Divinity Rescue Corps
172- Used As Intended

I thought a feast would be the thing I’d need in order to get everybody feeling happy, but it wasn’t necessary at all. My estate filled with an assortment of Nakamamon that truly blew my mind.

The Prowline was only one of the different species on display. I had a feathered humanoid that looked like a gigantic owl, some five feet tall and sparking lightning. Identify told me this was the next stage transformation of Cyclowl, which was called Owlectric. This one used thunderbolts to zap and stun prey, a more precise and elegant solution compared to cyclones.

Another was an Ashram, a humanoid that looked like a goat woman with horns and that elongated head shape, with barely any nose at all, but she was constantly burning with ash and inner fire. The wooly parts of her were ashen and black. She stood tall and proud, breasts thrust out and standing tall.

Others were small: a porcupine called a Smokeupine. She only stood some two feet tall, and her entire back was covered completely in thick barbed spines. She was also wreathed in thick flowing smoke. Everyone gave her a wide berth, except the Ashram, who talked with her like she didn’t look like a volcanic vent spewing ash and smoke into the atmosphere.

And more besides: another Shrubber-Nee! with its face and ears a different shape to the one I’d already met, a being that looked like a fairy but wasn’t a Marshin, a being of mostly human features but with purple skin and crystals for hair… all kinds of beings.

One of them was a pile of blue goo with two great big eyes and a dopey smile, sliding around and making everyone feel at home.

“It will all be well. I spoke with Opal and she said the experience was nothing like she had feared. It was a lovely time indeed! He transformed into a… he’s right behind me isn’t he?”

The two enormous eyes, now looking quite sheepish, slid around its head to face me, and a large mouth opened in surprise and embarrassment.

“I’m pleased all of you came,” I said, wondering how I was going to have sex with twelve different people in one day. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, and as I’m sure Yowl has already mentioned, it’s my pleasure to share these abilities. It’s also my pleasure to serve you, and give you pleasure in turn.”

The Ashram was fanning herself with one hand, blowing ash and smoke behind her.

“Which is why I’ve found some musicians to play for us, some cooks to make us a bit of a feast, and we’ll be enjoying the next few hours without any pressure. No expectations whatsoever.” Gesturing to the musicians, I gave them an easy smile and tiny nod, and they immediately struck up a jovial tune.

I spent a good two hours mixing among them while picking food off a buffet table. I wasn’t sure what most of it was, but some of it had the green or red purple of vegetables, the warm brown of deep frying, the brighter red and purple of berries, or the deeper brown of baked breads.

The blue goo person always sloshed around nearby, and at one point offered to feed me. She stretched up into a column of blue, created an appendage, and quickly fed me what tasted like a grape. She made sure to allow herself to brush against my lower lip, just a touch.

“Why thank you, Azure,” I told her, and a ripple went through her whole body, from head to base.

This triggered a feeding frenzy, with several more of the girls plucking up something off the buffet table to put in my mouth. Most weren’t brave enough, or bold enough, to touch me just yet, but one trailed her finger over my lip as her hand fell away, and the next practically put her finger in my mouth entirely. When I licked it, she gave a coo of excitement.

“Can you truly mate with all of us?” the Smokeupine asked, looking dubious. I smiled despite the stinging smoke in my eyes. Her name was Kemuri. Someone had met her before and given her the name, meaning smoke in Japanese. Seduction told me that her short spines and slender arms and legs meant she was in the blush of youth, but the emerging bust was a sure sign of sexual maturity.

“I can perform the act,” I said, “but I think it will be highly unlikely for you to conceive.”

I think it was this sentence more than anything else that convinced the ladies

“I want to go first,” Kemuri blurted.

“I want to go first!” several others shouted, including the Owlectric.

“All of you, restrain yourselves!” Yowl cried. The Prowline sauntered over, hips swaying and look much more confident than she ever had in the meetings of the council elders. She had tawny, wheat colored fur and a long, swishing tail, but in the middle of her forehead was a blue gem in the shape of an oval. Her only human feature was standing upright… along with a perfect pair of breasts.

“Will they be watching then?” I asked with an impish grin, “to ensure I’m following through on my promises?”

She blanched.

“I will!” Kemuri cried.

“Me too!” the Owlectric and several others blurted.

Kemuri pushed forward, causing the rest to back away from her smoking, stinging spines. She took my hands, looking up to me.

“Do you promise I will become a Healer?” she asked. I opened my mouth to reply, but she rushed on. “That doesn’t matter. Do you promise it will feel good?”

“I can safely answer that one with much more confidence,” I told her, and put my hand on her chin to bring us close. “I promise I will do my utmost to make this an unforgettable experience.”

She breathed out shakily, nodding, and surged forward to kiss me. Instead her nose smashed into mine, and she recoiled with a pained cry, laughing and cursing.

“You come to me,” she said.

I did, landing a light kiss on her, and simultaneously engaging Mending Aura. The nosebleed she’d given herself by head butting me healed itself up, and soothing energy radiated out from me in a circle of soft light.

The moment our lips met, Adaptability went to work. I stopped feeling the sting of smoke on my body, and felt myself shift around internally. I wasn’t producing smoke, but I could filter it without issue. My internal temperature rose to meet Kemuri’s. The acrid taste of ash and heat in my mouth became not just tolerable, but palatable. The taste was just what I wanted.

Her body softened, with the sting of the spines blunted. When I ran my hands over her and heard the first of her moans, the spines I encountered felt like thick foam, like from a pool noodle. The rest of her was soft, springy, and very warm.

“I need this,” she breathed in my ear, as I kissed down her neck and over her chest. Silence had fallen over the hall. My abilities went to work, enhancing her pleasure, boosting Relationship rewards, and boosting my stats to meet hers.

I slid to my knees, kissing and licking with abandon while caressing every part of her. She was very loud in her appreciation, moaning and groaning out ‘yes’ after ‘yes!’ By the time I reached the juncture of her thighs, her organs had come out of hiding and were fully aroused.

“That is not the way,” a voice said from beside me. “Mating is done not with the tongue, but with your mating organ, human.”

“Shhh,” another voice said. This was Yowl. “He knows how to mate. This will increase the pleasure. Now, do not interrupt.”

“You can do that?” a third voice asked, utterly astonished and trembling.

Kemuri hadn’t ever taken care of her own sexual needs, or had anyone take care of them for her, because she was primed to burst in seconds. She grabbed onto my shoulders for support and let out a full-throated cry.

“Is he hurt—“

“Gods, yes!” Kemuri yelled. “Don’t… stop… I’m…”

She didn’t have to tell me. I worked my enhanced tongue up into her depths and found a number of different openings, with each of them sensitive. Adaptability still wasn’t done with me, and forked my tongue at the end so I could get at two of those openings at the same time. She shrieked and came, doubling over. I put Coming Together to work as well, broadcasting all my sensations out the rest of the room for the other girls to get access to if they liked. I could tell from the loud groans of pleasure, and the ability itself, that they were heading in.

From there, it was time to employ the mating stick. Getting naked in front of all these women would have been more intimidating, except now several of them had hands between their legs and on their breasts, massaging their nipples and pussies into being. Some of them were leaning on chairs, while others had sunk to their knees.

Kemuri had to mount me. Now that I was nude, she towered over me without a hint of hesitation. Instead she sank down, grabbed onto my cock, and slotted it into herself.

She got three inches inside her before it seemed to stop her breathing. “Big,” she said, like I’d just knocked the wind out of her. “Big. So big.”

Adaptability helped out yet again. My girth retracted just slightly and when she forced herself to try and take more, it was much easier.

Some few minutes later, she had her hands on my chest and was pumping up and down, eyes closed and groaning continuously. Caressing her face with my thumb brought her eyes fluttering open, getting a beaming smile out of her.

“You’re… amazing,” she stammered.

“Thank you,” I told her, and paid the Token to bring her into the fold.

The moment she had her orgasm, I employed Man Enough and spent 5 Durability Tokens to produce another Fletcher. The cry of surprise, amazement and delight that followed this, along with one of them fainting into a flat puddle of blue goo.

I would spend the rest of the day with the ladies of Flunt-on-the-Rustle, approaching them with kindness and a reassuring smile, kissing and licking, and once Adaptability had given me the anatomy to resist their damage, I’d begin to give them the maximum pleasure possible. Just like with Kemuri, most of them were completely inexperienced and reacted with overwhelming pleasure.

For a while I watched as Kemuri rode me and gave herself a string of powerful climaxes. When I finally ended up at the precipice, she jumped off me and watched in delight as I came buckets. On her, around her, and on myself; it was a mess. The others watched with the same cheerful wonderment, staring with half-lidded eyes and hands on themselves. They swarmed to get at me, and her other me.

Using Arcane Alchemy had allowed me to shuffle my Tokens around, and before the ladies had time to surround and overwhelm a thoroughly outnumbered Fletcher, The Sequel, I turned Fletcher into a trilogy.

I held up my hands, while Kemuri sank to her knees and then slumped to her side. Already several others were sampling my seed, getting their fingers on it, and their tongues as well. The consensus was that it was delicious.

In short order Yowl had positioned herself on hands and knees and was demanding with twitching tail to have me inside her. At the same time, the purple skinned crystal woman climbed on top of Original Fletcher.

“Amy,” I said. They’d all introduced themselves, and I was now making it my responsibility to remember their names. Her name was Amethyst but she insisted on Amy. She had my member in two hands, and I was on my second Durability check.

With wild, softly glowing eyes, she demanded to have the same treatment Kemuri had just received.

I would be transforming into a blue-green, antiseptic color with aquamarine crystals in various places on my body, while Amy sucked me into her cavernous crystal mouth.

At the same time, Fletcher the Third was cradling the face of the Shrubber-Nee! in two hands. The wooden mask had opened its mouth wide and had forced my erection all the way down her throat, if there was such a thing. Ropy tendrils and vines held my lower body immobile while she worked me over. Adaptability had turned my cock into an actually woody, and her sap coated me down to the root.

While I lay there with Amy the purple crystal girl engulfing me, a frantic Owlectric climbed onto my face and started riding.

 With me servicing four of them at the same time, and projecting my triple sensations outward to others using Coming Together, the wild romp turned even naughtier. My power grew each time I successfully used Stave off, and my power grew each time I used Refractory Period. Women I wasn’t even physically touching had their orgasms on the floor of the hall, arching backs and staring sightlessly anywhere but at the action.

They didn’t need to. Instead they could look through my eyes and see my shaft disappearing and reappearing out of Yowl’s feline slit. They could see up the length of the Owlectric’s body, at my hands kneading breasts and tweaking nipples. They could watch the Shrubber-Nee! entwine my whole body and brace against the huge buffet table behind her to ensure we didn’t topple over.

The amber sheen of sap coated my length, and I made check after check to keep from exploding too fast.

After nearly an hour, Man Enough helped propel my Adaptability to the height necessary. I transformed fully into a being of vines and twigs and leaves. I had hundreds of tentacles, and I used each and every one of them to entangle the Shrubber-Nee, wriggling against her in a thousand places at once. The wooden mask contorted with surprise and lust. Arousal dripped sap out of every pore of her body, and mine too, and soon we were nothing more than a writhing knot of limbs and two sighing, panting masks.

Yowl didn’t last that long, but instead dropped onto her face after only ten minutes of overpowering, nonstop climaxes. I moved on to other partners, taking on their aspects in order to have sex with them. The Owlectric and I took flight and flapped frantically about while I drove her to heights of bliss she’d never experienced.

Each time I achieved an orgasm with my partner, new Tokens arrived via Coming Together. I spent them to bring them into the fold, then moved to the next.

The blue goo girl, Azure, sat there staring at me as the Shrubber-Nee! girl passed out in a pool of her own secretions. Her body continually vibrated like I’d been throwing a stone into her body for the last hour or more. As I turned back into myself, her eyes lost their confused sheen and locked onto me. Or rather, her big eyes locked onto my erection.

“Oh dear,” she muttered, and slid away from me.

“You can go,” I told her. “You can say no.”

She didn’t. Instead she glided forward and engulfed my lower half until I’d transformed into a pile of lighter blue goo as well.

And then I forked her brains out, just like I’d done with all her fellow townsfolk. She and I became as one, and inside her I pressed every button there was to press, because my Seduction skill had been boosted to ludicrous levels and I knew that I needed to tap dance on her insides in a dozen different places.

For hours I thrust, licked, caressed, and pleasured these creatures. For hours I transformed, double teamed, spit roasted, face forked, pounded, and ate out these delightful, innocent, inexperienced, inhuman beauties. I tangled and melded and flapped my wings while filling them with my seed. I came on faces and asses and inside them if they requested. They rubbed it into their skin and tasted it and licked and lapped up more, they fingered themselves feeling what it felt to be inside their neighbors, and they begged me for more.

Then they begged me for no more.

This is Christopher really doing what The Lovers intended.