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.
Another note: some have indicated varying experiences with hysterectomies, mentioned here. Author, being a cis male, has no direct experience, but the end effect is... close enough, according to research. Still, CW for oblique references to it, and period problems.
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Chapter 26: Inside Straight
There was one more detail, later that night after we were in bed. Lucy had me nude on my back, my painfully erect dick engulfed in her amazing boobs, pumping them with focus and precision. She never stopped as she looked up at me. "Love, forgot to mention earlier. We all have tomorrow off. Emily called the hospital and cited major Status concerns, so we will have time."
I was, understandably, having some problems focusing. I will say that her and Whitney's concentration training was paying off, because it only took me a moment to do the math on the statement. "Just in case something odd happens?"
She smiled, leaned down to kiss the tip, then continued her boob-based assault. "And if nothing unexpected happens, then a day off. Now, cum for me, love. We have a
big day
tomorrow." Of course, she could absolutely back up this command, and moments later I was coating her breasts with my essence as I Fed upon her. "How is your Hunger doing, love? We've been pouring it into you as fast as we could."
Huh, it was a good question. I hadn't checked my levels in a few days... a
very active
few days. "Love! I'm at 95%! I didn't even realize how much you all had been giving me."
She looked shocked. "Wait, what? That doesn't sound right, I thought it would take three or four more days to get to that point even with everything we were doing."
"Well, the Status Screen doesn't lie. I'm really excited, but let's get some sleep. I'm not going to get all of the rest of that from you tonight." We did manage to get some sleep that night, though settling wasn't easy. Like my wife said, it was a really big day.
One which, as it turned out, started around midnight. A few paltry hours after my eyes had finally closed, I suddenly awoke to searing pain. My muscles, and it felt like
all of them
, were seizing up into an entire herd of Charlie Horses. Each nerve in my body seemed to be individually lit on fire, my skin as though a legion of red ants had fought a bitter decade of trench warfare across its surface. My choked scream drew people at a run, Lucy running to get Emily as soon as she realized who was screaming.
It calmed, very slightly, before long. It wasn't endless agony, merely the feel of floating in a nice pool of boiling oil. I could focus, I could hear and respond. Emily's power reached into my body, and she shook her head. "Lucy, I don't know what's going on. I tried pulling his wounds from him, and he feels almost exactly like yesterday. I'm going to ask something exceptionally difficult from you. Leave the room. Wake up Whitney, just in case, then try to scan the area for foreign magics. Amber, I need you to grab my kit and help set up, use your power to get the details. Bring me the Batteries, too, I don't know how long this is going to go."
I attempted to concur, I really did. The sound that emerged was somewhat croak-like and not very affirmative. She gave me a glare the likes of which I had rarely ever received, and given the kind my wife could give that was saying something. "
And you
, I thought I told you to
take it easy
."
Whitney's muffled voice: "hey! I kept him at a moderate load!"
Emily gave the door a Look that would have burnt it down if she had been anything other than our Healer, but said nothing. Emily used her ability to Borrow Pain from me at least twice, cleansing it with divine magic each time. She and Amber had an IV stand up and ready to use, but she paused before getting it started. "Jay, this is going to hurt. Pull up your Status screen, I need to know your readouts."
I complied... and recoiled. All four of my meters were under a
third
. Health, Stamina, Mana, and even Hunger. I was full four hours prior, and I couldn't remember getting into a duel to the death in my sleep. I felt like I had, and lost. Then the Status headache hit. It felt much like a hammer that had somehow been coated with low-grit sandpaper, applied to my forehead.
I must have somehow conveyed this information, though how I did so I would never be able to recall. Much to my shock, I saw Emily breathe... a sigh of relief? What? "Well, Jay, I have to say that I'm glad my hypothesis was proven right, but man is this data point going to be an oddball in medical literature. I think you just managed to clear your Critical Injury. What you are feeling is what your body has actually been trying to report to you since the Black Cat almost turned you into graveyard fertilizer."
With a heroic effort of will, I managed to two words past my lips. "Pain killers?" I coughed from the struggle of saying even that much. Emily and Amber both stopped and stared.
It was Amber who spoke up. "I didn't even hear him ask for that after the Balar. We can probably take him seriously."
They didn't have anything truly strong, but a trained medical professional combined with most of the standard over-the-counter options meant I got a much more effective dosage plan than most. The pain receded a couple of hours later, aided by warming pads and Sarah's hands. I fell back asleep without any awareness of having done so.
When I woke up again, it was to my normal alarm. I had, apparently, forgotten to turn it off. I found it hard to get to it to shut it off, since my face was lovingly buried in my wife's chest. Pleasant, yes. Comfortable and comforting, very. Good for mobility, not so much. I had to peel myself away from my favorite place on Earth to get to my phone, sit up, and stab the screen.
Much to my intense shock, I could do so nearly without pain. I looked at my hand, flexed it. I could feel the muscles moving, and the normal pull of them. The simmering agonies of the last week and a half, which had been so constant I hardly noticed them anymore, were no longer a part of me. Tears ran down my face, pure relief. I could be me again.
My wife rolled over in bed, looking tousled in a sexy kind of way. "I see you're doing better than last night, love."
I stretched out, hard. More than I had been able to do recently. It sounded like every joint of my spine, my knees, elbows, shoulders, and possibly some of the smaller joints of my hands and feet all decided to pop simultaneously. It hurt, a bit, but felt
good
. I could move. "A lot better, Lucy. I didn't even realize how bad I had been doing."
She stood, still nude, still wearing it well. "The rest of us all did, Jay. Even the ones who never got to see you before it happened. I'm glad you seem to be on the mend, but next time? My heart will have an easier time of it if you stop getting yourself this hurt. Now come on. We have a lot to do today."
Paige got to sleep in. Gloria experimented with some deviled eggs for breakfast, which tasted like they had leveled up to Demon Lord. We all were slow that morning. Something about sleep being interrupted. Can't imagine why. Thing is? Even the coffee smelled better, and that one wasn't because of Gloria. I was doing better, and that more than anything told me so.
My thoughts in order, we were just starting to plan the day when there came a timid knock at the door. Amber was out of her chair and sprinting there so fast that Whitney had to catch her cup, and seconds later the young Nathan Nichols was in his sister's arms, safely inside. He proceeded to enjoy many more hugs and introductions, though Lucy certainly helped keep things smooth. She was the one who spotted him getting overwhelmed, and asked everyone to give the kid some space to breathe.
He and I sat in the living room alone (other than Nibbles, who was graciously accepting more pets from our guest), taking some time. Even Amber went back to the kitchen to finish her coffee. "Nathan, I am very glad to see you. Is this a social call, or are you here for training?"
"Can it be both, sir?" I arched my eyebrow. "Jay! Sorry, sir. Jay. Sir."
I laughed a bit and shook my head. "Okay, that's going to be the first thing we work on. You are fifteen years old and already level three, Amber tells me. That puts you well ahead of most of your peers, and you can take comfort in that fact. Can I get some of your build details? You are too young to consent to a Scan, so I will go by what you tell me. I arranged for a tutor of sorts, but I'd like to get to know your abilities better."
"Sure! I'm a level three Rogue with the Specter subclass choice. Agility and Dexterity are nearly 30 due to Racial bonuses, but I have very low Luck and Health. Major Damage Reduction in my racial abilities, too. Um, no weapon specialization, only basics for lockpicking and theft skills, but I have Phantom Dodge and Phase from the subclass."
So, in other words, he could hide with the best of them, was incredibly evasive at base, and if he saw an attack coming it didn't matter if it was physically possible for him to get out of the way. If one got him anyway, it would barely scratch him. Oh, and neither walls nor chains could stop him if his mana held out. Good. GRIEF. "We can work with that. Your defenses are set, for sure. I'm fairly certain my entire guild could come at you and hit nothing but air. Not that we would," I hastily added at his fearful look. He calmed a hair. "Let me get your tutor on the phone."
I was beginning to dial when Paige walked out. Tall, blonde, statuesque... and wearing precisely panties and a light tee shirt. Nothing else. Her sizeable boobs might not be out and free, but they weren't precisely