I was crouched on a small platform of rock that Trent was rushing along the ground at seriously insane speeds. You know, when you’re in a car and you’re doing sixty or seventy miles per hour, you’re fully protected by the elements, and a seat. When you’re crouching on a platform, you can just as easily make one small move and go tumbling off and break your neck.

Trent had the platform at a good twenty degree angle, but the landscape rushing by was still terrifying to behold. I had a rictus grin pasted on my face, pure fear, but when Trent looked over he saw me having the time of my life. It didn’t help that Azalea was screeching joyfully at the top of her lungs, tentacles flapping behind us. She was still riding me like a backpack, but several of her tentacles were off to the sides and spraying poisoned spines this way and that. Several of the Agency personnel left to guard the place were slumped at their posts already, with more of them hiding behind their crenellated walls.

Suckers.

I was swatting aside arrows here and there using Telekinesis. They were nowhere near the five pound limit, so they went hurtling off any time I saw them coming towards us. Trent only had to adjust trajectory once, and it was enough to make me wail in horror.

Soon though we were directly beneath the castle, while Wizards were making enormous noises or flinging fireballs towards us, and Rangers were still trying to sustain an arrow barrage even though they couldn’t keep pace.

“You got nothing, fools!” I called, as the platform slowed, stopped, then began rising into the air toward the HQ. “How you doing on mana, buddy?”

We were trying not to give Trent mana potions. They boosted your mana, but made it impossible to take another one for a good twenty-four hours without giving you mana poisoning. Trent had gotten the cure for mana disacclimation by using the steam room, so he wasn’t in danger of spending too much mana and rapidly speeding his transformation into a Nakamamon. Still, mana poisoning was no good at all.

“Jump,” he said, his voice strained.

I felt it too. The gravity was reversed here, so when I jumped up, I immediately ‘fell’ upwards and onto the castle. Azalea’s tentacles and my own Agility helped to handle what would’ve been a nice face plant. Vellenia landed gracefully next to me, along with April, then Trent and Garnet.

“Okay, let’s do this!” I told them.

***

The Agency people were putting up a proper fight over on the one side of the city. Shakindria, Ivy, Isabelle, Alan, Tara and Airaconda didn’t have a chance in hell to handle dozens of opponents. Shakindria had succeeded in throwing several Rangers and Rogues into one another when a net made of sticky material wrapped her up and a piece of fabric fluttered across the space between the two teams. Before it wrapped itself around her eyes and ended her ability to use Telekinesis, she had one final moment to launch one Guardian backwards into the Wizards like a bowling ball, flattening four of them.

Ivy and Isabelle didn’t last much longer. They stood flanking Tara and Alan, making the most of their Guardian abilities while Alan conjured big batches of rocks to drop on the heads of their opponents. Tara used Airaconda to zip around with Ivy as a shield, launching arrows from this and that position. She successfully performed the function of about four Rangers for maybe a minute, before a wall of earth rose up in front of Airaconda, throwing the two of them off. From there, it was a carpet of vines that sprang up and entangle the both of them. The opposing Wizards didn’t even have to use a wall of earth to stop Alan and Isabelle from moving, but instead the vines rose up, and despite Izzy cutting a bunch of them away, she was soon flat on her back being smothered by vines. A hail of arrows thudded into Alan next. With his ankle still seized by the vines, he couldn’t dodge. Even though they were blunt ended, they still put him flat on his back.

And just like that, the defensive wing of the Divinity Rescue Corps was down.

***

Now, the Agency people were under strict orders not to attack the natives. All the Nakamamon of the dozens of different sapient varieties existing in Saxwhacket were to come to no harm. This was not an easy task. An ornery little yellow monkey had appeared out of a crowd of the little buggers and started waving around a piece of paper and shrieking indignantly about people named Jocinda and Claudius.

The leader of this expedition was named Richter. He did not know Jocinda or Claudius. He did know that he had orders. One of those orders was to get into the city of Saxwhacket without harming or attacking the citizens. While he had been stopped by a yellow monkey with a truly ridiculous name, his secondary force was handling Fletcher’s minions. He was supposed to have two sentient Nakamamon on his team, and they were worried that the city’s inhabitants would lose their minds if they saw Agency humans attacking Nakamamon.

Blessedly, they were gone. He was already getting reports that Fletcher’s people were neutralized. And that was good, because Mr. Lemony Widdershins de la Fuckhead was really testing his patience.

“Listen,” he said. “I don’t have any intention of harming—”

“No Nakamamon will be harmed by HUMAN!” the mayor shrieked again.

“That’s what I’m saying. There won’t be any—”

“You have brought an ARMY!”

He turned to his lead Bard. “Take over for a minute.”

“Do not WALK away from Me, leader man!” the mayor screeched.

Whirling on the four foot mayor, the leader pointed a finger directly in his face. “How is it you were elected mayor, huh? You never let anyone get a word in edgewise? Is that it? Did you irritate your opponents into giving up?” The Bard already had him by the arm and was talking about how this was what the mayor wanted. He just wanted to make Richter lose his shit and attack the Nakamamon. That way they would violate the treaty.

“We haven’t violated any treaty,” Richter snarled. “I’m under orders not to.”

The Lemonkey leered at him, a wicked, taunting smile. Richter felt his blood pressure spike.

“You do know that the moment this treaty gets violated, you’ll be a fucking smear on the pavement, right? You get booted into orbit and you choke to death on nothing. You’re the first casualty of provoking me and my people into attacking, you yellow bastard.”

The mayor’s grin only seemed to broaden somehow.

The Bard was trying to calm this situation, but for some reason the buffs and emotional abilities weren’t working on him. His hands were clenching and unclenching.

“Let’s try this again,” the Bard soothed. “We’re politely asking for entry into your fair city.”

“Politely? POLITELY!” Monkey mayor stabbed a finger in Richter’s direction. “HE doesn’t know the meaning of the word. What about protocol? He makes THREATS on my life! He should be down on his belly BEGGING for forgiveness.”

Richter’s eye twitched. A distant hope, before this escalated out of his control, was that the other team got Fletcher and reported in before he was mopping the floor with dozens of cute and cuddly little fucks.

***

I’d love to say that I could rush the situation with the cancer are, but it simply wasn’t possible. I had all the ingredients I thought I needed: Periwinkle, or vinca minor, ginger, turmeric, garlic, Celestine Myrallis, gravetwine, and emberblossom thornroot. ALl of these had been cultivated times a bazillion, all of them had been prepped in the various different ways I knew to prep ingredients. I had the different oils and solvents necessary.

Now, after I’d made a cure with five ingredients, I needed to do one with seven ingredients. Seven checks, of increasing difficulty. The only thing I had were all the Ingenuity Tokens from all my friends. It was barely enough last time. It needed to be enough this time.

To say nothing of the fact that I needed to remain undiscovered, and afterwards, hopefully undisturbed. The upshot to having two clones out there presently was that scrying my position wasn’t easy. The Agency people had every other advantage: numbers, skill, time, tactical superiority, power.

Deep breath, and let it out. There was no opposition force. No weird feud between Claudius and Jocinda with a hyper powerful Nakamamon, and me in the middle. There was only my mother, and the cure for her incurable disease.

“Fork cancer,” I muttered.

I had also grown since the mana disacclimation cure. A quick recheck of my Healer stuff was in order.

Christopher Fletcher

Healer - Apprentice Arcane Mender 42

Pleasure Seeker - Initiate Indulgent Consort 49

Attributes:

Affinity 9

Durability 8 The source of thɪs content is noⅴelfire.net

Ingenuity 10

Likability 10

Agility 5

Muscularity 6

Free Tokens 8

Healer (Arcane Mender) Skills:

Diagnostics 16

Treatments 16

Develop Cure (swarm 6, small 6, medium 14, large 6, huge 6)

Develop Cure (All Aspects 13, unique 9, human 25)

Administer Cure 24

Instinctual Casting 20

Mana Affinity 24

Mana Shaping 14

Spellcasting (Abjuration 1, Conjuration 1, Evocation 1, Transmutation 7)

Meditation 6

Divine Resistance 16

Physical Resistance 6

Psychic Resistance 3

Lightning Resistance 1

Arcane Resistance 1

Develop Cure (Medium/Human) Check: You are attempting to craft a previously unknown cure. Although Cancer is not an illness unique to humans, this cure will be crafted for a human of medium size. Your knowledge of cures for these aspects will prove valuable. Develop Cure (Medium), Develop Cure (Human) and Mana Affinity will be used in the skill checks to follow.

You have a total of 72* skill levels. This check defaults to Ingenuity, adding 13* attribute levels. This check will require seven skill checks at increasing difficulties, one for each ingredient, and then for the preparation of the combined ingredients. This first check is Very Difficult The difficulty is 18. Would you like to spend Tokens to succeed at this check automatically?

Total Tokens: 10 Ingenuity and 8 Free Tokens.

Note: You are currently undertaking 3 tasks at a time, and Myriad Mind places a -1 penalty to your checks.

Note: You are currently engaged in intimate acts, and Post-Sharing Clarity has enhanced your skills and attributes by 3.

After picking my jaw up off the workstation, I told the UI that I did not wish to spend Tokens at this time. I had enough bewildered and astonished confidence in my 85 combined levels. Furthermore, I clinked the pouch of Ingenuity Tokens gifted to me by my team, shaking my head. I knew they were down and taken captive by now. I couldn’t let their sacrifice be in vain.

You have succeeded a Develop Cure check! The UI told me. One of five Develop Cure checks succeeded.

Note: due to your overwhelming success at this check, the preparation time is decreased by 300%.

There went the vinca minor, passed with a mind-blowing—and somehow also disappointing—39 successes. The cure instructed me to use the distilled flower, and add it to the oil presently heating up. The mana would need to be placed into the mixture as blobs, and not stirred at all. Then I’d… use the vinca minor to attack and absorb the mana.

Luckily this happened automatically over the course of some fifteen or twenty minutes. Ginger was next. I’d processed the plant in a number of different ways: steeping the leaves and flowers, drying them, distilling the essence of the flowers and leaves and stems separately, and then all that and more with the roots. I was betting on the root, though the flower was strange and unique and edible.

The check came, this time at a difficulty of 24. I passed it with 37 successes, and I smiled at the information coming my way, telling me that the ginger root and flower were both needed here. The root, the one I’d minced, would need mana infusing it to enhance its natural properties before it joined the cauldron, but the flower needed to be floating on top, to slowly soak up what was to come. So I did, slowly threading mana into each tiny grain of minced ginger, while minute piled on top of minute. They began stacking up, and I wondered how everything was going.

“Christopher?” My mother asked.

“You’ve still got Dori, right?” I asked, in the middle of adding more and more mana to each and every grain of ginger.

“I know the drill, Christopher,” she said, annoyed. “I am however a little perturbed that there is nothing for me to do.”

“You are performing a vital function presently,” I told her. This was taking a long time. I knew that it would take as long as it needed, and not a second less, but everything was coming to a pretty insane head. “You know what to do, right? If everything goes south?”

She rolled her eyes. “We don’t have to go over again, Christopher.” Then she turned to the baby and rocked her to stop some minor fussing.

Clone Fletcher currently inside the city of Saxwhacket was having his fun, slowly pumping his way in and out of Cinzy’s exquisite body while she heaved and cried out. From the treatment she’d been receiving on her nipples, she’d also started expressing milk, so she was even more embarrassed about that. On the one hand, she was delighted to be manhandled by the one guy she enjoyed allowing to manhandle her. On the other hand, he was doing weird things to her body.

Lapping at the milk coming out of her enlarged breasts, even while filling her full of cock over and over again was not how she envisioned participating in this fight. Yet, every time he bent down to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, she couldn’t help but shudder at the promises he made.

“You will not,” she gasped, coming down off a hard climax.

“You don’t think I will?” I asked. “I already took Regina in front of three others and they all joined in to experience everything I was experiencing.”

She moaned from the wrongness of it, again.

“And I did Jacoby in front of her own people, and one of them connected through my ability, so he walked away knowing exactly how Jacoby’s little Asian pussy felt wrapped around me.”

“You’re so dirty!” She protested.

I wiggled my thumb, which was currently all the way up inside her back door.

It was then the second team out of HQ started swarming my laboratory.

“Great,” I muttered in my lab.

“My dear,” I told Cinzy. “I’m afraid I have a rather unfortunate task we have to do together.”

“Wh-what?” The gorgeous, naked blonde beneath me was starting to ramp up towards another crushing orgasm. Instead, OG Fletcher headed over to the mop closet door I’d indicated for my mother, and opened it. Fletcher II helped Cinzy get dressed and out of the closet, to the lab.

“You can stick with him?” I asked Cinzy.

My mother pursed her lips, clearly not too pleased with the sight of a super pregnant Cinzy being used as a crutch to help in the continued existence of a Fletcher clone. There was nothing to be done for it.

I lifted Cinzy into my arms, headed out of the compound, and engaged Spirit of Purity.

“We won’t be able to fly very fast,” I told Cinzy.

“Fly? Fletcher what the f—“ Her words were stolen away as I lifted us off the ground and out of the Eelysians’ walled compound yard.

Half a dozen shouts went up, and a couple of lame arrows flew over, only to have someone shout the Rangers down.

This is Christopher engaging in Operation Goose Chase.