I was ter informed by the UI, once we had run out of the cure, that the check had succeeded. Barely. I’d gotten lucky that the check switched from Likability to Ingenuity, though it made sense. There hadn’t been a good delivery system, so we did our best with the tools at hand. Namely, our mouths.

  The eggs were suitably misted by the two of us, and would begin hatching the following day. The Marshins understood this, and immediately ceased hostilities once they realized that although we looked like disrespectful naked buffoons prancing around their sick and injured babies, we meant well and the works we were doing were good.

  I did end up spraying half the Guardian unit of the Divinity Rescue Corps, which was its own set of weird issues.

  So while Larelle and Chrysta had specified they weren’t willing to sacrifice themselves for me and my stubborn insistence that we could do the mission, Isabelle and Ivy had stayed behind to try to keep the Marshins at bay as long as possible. They had set themselves on in a suicide mission.

  Regina, An, Drat and their Nakamamon had all gone with Larelle and Chrysta to where Trent and Garnet had been exhausting themselves to make a stone ptform away from the vilge of Slinktrickle, just in case this very thing happened. It wasn’t a rge thing, but it was a stone block rge enough to hold both Muppin and the team if absolutely need be, raised right out of the water with considerable difficulty, with a thin stone walkway connecting them. The moment the team—the survivors who hadn’t offered themselves up to die for the cause—got across, Trent waved his hand and the bridge colpsed, stranding them all about thirty feet away from the Marshins. No, it wasn’t a foolproof solution for safety; the natives could attack with weapons if they wanted to, get on boats and climb the stone column if they wanted to, but it was the best Trent could do in the space of just a few hours. They could—and did—hide behind the enormous rochidna in case projectiles or water aspect attacks came from the unhappy townsfolk. He’d burned through a lot of mana potions, and though it hadn’t ultimately been necessary, it sure seemed like it would be. They sure had used it, pursued by a contingent of grieving and wailing natives to the edge of the vilge, onto the stone bridge, and Chrysta kept the Marshins off it until it could be colpsed. She then simply floated across to safety.

  This left Cinzy, Isabelle, Ivy and I surrounded by well over two hundred angry townsfolk.

  ***

  I came to some time ter in a small, private room with Ivy sitting against the door.

  “You all right?” she asked.

  Now, I had studiously avoided contact with Ivy for various different reasons since this whole thing started. One, she was fierce. Like a fucking juggernaut. She was close to matching Larelle and Chrysta in firewood cutting ability, with only two arms and not being seven feet tall. She didn’t take shirt from anybody. Two, lesbian. I didn’t want her to misinterpret my interest for something it wasn’t, either in her or her girlfriend. Three through nine hundred ninety-nine, her girlfriend had had sex with me. If that’s not a reason to avoid somebody, I don’t know what is. I didn’t know what Isabelle had or hadn’t told her. I didn’t know how she would react to any of that information.

  She was also—as I viewed through half-lidded eyes—built like a wrestler. She was all lean, wiry muscle, with none of that soft roundness most women get. She usually went with tight shirts that fttened her chest a bit, and baggy pants most of the time to fill out the punk look. Now, I could see she had breasts that were on the smaller side, and the tattoos went far deeper than just the arms and neck. Then again, it might’ve been the residual ambient magic of this world changing her body like it was doing with Isabelle. Instead of making Ivy into a cotton candy swirl version of herself like Isabelle, I initially thought it could be that Ivy’s thing was new tattoos.

  I hadn’t yet caught sight of the tail, or the wings.

  Between the tattoos, the piercings, and the shaved head, she had natural intimidation without needing the skill. But it was definitely an attractive intimidating.

  “What happened?” I asked, feigning more grogginess than I felt. Actually, I felt forking amazing. I could’ve jumped out of bed and run on the walls in defiance of me gravity. But the shock of being under Ivy’s gaze held me back.

  “You and Cinzia spit all over everybody. And yourselves. You were glistening with glowing mental cure juice, giggling and running around like lunatics.”

  “Oh, is that all?” I asked drily.

  She snorted. “Well, you spit all over Izzy and I. And several dozen natives. You’re lucky we have special abilities that give us resistance to mental impairments.”

  Stalwart. I knew exactly what she was talking about, because Isabelle had come into my tent unannounced, sexed me under the cover of darkness, and I’d only known it was her because the UI told me so.

  “That let us keep the Marshins from tearing you guys apart, and you kept spraying them all. Real mood changer you brewed up there. Seems like something we could bottle and sell.”

  I grinned ruefully. “It would go off in under a day, but yeah, I see what you mean.”

  “You feeling okay?” she asked, and used the opportunity to look me up and down. We had handled the egg situation, but hadn’t gone after whatever god had stolen all our clothes, and the ability to wear them. I was still in Christopher Fletcher’s Patented Birthday Suit?, dick just flopping around out there for all to see.

  “Feel good,” I admitted. “You? Sorry I doused you guys. It was too much to deal with. I wasn’t in control.”

  She shrugged. “Honestly, this world is weird. So fraggin’ weird. And this might’ve been the weirdest thing to happen, but I figure it definitely wasn’t the first weird thing. It won’t be the st.”

  “Thanks.”

  She shrugged this off. “You’re the team leader. If you spitting on us is part of the job, I guess that’s what’s gonna happen.”

  It was a decidedly odd sentence to come out of her mouth.

  She leaned forward in her chair, and stared at me. “Izzy and I had a long talk. About you.”

  Oh fork.

  “You know she and I are a thing. I messed up and you heard it. We generally keep that quiet. She likes me, for whatever reasons she has. I obviously think the world of her.”

  This was going to go really badly for me.

  “We ended up here some months ago. Everything’s been pretty fracking amazing, to be honest. Until recently.”

  Internally, I winced. This was where things got nasty. She was going to sp me around a bit, threaten me with castration, and then—

  “Don’t worry,” she said, reading my obvious concern with ease. “I ain’t pissed. I was pissed with her. Not at you. But I get it.”

  “What? Why?”

  “She came onto you.”

  “Ah.” Isabelle had cheated, then come clean.

  “But here we are, just the ten of us, and I guess you’re also involved… with Regina.”

  My brain went into overdrive.

  She waved this away too. “She talked with Izzy. Izzy talked with me. All three of us talked together. Needless to say, I was upset, and now I’m not. Luckily Regina said she couldn’t y cim to you, and was surprisingly cool with Izzy boning her, uh, fudge buddy.

  “I get what she did and why, though I really wish she’d told me what she was going to do.”

  “Why didn’t she?” I asked.

  She scratched the back of her neck. “I say some things when we’re… well I made a suggestion in the heat of… anyway I wasn’t really serious, and she took it seriously.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked ftly.

  “We were having sex,” she said, “and I said some stuff I only halfway meant.”

  My body certainly reacted to that bit of news. When you’re in your twenties, just a word or an image can get you horny.

  Ivy had been talking dirty in the heat of the moment, and one of the things she’d been talking about was adding a guy to the mix, so she could have her guts rearranged while Isabelle sat on her face, or while they made out. Maybe she’d talked about sucking some cock with Isabelle, kissing around the shaft, and maybe she’d talked about having someone rail her from below while Isabelle licked her from above. Whatever they talked about, Isabelle took it seriously enough to come into my tent and test drive a stick shift.

  “Ah,” I said, cking any brainpower to do anything but fight against an erection. A fight I lost.

  ***

  Cinzy didn’t want to be left out of what was happening here, but when I used the word ‘order’ she left, pouting and stomping off. Fairy Poppins trailed after her, though she paused several times and looked back towards Ivy, Izzy and I.

  That left Isabelle, who’d been watching over Cinzy, to join me in the bedroom that had been reserved for An and Trent. The cotton candy colored cutie who I thought was Cinzy the other night entered the room timidly, shutting the door as quietly as possible. She surveyed the scene and frowned at all the attention focused on her.

  “I uh… told Cinzy she has to go speak with the elders.” I snorted. It would be some time before she got done with that little errand.

  “Did you speak to him?” she asked Ivy.

  “Yup,” Ivy said.

  “What did he say?”

  “He’s in the room,” Ivy said, with full eye roll.

  Isabelle turned my way. “Are you okay? You’re not upset? Ugh, I always make everybody upset. I’m amazed Regina didn’t tear me apart when she cornered me and made me tell the whole story.”

  “She what?” I asked.

  “I said too much, again!” Her hands fluttered in the air and came to rest on her thighs. “Ugh, I always just talk without thinking.”

  “Come here, babe,” Ivy said, and stood up to give her girlfriend a good hug. The two embraced for some time, with me watching, and murmured encouragement to one another. They began with light kisses, with Ivy taking Isabelle by the hips and pressing their bodies together, slowly grinding and humping.

  “I don’t know if I want him here,” Isabelle compined.

  I knew it was best to just shut up and let Ivy do the talking. I wasn’t sure if I wanted me here either. I didn’t want to screw things up for these two and their retionship.

  “The least we can do it get a special ability for me,” Ivy said. “I feel like you owe me that much.”

  Isabelle made a high, keening whine that I thought was both cute and horrible. She compined, “I apologized already.”

  “You also got a free special power out of the little ambush situation,” Ivy said, thumbing both Isabelle’s blue and pink and silver swirled nipples, while kissing down the length of her neck. Then, Ivy’s hand snaked up into Izzy’s hair and clenched tight, pulling her head back. Ivy licked over her throat.

  “And you got the D.”

  “Fine,” Isabelle muttered, panting. She’d been grinding her mound against Ivy’s. Both started moaning: Isabelle with her face pointed at the ceiling, and Ivy with her tongue all over Izzy’s neck.

  Fine. I was about to have sex with one bisexual and one professed lesbian who had already had sex with me once. A bi-curious lesbian? I shook the thoughts away, willing myself not to overthink it.

  “What if I don’t want to do it with him again?” Isabelle asked.

  “That’s fine,” Ivy muttered.

  “You promise?”

  “I promise. And you promise not to go sexing anybody else until you get permission first.”

  “I promise,” Isabelle said breathlessly.

  Ivy turned to me. “We don’t have forever. Lay down.”

  I y on the bed, and watched, fascinated, as Ivy led Isabelle across the room while furiously making out. Eventually Isabelle’s confusion turned into question, until Ivy told her to mount my head, sixty-nine position. Her head appeared from around Isabelle’s thigh, and she stared hard into my eyes.

  It was a ‘don’t fork this up,’ look.

  I hadn’t been lucky enough to see Isabelle up close like this in the light of day. Izzy’s blue and pink butt came together at a very pink juncture, though tiny threads of silver converged here too. I pulled her butt down and extended my tongue, and the moment that happened, I spent the Token to enhance what was to come, with Pleasure’s Bounty.

  I barely heard the c-cling! of the Token flying into being and dissipating again, since Isabelle cried out.

  Now, for only the second time, I felt two sets of lips on my rampant erection. Gods but I was horny. After listening to Ivy tell the story of how she needed some good deep dicking, and about how Regina had pumped Isabelle for information, I was more than ready to go. Two beautiful girls were okay with this, then I was okay with this.

  Isabelle and Ivy worshipped my cock while I made damn sure to put every one of Regina’s lessons into action. Isabelle was wet and getting wetter by the moment, shivering and moaning around my shaft when I concentrated on the tiny bump of flesh at the top of her pussy. Her clit wasn’t the same size or shape as Regina’s, not exactly, but the differences didn’t matter as much as the reactions. Isabelle loved having her clit licked. A tiny ridge was the pce she loved it most. And what set her off was fingering her while using tiny little flicks of the tongue.

  She lost the ability to work on me, which bothered me not at all. Ivy took over, sliding her lips up and down the head and half the length of me while I drove Isabelle crazy. It she just y on my stomach clenching tighter and tighter within herself.

  The bubble of magic inside her grew more intense, and grew both rger and smaller at the same time. It got more dense and shrank, even as yers of the magic pulse outward with every breathless moan.

  I held her soft form to me to make sure she couldn’t go anywhere, and worked on her until she finally made several gasps and grunts that were different than before. The ball of mana within her exploded, shooting off little streamers of magic pin balling throughout her entire body. They shot down to her feet and into her toes, which spread out before curling up. They shot out to her fingers and up to her scalp, where they sat and tingled.

  “He’s good, isn’t he?” Ivy asked, grinning.

  “Uh… huh,” she muttered.

  “As good as me?”

  “Nuh… uh.”

  “Aww, that’s sweet,” Ivy said. “I’m gonna stuff this monster inside me now, pet. Watch or participate?”

  “Uh… w-watch,” Izzy slurred, and slumped off me and onto the bed. Her sky blue and pink thigh lifted off my face to reveal Ivy, lithe and muscur tattooed body already poised to take me into herself. She enveloped me, unbelievably tight. Her slick center didn’t want to allow me in at first, and I watched as she did the work of slowly loosening herself up to accommodate my girth.

  “Ohhhh fudge,” Ivy murmured, “I’m sorry, pet, but your tongue doesn’t reach this far. All right, Fletcher, give me all you’ve got.”

  The first thing I did was spend the Token to increase our pleasure. A ripple of additional pleasure went through me and I noted Ivy’s shiver. The second thing I did was bring her into the fold for 2 Tokens. Now I was running dangerously low, but didn’t care. Who got to be in a threesome with a committed pair of beautiful dies because they’d forgotten their strap on back at home?

  “Ohhhh,” she hissed out a breath. “You are big, Fletcher. Unh, definitely the biggest, ugh… cock I’ve ever had in me.”

  The dirty talk definitely did it for me. I started going at her in earnest.

  “I think you’re… you’re poking my… diaphragm.”

  Ivy had to hold my knees as I thrust upward and into her tight confines. Still, her perfect and perky boobs bounced with each sm. I relished the pained look on her face each time I bottomed out. Time disappeared; there was only the sp of skin against skin.

  “Ugh, Fletcher,” she said, her voice shaking. “Ugh, you’re big. F-fuck me. Fuck me r-real good.”

  Isabelle had roused, and started swirling her tongue around one of Ivy’s big, dark nipples. I sat up and got my lips around the other one, then told her what I wanted.

  “Ugh… oh, okay.”

  Once I id back down, she slowly spun until she was facing away. All her strange back tattoos came into view: Dr. Seuss characters, a dragon, spiderwebs at her elbows, the strange eyes at her calf muscles, comic book characters mid-fight with their vilin counterparts. All coated in a sheen of sweat.

  Now, Ivy’s ass wasn’t nearly as nice as Regina’s, with her extra back padding, and her legs weren’t as long and strong as Tara’s. Ivy had muscles, and I watched them flex and bunch holding herself above me so I could drill her from below. And Isabelle now had access to her girlfriend. She immediately got her lips on Ivy’s tits, and her finger down between her legs.

  It only took Ivy a few minutes of this to clench, clench tighter, and then finally convulse with a powerful orgasm. She kept disregarding the no-swearing rule, going ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck,’ through a shattering climax.

  I had to stop in the face of risking bsting off inside her. I’d already done that to Tara too many times. I had to slow down while Ivy threw her head back and groaned loudly, shaking and shuddering.

  Afterwards she y down, directly onto my chest, ass pressed against me and breathing heavily directly in my ear.

  I got an idea. I waited until she had just sunk down and rested her ass on my thighs to go into the Pleasure Seeker Qualities and upgrade Length by 1.

  Ivy started to have a sort of aftershock orgasm as my cock expanded into before untouched depths. Letting out a loud squeal, she shuddered and bounced yet again.

  “Fletch— ugh! What the—”

  All talk ceased when I moved inside her.

  The sex continued for some time. Isabelle tched her lips onto Ivy’s clit and flicked at it while I slowly fucked in and out with long, slow strokes. It seemed like Ivy’s orgasm just went on, and on, and on. Beneath her like that, I had two choices: support her hips from below and rock my hips to stroke in and out, or knead and pinch at her tattoo-covered breasts and nipples. Both were appealing, but Isabelle took care of the tter. She reached up and had two handfuls of Ivy’s breasts while shing her clit repeatedly, then sucking on it.

  Ivy was incapable of doing anything except twitching feebly and constantly groaning. I couldn’t tell if she came two, three, or several dozen times. They all seemed to blend into one continuous shuddering experience.

  My pleasure grew, especially when they shifted into a sixty-nine position, with Ivy’s tattooed ass pointed directly at me. She gave me a zy smile over her shoulder before going down on Isabelle. From behind, Ivy’s body seemed even more taut, more muscur, and more athletic than before. Each time I penetrated her, she growled and moaned into her girlfriend’s pussy. Together, we all managed to cum together. Isabelle stopped licking at Ivy and cried out just as Ivy likewise colpsed onto her, and my release could be contained no longer.

  I pulled and sprayed Ivy’s ass with more than I’d ever produced, shooting farther than I ever had. I reached her shoulder bdes, and it pooled in the central groove of her back. I covered her ass. It was enough that the dripping fell onto Isabelle. She dutifully opened her mouth and pped it up.

  “Don’t swallow, pet.”

  Izzy’s vocalization was less a question than a moan. “Ung?”

  “Fletcher will love this,” Ivy said exhaustedly, and got up. I watched in amazement as first she sucked the remainder off my cock, then licked over Isabelle’s face for any left over. She then kissed Isabelle, hot and hard and long, swirling my seed between them.

  This sweaty, inked angel looked up at me, half drenched in my seed, a look of wonder on her face. “Damn, Fletcher, that tastes good,” she said afterwards. “You’re really big, good stamina, and your jizz tastes like joy. No wonder Regina can’t get enough of you.”

  She turned to Isabelle even as she scooped more of it off her ass to put into her mouth. “Don’t worry, pet, I’m not leaving you.”

  Isabelle’s numb shock disappeared into a wary smile.

  This is Christopher somehow evolving into a guy who has sex friends.