The sun was shining, and monstrous birds were singing all around in great big boogie trees. The undergrowth rustled with life, almost all of it harmless. We had talked a bit at first, with getting details about Futtplucker and the god situation there. The god had appeared to be a sharp, tiny little thing made of tal and wood. Like a spork, my mother had said, with a face in its spoon and little arms and legs composed of many tiny utensils. It hadn’t been more than a foot in length, small enough to be cradled like a baby.
“It was adorable,” she said.
In the anti, I felt internally for the limits of Man Enough, and hoped it would hold. I thought it would be a pressure that would beco overwhelming as we got farther apart, or a tearing sensation as the mana holding my clones together frayed and then snapped.
That didn’t happen. And when that didn’t happen after an hour, and two hours, I slowly began to relax. Maybe this was going to work after all.
Of course, Myriad Mind was working overti to allow to shut out all the sounds of constant and uninterrupted ‘intimate acts’ that were going on. Without it, I would never have been able to carry on a conversation.
The second test would be coming.
Far, far away now, I was engaged in intimate acts with Shakindria, and with Vellenia. The girls took turns all day, keeping things relatively light.
“Relatively,” I muttered with a goofy grin. Regina had demanded I sex her real good, right from the beginning, with Shakindria, Chrysta and Azalea all spending Likability Tokens with Coming Together so they could experience all the sensations I’d been lucky enough to experience. The other team had been more reserved, but that was only because Cinzy blissed out after getting fingered, and Vellenia was perfectly content at literally all tis.
Team I eventually made better ti, with everyone riding on Muppin and the ‘intimate acts’ confined to a cuddle puddle. Shakindria, Cinzy, Regina and Azalea all worked on Fletcher II with hands and tentacles at different points, and sotis all together. I wondered if constantly doing was going to get old or not.
Team II had a less problematic ti, but it was only because Fairy Poppins kept herself in check until the break for lunch. She’d attacked the mont I put my plate aside, using her whole body to get at the bulge in my pants. After engaging Adaptability and Pheromones to get us both to about a foot, she demanded a good thorough forking.
But that wasn’t my thing any longer. She and I had worked out a deal, and this ti she ended up getting a good hard spanking for having not one single shred of patience. With Poppy over my knee, I squeezed and caressed her pert little butt before each resounding spank. She kept crying out and telling to stop ssing around and just frack her. She deserved to have inside her; she’d done such a good job flying back and forth between my mom and . And she wasn’t wrong, but I don’t respond well to demands.
So, since Fletcher III didn’t poof into a cloud of magic and disappear, a good hard spanking also counted as an ‘intimate act’. Good to know.
That first night was a fraught one. All the girls were concerned that I was going to vanish yet again. Regina once again took the opportunity away from my mom to get hard and ride until she could take no more.
She was worried the clone would simply cease to be the mont I stopped having sex. The thing was, the wording in the ability Man Enough specified ‘intimate acts’ and I’d already shown that could be sothing as simple as hand stuff over clothing.
Team II was also concerned, though just Cinzy and Fairy Poppins. Vellenia had no problem simply holding my hand and stroking my arm all day. She really enjoyed simply being near her bond mate, and was really into touching at all tis. Cinzy and Poppy never got over their fear that I would vanish overnight. They could still see again, OG Fletcher, but Cinzy’s contact with had been so sporadic that she was rabid with need to keep hold of . It made sense and was amusing at the sa ti.
Regina slept with , yet couldn’t stop Azalea from worming her way into the tent as well. The tiny poison aspect simply grinned at her and told her she was a ’cutie cutie’ with all her pretty dots on her face… and her shoulders, and chest. Azalea turned to and asked if we were going to mate again, but I was pretty beat from the travel and having Regina mate with twice already that day.
It was cute to see them ‘forget’ to stop being intimate with the clones, then suddenly realize I might vanish. Azalea perked up, eyes wide, then flung out a whole host of tentacles to wrap up, then haul back so she could rub herself on my chest, and coo in delight over the erection she gave . Cinzy jolted awake on the first night in the tent and realized she was barely touching . My blonde goddess draped one leg over mine, telling how glad she was that skin to skin contact worked. Vellenia just snuggled deeper into my shoulder and gave several unconscious kisses.
It wouldn’t have worked if I’d just cuddled Skulkins or Garnet, but for Vellenia, it did. I ended up making slow love to her in the middle of the night, and not thinking about it, ca a ridiculous amount up inside of her. It was only as I was mid-orgasm that I rembered The Lovers telling I could now conceive with everyone.
First Cinzy, then Regina, and now Vellenia had my seed inside them, and Cinzy was already proclaiming herself with child.
This is how I cuddled and fondled and fracked my way across another world as three different copies of myself.
Team I used Regina and Shakindria’s powers to search out Ivy and Isabelle. We were reasonably certain a team had captured them, so it was just a matter of tracking them down using our available Ranger, her adorable flower fox companion, or the telekinetic psychic Nakamamon who could seek out minds, and float silently through the air.
Team II knew their destination, the mountain that had uprooted itself, floated a ways, and fallen directly on the portal. We used Poppy as a drone scout, who could zip up into the air, survey the area from high above, and report back for a change of course.
“I could just take on the spirit of the dragon,” I said. The ability was the closest thing I had to true badass magic, and I was thrilled to have upgraded my relationship with Draconic Spirit’s owner, Opal. Although having sex with a dragon girl had been painful, it was also incredible. The power was proof of that.
As soon as I made the suggestion though, they freaked out. No! I was too exposed. The Agency might not be actively hunting anymore, but they might still be! The information provided by a near-omnipotent Nakamamon with unknown motives was not to be trusted. Also, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without one of them engaged in intimate contact.
“Phooey,” I said. Maybe OG Fletcher could enjoy so Draconic Spirit ti.
Trust , he could. And he was doing so at every available opportunity.
Team III headed generally northward on the map given to by the mysterious dark Nakamamon towards the Great Wilds. I ended up gaining one level of Pleasure Seeker by the next morning, being in constant contact.
Level 42: 1 Free attribute point, 4 skill points
“Nice!” I said. When my mother asked what was so nice, I explained that Poppy had spotted the mountain and it wasn’t terribly far off.
I spent the four skill points, marveled at how high my stats were, and pondered where to spend my attribute point. Already Ingenuity and Affinity were where I wanted them. Likability and Durability got regular boosts from Pleasure Seeker, and that left our dynamic duo: Agility and Muscularity.
Neither attribute got regular upgrades from my classes. I wanted them to be higher, because of course I did. Muscularity had solved my bone problem, eased my pain, allowed to walk and then run.
Right now though, with Man Enough working through the clones and boosting my attributes on all three of , my current attributes were through the roof. I was spending ti with our Muscularity specialist, Larelle. I was intimate with our Agility specialists, Regina and Tara. I was regularly filling Cinzy’s sexual needs, and her Likability was 12.
With all this in mind, I threw this attribute point into Ingenuity. The tale of Drat boosting his Ingenuity to insane heights by draining all his Tokens at once, and burning all my Tokens had convinced . I had all sorts of unfair advantages in this world: a second class that favored two more attributes instead of hyper specializing on one, the bonus abilities from bringing won into the fold sexually, the minor bonus abilities I had from my multiple bond mates, and the boons I’d gotten from various gods I’d helped heal.
While I confidently strode north without needing to constantly be intimate with Tara, April, or even Larelle, the situation with Tara’s belly hit a breaking point on day two.
Honestly, everything went ass over teakettle on day two.
***
Shakindria was in my mind early, and I an early.
Fletcher, we have a serious situation. Alongside the words, I had various images in my mind: the team. They had sent soone forward to deal with us… and it was a Bard. The Bard was flanked by a Ranger and a Rogue.
I recognized these ones from the situation in Flunt-on-the-Rustle. These people were unpleasant. The Ranger had been authorized to kill, and had been about to do it when the townsfolk repulsed them. Took them all prisoner and unceremoniously dumped them out of the town and onto their asses.
Fletcher II bolted upright, only to have Regina and Azalea groan in misery. Azalea’s tentacles wrapped around unconsciously, willing to stay put until they were cutting off circulation. Regina groaned again.
“Whuzzit?” she asked.
“We have company,” I said.
She also bolted upright. “You didn’t say that in a good way,” she said. “We have bad company, don’t we?”
“We do.”
“Shirt. Shirt shirt shirt.”
She eventually found her shirt and pulled it on, then exited the tent. Azalea was still half asleep, but soon roused as well.
This is Christopher making intimate contact with his teammates while tackling a fully equipped Agency team.
***
Although my tent was not big enough for to stand up fully within it, there were several advantages. One, it was a do tent, so it was definitely big enough to sleep three. Cinzy and Vellenia both insisted on being in contact with . Poppy slept on a small camping pillow Cinzy had brought back on one of her earlier trips. Not only could it sleep three, but the roundness allowed for so gear to be stowed inside, above my head and to either side of the girls. Another advantage was trapping the heat in, so cool mornings were nice and warm until soone unzipped and headed out to face the day.
The downside of Team II was that all three of the female mbers wanted to be in my bed at all tis. Vellenia was a cuddle muffin. Cinzy was scared of losing . Poppy always felt like she was missing out, on sex, on socializing, on having fun. She was so small she couldn’t interact with most of us like normal. Half of her interactions with Cinzy seed like catty jabs and bickering.
That only left McCauley Skulkins and Garnet on this small team. The Rogue and Sorcerer bond mates weren’t part of my, uh… circle. Of females. They also didn’t talk.
“It’s cold,” Cinzy mumbled in her sleep.
So when Fletcher III was woken up shortly after Shakindria woke Fletcher II up, it was to a very long, multi-legged weasel creature mostly coated in black fur, staring down at my face and chattering in non-weasel speak. Also, the Nakamamon had worked the zipper open, because the draft had killed our tiny heat bubble.
“Hmm?” I asked.
A humming ca from nearby, and I looked over to see the basketball sized amber gem pulsing with light.
“Oh, fudge.”
I shot out of bed, pushing past Cinzy and Vellenia, before rembering I needed to keep intimate contact with soone at all tis.
Now, picking up soone is hard. It’s super romantic to pick up your new bride and carry her through the threshold, because it’s not easy. On the other hand, my Muscularity had been boosted to Chrysta and Larelle levels, and my Durability was quite high. I spent a Muscularity Token to heft Cinzy up and get her out of the tent, before running into the second hurdle: the tent wasn’t large at all. So, after a comical shuffle, we erged from the tent, her still groggy and beginning to wake.
“Lead the way, you two,” I said.
They didn’t have to lead far. Not a quarter mile away, Nakamamon were flying this way and that, zipping around the undergrowth, and so of those had riders swooping through the sky or tromping through the forest.
Almost directly overhead, the HQ castle floated. Like clouds inching through the sky not far off, it crossed space with extre slowness.
It had been a while. The castle was a two-gravity thing, with a top half and bottom half both floating so thirty feet off the ground, rotating ever so slowly. Right now it was sideways, turning slowly counterclockwise. People hurried up and down on either side, looking like they ought to fall to the ground, or be crawling on hands and knees.
Unlike the castle itself, the guard towers slowly revolving around it stayed around ten feet off the ground. These were four sided, with Guardians stationed at all four parapets. The cross-shaped towers also revolved around, which would have hurt my brain to look at, but Ingenuity took care of the disorientation.
“Oh.”
Cinzy looped her arms around my neck and was kissing at the hollow of my throat. Totally inappropriate, but also totally necessary. She clearly hadn’t gotten the mo that we were about to be faced with our objective and were almost comically unprepared.
“That’s… bad,” I said, then woke Cinzy the only way I knew how: nose licks.
This is Christopher bringing her to life in an instant.
***
It was actually Airaconda that ca to rouse . I was having so pretty odd dreams: having sex with Cinzy while the shadow of a gigantic inverted pyramid floated overhead and eclipsed in its shadow… but I was also having a different dream at the sa ti: being tangled up in tentacles, shackled to the wall, and forced to have sex with Jacoby of all people. The Ranger leader of the team from Flunt-on-the-Rustle, who’d been responsible for bringing all the fighting aspect Nakamamon back to the HQ.
The air flowing over my body wasn’t enough to do it, since I also felt a draft from McCauley Skulkins opening Fletcher III’s tent and letting the cold in. The tickle at my chest didn’t do it, since I was also feeling Azalea and Regina rubbing against Fletcher II’s bare chest in the other tent.
It was only when the Slitherwind began nibbling at my foot that I sat up in bed.
A strange disorientation happened, because I was seeing out of three sets of eyes and hearing three sets of sounds, feeling three sets of physical sensations all simultaneously. Then Myriad Mind kicked in and partitioned off the clones’ sensory information and gave the reality of the situation. Airaconda wanted my attention.
Tara was having her child.
“Ohhhhhh boy,” I muttered, and dressed in a hurry.
This is Christopher about to be his own child’s midwife.
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