Divinity Rescue Corps
Prologue The Second

“You know the weirdest thing about curing monsters and gods in another world?” Cinzy asked. She had her arms crossed, and it was clear the agent in charge of this round of interrogations was staring at her boobs. “When you make a mental or emotional cure, it literally radiates good feelings and happiness, and when you’re forced to put it in your mouth and ‘mist it’ over the eggs…” She put on the air quotes, but the man’s gaze was locked on her chest. “You feel this heady rush of goodness. Like the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, but it’s in your mouth and your mind.”

His head snapped up.

“Oh good, I got your attention. I wondered if you were going to start moaning ‘tiiiiiiiits’ like a zombie that eats boobs instead of brains.”

Agent Ray Winters adjusted his tie and cleared his throat several times. She would’ve laughed except she knew this guy could turn to the guards in here and order her put in solitary. Even the ‘tits’ comment was too much.

“Ahem, yes, let’s get past the nudist portion of your adventure quickly, if you could.”

“Yeah, let’s do that,” she said. “I’d hate for you to have to imagine four young, beautiful women nude any longer than you have to.”

He nodded too eagerly.

“We assembled the five different holy articles of clothing and resurrected this god by sacrificing our own clothes to it.”

The holy underwear had been first, which Regina’s bonded fox Nakamamon found. The others followed shortly after, scattered in hiding places around the village.

“We needed everyone in the village to offer one up. Our Rogue didn’t want to, but we finally convinced him. That paved the way for Fletcher to create a cure for the God of Apparel. After that we had a party with a very thankful village…”

Her own role in the party had been to have the Marshins and their clam children, the Marshells, literally worshipping at her feet. They plied her with fruits and delicately woven baskets, and even a Marshell pearl, which was almost the size of her fist.

The males had been interested in her, but she’d shut them down. None held a candle to Fletcher. Also, she was having this issue with her bond mate, Fairy Poppins, which manifested more strongly as time went on. Poppy had not wanted her to get into bed with anyone, let alone Fletcher, and buzzed around Cinzy’s head every moment of their celebration in the village of Slinktrickle.

“It was during this time  that we needed to move on to Glumpdumpkin.” The lie came out so smoothly, she was impressed with herself.

See, she’d expressed interest in maybe getting to know the team leader better. She liked him, and more importantly, Poppins liked him. Then, Poppins had caught Fletcher having sex with not one other girl, but two. The lesbian couple, Ivy and Isabelle. He’d been engaged in a threesome, which didn’t make sense. Cinzy knew she was gorgeous. Every man who’d ever met her was either struck dumb with intimidation, fell all over themselves to please her so maybe they had a shot, or did something stupid like catcalls or wolf whistles.

Fletcher had tried, really hard, not to be any of those three. He’d started out in the first category, then gotten his shirt together, and treated her with respect, kindness, and then interest. She knew he considered her out of his league, and really if you put it down to looks alone, she was. Obviously there was much more to him than his looks, and even they were improving each time he got a point of Physicality. He was a genuinely good guy. And he still kept right on talking with her, finding out more about her, pointedly not staring at her body until his brain fell out, and giving her orders for the expedition.

It was the orders that did it. Any time he gave her orders she’d get turned on.

“So anyway, I uh… left to investigate Glumpdumpkin on my own.” She skipped the getting turned on part.

That didn’t make any sense, but none of the interrogators ever questioned her. She was getting her way because she tied up the prison shirt to show off her midriff and tighten against her chest, and she filled out the prison pants perfectly, rolling them up to show off her knees, rolling them down at the waistband to show off her tummy.

“Once we got there, I discovered the Blake problem. I mean there were a lot of problems all going on at once, but the Blake situation was bad. Bad bad.”

Blake had taken over his expedition, forced the Wizard in charge to abdicate control, and then started using the Wizards to create situations where the Guardians would get full xp for ‘saving’ them from harm.

See, she as a Bard got experience points when making or mediating social checks, and then for entertaining people. Wizards got theirs through  study and spellcasting. Fletcher got his through helping heal people. But because Nakamamon weren’t violent, there were only the mindless predators to protect the Wizards from. And if you were even remotely competent, the mindless predators were easy to avoid.

“Blake captured me and used me to lure Fletcher out away from the town, which had its own problem.”

“This is Glumpdumpkin we are talking about now, correct?” Agent Winters asked.

“Yep. They found that most of the people in town were comatose, just lying in the streets in a sort of magic slumber. A few people were drunkenly wandering around. Then a handful of them were working like crazy. One of them was baking bread constantly. Twenty four hours a day. For weeks.”

Blake took Fletcher captive to heal up the injured Wizards. Cinzy hated watching him take abuse from the Guardians under Blake’s control, but one thing Fletcher had was an abundance of abilities. His weird sex powers allowed him to take on abilities from the women he had bedded. He had been taunting Blake’s people using an ability from Ivy or Isabelle. Once they’d slapped him around, and applying some other power to gain permanent damage resistance. He also stacked up temporary Tokens, and taunted another moron to charge headfirst into a tree. Fletcher dodge, and idiot Guardian fractured his skull. After that, he refused to heal up Blake’s Guardians.

It all came to a head when Blake kept refusing to take his anti-magic pills, and the moment Fletcher made his escape attempt, the huge Guardian transformed into a Nakamamon completely.

“You mentioned before that this was a new aspect.”

“Fighting aspect,” she confirmed. “Before that, there’d never been one.”

“Why is that important again?”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes and reiterated what she’d already been over several times. “Sentient Nakamamon don’t fight. They don’t use violence to solve their problems. I mean, even if they get really upset, they just cause emotional illnesses to manifest.” She herself had been so upset she’d unleashed a mighty scream and infected the people of Slinktrickle with her anguish. She didn’t like to dwell on how pissed off she’d been that she let Fletcher dominate her, take her anally, only to go and have sex with two lesbians!

It was a stupid and impulsive thing to do, but she’d been so furious at the betrayal. She’d known he wasn’t a playboy, but at the time she saw red and couldn’t stop the fury from boiling over into words she didn’t really mean.

“Fletcher ended up getting Blake to follow him into the town, where he had divine resistance and Blake didn’t.”

***

Agent Ray Winters looked even more tired of doing this than Tara was. Tara chuckled internally and put on a smirk as he continued asking the same questions the other interrogators had, and the same questions he’d asked the others, and the same questions he’d asked her the other day.

“After Blake fell comatose, we focused on dealing with the town,” Tara said.

And fooling around every fifth day. Fletcher set a four day work week with one day off. It had been so many orgasms during that time. So many of Fletcher’s big loads dripping out of her and down the insides of her legs. She rubbed her thighs together under the interrogation table just thinking about it, and kept her hand pressed to the area just below her belly button.

“There were the small gods in town that we got out, got treated, and sent them on their way. Once we found and dealt with the God of Secret Spaces, Drat had carte blanche to head into town and find all the pieces of the big god that caused everyone to go comatose.”

Ray yawned, and took another sip of his coffee. She didn’t like interrogation times as much as Ivy or Isabelle seemed to. Of course, Ivy and Isabelle frequently taunted the poor guy, who was only doing his job.

“Keep going,” he said.

“Our Rogue used his secret finding powers to uncover all the divine artifacts. It took time to accumulate all the tools that made up the God of Productivity, serious time. Fletcher wanted everyone out of town who was stumbling around in a daze, and the manic workers who never stopped working, he wanted them out too. Those cures took time to research, brew up, and then administer.”

And there was the problem of Jacoby.

The second expedition had shown up specifically to take Blake’s people into custody and get them back to the HQ castle, the huge floating anti-gravity castle. Half the team remained in the area, with the other half escorting back the ones who’d surrendered.

The other half stuck around and tried to bully Fletcher into just doing Jacoby’s work for her. When he refused, she retreated back into the woods and tried to catch Blake’s second in command, Archie.

In the meantime, they had a problem: the divine objects were too charged with energy to be handled safely. Fletcher was able to find a psychic aspect Nakamamon called Shakindria who could do this with a telekinesis power, but it was still slow.

She also, and Tara didn’t mention this, wanted a little something on the side in exchange for helping out. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help, but that she saw Fletcher as her ticket out. Bonding with him gave her a great deal more power, and granted her some of his abilities while he got some of her psychic abilities.

None of that would’ve been possible, since Fletcher was already bonded to one of the Marshins out of Slinktrickle. Except, when he reached a certain level of relationship with Regina, the new ability that resulted allowed him to bond more than one Nakamamon. Shakindria had been helping for days before she finally laid the ultimatum at Fletcher’s feet: bond her, or no more assistance.

Tara thought she probably would’ve kept going; Shakindria wasn’t a monster, but she wanted a boost in power, and more importantly, she wanted a ticket out of a humdrum life. Finally, the moment she bonded him, all reluctance went out the window and she got all the god’s parts together.

“We kept at it, but it was a slow process,” she said. “We eventually had enough materials to pray the god back to life.”

And it didn’t go like with the village, over in an hour because the village only had a few hundred people. This took an incredible effort, consisting of the whole town carrying comatose residents out like an old school bucket line, reviving them, putting them to work, and then collecting even more ingredients to make enormous batches of treatment. With Fletcher’s power now able to grant resistance to subjects based on their ability to spend their own Tokens, he gave out literally thousands of uses of Healer’s Resistance. This allowed them to march back into town and hunt for all the sleeping and comatose residents, get them back out of town, and get them woken up.

Since the town’s population numbered over 2,000, it took all day. The situation was a huge logistical undertaking, and ended up with the god stirring.

It was still sick, but at least now it was alive.

“Crashing through people’s houses and vomiting up, like, this metallic gold stuff everywhere.”

Fletcher did his usual magic: researching through the different available cures, gathering necessary ingredients, growing more of them with his magical herb growing ability, and finally concocting the cure over the course of a full day or so. Finally, they all got together.

“Fletcher had to apply this paste stuff to the god’s chakra points,” she said, and tapped on her own body. “Top of the head, you know, the crown. Then the forehead, which is where a lot of people say they feel mana flowing out, the third eye. After that the heart, the stomach, and then the taint.”

Ray Winters, bless his heart, didn’t choke and splutter like he had the first time.

Fletcher had gotten a big dollop of the stuff and splatted it right on the space between the god’s balls and his butthole. Really the whole thing had been a group effort, with the four Guardians using their shields, she and the other Ranger Regina using their speed to try to get them clear, and Trent trying in vain to sink the god up to its knees in the rock.

In the end almost all of them had gotten divine vomit on them, giving them severe divinity poisoning.

“But as soon as the god was healed, all of it lifted. It was just gone.”

What Tara wanted to do was tell him all about the partying and celebration that took place afterwards: parading through the streets, the beers and wines the people made getting them all drunk, the music that had played, the shouts and fireworks. Some of them were fire aspects, and could shoot fire up into the sky. Jacoby’s people returned to take custody of an awakening Blake, and their Wizards added to the fireworks with different spells.

And the sex…

Gods, Tara hadn’t been able to do anything but lay there the next day while her legs got over the exertion. Fletcher had copied himself using some new power from his Pleasure Seeker class, and railed her and Regina at the same time. She’d been on one foot with the other up against her ear while he pounded into her for what seemed like hours. They were making out and screwing. She had her hands planted against the wall of his laboratory with him slamming into her from behind. She’d been on her back on the floor, clutching her knees to her sides while he pounded so deep into her she thought she was going to feel it in the back of her throat.

He had unleashed load after load into her. He and his clone had swapped her with Regina so he could climax into her like she so desperately wanted. Every time she felt him convulse with ecstasy inside her it started another chain reaction of continuous orgasms. She’d literally fuzzed out of consciousness and into a gray fugue state where she could only feel certain sensations, and hear herself crying out.

She’d watched him have sex with Vellenia the Marshin, her very white skin flecked with hints of mint green and pale pink. She’d watched him have sex with the yellow-skinned psychic Nakamamon Shakindria, the two of them slowly turning over and over as they floated four feet in the air, nothing more than a tangle of limbs. She’d listened to him have sex with Cinzy, because Cinzy wasn’t okay with them all watching.

It wasn’t perfect, and her womb begged her to barge into the room and demand he seed her instead of shooting into Cinzy, or on her. Her self control was enough to stop her from doing so… but only just.

Ray Winters cleared his throat. When he spoke, it was awkward and his voice cracked. “I think we need to discuss the plan you all concocted to circumvent SNORC rules—”

“Oh my gods,” Tara said. “Is that the real name they chose for the Agency?”

Winters went on. “That’s neither here nor there—”

“Because the other name they were going to go with was BOOF. Can you imagine being a BOOF agent, Agent?”

“Tell me about your plan!” he shrieked.

Tara felt a smile creeping up her face, while she kept her hand absently rubbing her abdomen. Winters, for his part, had that far off look of someone who had no idea was happening, and couldn’t quite believe it had gotten this far. He had lost, and they both knew it. He was supposed to be the fresh face to come in here and befriend them, and get them to tell the truth about the portal being blown up. That wasn’t going to happen, and she thought he already knew that..

“There was no plan,” she said.

“You… want me to believe… that all five of you girls, from Fletcher’s team, who were all having sex with him, just happened to be in the portal room the moment a flurry of these, these creatures, burst through? The same moment Fletcher’s own creature burst through and used magic to pull him through the portal before it was destroyed? You’re going to rot in prison for the rest of your life because one man, who wasn’t even monogamous, impregnated you?”

Well now she was wondering how often this man’s wife forced him to watch while she went to town on someone with Fletcher’s… equipment specs.

“His mother went through that portal seconds before it was destroyed.”

“Did you see her go through the portal?” Tara asked.

His eyes were now alight, feverish with determination. He gestured, and a video recording of the portal room appeared. It was a chaotic image, with dozens of Nakamamon of all sizes swirling around, brought in by Regina, along with Tara, Ivy, Isabelle, Cinzy, and Fletcher. Everyone except Fletcher was currently tangled up with the many portal room guards: Ivy had disarmed one of them and thrown their weapon at another one. A Geodile, which was a cross between a crocodile and a geode, had another guard’s weapon in its mouth, and was crushing it while the guard’s face was inches from its snout. Another guard was waving away fiery bugs floating around his head, and had caught his uniform on fire.

It was a still image, just for a moment. Winters touched a tablet and the pandemonium got under way. He pointed to a blurry blob of color.

“There!”

“I didn’t see anything,” Tara lied.

He backed it up, and played it again. One second there was nothing on the ramp leading to the portal, and the next moment there was… something. A person’s leg, it seemed like.

“There’s a guard in the way,” she said. “Sorry.”

But the guard fully obstructed the view of the camera, waving around with what looked like a shrub on his head. Or a rabbit wearing a shrub.

When the guard passed, the only things to be seen were half an explosion, Fletcher with Regina clinging to his ankle, and perhaps one foot. Again, a blur of a Nakamamon was in the way.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Tara said.

Winters threw up his arms and snarled in fury.

“She’s gone!” he barked. “She’s not in their California home. We have multiple accounts of her on security cameras with Christopher and the five of you girls. We know you planned it. You tell us the details and I can set you up in a nicer cell. We can get you amenities. You can get visitation. Would you like that? Would you like your family to see your little one?”

She blinked at him.

“Give me a name!” he screamed. “Tell me who planned this and you can get what you want.”

“You’ll let me out of prison?” she asked innocently.

He froze, huffing and puffing. He’d be fired after this, and they’d get a new interrogator to try to get information out of her. He knew this and she knew this.

This is Fletcher getting off Scott free.