More happened, much more, but this is the first leg of my journey completed. Hell, I hadn’t even touched my system progression following the healing situation or the threesome with Isabelle and Ivy.

  Cinzy returned from a lengthy session of negotiating to find us cleaned up and acting like we hadn’t just screwed each others’ brains out. I could tell she was disappointed we wouldn’t be able to spend time together, but there was a lot to learn and a lot to do.

  First of all, I’d inducted Ivy into the sex-having squad, giving her the special ability I was about to get from level 12 in Healer. She was giddy with the ability, and I was too. Healer’s Breath actively healed people, and obviated the need for healing potions so long as Ivy or I was around. We’d have to discuss what to tell the others when the Guardian on my team suddenly kissed someone and healed a physical injury, but we’d have to jump off that bridge when we reached it.

  In return, I gained an ability called Fierce.

  Fierce

  (Special Ability, Common, passive)

  You know you’re kind of scary when you want to be. Whenever you force a contested social check against an opponent, you are considered to have the skill for such a check at rank 7. When you enter a dangerous situation, you gain a temporary Token in Physicality and Durability. These Tokens disappear after an hour if unused.

  My Stalwart ability didn’t go up a level after only my second encounter with Isabelle, but I was confident that one or two more times would do it. Whether or not she’d allow that was another thing entirely.

  I’d also reached level 12 in Healer and level 11 in Pleasure Seeker. In my main css, I got an ability called Healer’s Breath. As for Pleasure Seeker, Level 11 meant a free Attribute point and a skill point. Since right now my Token situation was looking very bleak, I’d need to try to level up in Pleasure Seeker in order to replenish them. I certainly couldn’t take on the god of not wearing clothes like this.

  Oh no, that meant I would have to have a whole bunch of sex. How terrible.

  I chuckled at the thought, earning me a dubious look from Cinzy. She was still pouting about something, so I squeezed her hand for reassurance. That earned me an even more dubious look.

  Fairy Poppins had been sent ahead to rey communications to the rest of the team. Larelle, Chrysta, An, Trent and Drat were stuck on a stone pilr out away from the vilge of Slinktrickle—I won’t ever tire of writing down Slinktrickle, and will write Slinktrickle as often as I can because it makes me ugh to do that—but the natives were effusive with their praise and thanks.

  They held a party, which would have been a far different affair had we been wearing clothes the whole time. Since we weren’t, it was… awkward. All the Marshells were now out and peering through the edges of their cmshells at the Divinity Rescue Corps. Nearby, the Marshins danced alone or in pairs, and in some cases lifted the Marshells up and swayed with them.

  The Marshin music was mostly done with a few drums, and a lot of stomping, but plenty of singing. They had beautiful, etherial singing voices, though I couldn’t tell if there was much in the way of lyrics. The Marshells slowly opened out of their shells and the tiny humanoids stood on top of them, swaying and cpping and stomping. The girls were in love, and I even caught Trent and Drat going ‘aww so cute’ at the two foot humanoids wiggling and singing on their open shells.

  Eventually all the Marshells were put to bed, taken away by some nannies so the higher stage transformation ‘adults’ could get down with their bad selves. Torches were lit and put on poles around the ptform’s edge to ward off the deepening gloom.

  The Marshins had alcohol, but thankfully it was both potent and awful. After one cup of the vile stuff, I was drunk and able to keep myself from getting aroused throughout the after dinner dessert buffet and the singing and stomping they did by firelight.

  I thought keeping my dick from getting hard would matter. It did not.

  After several hours of partying, a brazier was brought onto the main ptform outside the huge meeting hall. It had grown chilly by now, and some of the nude Nakamamon were holding one another for warmth… or more? Marshmellows joined in the festivities on their enormous tails, some of them sitting on the edge of the ptforms and chatting… and then the chatting turned into rubbing and grinding.

  Rubbing and grinding showed me exactly how these creatures mated. I thought I was witnessing something private, but the natives didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. The males appeared smooth and androgynous, but with enough rubbing they grew miniature penises. It was like those infographics I’d seen on social media about gorils having tiny genitalia. The female Marshins didn’t seem to mind. They also didn’t seem to mind bending over against the building walls or getting down on hands and knees right on the ptforms.

  Larger females often paired off with Marshmellows, the thickly-built creatures getting rger erections out of nowhere. In most cases this meant the eel-mermaid creatures just y on the ptforms and let the females ride them.

  “We’re in the middle of an orgy,” Regina whispered.

  “This is… wild,” I replied, not sure what else to say.

  An had been approached by several female Marshins, and after initially warding them off, he eventually looked to Trent, who shrugged, then to me. Across the ptform, I made the ‘go ahead’ waving gesture, and the stunned Wizard was pulled out of sight by his native partner. Trent and Drat were more brazen, both taking the first Marshin females that came onto them.

  Vellenia approached, swaying and stomping and crooning. A dozen of the natives followed after, two dozen.

  “Fletcher!” she sang my name. “You are our savior! You and your Cinzia Graham!”

  “Saviooooor!” she rest sang. “Saaaaavior!”

  Savior of Slinktrickle definitely undercuts the gravitas of the situation.

  “Um,” Cinzy said, as some eight or ten of the natives bent and id hands on her, “Um, Fletcher?”

  They then lifted her into the air, still singing. “Saviors! Saved the babies!”

  “Go on,” Regina whispered to me, patting my hand before a mob of them lifted my naked ass into the air too. “Make a whole bunch of hybrid Nakamamon little babies.”

  “What did you just say?” I said, before going, “Whoooa!” As I was lifted above their heads like Cinzy had been.

  Let me tell you, as a grown adult, the only thing like it would be perhaps flying commercial, where that weightless feeling comes into py, or being thrown around on a roller coaster. Grown people just aren’t used to having someone else do gravity on their behalf.

  “Have fun!” she called cheerfully, waving.

  I thought Cinzy and I would be carried to the same room, where we would end up screwing one another’s brains out. Honestly, I was ready for it. We’d been in close contact, I’d seen her naked body so much, and she’d shown so much interest that I was prepared to get my first taste of Cinzy. Hopefully Fairy Poppins wouldn’t try to interfere like she had before. Whether the little Nakamamon was trying to save Cinzy from me, or the other way around, it was tiresome.

  At the same time, the moment the two groups separated and took us over different bridges, I had a moment of relief mixed with regret. Sure we wouldn’t be able to have sex, but did I need more partners? Did I need more possible entanglements? I couldn’t be sure how Tara would view the situation with me engaging with not just Isabelle, but also Ivy. I didn’t know how she would view me having sex with Vellenia either. So adding Cinzy to the mix was another big question mark. The Bard didn’t know about my retionship with the two Rangers, nor about the Guardians. How Cinzy would react to the news that she was sharing me with any of them was a huge unknown and not something I truly wanted to deal with, in all honesty.

  However, I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t want to spend a whole lot of time in bed with Cinzy. Every straight man who sees a woman that mind-bogglingly gorgeous in real life would love a chance in bed with her, whether he’s eighteen or eighty. Just because she’s out of our league doesn’t mean we don’t py the ‘what if’ game.

  But it wasn’t going to happen tonight.

  The Marshin females didn’t even ask, they just worshipped my body. They got me hard, they marveled over my equipment, and then took turns going down on me. I’d seen a handful of Japanese porn videos like this, and it was with a pleasant buzz of bad alcohol that I watched it py out in real life. To me.

  Soon enough I was being ridden and smothered by minty-green and white breasts. I had their tongues in my mouth, on my neck, on my nipples. I slowly eased into native after native: ying down, kneeling to accept me from behind, or even standing up against the wall. Facing me, yes. Facing away, yes.

  Regina was there. She’d followed me in somehow, even after the native girls closed and barred the door. I saw her in the shadows, touching herself as she watched all of them run a train on me. Either they didn’t notice the sparkling freckles with their flowery little outlines in the shadowed corner of the room, or they simply didn’t care.

  It was far more than I should’ve been able to handle, but my experiences earlier that day: with Regina, with Ivy and Isabelle, helped keep me from bsting off. I had not one single thought to the game system at this point. No considering whether to infte my Qualities as a Pleasure Seeker.

  The night went on, and then on, and on more. Eventually the room’s bed was covered in slumbering Marshin females, one after another being unable to handle what I could dish out. While the rest of the natives paired off and enjoyed one another’s company, I sated and then exhausted partner after partner. They muttered to one another about me and what I was doing to them, about how no male Marshin was capable of anything like this.

  I could only fit about three inches into some of them. They cried out and told me it was too deep. Some of them could accommodate more, eventually, but others could only handle the head and that was about it. Repeatedly popping the head inside them still drove them wild, making them flop and thrash and cry out like I was remaking their entire understanding of their pce int he universe. It was, quite frankly, a massive ego boost.

  It was Vellenia who came to me st, and demanded what I had in me.

  “I want your seed,” she breathed, as she bounced up and down my pole. Marshins y on the floor now, one of them with her legs up on the bed and her face down on the stomach of another semi-conscious native, unable to move after the pounding I’d given her. Her hand drifted down to tenderly explore what had become of her slit. Others were watching in silence, having drifted back to consciousness.

  Vellenia was flexible. She had started by folding herself in half, grabbing her ankles, and letting me just pull her ass back and forth like a toy for my own pleasure. This had continued when she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist, then demanded I lift her up and down while standing. Enhanced as my body was, I could only handle a minute or two of this kind of thing, since she was well over a hundred pounds. Phsyicality or no, my growth pte injuries and scoliosis began to protest what I was forcing on my body. Once I had her against the wall this was easier, and I could really make my partner cry out in ecstasy from the brutal pounding. After that, she wanted to spin around and be pressed ft against the wall by the force of my thrusting. Again, I obliged her. Who wouldn’t love the full-throated moans and growns, the shuddering and shivering of pleasure, the squeaking and crying out that I was too big, that she would never be able to walk again.

  Finally, I was sitting on the expansive bed and she was using my knees to help her with leverage. “Fill me up, Healer.”

  I couldn’t believe what she was saying, but my body was more than ready to obey. I thrust upward, making her clutch onto my neck and mewl in a mixture of pleasure and pain. At the end of that, the dam of my self control burst and I gave her what she wanted.

  I awoke sometime in the middle of the night to Regina sucking me back to full hardness. My first partner grinned into the first kiss, climbing up my body.

  “You got one more in you?” she breathed, barely audible, “because I want it in me.”

  I did. I threw Regina onto her back, mounted her, and the hot confines of her pussy welcomed me in.

  ***

  This is how it ends: with An getting id by a native, possibly having his first ever experience by a native, because such things matter a lot. With Trent and Drat getting id by natives as well. With Cinzy getting carried off to an unknown fate. With Larelle and Chrysta who knew where, and all the companion creatures somewhere, hopefully asleep. Regina disappeared after swallowing my st load of the night, sleeping in her own quarters. I ended up in a sweaty, cum-gzed tangle of bodies.

  Of course the tale continues. This is only the first leg in a journey. Heck, I haven’t even gone back to earth for my first few weeks of rest and rexation as mandated by the company. As amazing as it sounds, I was under contract to work for the government. Apparently my duties included inseminating the natives of this new nd.

  The next few weeks would see us working towards a solution with the god that had erased all clothing here. It would mean exotic new locations, meeting new and interesting individuals, and coming to grips with the odd magic of this beautiful and unspoiled world.

  Right now though, that will all have to wait for another day. Like all things, there’s a time for doing and a time for resting.

  This is Christopher signing off. For now.

  —The end

  Of

  Divinity Rescue Corps: Chapter The First

  September 2, 2024- October 27, 2024