This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters Universe by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
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Chapter 25: From Many, One
It had been two weeks since I last dragged my Guild out to the Quarry. We had doubled in size since then, and acquired a workout routine besides. Whitney took the lead this time.
"Alright, I will be sparring with each of you briefly to assess you and see if I can Feed a bit. If you aren't in the ring with me, follow the paper I gave you."
I looked at the one I had been handed. Then I looked at it again, with some degree of trepidation. The focus for me, as I still recovered from my injuries, was to take it easy but maintain my Strength and Endurance while practicing with my abilities. Her idea of "take it easy" did not completely match my own. Well, except for one detail.
"Part of your combat role involves heavy multitasking and battlefield confusion. Any time you are merely doing weights or jogging, then, I've arranged for a distraction." Specifically, I had to create a second body with Double Team to leave in place, and one of the girls during a rest period would do their best to bring it to orgasm. If I was getting close, it would be one who had Hunger to spare. If not, anyone could. I had to focus on the exercises, focus on maintaining composure, and in the event I lost control I had to rapidly refocus to prevent myself from grabbing too much of a bite.
This was, to put it lightly, a challenge. I lost control and came a total of five times over those four hours.
Whitney was not taking it any easier on the others than on me. Sarah was going through endurance training and movement drills of her own, and I could tell Whitney was just taking things slow. Sarah still ended up planted on her rear several times. Lucy, too, had plenty of juice in other departments, but was getting what amounted to combat yoga in order to increase her evasiveness. In the ring, though...
Whitney looked at her sharply. "The first three minutes will be slow drills. After that, when I say go, I will not hold back. Your goal is to dodge or block every strike." Lucy had rarely moved so fast in her life, desperately blocking with magic on the frequent occasions that she couldn't get out of the way. By the time the bell rang, both she and Whitney were panting.
Gloria, on the other hand, was on a bulking program. She needed strength and toughness, pure and simple, since she had her Agility covered. That required protein that wouldn't be obliterated by her Hunger. This, in turn, meant that we would either need Whey Powder by the truckload, or I'd need to cum down her throat at least a couple of cups worth. Give you one guess which she chose.
Amber was an odd case. Her ability set was highly adaptive, she needed some of everything in the book, both for workout and for skills. She bought and brought several sets of free weights, ranging from five to twenty pounds each, and focused on her class abilities to maintain proper form. It worked. I will also say, going hand to hand against a woman with four arms looked difficult.
And then, there was Paige. She and Whitney were both frontline strikers with utterly monstrous strength. When the two decided to spar, all of the rest of us decided suddenly that what we were doing was significantly less important than watching. Whitney was much more dedicated to pure offensive destruction. She hit harder, more directly, and was much tougher. Paige, however, had a bevy of support skills to boost her capabilities, and was much more evasive. The two clashed hard, and made me very (VERY) glad they were on my side.
Thankfully, both were unarmed for this round. Emily didn't need as much physical training, but the practice utilizing her new healing class features and in pain tolerance were giving her direct Class Progress. All of the ladies came by to top off my Battery whenever I used it to keep maintaining my Double Team.
Four hours later, we were all exhausted. Whitney was fully synchronized with the team, and finished her day by making me hold a back bridge while she enthusiastically rode me. By the time I came, my SP was looking rather unlucky. Thing is? When I did finish, I received alerts for both my Agility and Strength increasing. All the ladies looked on appreciatively as my build bulked, then smoothed.
I noted that their orgasms counted, too, not just mine. Nobody seemed disappointed about this. Especially me.
We munched on portable lunches while we waited for the bus to get back. Whitney had other news for the training program. "Sunday is the recovery day, but Sarah? If you can, this afternoon I need you to craft two more Gold Batteries. We have the coinage, now, and having three will let us all make sure all the spare we have is getting dumped into Jay's practice. Especially since Double Team plus Lucy's training in self-control means any of us who feel horny, ever, can go poke Jay to take a clone for a ride. Jay, your job remains the same. Unless we tell you to, always take the smallest bite of Hunger you can, and always make sure you're keeping Regeneration fueled. You'll need it. If you're under 15% SP, don't start anything. You might not get to finish it." Well, when you put it THAT way, how could I object?
As it turned out, the biggest limiting factor was still my Stamina. I was healing, slowly, but zilching it would be counterproductive. By the time we were preparing to get into bed that evening, though, I was unbelievably sore all over (pleasantly in some places, very much not in others). I basically begged Sarah to massage me again, and Amber walked up to pay her to do so, if she'd follow up on her.
That is when I noticed that Amber had been busy. Most of my ladies' Auras were flowing well with her. Sarah delivered a massage that felt like she was gently removing each muscle of my body, wringing out the pain, and putting them back in place. Amber Fed on her as she gave the massage, but not the other way around. "None of you are really resting right now, at least, not enough. I can only Feed on people if they're going over on the sleep and laziness. You need to be at full, and keep relaxing. Then I can do my part. Maybe tomorrow."
That night, as Lucy and I were preparing to sleep, Amber came to us. She was worried, we had not yet heard from Nathan. Lucy and I reassured her, it would probably take more than a day. "And besides, tomorrow while I'm at the Guild Hall, I'm going to look up a tutor for him." She still seemed apprehensive, and shared our bed that night. Center spoon, my powerful embrace from behind, my wife cuddled up in front.
The morning came with a shock. Amber woke with the two of us, but she was not the same as when we went to bed. The horns, which had been mere nubs two days before, had come to a back swept form looking much like a tiara. Her breasts had ballooned overnight, her hips and butt expanding to match, and her flat, toned muscles were showing all over her body. It was the horns that tipped me off, but I recognized those boobs.
So did Amber. "Well, Lucy, if you ever had any doubt that your husband is still deeply attracted to you, look no further. These are your assets, I just feel lucky I get to borrow them. The changing feeling is gone, I think my form is set." She took off her shirt to get a better look in the mirror, hissing with sudden pleasure as it brushed over her nipples. "Are you seriously this sensitive all the time?"
"Probably more, I'm just used to it. Come on, we need to get breakfast, Jay has a bus to catch."
In the end, only Nibbles accompanied me to Camp. All of my ladies had things they needed to do, and nobody wanted to risk us getting a caller without someone home to answer. I needed the reassurance, though, so without anyone quite saying so I had a furry friend on my lap on the bus. On the way, I got a text from George Godfrey, asking to meet up about my tutor request. That day. It would work. I asked him to be at the Officer Lounge for lunch, due to a morning meeting. Just didn't say with
who.
I arrived at camp around nine in the morning. It took about two seconds for a new face to come up to me. He was short even by normal standards, though it might be due to his hunched posture. Armored scales in a light tan lined his body, a nasty-looking axe across his back. His clothes were casual, but he wore a Guild badge. A white field with six points in all directions, trimmed in blue, a golden pomegranate centered on it. "Hah, you really did come on the first bus. Good to see you, Jeremiah!" He reached out a clawed hand.
"Good to get a face with your name, Blue Skies." I shook his claw.
