Always three there were. One Fletcher working the cure. One Fletcher making sweet love to one of the many women who found him attractive and desirable, and finally, one Fletcher holed up in a cave.

No longer. When Trent returned from his business of the special project, I asked him how far along it was.

“Pretty good,” he said. “Pretty much there. Does she have to have to pull your shirt up like that and run her hands all over your body?”

“Sweetling?” I turned to Azalea, who was riding me like a backpack, and running her hands all over my chest and abs. “Is this required?”

“Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!”

I turned back to Trent. “There you have it. Could you kindly escort us out?”

April and Vellenia came along with me on the hour long trek through the inside of the mountain, to the hidden exit. Several times, Trent doubled back or pulled open a thin layer of stone and dropped down into a passage below. After the first twenty minutes of going through the maze Trent had constructed, we all gave up complimenting him on the job well done. He’d gotten glowing stones and mushrooms to provide some dim and color-shifting light along our journey. Our amazement grew, but we ran out of kind words to give him.

At the forty-five minute mark, I turned to him. “How many side tunnels would you say there are?”

He shrugged. “Garnet says we have 50 miles of tunnels beneath this mountain. Some of them are pretty rough, since we’ve been working fast. Pretty much double time. Also, I remembered watching a video on how to navigate any maze, where all you have to do is always go to the right. Just keep going right forever. Which is why I did a couple of trap doors you wouldn’t normally find if you didn’t know what you were looking for.”

“Diabolical.”

“You said you wanted something nobody would be able to find without me.”

Choosing the stone Sorcerer was clearly the best decision I had ever made.

Finally, we came to a nest of Ferrosaurs, which we navigated past by Garnet glowing in a comforting way and making some social roll for us. The huge, territorial rock and metal monsters stared daggers at us as we went, growling low in their throats. The sound reminded me of surf washing up and crunching a whole bunch of sedimentary rocks together.

“I realize I know nothing about your bond mate, and that makes me sad.”

“Little guy is really industrious,” Trent said, and brought Garnet up on a pillar of stone so he could pet the huge orange gem affectionately as we walked. “Not that it’s a guy. They don’t have sex, they just split in half to procreate… I think. Anyway, busy little beaver, this one.”

The girls also chatted as we went, talking all about the gigantic Ferrosaurs, the other dangerous earth Nakamamon we ended up passing, the crystals set into the stone in places, the mushrooms glowing here and there, how nice April’s fur felt when petted, and how graceful Vellenia was when she danced and pirouetted through the passageways.

While we went, I also took the opportunity to level up in Pleasure Seeker. The levels were coming very fast now for some reason, and I was liking that. I had taken my turn with Azalea just a few hours ago, who didn’t give a fig to be getting her guts stuffed full in a filthy cave. She was a poison aspect, after all, and had lived in a literal swamp when I’d met her. Afterwards, Trent had shown Vellenia and I an underground pool that would drown anybody but us, and that led to the two of us enjoying a playful romp beneath the ground and in the water.

“The Nakamamon down in that underground lake didn’t even have names,” I told Azalea and Trent, while accessing the UI.

Level 49: +12 skill points

These went into the save bank, on the off chance I could get one more level of Healer. Also, wow! I was one level away from whatever happened at level 50!

Finally, we arrived outside. The girls were refreshed, since they couldn’t be in multiple places at once.

“And… the HQ is right over there,” Trent said.

In the time since the new portal opened, the floating upside down right side up castle had made the journey to the new portal location with extreme slowness.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Every single active duty human is mobilized to take me down. They’ve all been sent to Saxwhacket to stop me and drag me back here. Leaving a skeleton crew at best.”

Trent waited for me to continue.

“You think we can break in there and find a guy named Claudius? I’d be willing to bet he’s in a secret room somewhere.”

“Even if they’ve left a handful of guards, there’s no way…” He seemed to recall the cute little monster on my back, who had me wrapped up in purple tentacles. Or rather, he seemed to remember what those tentacles could do. “All right, all right. We might be able to do this.”

“That’s good,” I told him, “because we need him to call off his dogs. They’re at Saxwhacket.”

***

The full might of the Agency arrived in the city in two separate units. They must have known there was no way to stay unnoticed. Instead they arrived in full force, dozens upon dozens of Wizards, Rangers, Rogues, Guardians, Bards, and one very special Sorcerer.

Fletcher knew this because he was informed in two different places at once. I had exited the storage room and had met up with Cinzy.

“Cinzy?” I asked.

Her belly was distended, like at least six months pregnant by this point. She cradled it with both hands, and still managed to look fabulous. Someone had specially tailored clothes just for her size and condition, and they looked magnificent.

“Fletcher,” she gasped, like she’d been running for an hour. “The Agency… they’re here.”

“I know,” I said.

At the same time, OG Fletcher was getting the news from Shakindria via psychic communication. She also sent some psychic images and feelings along: the Agency people massing in two different places at once outside of town, the magical blue shields of the Guardians speckling their troops in the distance, and the various colors of magic radiating from the hands of Wizards. Concern over our chances colored everything.

We should flee and get you to safety, Shakindria said.

I wasn’t running, and told her so. The concern shifted to worry. She couldn’t handle all these people at once. We didn’t have Regina or Larelle. Jacoby and her people had gone north on some quest she didn’t understand. Our only Wizard was Alan, and he was good, but he wasn’t good enough to fight some hundred Wizards of equal or greater skill.

“We need to get out of here… there’s no hiding. All those Rogues and Rangers… they’ll find us if we hide.”

“Look,” I told Cinzy and Shakindria at the same time, “I’m not going to run from this. These people are in the wrong. They should care about generating a cure for cancer, and it’s very weird that they don’t. They should be happy about getting access to the portal to go home, and it’s even weirder that they don’t.”

“How can you be like this?” Cinzy asked.

“Like what?”

“Brave. Self-assured. Resilient. Hot.”

I led her over to the nearest door, with one arm looped over my shoulder. “Come on, let’s take a load off. You’re not in a state to do anything like this.”

“What? What are you talking—”

She was going to ask about the house we were walking into, except when I opened the door, it was the storage closet.

She gave me some serious side eye. “Does it smell like sex in here?”

***

Shakindria was just telling me that she had caught the first Rogue trying to sneak into the city after me when the door to the lab burst open. OG Fletcher paused in his preparation of the various materials for the cancer cure, to behold a mousy Wizard with big glasses, very long stockings, and a very short skirt.

“Celine?” I asked.

She was huffing and puffing, but I soon got the panicked story out of her. First, they were too late, and the Agency was already here. Second, Wayne had stayed back to protect them as they were fleeing. Third, several of the other Wizards that sent us through the teleportation portal had been captured fleeing.

I held her shaking body in my arms and told her it was going to be okay. Everything would be fine, I said, though it was becoming pretty clear that not everything was going to be okay.

Shakindria was in the process of tightly wrapping the first Rogue in rope, tying him up, and telekinetically tossing him back at the front lines of the Ageny people. She soon had two Rangers done up the same way.

“Christopher Fletcher!” came the magically enhanced Bardic bullhorn. “You are wanted by the Agency.”

“Yeah yeah I’ll get right on that,” I muttered, hugging Celine tight.

“Give yourself up and no one will be harmed. If you choose to resist, however… what?”

Shakindria relayed the situation as it began to unfold: Oxnard Ha’penny Gildenthorn Widdershins von Castille de la Crucifix, the Lemonkey mayor of this town, had arrived before the arrayed Agency troops and was waving a treaty at them. A number of small, not intimidating and otherwise harmless-looking Nakamamon had his back. Little pink puffballs with big eyes, a thin purple creature that was some eight feet tall and had a lot of twiggy legs, and one that looked almost exactly like a snowman.

You have been proclaimed a hero of the city, Shakindria relayed to me.

Well, that was wonderful. I wish I could’ve heard the mayor actually say the words himself, the sourpuss.

Ivy and Isabelle were together with Alan and Tara, along with Airaconda and my mother, facing off against the smaller block of Agency troops attempting—and failing—to sneak in through the side. Shakindria was moving to be with them, since it seemed possible the mayor was going to stop them just barging in.

“We’ll need to head out,” I told Celine. “Could you help me pack up the ingredients and the tools?”

She oozed her way down my body until she was hugging me around the knees. “Ugh, anything. For you? Anything. Eh. Nee. Thing.” Then, after rubbing her face against my crotch just long enough to start giving me a hard on, she set about picking up all the tools and beakers and cauldrons and such, shrinking down the note pages on the big newspaper-sized clay tablets. I used the light telekinesis given to me to lift the Magmamander. Compared with how the thing looked, it was surprisingly light. It floated sleepily along with us, being a blob of laziness like always. You had to admire a creature that only ever moved to yawn and smack its fiery lips.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the front gates.

“What are we doing here?” Celine asked.

“Yes,” the Eelysian in charge demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“I would like to propose a treaty,” I said.

***

Cinzy lay back on the bed, already trying to get up. I gently pushed her back down, and smiled at the irritation on her face.

“Don’t get up,” I said. “You, my dear, are getting a foot massage and at least one delightful orgasm out of the deal. And don’t start with ‘but’… you’re way too pregnant to be going up against an entire army of Agency goons.”

“But—”

I laughed, then slipped off her shoes and socks, and began rubbing her feet.

“What are you… ohhhhh Fletcher my feet hurt from walking around all over the city like this.” She fell back onto the bed, arms spread wide and eyes drifting closed. “And my back. My lower back hurts too.”

“I’ll get there,” I told her gently, working over every bit of her feet. I put some force into it.

“B-but… there’s going to be a battle out there.”

I assured her that she wouldn’t have to take part in that battle, and battle her own body in addition to taking on the whole Agency all at once. She needed extra assurance, so I rubbed her lower back with her lying on her side.

“I can’t believe this…” she moaned. “You got me all… pregnant.”

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“What about the mission? What about…”

“What about… what?” She whined, a keening sound high in her throat. I knew what she was trying not to say. “Honestly, Cinzy. Do you honestly believe I won’t find you sexy anymore? You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful like this, and you’re going to be right back to normal because you’re in a magical world of wonder. I’m the Healer. You’re going to be just like you were after you have this child.”

She sniffed. “I don’t… I feel like I’m being shallow.”

“Nonsense. Everybody wants to be wanted. Everybody wants validation from the people they care about.” I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “If you want Fletcher to spread you wide open and lick your little pussy.

“Fletcher,” she whined, long and low. “What are you doing? This is serious.”

We’d left all the extra supplies in this storage room. One of those was a large amount of lotions and make up products that Cinzy kept with her at all times. And among those, she’d explained, was a glass bottle filled with water based massage gel and lubricant. I didn’t need this stuff in my psychic dreamscape with Buttercup, but in the real world, a massage really benefitted from massage oil. As I ran my hands all over Cinzy’s exquisite body, I explained all about what was happening this very moment.

“OG Fletcher is right this very moment signing a document with the Eelysians and the Celesteels. That treaty says I won’t return to this city for any reason other than a broken god, and I will use my fame and power to get the other Nakamamon to leave them. They’d prefer to live in isolation, and that’s what I’m promising.”

Her supple skin was silky and perfect under my hands, and I could feel my next child moving and kicking. It was, as before, a surreal experience. I worked over her feet, up her calves and then her thighs, once I tugged her pants and shirt off. Next her prominent belly, followed by a back massage first over one side of her back, and then the other.

“In exchange they help keep me hidden from the prying eyes of the Agency people. I’m signing… now, while my mom and Dori and Celine help me set up my lab equipment. From now on I get to work on my mother’s cancer cure.”

“That feels soooooooooo good,” she mumbled.

“At the same time, Fletcher Three is riding a platform of stone about four feet square, along with Trent, Garnet, Azalea, April and Vellenia. We’re heading toward the Agency HQ at extremely high speed.”

“Oh!” she groaned, though I couldn’t be sure if it was from pleasure or surprise.

“We’re shooting past the guard towers right now, and I’m using Shakindria’s telekinesis gift to knock arrows aside. They’re less than five pounds, so it’s pretty simple work. Imagine I’m just slapping them out of the air with my hands.”

Cinzy’s back arched, making her belly look even bigger.

“Azalea’s shooting some of the Guardians with poison spines… she has a paralytic poison called Limblocker. One dose makes the limb useless, and more than three doses can be fatal. Also, once the area gets thick with them, like it’s doing right now…”

I worked over the base of her skull with my oily, slick hands, down to her shoulder muscles, and back up again.

“I have a new blizzard power from Chrysta.”

“Eh?”

“I bonded with Chrysta,” I told her, grinning. “You should have seen how excited she got when I told her the good news.”

“Lucky ducky,” she muttered.

“Somebody jealous?” I asked.

“Somebody’s super jealous.”

“I mean if you want, we can reverse the cure for mana disacclimation and let you turn into a Nakamamon. I’m pretty sure you would turn into a kind of metamorphic Nakamamon, a shapeshifter, and you could take on the form of anyone you want… or just make up any kind of new form.”

She turned over onto her back again and stared at me, wild-eyed.

I smiled indulgently, then bent down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m kidding.”

“You monster,” she breathed. Her eyes were half-lidded and her breathing was coming shallow.

“Each time I level up in Pleasure Seeker,” I told her, “I gain extra skill points that I can spend as soon as I get another Healer level. Meaning, if I’m continuously seeking pleasure…” I paused and slid my slippery hand between her legs, and found the junction of her thighs scorching hot. “I’m increasing my chances of creating a cure for cancer.”

This is Christopher heading right towards the precipice of level fifty.