to 10 minutes.
IV- You may spend 2 Muscularity Tokens to increase the duration to 1 hour.
I read this, and then read it again. Not because anything was confusing, but just because it seed so fracking cool. And also…
“What the heck is Ridonkulous?” I breathed.
So it went Common, Uncommon, Rare, and then Ridonkulous? This must have been the mont Claudius took a break creating the system and allowed Jocinda to have a crack at it. I shook my head, grinning. Leave it to that woman to undermine the stuffy Claudius at every turn.
From what I could gather, the system wasn’t sothing you could easily alter once it was set.
I shook my head again. That left the question of Agility and Muscularity splitting off from Physicality, the appearance of fighting aspects, and the whole cloth creation of my unique class. I wondered what could’ve caused Claudius to go along with nas like Saxwhacket or Slinktrickle, and the nas of the moons… Shagnasty and Snuffletrouser von Zipyankee. Did she just go on a naming spree whenever his back was turned?
Without an answer to these questions, I had to focus on the aweso power I’d just been given.
I’d leveled again.
Level 30: Ability Upgrade: Man Enough, 3 skill points
The ability upgrade didn’t make sense. Shouldn’t my abilities go in order? I didn’t question it further, because there were no refunds or take backs. I quickly spent my skill points to boost Pheromones, Adaptability, and Refractory Period. If the storm coming was going to happen the way I figured, I needed additional preparations.
Man Enough III
(Special Ability, Rare, Active)
I- While having intimate relations with a partner, make a Durability Man Enough check with difficulty equal to your partner’s Durability. Highest Durability is used with multiple partners. If you succeed, your attributes are boosted to at least equal to your partner’s.
II- While having intimate relations with a partner, you may spend 4 Affinity Tokens to clone yourself. The clone has all your attributes but reduced by 2. A maximum of two clones is possible.
III- Any ti you are asked to make a Durability check during intimate relations, one of your Qualities is boosted by 1, beginning at the lowest ranked.
I could not be more thrilled with this. Both existing abilities had gotten a boost, in the form of a skill for the Durability check on the level 1. It was taking into account the idea I would be with multiple partners at once. The second ability now had a reduced cost (aweso) and an additional clone.
I had never wanted another one of so much in my life.
“Three clones,” I breathed to myself. “For when spit roasting your partner isn’t enough, and you need to prove your complete domination all at once.”
The third one was perhaps the most wild, and that was including the ability to fracking clone myself. This essentially said the longer I kept having sex, the better I would get. Of course, Durability checks got more difficult as ti went on, but if I could keep making them, I could perform even more effectively in bed.
Dragon spirit thing? Win. Increased Qualities? Win. Upgraded special ability? Huge win.
“Win win win,” I said.
Sadly, Opal Manafla wasn’t too pleased with the ability she’d been given, and I couldn’t bla her. She gave a dubious look when she’d felt out her ability. Healer’s Resistance, at level 1, wasn’t amazing. It was very useful though. I consoled her that I’d used the level 3 ability with Healer’s Resistance to give everyone divine resistance for hours, which allowed us to treat literally thousands of comatose people.
“I don’t have access to level 3,” she complained.
“About that,” I said, and tried to explain with all the tact I could muster how we could go about getting to level 3.
***
Needless to say, the reception was mixed. Opal felt, and not wrongly, that she’d been lured in with the promise of power, and now I was trying to hook her for my own pleasure to get even more power out of the deal. I did convince her that we could increase our Relationship level through simply getting to know one another, but she was still skeptical.
On the other hand, I had just rocked her draconic world. It took her another several hours of recovery, with her waving off an offer of nding Aura, before she could get up and moving again, to head back to her ho. I used that ti to freshen up, tend to my garden, make a few of my regular potions and salves, and begin to portion out the base of the egg treatnt.
“What heightsss will I reach, then?” Opal asked. When I explained that I could beco completely impervious to a damage source for a ti, she seed much more interested in knowing about her new ability. Like I had explained to the elders, the abilities they could gain were randomized, but if they got the whole set, they’d be able to do what I did: magically grow a variety of dicinal plants with Verdant Rejuvenation, resist the illnesses they ca across with Healer’s Resistance, perform first aid with nding Aura, and—this was the odd one—they’d be able to brew up cures of their own with one called Potioncraft. Mana Affinity and UI searching had explained all this.
The council elders requested an audience imdiately to get a deeper understanding of what had happened, so after parting ways with Opal, I gave them an amusing blow by blow accounting of what it ant to have sex with a dragon, followed by a manifestation of the dragon power.
It was impressive, and no joke. The sa color surrounded as the Token burned away, transforming into a powder blue spiritual dragon shape so thirty feet long from nose to tail, with a wingspan wider than that.
I then bathed the whole area in my ‘breath weapon’ and the UI inford it was both an anesthetic and a healing agent.
Well. I bellowed triumphantly, only to realize the sound was coming out of , who was still on the floor, and not the spirit dragon, which remained strangely and annoyingly quiet. It didn’t even make a bellowing motion, the turd.
Instead I engaged the wings and asked it with a ntal command to fly around the neighborhood. The first sensation of being weightless and carried by this spectral creature was quite similar to Shakindria’s telekinesis ability. I nearly got sucked into a different gravity situation when I flew high enough, but my Affinity warned that it wasn’t a great idea to be right side up one minute and upside down the next. I probably would’ve been fine, but one does not ss with gravity.
The entirety of the town ca out and stared at in wonder. Creatures who looked like sheep, creatures who looked like pigs and birds and bipedal beings of all shapes and colors.
Imdiately following, the elders demanded Opal join them for a demonstration of her own power. Both of us t in the estate of another of the three elders, in a hall easily big enough to host a party of a hundred people. The three stood on a raised dais at the end of the room, with the two of us a few feet away.
“You will now show us what you have gained through your… activities,” Khan said, not comfortable looking at . Shale was the only one who could make eye contact.
I attempted to explain, but all three held up hands to forestall . Opal complained that she’d gotten Healer’s Resistance, and it would only work if she were subject to damage of so kind. They furrowed their brows at this news, and debated. They weren’t used to hurting one another. It wasn’t how they did things here.
After calling out to Azalea with Psyspeech to co for a demonstration, the poison aspect shot several dozen poison spines into the Dragina. These mostly bounced off Opal’s impressive purple scales, but a few lodged their way between, or penetrated the softer belly and neck scales. One got into her eye, and caused her to flinch back. She fell heavily to the floor, arching her back in a spasm of pain.
Now it was my turn to hold up a forestalling hand. “She’ll be able to handle 90% of the damage, lengthen the onset of any poisons by a great deal, and lose much less health per day.”
My Affinity had shown the barest hint of the Token appear, then burst into mana around the tuple-scaled Dragina. She imdiately stopped shuddering and got to her feet, clawed hand to her head and glaring at Azalea.
I turned to Azalea, ntally congratulating her on doing a perfect job. “My—friend—Azalea here, is an Injecticle. She has the power to kill with just a few poisoned spines. As you can see, Opal here is not dead, but slightly inconvenienced. Should a more dangerous plague hit your fair town, Opal is one of the ones who will be best able to continue working on a cure after others are bedridden.”
They exchanged another few of those glances that carried tons of rapport-filled aning I couldn’t understand fully. However, they seed impressed.
“At higher levels, Opal should gain the ability to form permanent resistance against damage of different types, and then pass this sort of resistance on to others.” I waved my hand at Opal, who now stood under her own power and kept darting nacing glances back at the much smaller Azalea.
“Unfortunately the power doesn’t grant full immunity at a low level. I’ll brew up a simple antitoxin to alleviate the symptoms and cure her. However, without the ability, she would have been a ghost aspect already.”
After so ti, and the elders conferring so, the three pronounced, “Very well, your suggestion will be brought before more of the townsfolk.”
The Dragina gave a flat look as I escorted her back to my estate for the second ti that day. “I know, it probably seems like I keep surprising you.”
“What you gave previously,” she said, a bit weakly. “I am glad to have had it. Mating with another of my kind was a dead dream in my heart, Healer. You have reignited the fire, and I thank you for it. If you should accidentally kill with your poison girl or if your gift to fails… at least I lived.”
I stopped. “I… you’re welco.”
She received the cure that I cooked up, and watched as I gathered different ingredients brought by so of the townsfolk. It was odd to have gained so much influence over this town in such a short ti. I imdiately wondered where I could end up, with the power to order dozens out to gather herbs, flowers, and seeds for , to order the won of this town to pleasure for my own amusent or the promise of power.
“Don’t think about it,” I told myself.
Fairy Poppins showed up that night, as I was prepping the first of the cures for the eggs. She wanted to be ground into the bed and showered in orgasms, but it had been a long day. Instead I slept with Azalea, with Poppy sleeping on my chest, and April…
“Where’s April?” I asked.
“Mmm?” Azalea asked, snuggling up into my chest and wrapping tentacles around .
“The adorable flower fox.”
“Dunno,” Azalea grumbled, and tightened the tentacle bear hug on .
“I need her.” She needed . We needed each other. Whatever.
Azalea made a protesting sound and draped one leg over mine.
“Azalea,” I said quietly.
“She’s probably out rummaging through people’s gardens and slling flowers. Let soak up all your warmth. Sleep now.”
I started moving, trying to sit up. To her credit, Azalea only tried to keep in bed once, complaining and thrashing several tentacles around. Finally, lower lip jutting out, she huffed. “Fine, but I don’t have to help you look.” Instead she pulled the soft blanket up over herself and slamd herself down on my pillow. One yellow eye glared at , both furious with leaving and also softly inviting back.
“Yeesh,” I muttered.
I had never wanted to switch back to my old special ability set more than right this mont. If I’d had Eagle Eyed, I could have found her without much trouble. Sure Myriad Mind had helped get through the fighting aspect problem…
“Stay on task,” I told myself.
So I called out for her, and eventually got a few of the townsfolk to aid in my search. Rousing the people produced no April, though people said they’d seen her over that way.
‘Over that way’ turned out to be the infected neighborhood of the town. The empty part, except for so places where people were sneaking off to get busy under the influence of an actual god.
“That’s not good,” I said to no one. It wasn’t terrible though. April had already been in that section of town with and hadn’t been subject to the overwhelming lustful divinity of The Lovers in the middle of their illness. Maybe…
The infected part of town had grown over another thirty feet, enough to creep over a narrow cobbled street, over the yard, and into the nearby houses.
I shook my head before heading in. Others were willing to head in too, but I waved them back. They would only start into the biggest and craziest orgy in existence.
“April?” I called.
Nothing.
I wasn’t afraid, but I did hesitate. The situation was odd, and I had a sudden impression that she was being held by one of the Agency people looking for , to draw out and away from Azalea.
Well, they were about to get a rude awakening if they were willing to take hostages. Not only were they going to end up furiously having sex with one another, but if they did have the resistance skill I had, there were other new tricks I had up my little sleevey sleeves.
Spending the Token gave the dragon spirit for ten minutes. The shimring energy surrounded my body, feeling incredible, complete with claws, teeth, tail and wings.
“Pff,” I told myself, and leapt into the air. With two powerful wing flaps, I was up and above the houses here, able to peer down into the streets. I sailed over the area that would’ve taken an hour or two to traverse, but in just seconds. Although the sensation of flight wasn’t nearly as smooth as Shakindria’s telekinesis, and I was bobbing up and down like a rowboat in a storm, I was forking flying.
“Forking flying, monkey flubbers,” I told myself.
A sound drew my attention, an inarticulate cry. I couldn’t be sure if it was a cry of pain, of alarm, or even pleasure. I dropped to the ground and with another powerful wing beat, slowed myself from taking any damage in the landing, and staggered a couple of steps, ruining the superhero crouch and making feel distinctly uncool.
The cry ca again, from close to where I’d found the first of The Lovers. I hoped so foolish Nakamamon hadn’t actually touched the god.
“I’m on my way!” I called, and hopped the fence in a fluid motion the earth version of Fletcher wouldn’t have been able to manage.
Beneath a tree, near the prone form of the first Lover, a nude figure lay with hands covering her head. Beside each forearm, a familiar set of fuzzy ears poked out of the reddish brown locks. Fuzzy ears surrounded by flowers.
I froze.
Tails too. She looked very human, but had several flower-laced tails protruding from just above her butt.
This is Christopher going, “April?” out of pure shock.
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