by Jamie Hawke
I laughed, looking away. As much as I pretended, though, the pressure in my pants showed I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way Huera was looking at me, too, as she bit her lip and attempted to conceal a moan, made me excited to get in on that situation.
“Everyone’s eager to get out of here,” Arthur said, not even pretending he hadn’t noticed all of this. “Let’s all take an hour or two, then meet at Elisa’s courtyard, where we can touch base and discuss next steps.”
“Next…?” I asked.
He nodded. “Humanity is going to have a tough time with us fairy tales after seeing all of this.”
“Can’t we just, I don’t know—glamour them… flash something in their eyes that makes them forget?”
Arthur frowned, looked around at the others. “It’s something we can do, but… on this scale?”
Everyone looked as confused as him.
“Um,” Pucky held up a hand, “we’ll try, but it might take time. Some of it might stick… we can’t be sure.”
“Or it might be a bunch of bullshit,” Sharon interjected. “The world will finally know us for what we are, which might not be the worst thing in the world.”
“How so?” I asked.
“Well, I for one would love to not have to hide who I am. To be able to wear it proudly.”
“Me too,” Pucky added as she wiped some blood from her forehead. “Imagine a world where this—this… horn, is accepted?”
“We’ll have a long way to go before it gets to that,” Arthur argued. “But there’s no better time than now to start down that path.”
Mowgli was heading over to meet us, but Elisa waved for him and said, “I’ll hold him off, tell him the plan about meeting at the mansion. Then, let’s get to it. I’m… worked up.” She winked my way before heading off to intercept the incoming Myths.
“I suppose you’ll want my help getting back there?” Hekate asked Toewi, then Huera.
Toewi turned to me and to the other ladies, and cocked her head. “You know, what you all have… I’ve always dreamed of it.”
Huera nodded, eyeing me contemplatively. “Actually, she has a good point.”
“I’m sorry, what point is that?” Elisa asked.
“I was thinking I can help you all out,” Toewi said. “If you’re taking on new applicants for the team and all.”
“New applicants…” Pucky considered them, a hint of a smile on her lips. “You do understand what you’re asking to be part of, right?”
The ladies nodded, both eyeing me with added interest.
“New applicants?” Sharon looked worried. “How many new members are we accepting, exactly?”
Pucky was the only one still giving us her attention, though she looked a bit woozy. She smiled my way, laughed, and said, “Hey, more the merrier.”
Elisa scrunched her nose, looked at the ladies, and then shrugged. “We can… consider it.”
“How many more?” Maleficent asked, glancing at me and then to the ladies. “You know… hypothetically speaking.”
“Seriously?” Sharon asked.
“It’s better for all of us,” Pucky said.
I laughed. “Pucky, I’m starting to wonder who’s the most excited about all of this.”
“Hey, you don’t have to fuck them all if you don’t want.” Pucky gave me a ‘yeah, right’ look. “Let me do my thing, we see what happens, and maybe you get curious one night. It’ll be fun.”
I chuckled, but turned to Sharon. “I wouldn’t do anything any one of my team didn’t feel comfortable with.”
Sharon glared at me as if not sure what to believe, but then turned back to Maleficent and the others. “A trial, okay? This first… time… will be to see how it works out. Nothing more.”
“Yet,” Pucky added.
“Sure.” Sharon allowed a hint of a smile, and for the first time I realized that maybe this didn’t totally turn her off, she was just worried what it would mean for us. Well, then, I’d have to make sure she didn’t feel the slightest lack of attention when the moment came.
With that, we stepped through the portal back to our mansion, apparently to get the biggest fuck on I’d ever been part of.
70
Back at the mansion, we were caught between a celebration and debriefing of everything that had happened. It seemed that, considering our contribution to defeating the main enemy leading the attack, the agents of the normies were going to lay off of us, even change their stance and start working with Myths instead of Legends. They agreed to work together with Myths to set up rehabilitation centers for Legends and gods alike, and truly attempt to form a livable situation with the fairy tales among them—secretively, of course. It turned out they had their own sort of amplifier that worked to ensure most of the world forgot about what had happened, instead thinking it had been massive natural disasters that had caused havoc.
I spent my first few hours back in a juggle of wanting to get some rest, to making sure the new ladies felt welcome. No, not in that way yet, but by getting to know them, even playing a game of Uno with the team. Sharon kept rolling her eyes at it, but when she won she wanted to play again.
At one point, I found Chris dragging me off to stare out over the city with him, and found myself staring at him instead in confusion.
“We have a mansion full of friends, ladies, food… drink!” I laughed. “What’re we doing out here?”
“I miss you man.” He leaned forward. “Plus,” pulling out his pants to show me his dick, which was very swollen and kinda lopsided, “I need you to tell me if this is wrong.”
“Fuck yes, that’s wrong. Don’t ever show me your dick again.”
“No, I mean…” He looked at me with such fright, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
“Relax, relax, I think it’s just swollen. Over-use, right?” I glanced down to confirm, then quickly looked away. “Just, put that nastiness away, man.”
He chuckled. “If only it was always that big limp, huh?”
“You’re ladies might be complaining. I mean, who wants a soda can for a cock? They want a healthy balance of length and girth. At least I think so.”
He nodded. “Fuck.”
“What?”
Glancing back at the mansion, he sighed. “Hekate said two new friends wanted to join in today. Some real nasty, freaky witches. But with this… Fuck it, I’m doing it anyway.”
“Chris…”
“Joking, joking. Maybe.”
I shook my head, laughing, and looked back over the city. “Damn, I wonder how hard I’ll have to stare at all this to get that vision of your dick out of my head?”
“Why you thinking about it?” He grinned. “Sorry.”
“Man…” I looked down at my thick arms. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come in such a short amount of time. It’s insane, right?”
“Fuck yes. I still remember reading Harry Potter and thinking how much I wanted to hit up the Florida park to feel the experience—but now I know that he had it lame compared to this.”
“Apples and oranges,” I said with a laugh. “And… that was fiction.”
“Sure.” He winked at me.
Not sure what that meant, I asked, “So you going back to the witches mansion? I mean, what’s the plan there?”
“I think so. They’re giving it to us, actually, with Hekate as head witch. And, I mean, that only makes sense anyway. It was all political, but she was definitely the most badass.”
“And you’re learning?”
He nodded. “Watch this.” Holding out a hand, he made a little fire appear, then waved his other hand and made it take the shape of a nude woman, then again and he gave it my face. Cracking up as I shoved him, he said, “Hey, not bad man. Your head on a body like that.”
“I’d look good no matter what,” I admitted, playfully but actually… yeah, the confidence was definitely there now. After the fighting, the leveling up, the fucking? I couldn’t imagine how I’d ever lacked confidence in the fi
rst place. That guy who’d been doing press at the con was a totally different person.
“Well, I hope we get to hang out often,” Chris said, nodding and giving me a big-brother look.
“No doubt,” I said. “As long as the violence and all that stays calm, I imagine we won’t have much else to do but enjoy ourselves.”
“You wish,” Pucky said, coming out through the double glass doors. “You’re going to be training your ass off, preparing for whatever comes next. And trust me, there’s always something next.”
I gave Chris a ‘there you go’ look.
“Come on,” Pucky said, pulling me by the hand, giggling.
“What’s gotten into you?” I asked.
“Just, hurry.”
Chris grinned and followed as Pucky dragged me back through the mansion, downstairs and into the courtyard. There in the waning sunlight all of the fairy tales were gathered, along with some Legends, it looked like, who must’ve switched sides. If not, I had no idea what they were doing there.
But weirdest still was the fact that I noticed two people I had never thought to see in a place like this, and hadn’t actually been sure I’d ever see again at all. My mom and dad.
“What…?” I staggered toward them, then broke out into a run until we were embracing, laughing, and turning to see everyone watching. “What’s going on here?”
“Ask her,” my dad said, and indicated Pucky. “All of them, I guess.”
Indeed, next to Pucky, Red, Sharon, and Elisa had stepped forward. They were in a sort of semi-circle in front of me, the new team members—if they were going to indeed be part of the team, lined up behind them. Even Sekhmet and Bastet were there in the line, as apparently they’d decided they were part of the team. And Maleficent, the Queen of Crows, and Huera. It was quite the display of beauty, and kind of awkward, since Huera was still apparently refusing to wear clothes.
“Pucky?” I asked.
“We won,” Pucky said. “But that’s not the only reason to celebrate, we figured. As you know—”
“We love you,” Red blurted out, then blushed the color of her hood.
“It’s true,” Elisa said, nodding.
Sharon cleared her throat. “I never… I never thought it would be possible, especially only knowing each other after such a short time, but when you know, you know.”
“There’s a spiritual or magical way of telling more than any other way,” Pucky said, but then waved off her own comment. “The point is, we do. And…”
She paused, looking at the other ladies.
“We have a question for you,” Elisa said, and then nodded. As one, they went to one knee each, then Pucky held out a ring, each of them putting their hands on her arm.
As one, they said, “Jack, will you marry us?”
I nearly choked on my surprise. Maybe I should’ve seen it coming, but in the normie world, it didn’t happen this way. My father was smiling wider than I’d ever seen him smile.
“You knew about this?” I asked.
He winked. “Son, we live in an age where a woman proposing to a man isn’t what it once was. Being wanted isn’t a bad thing, and being wanted by four stunning women? I’d say you have to be an idiot to turn this down.”
My mom hit him.
“Not that I’d ever want more than one,” he added quickly. “Hell, how you’ll manage is beyond me.”
She hit him again, but laughed. “I’m not arguing, but your father likes it when I hit him, so I go along.”
“Ah, too much information.”
“Jack…” Elisa said, voice low, eyebrows raised. “We’re kind of waiting for an answer.”
“Oh, damn,” I chuckled. “I mean, of course.”
Sharon looked up at me, eyes wide. “Wait, that was a yes, right?”
Pucky, even Red and Elisa were there, waiting for an answer. The others would maybe join in too, in time. I had no idea—it was all too confusing. But one thing wasn’t confusing in the slightest, and that was my answer.
“Of course, yes.” I said. “YES!”
I went to them, helping them up and we were all kissing, then the others were stepping forward, congratulating us, kissing me as well. The whole scene made me feel like I was flying again, so much joy bursting forth that Roar jumped out, soaring around the sky above and roaring, nearly giving my mom a heart attack. My parents were doing fairly well, considering all of this was so new to them, and I looked forward to sitting down with them over a bottle of wine to tell them everything. Well, of course not everything, but as much about this world as I could to help explain.
Fairies appeared around Maleficent, flittering about us with their glowing purples and greens, and a flock of crows flew overhead as the Queen of Crows laughed, throwing her arms around Red.
A lot of these women seemed the most unlikely of friends. The idea of the goth mistress herself, Red, being my lover—or in a shared marriage—with Elisa and Pucky didn’t fit, but here it was, happening. Her and Sharon, though? Yeah, that actually seemed like a match. Throw in the queens of fairies and crows, a half goose or whatever Huera was, and the cat and lioness goddesses, and I had one interesting future in terms of relationships. A future I wouldn’t change for anything.
Epilogue
We didn’t waste any time with the wedding—why would we? It was all done per the old ways, with Mowgli making it official and doves released into the sky and all that. No Church or State, since they would’ve ruled a marriage of this size illegal and the whole idea of the fairy tales existing to begin with was a murky one.
It went by in a blur, me in fancy robes of a Protector that reminded me of a combination between what Prince Aladdin and Prince Charming would’ve worn at the height of their fame. Flowing robes of royal blue with gold lining, and all that brouhaha that I couldn’t give two shits about. What mattered to me was the ladies, and boy did they bring it.
They redid the gardens of Elisa’s mansion—I guess our mansion, now—and had a whole crowd of fairy tales gathered. My parents were there in the front row and Chris nearby with his witches, the other members of my team acting as brides maids. Music started and I couldn’t tell where from, until I noticed some of it was coming from fairies, but also from several fauns I could just make out sitting amongst the trees.
First down the aisle was Pucky. A diamond studded tiara had been placed just perfectly to cover her recent horn injury, and it complimented the green and blue of her many layered dress. It moved like the wind, with tiny fairies adding an effect like the stars. Nearby, Maleficent gave her a nod, and I figured the two had worked together on the garment.
Next came Elisa in sky blue with white swan motif jewelry and tiara. What struck me the most about her, though, was the way the veil and dress shimmered, reminiscent of the way a cool breeze blows across an otherwise calm lake.
Sharon emerged in a stunning gown of gold and black. Very not what one would expect in a wedding, but for her I thought it was the perfect display of her new life, a mixture of the shadows with light I was glad to see she had already healed from her wounds, completely, as not a scratch showed on her exposed arms or shoulders. Her eyes met mine and the joy that showed there made my knees buckle, so that I had to focus on my breathing. I was actually going to be with these women for the rest of my life! Tingling warmth spread through me, my smile wide.
Finally, Red entered, totally surprising me. No red or even black today, but a very traditional white wedding dress. The only sign of her moniker was the red lipstick, standing out strong against the white. Her breasts—already large—were pressed up for full cleavage effect, but in a classy way that reminded me of what a medieval wedding dress might have looked like. As she drew closer, I realized that was exactly what this was, only pristine. Arthur was looking at it with a special kind of pride, and I had to wonder if he knew something of its origin.
The women were soon at the front of the room with us, their maids of honor beaming, streams of gold, green, and other colors of mag
ical light flowing up as they were unable to control their emotions.
My own emotions flooded, eyes blurry, and all I could do was focus on not letting tears of joy come at the sight of my future. Then Mowgli was speaking the words, someone shouted with excitement, and all of them were kissing me, lifting me in the air, and it was over!
Well, not exactly over, because then came the dancing, the feast, the cake and champagne. Chris lit up the dance floor with his witches, me and my wives holding our own but too focused on trying to ensure everyone else was having a good time and on keeping our emotions in check. Plus, I kept glancing over at my parents, looking forward to the chance to get to talk with them more privately.
The moment came as the reception was coming to an end, and as some of the guests were funneling out, my father found me, guiding me to a side room where my mother waited.
“We’re truly proud of you, son,” my father said, and he laughed. “Though, truthfully I have no idea how you managed this whole scenario.”
“You want to join him, find yourself a little troupe of ladies?” my mom asked, more like giving up than anything. “I’m sure I could do well for myself, too.”
He pulled her close, noses almost touching, and said, “Never. All I want is right here, standing in front of me. All I could ever want.”
“I love you,” she said, and he said it back as they kissed.
A bit too much kissing, honestly, but I let them have it.
When they were done, we embraced, and I told them I’d come visit home soon. After some well-deserved rest. When they were gone, I found Elisa with her brothers, Arthur, and Nivian in the back gardens, where they’d created a portal to the Fae world.
“Perfect timing,” Arthur said, gesturing me to come over. “We’ve already said our farewells to everyone else.”
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“We’re able to move back and forth at will,” Arthur explained, an arm around Nivian. “Whenever you want to visit, to see the civilized part of the Fae world, please, feel free.”
