Divinity Rescue Corps-223- The Big, Sick World

Divinity Rescue Corps-223- The Big, Sick World

My mother responded well to the cure, although I had to paint her whole body with it. It ended up being Fletcher with a blindfold on and a paintbrush just slathering cure all over the place. The blindfold came off after I’d gotten her sensitive bits covered in the medicinal smelling paste I’d created that had a faint hum coming off it. That way I could make sure I got it inside her ears, up in her nostrils, and massaged into her scalp as apparently intended.
“I would have gladly shaved my head,” she said.
“That’s chemo. This is magic.”
“I would have gladly shaved my head for magic,” she repeated.
“Well… whatever.”
She was totally okay with directing me to get the cure all over the brush and then get the insides of her thighs, and up under her boobs. In her mind, these things needed to happen. In my mind, the last thing I needed to do was see my mother in the same way I saw basically every female in this entire world.
“You okay?” She asked.
“I know this will work,” I told her. “It has to.”
“Have faith,” she said.
“I have faith that it will work,” I repeated, but the conviction wasn’t there.
“I think we need to have a bit of a discussion,” she said.
“Could we wait until you have clothes on?”
“No, actually,” she said. “I have you here now, and there’s no place else you can go.”
“Are you worried I’m going to run away from this discussion?”
“Christopher Jiminyjangles Fletcher,” she started, then laughed when I went ‘awww jeez, you started this.’ “Listen… you have a lot of responsibility as a father now.”
The cure had taken me the rest of the day to stir, infuse with mana, heat, back off the heat, continue to stir, and finally to remove from the heat at the proper time. After that, it had taken twelve hours to cool, since the cauldron was wrought iron.
I’d lost track of my mother’s whereabouts, and I was near to panic that she’d taken one look at Jocinda and had Dori open a door that sent them to another dimension entirely. Thankfully they’d just been in another room, with Dori sleeping peacefully through the whole weird debacle.
“You
are
going to take responsibility for these children you’ve made.” Her tone brooked no refusal.
“Mom, I’m—“
“You have made a whole lot of choices, and those choices require you to follow through.”
“I know Mom, I’m not twelve. I’m definitely going to take care of them.” All of them. Good lord, all the children.
“If you were twelve, I’d be simply astonished at you right now. But you’re twenty-two years old, and you have how many children? And how many more on the way?”
That was a good question. Jacoby and her people had arrived back just this morning. The exotic Asian Ranger was due in a few days, and Regina was just delivering now.
Ivy and Isabelle wanted to get pregnant, and they had agreed to let me father their child. That had already happened… last night. Several times. With both of them. That was only after Isabelle had cum inside her girlfriend.
The two of them looked like they were having a religious experience right now, staring down at their tummies and looking at the puddles that had gushed out of them once I’d finally climaxed.
Celine had gotten pregnant just as soon as she’d gotten a moment alone with me, although that one was a hundred percent my fault. She’d said she wanted to drown in my seed, and that wasn’t something I was willing to do for the little freak. Instead I’d dumped two huge loads into her and watched as she had a similar response. Ivy and Isabelle were looking at the space between their legs like Celine had just a few hours ago.
And amazingly enough, Vellenia, Poppy and Azalea had all turned up pregnant. Poppy was showing now, and had to be with Fletcher II at all times when the unborn grew painful for her. With her hand in mine, she was now five feet tall and bursting with half human child. I was pretty sure she’d have been in serious trouble without Adaptability to help her be the right size for a few days. Then again, Adaptability and Fertility had caused the situation to begin with.
“My body is so heavy and strange. I wish I’d just had an egg,” Poppy said, now strolling around the city with an enormously swollen belly. She stopped and hefted her much-larger boobs in her hands, while I stood embracing her from behind. She turned up toward me. “Do you think she’ll be human?”
I couldn’t imagine what the answer to her question would be.
“Do you want to fork me right now, you sex freak?” She asked, grinning evilly.
“I’m looking at a sexy little pervert who can stuff my whole length down her throat and likes it.”
“Who also likes riding your face,” she added. “Don’t forget that.”
“Of course I want to fork you right now,” I said. “What kind of person wouldn’t?”
Her voice dropped an octave. “I want to fork you too, Fletcher. I want that big strong mating stick in my little fairy pussy.”
Her dirty talk was already giving me an erection. “You’re so dirty.”
“You love it. And you also love holding my hand while you frack all your other girlfriends.” She had a wicked glint in her eye. “You know my favorite one I like to watch you fork?”
I looked around the city street and despaired. There was nowhere we could just get it on nearby.
“Who’s that?” I asked absently. Maybe I could just walk up to one of the shops and open the door for the dimensional room.
“Hmm,” she said, with a finger tapping at her cheek. “I mean Vellenia is nice because all those tongues really make you go crazy when she sucks you into her big wet mouth.”
I groaned and picked her up, princess style.
“And I like floating around with you and Shakindria while you fork her hard.”
We headed for the shop with me straining at my pants, while the cute little fairy continued with her filthy talk.
“And then there’s Chrysta. You two are so cute and romantic. She hugs you so tight and won’t let you go… mmmm so cute.”
“Do you like it when I fork your bond mate?” I asked.
The two of them were having another one of their ridiculous spats. Cinzy did not want others to watch her take me up her butt, or to see the perfect blonde bombshell on her knees with me stuffed all the way to the back of her throat. Poppy did not like the jealousy she always felt when it came to Cinzy, and refused to talk about how I forked Cinzy at all. Oh, she was totally okay discussing my seed leaking out of Ivy, and the way I imbued Isabelle with a cock so the two of them could live out their pegging fantasies but with real feeling equipment. She happily ribbed me about never making a move on Larelle, when it was clear the big psychic aspect was happy to get naked and be physical with me. I’d just never… it hadn’t felt right. She thought it was wonderful to have Tara back her ass up into me and demand that I fill her up
again
. She wanted a big family, an even dozen if she could have it. But when it came to discussing me with a fistful of Cinzy’s hair, spanking her lightly and calling her my freak in the sheets, Poppy did not want to hear it.
The two of them were divas and I had no idea how they’d bonded in the first place.
Poppy grinned up at me and kissed me when she saw me reach for the door and go to wrench it open so we could fool around. Instead, the locked door resisted my efforts.
“What do we do?” She asked, face pouty.
There was only one thing I could do at this point: engage
Spirit of Purity
, fly us to where I knew there was a door… ugh, Poppy had her hands behind her back, massaging me through my pants, and she was making it really hard to… ah frack it. I pulled up her skirt as we lifted off, and she giggled at the idea of me slipping up into her while airborne.
I tried to resist, I really did. In the end I couldn’t stop myself from pulling on her hips again and again as we rose into the sky.
“Ugh, Fletcher,” she moaned. “Don’t stop doing this with me.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
“Ever.”
“I promise.”
“Poppy needs Fletcher’s big, fat, ohhhh! All the time. I’ll have all the babies. It doesn’t matter. Every day. Twice every day.”
I grinned and kept right on doing her.
Forty minutes and several orgasms later, I tried to get us presentable as we landed at the mansion.
“What’s next?” Poppy asked.
“I’m almost done curing my mother,” I told her. “From there, we need to head to the portal and start working up the cure for others.” I had a lot of deliveries to supervise. Dori already had a half brother, and she was about to have another one. More than one, since we were rolling through pregnancies in just over a week in this world.
“Will you go back to your world?”
“I… doubt it.” There was a whole world of strangeness and wonder to explore, and some things to heal. Buttercup had informed me that the world itself was broken for some reason. There was a reason none of the humans in this world could actually say the name of the planet itself. Something had set the whole world a little off. It might have been Jocinda and Claudius, but it might not have been. After all, I had no idea how the two of them had gotten to this world in the first place. Something had opened the portal from here to there.
If I could cure enough things, I could advance in level to the point where maybe my abilities would allow me to get the whole world taken care of. What would that entail? Setting the cure alight like fireworks and having it explode and fall to earth in a shower of medicinal sparkles? Or heading down into the world’s core to administer the cure directly to whatever magical magma thing existed down there?
Whatever the answer was, I wasn’t going to get it by going back to earth. The only things I needed right now were my dad, my sister, and her kid, if they chose to stick around. If Sarah didn’t want to bring Brayden here, then I’d visit every so often. After all, I could be in multiple places at the same time. One Fletcher attending to the sick people of earth, and the other Fletchers off roaming around, creating new plants and having sex with his incredible women.
There were far worse ways to live a life.
“I like that plan,” Poppy said.
“Me too!” Tara said, entering the mansion with her bond mate floating just behind, curled into a bed for our child.
“I’m also a fan of that plan,” Cinzy said, walking in behind them with her own newborn. Jimmy was sleeping peacefully and looking just the cutest.
“Hey Fletcher!” both called, waving.
“Hey you two,” I said, grinning. Tara was already going to have a second. I knew she wanted a third. It was enough to give a guy some anxiety. On the other hand, I could simply plant wheat and fruit trees every day, and have free food for my whole burgeoning cadre. Magic was good. Life here was good.
“Oh!” Poppy cried.
“You okay?” Tara asked.
“Oh… oh… it’s the… something hurts my belly. Owwww!”
“That’s the baby,” Cinzy said with a knowing smile.
“You can’t smile now!” Poppy growled through gritted teeth. “It hurts! What are you, some kind of monster?”
“You’ll get through it,” Cinzy said.
I scooped Poppy up in my arms again, and smiled at the other two. “I’ll see you two sooner or later. I love you.”
Both of them responded with warm ‘I love yous’ and waved again. Poppy’s unseeing eyes were watering, and she turned her gaze my way.
“How could you do this to me?”
“If I recall correctly, you begged me for it.”
This is Christopher having impeccable bedside manner.
***
An Ingenuity above a certain level gives you full recall. I knew that twenty-nine days had passed since I first cured my mother, for instance. Four weeks.
Today was OG Fletcher’s turn to wake up in the large stone building that served as his house. I awoke with Vellenia’s leg draped over my chest, and the three half-humans sleeping placidly on her chest. They glowed with tiny sparkles with each breath, and the gills on their necks quivered in their sleep. I stroked one of their heads and watched the white and mint green baby shiver. Below them, Regina slept with a brown-haired boy crawling over her to get at me, while on my other side, Cinzy unconsciously cradled Jiminyjangles in the crook of her arm. I scooped up Regina’s son Christopher Junior and locked eyes with Chrysta, who floated in the room’s corner.
“I don’t need a security detail,” I told her, raising Junior high and then making a silly face at him as I lowered him closer. He chortled and wiggled in my hands, and I loved him.
“As you say,” she said.
“We have had this talk a number of times, if I recall.” When she nodded, I continued, “and you’re allowed to sleep with me. I have unconscious control.”
“If the children are ever harmed,” she said quietly, “I could never forgive myself.”
I leveled a flat look in her direction. “Okay then,” I told her. “I invite you to sleep with Fletcher II this evening, in whichever room you choose.”
Her mouth dropped open and that sky blue blush spread across her face. “I’ll see you later,” I told her with a grin.
Outside I gave Tweedle Dee and Muppin a chance to nuzzle Regina’s child for a few minutes before we together went about gardening. Well, I gardened, and Junior grabbed onto anything given to him, then tried to identify it via taste alone.
Outside, Tara already had her three children in their bassinets, specially constructed by Celine and Wayne and Alan, and was tickling them in between spoonfuls of strawplesauce, and laughing. Ivy and Isabell were right beside her with their own children, twins, feeding and tickling and talking all about how cute they were.
“Fletcher!” Tara said, standing and putting her hands at the small of her back. The swell of her belly immediately drew my eyes, and she knew it. Ivy and Isabelle knew it too.
“Oh my gods, Fletcher,” Ivy said. “Stop perving on Tara for like five seconds, could you?”
Fairy Poppins flew up and straddled my ear, before growing to the customary five feet already straddling my head. Having her ride on my shoulders wasn’t too difficult. She took the baby out of my hands and snuggled him, passing me her own half fairy baby. The child somehow knew to grow from an inch up to two feet all on its own, and didn’t yet have wings, so it was easy to snuggle, hold, carry, swaddle, and feed.
“I… may be in a bit over my head,” I told the child.
***
In the portal complex, it was Cinzy wrapped around my body who reluctantly had to get out of bed with me. Larelle and Shakindria kept nudging me, telekinetically and telepathically, until Cinzy finally consented.
I do not wish to rise either
, Shakindria told me mentally, disentangling her limbs from mine. As always, she felt so good to have in my arms.
However, it is your turn to administer the cures to the earthlings.
After the Washington Post lady had gotten here and received her cure, the program had opened up to everyone, and now Hawaii had a network of the busiest airports in the world. My only stipulation was that everybody got a chance, beginning with those closest to death by cancer. We shipped Agency personnel out to meet them, pump them full of Durability Tokens, then fly them out to Hawaii to get through the portal and into my care.
Larelle also woke Fletcher III, who needed Jacoby or Celine with him at all times in order to remain here, and Celine was on baby duty presently, with Alan. Putting clothes on while remaining in constant contact wasn’t easy, but neither of us minded.
“Who do we have today?” I asked.
“We have several hundred waiting,” Dick Johnson said.
“That’s fine,” I said. By now the stigma of painting someone’s entire body with a cure-slathered brush was gone. I could cure a wrinkly old grandma just as I could handle curing a bald eleven year old boy with Hodgkins Lymphoma.
“They’re asking about some of the other cures,” he said.
“I’m only one Healer. We need to get my mom in here to help out… but she needs a few levels first.” In the last four weeks, my mother had gotten up to level 19, but that was less than half of where she needed to be… and she wasn’t a Pleasure Seeker. I was just grateful she was out with Drat and Trent and the others she’d chosen for her team, instead of watching my huge family balloon out even further.
“Your father is here, by the way,” Dick Johnson said.
I stopped what I was doing. “You can’t just casually throw that out there.”
“Sorry, sir,” he replied.
“Let’s get him in here… and get him choosing a class. Then we’ll get a detail taking him out to Mom.”
“Yes, sir.”
I sighed. “Jacoby, get ready to meet my dad.”
She snorted, and did a Dick Johnson impression. “Yes, sir.”
This is the end of Divinity Rescue Corps
June 22, 2025

223- The Big, Sick World