A Different Kind of Hangover

Newman Residence, Saturday, July 29th, 2017, 7:43AM

Moira Brighton was sleeping naked, tucked away in uncomfortable sheets.

They're not of a poor quality, but they were store-bought, whereas she has seldom slept without first being tucked into sheets hand-woven by a guild of enchanted furniture specialists that made any of the nine sets of sheets for her room almost a hundred years ago. She wasn't quite awake enough to question it; she owed it to feeling sore after... after...

John's crotch joined with hers; a heavily pregnant elf and Moira suckling at her teat like a newborn; an undead monster, a woman, moaning and howling as-

The small visions and pictures of a night half-lost to the drinking of a succubus' poison brought Moira's eyes open wide to see an unfamiliar ceiling, and sunlight only hinted at through the closed curtains that faced her side of the bed. A feminine hand slid up her belly, and cupped her breast; bold fingers rubbed her areolas and made the nipple stand erect as Moira tried to figure out where she was, who this hand belonged to, how she had arrived...

"Mmmm," came a familiar voice. Moira knew the voice, but struggled to recall past the shattered memories of her Warden's Cell that slowly pieced themselves together. She turned in the person's grip to confront them... and found herself facing a similarly naked Brenda Newman. "Good morning," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

Moira, stunned, barely managed to open her mouth before the older woman's tongue was inside it.

Gorbachev Springfield Bunker, 7:43AM

Lily looked up at her husband with wide, curious, horny eyes. She was exhausted; despite being a demon, she desperately needed her natural, healthy 14 hours of sleep, and the chance that Master would finally, finally ravage her was all that kept her awake. She didn't bother looking at the small army of drones overhead; the Gorbachev that had hogged all of Master's time last night had waived her security upon arrival. Instead, she simply watched as the Master's cock bobbed before her face, and slowly leaned in.

"No," John ordered. His left eye flashed green as he contemplated her.

Lily pouted, and whined, and made small, pitiful hops as she sat on her rump with her legs spread wide. "B-But whyyyyyy-?"

"I told you to make sure no one ever got poisoned again by you -“

"But... we're m-married now, so-"

"- and you let everyone get poisoned."

Lily's tiny, quiet tantrum did nothing to ease John's unease. He had recovered a few hours ago. Moira was ultimately left behind in his home, as he couldn't trust that she and Tricia would be amenable on waking; for now, the Gorbachev slept as if dead in her own bed. He glanced over to her to check her status once more.

Tricia Gorbachev
Level 13 Scythian healer
<Gorbachev Opekuny>
HP 200 / 200
MP 680 / 680
Stats: Str 9 Agi 10 End 10 Int 72 Wis 12 Cha 12 Lib 21
Status Effects: Eye of Gorbachev (closed), Fatigue (exhausted)
Qualities: Gorbachev, Gorbachev Puberty (two remaining)
The daughter of a normal couple in Wisconsin who was disowned by her immediate family at a young age and trained in the ways of the Gorbachev too late to render good, effective control of her emotional development. She has denied herself using technology she developed with her prodigious intellect. Following the early termination of her training, she lived in isolation from both her old and new families.
Relationship: +200

John felt a lump in his throat at the tale this Eye of the King told, but he did his best to put away pity. He tapped the interface on her qualities.

Gorbachev: a bloodline hailing from lands running through the middle of the old world's East and West, the Gorbachevs have a mysterious gift for potent magic manifested in the form of Eyes they control with emotions and will.

Gorbachev Puberty: all Gorbachev boys and girls begin to express their Eyes at the peak of heightened emotions or thought patterns that are said to be the keys to manifesting them later. As their emotions peak and the Eyes are learned, the Gorbachev slowly regains control of their emotions. This magical puberty is completed when all of a subject's Eyes are discovered. Except for those who manifest the Eye of Foreboding, it is impossible to know which Eyes might manifest in a given member of the bloodline.

The Eye itself remained without a clickable infobox, and the vague terms for everything else hinted at why he had such mysterious achievements relating to her. The interface also didn't mention the foremost concern in John's mind: she was his wife... his fourth of six, now. He had a few hours to contemplate it; it served him well, as he had spent nearly a full one of those hours pacing around her empty home, muttering to himself, and trying to piece together the entire night while Lily had snored away.

They came in waves, the memories of his debauchery: he had called Alysha, Tita, and Ju, leaving Fairy out of it for fear of her newfound potency. Ju had been hesitant, and John ignored her until the air (and Lily) had gotten to her. He saw more pieces as he contemplated his women: Tita feeding Moira while John reamed the Warden’s ass, feeling Moira come hard enough to bite Tita to tears. Ju, though hardly a virgin, acting so ashamed for begging to ride John. John putting back-to-back tunnels on Moira, so her pussy became Ju’s, and John watching as Moira rode him while Ju spasmed under Lily and Tricia’s care.

As John stared at all his notifications, so casually dismissed during the evening’s affairs, he recalled the sight of Tricia, Moira, and Ju all lapping up his cum-coated cock, his head resting on Tita’s belly and between her leaking tits while Alysha, too bothered and hot to be resentful, stared down at him as she squatted on her enemy’s rack to feed him her own pregnant pussy, and all while he continued to brutally finger-fuck Lily through a tunnel as the succubus squirmed in the corner, panting and coming and begging for something more.

John’s member, despite all the output of the evening, was almost sore with how hard he had grown remembering the scene; he was ready for more of that indulgent affair. It was tempered by the **** moment of realization that Moira and he both shared when Tricia’s power waned; the Warden collapsed her Cell as she passed out, and from there came the **** scramble for reality, to hide everything from his mother as the barrier cracked open in the middle of the real night. John had rushed to unsummon his legion of fuck toys, and then to take Tricia and Lily away from the Warden.

The memory of it all waned, too, but he was still here, underground on a Saturday... and he had no idea of what to do. The reasonable thing, then, seemed obvious: manage his Game, and try to think of a way out of the new, insane mess he had made.

But on top of all that happening... everything else here, is...

John slowly organized his interface, all while his left eye continued to shimmer with light.

Newman Residence, 7:44AM

"W-Wait, whoa, wait!" Moira finally managed. Brenda let the redhead talk as she traveled down Moira's cheek, and then into the small of her neck, with soft kisses. Moira blinked, and her eyes crossed and fluttered under the veteran ****. "W... Wait uhh..."

"I'm listening, dear," Brenda whispered seductively, "please, tell me whatever you like."

"I-I'm... I'm not sure... what's... happening here, but... but I need to... h-heal you," Moira panted. Her body felt too sore to reject the soft pleasures of the woman straddling her, and Moira tried to piece together why the woman was straddling her just as Brenda's kisses began to travel along the top of her right tit. "A-Ah, why are we... why am I here?!"

"Mmmm, well, you were naked, and I came to help you when you started to... hu hu, well..." Brenda gave a soft bite to Moira's nipple; despite it feeling as if it had been chewed all night, this still drew a gasp from the paladin. "You were rather insistent, so... I obliged you."

Moira stared at the woman in horror, and slowly twisted inward. "Oh... Oh Lady preserve me, did I...?" Moira's eyes looked through the ceiling as the memory came rushing back.

Newman Residence, 2:14AM (5.5 hours ago)

Brenda had only barely made it down the stairs when Moira spotted her... and through the barely-held-together bathrobe, Moira could spot the underside of Mrs. Newman's breast and the soft, silky and clean skin of her inner-thigh. Still high on Lily's poison, still caked in the sticky filth of the night's affairs, and still stark naked with no idea where her crest or hammer may have gone, Moira stood and slowly approached the new beauty before her.

"O-Oh..." Brenda, had she her own faculties in order, would've had sharp words, accusations, perhaps a call to the police at the sight of a naked, gorgeous intruder in her home, even if it was the redhead that was apparently one of John's girlfriends from school.

But Brenda didn't have her faculties in order. She just quietly watched as Moira came close, snuck her hands into the robes held closed by Brenda's hand, and parted them so the two women stood naked at the stairwell landing. Young, perky breasts touched Brenda's mature rack and shot electricity through her; she needed this, after all. "Can I... use your bath?" Moira breathed, her lips barely an inch from Brenda's. The mother of one obliged, starting with a kiss.

Newman Residence, 7:45AM

"... Lady preserve us..."

"My name," came the chuckle from somewhere underneath the sheets, "isn't Lady. It's Brenda... Moira."

Moira lifted the sheets, trying to find where her elder had slithered down her body. "N-No, ma'am, I meaaaaaan ooooh.... oh... oh...!" Brenda's mouth went to work on the swollen, abused clitoris of the redheaded virgin, and Moira could see naught but stars. I... I will heal her... truly, as soon as I can... can... come...! Moira's body bucked against the brunette, who smiled as she helped herself to breakfast.

Gorbachev Springfield Bunker, 8:09AM

John finished reading them in order... and rubbed his face, despite the lack of fatigue. He dismissed the marriage notifications and, still marveling at the host of them, went from the top of the notifications to the very bottom, shaking his head as he tried to make sense of it.

"Class Inheritance" quest completed!
+You may choose to bestow ten levels on three different skills! (expires in 48 hours)
+10,000XP

You have completed THE GAIA CODE!
+Gamer's Eye has become Eye of the King!

Eye of the King, passive or variable mp
Eye of the King (passive): as Gamer's eye, identifying entities, areas, items, and effects with advanced detail.
Eye of the King (sovereignty): magical effects can be denied existence by either being instantly countered, ending their temporary effect(s), and/or suppressing permanent effects. This costs MP equal to [(magical effect mana cost) - (character level)], to a minimum of zero. A sovereign action can only be exerted once per turn and as a free action.

DING! You're now level 21!
+50HP
+50MP
+10 stat points
+1 paragon point

Achievement unlocked! "One-Man Orgy"!
You had sex with five or more women at the same time! Gotta fuck 'em all!
+3 LIB
+3,000XP

Achievement unlocked! "Monster (Sex) Rancher"!
You had sex with five or more creature types at the same time! Gotta catch 'em all!
+2 LIB
+5,000XP

Achievement unlocked! "Feudal Court Journeyman"!
You had sex with two members of nobility at the same time! Not many can claim to play the Game that well!
+1 LIB
+5 WIS

Achievement unlocked! "Stalwart Resolve"!
You faced the gaze of an Outsider and survived! You know what they say of staring into the Abyss, however...
+5 WIS
+5,000XP

Achievement unlocked! "Fun with Transpatial Paradoxes"!
You used the Tunnel spell more than sixty times within a single hour. That can't be good for reality...
+5 INT
+5 WIS

Spiraling snake style is now level 14!
Spiraling snake style is now level 15!
Heal is now level 4!
Aphrodisiac is now level 7!
Aphrodisiac is now level 8!
Quickcast is now level 3!
Heal monster is now level 8!
Summon/Dismiss is now level 9!
Summoning is now level 10!
Transpose is now level 7!

DING DING! You're now Tier II!
Your interface has been adjusted for your play style.
Certain limiters have been removed.
Certain limiters remain active. Do your best!

Limiters...? What the Hell does that even mean...? John clicked through the new interface, scanning the screens and finding his paragon tree and stat sheet. Nothing; if he had limiters before, he was too drunk on power to have ever noticed them. But what's no longer being limited...? He let his thoughts churn as he poured the stat points into Wisdom and the last point needed to finish Paragon Body. The rune glowed, solidified, and three branches exploded from it, one which led to what he had more or less been hoping for from this investment.

INVIOLABILITY 0/3
1: Become immune to all forms of poisons.
2: Become immune to all forms of disease.
3: Become immune to all forms of physical malformations other than critical damage.

GREASED LIGHTNING 0/2
The subject's agility bonuses to movements and attacks are no longer curbed by the laws of physics or the limitations of his body, and he, his worn and wielded items, and any subjects he carries are all immune to any damage that would result solely from violating said laws or limitations. At the second rank, the user's senses are also allowed to operate at this speed.

BLESSING OF HEALTH 0/3
1: Reduce natural aging and reverse and lessen unhelpful wear-n-tear.
2: Reduce the amount of food and water needed to sustain the body.
3: Drastically improve the first two benefits of this ability.

Eager, John shoved a point into Inviolability, and exhaled as he felt himself relax... and the side effects of Lily's attention drain away from him. Hell, but immunity to diseases... and... malformations?! Troubled by the descriptions, John went ahead and took those as well.

Achievement unlocked! "Pain Killer"!
You maxed out Inviolability and Paragon Mind, keeping yourself pretty safe from things that aren't sharp.
+1 paragon point
+3 WIS

BULGING BICEPS 0/2
The subject's strength bonuses do not deform the body beyond any ideal state, no matter how strong they become. At one point, Bulging Biceps gives the user perfect control of their muscles whenever they choose to exert such minute command. At two points, fatigue has no effect on physical strength and output.

John kept his attention on his sheet. The process helped him relax, or else it was the loosening of Lily's poison's hold on his body... and the latter seemed to note it too. "M-Master, um, before you... before you finish, c-could we maybe-"

"Go take a nap, Lily... we'll go home once I'm sure Moira's gone."

A dejected Lily shoved herself in the corner farthest from Tricia and John, and pouted while facing the tiles.

John looked over his options... and noticed that one Paragon Mind node had filled itself in.

HACK: ANALYSIS X/3 (superseded by Eye of the King)
1: Gamer's eye can now identify spells and skills of the subject.
2: Gamer's eye will reveal more private information than before.
3: Gamer's eye no longer has a comparative level limit.
X: Eye of the King has the above functionality, and more.

Looking up, another branch opened from the exceeded limit and led to a single upgrade in the third tier:

HACK: SEARCH 0/5
Allows Eye of the King to identify Kingdoms that are proximate to the present location, allowing for spells and effects that require knowledge or familiarity with such places. (Normally, one must be introduced by another to travel to an unfamiliar Kingdom.) Every point in HACK: SEARCH improves the sensitivity of this power. Only very proximate and important Kingdoms will appear at the first level, relatively proximate if obscure Kingdoms may appear at the third, and almost all Kingdoms will be identifiable at the fifth.

John's mind went back to the barren little map in his temple, of the "Dream" or "Kingdoms" or whatever the Hell it all really was. Relying on others... John contemplated his short list of allies... and how none of them had so much as spoken of these alleged worlds waiting beyond, somewhere in the Abyss and that strange, pseudo-fantasy of fearsome monsters and beautiful women, as he had come to know it. Seeing nothing else urgent, he put the two points into HACK: SEARCH and glanced around Tricia's bedroom, half-expecting another pop-up. He waited a few more moments...

Nothing... fuck. Limiters, came that upsetting word. Was he being limited now, too, or was it just not the time and place? For that question, he already knew he had no one else to turn to. The next pop-up came up as if willed by its own impatience.

Please choose a skill from the Heavens, as evidence of your most holy matrimony! (Received by: Holy Matrimony achievement.)
Options: Detect Evil, Detect Lies, Holy Light, Lay on Hands, Smite Evil, Summon Angel

The oddly ordinary list of spells left John a bit disappointed as he- Whoa, wait, what?! John slammed his fist through Summon Angel, and quickly determined that it was as much the stand-out as he had hoped. With an eager confirmation, the spell was his.

Summon Angel Level 1, 100mp
Summon Angel: calls down your guardian angel as a physical warrior who obeys your commands. This spell lasts for a number of minutes equal to the spell level, and can be re-cast to extend the time by the same amount. The guardian angel chosen is permanent, and will not change unless destroyed in combat.

Eyeing Lily, who had already fallen over, asleep, he decided he'd test out summoning holy angels later.

For now, he had two last items to consider: three skills that he had to choose for receiving ten free levels, and... the completed daily. He looked through his interface once more, and eyed the damned daily quest reward, that reminder of crying faces, wounded students... he choked it down, and tried to stay distracted. Right, any skill or knowledge... He had targeted Wentworth for the obvious reason of her power; he pressed the notification demanding he pick his reward and started to wonder how long the list of her spells would be-

Please type in the exact name of the skill, spell, or knowledge sought: [ ]

"... You're... you're kidding me, right?" A keyboard floated before the menu; evidently, it was not.

[The Abyss]

Too general. Please narrow it down.

[Kingdoms]

Too general. Please narrow it down.

[Dream]

Did you mean Lucid Dreaming?
Did you mean Wet Dreams?
Did you mean Frank Dickinson Jr., that Dream Boat of a Man?

Ugh!

[Sex Spell]

Too general. Please narrow it down.

5 minutes later...

[Fantasy Time Travel Fuckfest fuck you I hate this shit]

No results found.

John sighed slowly and harshly. He had plugged every configuration of "Dream", "Abyss", and every wording of the spell effects he could imagine for Wentworth's more powerful displays, but nothing arose. He even considered trying for knowledge of alchemy, and foregoing the lessons from Kazex, but thought better of such a wasteful use. Not like Mrs. Wentworth will go and tell me... wait...

[Wentworth]

Did you mean Victoria Wentworth?
Did you mean Archibald Wentworth?

John's fingers hesitated. Well, if I can't identify her spells, or identify anything she might know that I'd want to know... wouldn't knowing about her be worth a damn? John thought back to his time with her... and despite the orgy he had just concluded, shuddered at the memory. He went through the inventory of alternatives: various students, Moira... and Rave. Wait... who the Hell is Rave? John contemplated the interface before typing in the pseudonym.

[Rave]

Did you mean raving?
Did you mean Rave, the coolest and hottest member of Collide?
Did you mean Rave, the rogue mage and troublemaker?

Wow... it... really does give you every impression, huh...? But maybe I'm better off learning about Collide directly... If it was really a rogue mage guild in Springfield, then it behooved John to learn of it. Feeling less intimidated by that than digging through Wentworth's past, John typed in the organization's name.

There weren't suggested terms; the interface bore no hesitation, gave no moment to consider, or even a moment to reject it on a second thought. The moment he entered the name, the interface began to swirl into two thin tornadoes... and pour into his eyes. Collide had been particular enough to suddenly smash into his memories proper. Faces and names filled his mind: Rave, Travolta, Jimmie, but also Rave's father, Regan, and an auction, and an arcade, and-

John shook his head as the foreign knowledge slowly crawled into his brain, making it his own. The sensation was bizarre; every memory was a bit off-color, recorded from a height just a bit too short to be his, with emotions that were impossible; a love of one's father, for a complete stranger, was the most jarring of all. He decided he'd meditate actively on it later. For now, he had no new skill to show for all that work, and so immediately started to plug the +10s into the skills he had picked out long ago.

Summoning is now level 20 from level 10. Max level reached!
+40 inventory
Your summons acting as the origin for your spells no longer increases the mana cost.
Your mastery of Summoning has increased existing skills and created new skills!

Summon/Dismiss is now level 12!
Summon/Dismiss: you may now control up to 8 summons at once. Summon/Dismiss now only takes two full rounds to cast.

Heal monster is now level 11!
Heal monster: the mp cost is reduced to 25% of the hp healed.

Transpose is now level 10!
Transpose became Convey!
Convey level 1, 20mp
Convey: the summoner may teleport a summon to any place within (skill lvl x 100) ft. of either the summoner or the summon. Alternatively, the summoner can instantly swap places with the summon. In all instances, the summoner chooses the positions of bodies on arrivals.

You've learned the skill Concert!
Concert level 6, passive
Concert: a summon's attacks, spells, or efforts upon a target are increased by [skill lvl x 5]% if you affected that same target for the same purpose. This bonus increases by 10% for every summon who does the same thereafter, and resets at the start of your turn.

You've learned the skill Grand Summon!
Grand Summon level 2, +400mp
Grand Summon: a modifier for Summon. The successfully summoned monster gains [100 x skill lvl] bonus health and mana, gains a [5 x skill lvl] bonus to all attribute scores, and treats its skills and spells as being [skill lvl] higher. This boost lasts for [skill lvl] hours, after which the summon returns to their normal state. A grand-summoned minion counts as having three summons active.

You've learned the skill Multi-Summon!
Multi-Summon level 1, +800mp
Multi-Summon: a modifier for Summon. In addition to your summon, you also create [skill lvl] shadow clones of that summon. Each shadow clone has one-quarter the level, attributes, HP, MP, and skill levels, but retain the physical shape, conscious mind, and qualities of the original, except their entire form is a dark purple, they have no eyes, and their voices are obscured. On dismissal or destruction, clones transmit their memories to the original. The clones last for [skill lvl] hours. A multi-summoned minion counts as having [half the number of clones made + 1] summons active.

Craft is now level 21 from level 11!
Craft: craft can now be used to refine quasi-related materials into rarer, more potent materials for better crafting. Craft materials cost reduced by 40%. New tier of magical items have been unlocked. Large magical items have been unlocked.

Telemancy is now level 19 from level 9!
In addition to telemancy's normal bonuses, you've also learned new skills!

Edit Memory level 8, 300mp
Edit Memories: edit the memories as they will be recalled by a person to instead reflect whatever you want them to remember, with the pertinent details being mostly filled in by what their minds would accept. You may only edit memories no older than [skill level] days, and this does not prevent the original memory from being probed by those who can avoid such edits.

Edit Identity level 1, 600mp
Edit Identity: create small or incremental changes in the personality, identity, and very core of a person, violating their innermost sanctum to have it better reflect your wishes. The target will resist small changes (different preferred colors, tastes in music) if they have Wisdom greater than [skill level x 10], but consecutive castings for the same change will stack their skill levels to overcome the target's will. The target's Wisdom score is doubled for this purpose if the change is significant (their respect for institutions, the way they form opinions of strangers) and tripled if deeply warping (sexuality, loss of empathy, introversion).

John pored over the new interface, sorted his new memories, and was nearly distracted enough to not think about the sleeping form nearby, of an **** monstrosity, of a girl he found cute, even attractive, but terrifying... and, now, perhaps...

“I love you, too."

How? The question burned in his mind. It would've been so much simpler if it had been a lie... but it was true, somehow. But it can't be... even now, I just want to get the Hell away from her... right? John cursed at his indecision; everything he thought felt like a lie. A residual effect of her Eyes? Perhaps she really was trying to dominate him... or perhaps her sincerity, her fear of disappointing or pushing him away... the real sadness that only gave way to the arousal he and Lily inflicted on her, was filling him with guilt. John wondered at that version of him that Tricia had made... and how simple it felt. He would feel things, and simply say them without fear; no hesitation, no worry of consequence... and yet enough worry of consequence to avoid running afoul of the Brightons. It was foreign; baffling.

It felt wonderful. A desire to feel it again felt wrongly rooted in Tricia herself... and so John doubted his own feelings in a third, infuriating way.

His fingers grew lazy as they flicked through windows, and he turned to contemplate the occupied bed, naked and cold as he was. It looked warm.