Harem Scare 'Em

by Tripp Greyson

  "Welcome to your new life, Fell Tobias," She stated as I climbed out of the machine, "and thank you for collapsing all those annoying potentialities into one."

  Whatever that meant. "Uhhh, you're welcome?" Then I looked around the place. It seemed subtly different, but I couldn't put my finger on the difference. "How long was I in there?"

  "A bit over two weeks. It seems there was more to fix than we initially thought. How do you feel, my handsome lad?"

  That was a good question. I felt pretty damn good, actually. There was a sense of well-being, of maturity, that I hadn't possessed before, with an undercurrent of what could only be sexual excitement running through me. I felt my chest, and it was quite a bit more muscular than before. I could feel stubble on my chest and chin. My belly was ridged. I had fine, fuzzy hair under my arms and between my legs. Everything seemed more mature, with one exception: I was still about the same height I'd been when I entered the autodoc, though I was wider than before. "I feel great! But, um, Aurora? I don't want to seem, you know, ungrateful, but I thought you said I'd gain several inches in there."

  She grinned widely, and do you know how hard it is to look at a happily grinning Goddess without going mad? Then She giggled. Again. And pointed out, "I didn't mean you'd get taller. Look down."

  When I did, it took me a couple of seconds to figure out what she meant, because my feet were pretty big now too, and then I turned the reddest I have ever been in my life. St. Niklas could have used me as a beacon on a foggy Christmas Eve. And of course, because I took notice of it, my new manhood decided to stand straight up. I was impressed, I must admit.

  The Goddess murmured, "Hello there," and tossed me a black cloth that was made of the softest, shiniest material I had ever seen up to that time. Later, I learned it was silk. "Blindfold yourself, sweetie. Make sure it's good and tight, and that you can't see anything through it."

  She was my Goddess, and She was beautiful, and I knew I would do anything She asked without question. Once I had the blindfold on good and tight, and I couldn't even see a speck of light, I said, "Okay, there, my Goddess. As you commanded."

  Did you know light has pressure? I hadn't until then, but I could feel it as She went into full Goddess mode and smiled at me. I could actually sense the smile. The light was cool, though I knew it could fry me if She wanted; and instantly, I realized that She had asked me to cover my eyes so She wouldn't blind me. I felt Her move across the room, and then She said to me, "Fell Tobias, Protector of Worlds, come to me and let me teach you the wonders of physical love."

  "As my Goddess commands!" I shouted. I think that was the one time in my life I actually flew, and She was laughing happily as She wrapped Divine arms around me and bore me down onto the bed I had subconsciously noticed earlier.

  I will not speak of loving the Goddess, for it was nothing as tawdry or lusty as sex, even though it was, and calling it "making love" or "comforting" would be so inauspicious as to shame what we did. I will say that being a Goddess, She had powers beyond those of any mortal woman; and it was a full day before we finally stopped and rested.

  "That did it. Thank you for collapsing the potentialities again, my Fell Tobias," She whispered as She stroked a finger along the bridge of my nose.

  "It was my pleasure," I whispered. "Really."

  That night, the glowing boy reappeared in my dreams. This time he looked at me with disgust and said, "Oh. My. Mother! Thanks so much," then shuddered dramatically.

  Confused, I asked, "What did I do, Little Magic?"

  "What didn't you do, you pervert! Among other things, you forgot to hand me the mind-bleach before your little wigglies reached Mother's Divine Egg! Now I'll never unsee the last eight hours. I'm going to have to reinvent tequila just to get it out of my head. Ugh!"

  "Oops, sorry," I said, gleefully, in my dream. "Not sorry! But don't worry, Little Magic, you don't really exist."

  He raised a pale eyebrow and laughed. "I do now, numbnuts."

  Come to think of it, my bollocks really were quite numb. They'd had a heavenly workout over the past 24 hours.

  Rebound:

  We reached the giant open field where the automotive carriages had once parked before the people who drove them spent a great deal of money at the Faire, pretending to live in a simpler time. I decided we needed to stop at the outer edge before we passed through and into the Faire, and camp for the night. We had a dozen baskets that looked like little beehives ready, and I could hear my children screaming at each other inside the pig, and crying out as they were attacked. I could almost understand what they were saying.

  As we settled in and prepared to extract the pixies, things settled down inside the pig. (I can't believe I had to write that sentence. -- TG.) I had a bad feeling about this; and for some reason, a worse feeling about the Faire, which lay beyond a stand of large oaks, still not visible at this distance.

  This had to be done now, I decided, and definitely before we entered the Faire.

  Especially so when I heard a loud buzzing and a faint but clear, boyish voice call, "Erm, hello out there. Could you let us out, please? We've lost our baby teeth and can't chew our way out. And, um, there's no food left."

  This statement was followed by a whole discordant chorus of "Yeah, let us out!" "This stinks!" "Pixies yearn to be free!" "Hurry up, ya jerk!" and the like.

  What really got me was the little voice that followed after the others had fallen still: "Pleeeease, Daddyman? I hafta go pee and Fil won't stop fartin'!"

  Fil? Who was Fil? Without thinking, I hollered, "Hold on, Icky, Daddyman's coming!" and ordered the ladies to prepare for birthing pixie babies. In a twinkling, every lady on two feet was crowding around holding baskets and the lids we'd woven, Coulter was ready with rags and a bucket of water, and I was using a belt-knife to carve a foot-long slice in the pig's deflated belly.

  A second later, a pair of tiny hands slicked with gore and less-mentionable substances pushed aside the edges of the cut, and a small voice was heard to mutter, "Oh dear, this is just plain disgusting. I do hope there's a bath waiting," as a bright blond head and narrow shoulders emerged from the pig's guts. Big blue eyes blinked in the light. "Oh my. Lend me a finger, would you, Father?"

  In a daze, I stuck out my forefinger. This baby seemed oddly civilized for a child I'd been told would emerge from the host as savage as a rabid badger. The little pixie grabbed on with both hands, and I pulled her out of the pig. Except she wasn't a her, I noticed immediately. That was definitely a teeny, tiny set of wedding tackle between his legs. Unless my eyes were deceiving me, he even had a tuft of pubic hair. "BOY!" I shouted, as I handed him over to Ava, who cuddled him to her breasts, wide-eyed. He took instant interest, I noted. A boy after my own heart. And other organs.

  "Boy?" Slinky demanded. "What do you mean, boy!?"

  "He's a boy. I know a boy when I see one, because I'm a boy. His name is Apollo." Don't know how I knew that, I just did.

  S'linkitha snatched Apollo from Ava, and I heard him giggle, "Oh my goodness, yours are even bigger!" as Bellerophon began to emerge. He was as dark as Apollo was light, and as he opened his red eyes and snarled at me, I saw the two fang-like canines up front that he hadn't shed and never would. I knew he would be a soldier in time, and now he's one of our best. "Boy," I told Coulter as I handed him over. He hissed a little, then snuggled into her mane.

  Later, she told me he'd whispered, "I wish you were my size, Mama." Horny little brat!

  "B for Boy. B for Bellerophon," I told her. By then, Apollo had been cleaned up and put into his basket "bedroom" with a layer of soft grass. He lay spread-eagled on his bed, eyes closed, happy as an oyster.

  C-Boy was a redhead with gray eyes, and he was smiling impishly as he stood up on my hand. "Your name has to be Chaos," I said.

  He bowed and flew on his own to Undine, shouting, "I love seafood!"

  I knew that all my pixie children would be sons, and I knew that in this batch, there were nine. I also knew all thei
r names.

  Dionysus had a curly mop of hair the rich purple-black of ripe muscadine grapes. He kissed my hand as I hauled him out, batting lavender eyes at me, then buzzed around and sweetly kissed his Mamas one at a time—on the lips, no less—before allowing himself to be cleaned up.

  White-haired, yellow-eyed Eros was born with an erection. I suspected he would be very popular among the pixie girls, and probably the fairies too if he ever met any. I also suspected he would go looking if they didn't wander in on their own. He actually tried to nurse on Coulter, but she put an end to that very quickly.

  Filotus, the Fil of Icky's lament, had long green hair over teal eyes, and thought it was great fun to rub his whole eight-inch body on Mama Ava's breasts. She blushed about as red as a bird woman can and made him stop right away.

  Gration crawled out on his own, seeming barely awake. His hair was auburn, almost seeming to give off its own glow, his eyes black as crude oil. Like the mythical figure he named himself after, he was a giant compared to the rest, over 10 inches tall, and proportioned accordingly. He was built like a little Adonis.

  Hermes literally flew out of the birthing slit, disdaining any help. He had a tight helmet of golden curls, and was the hardest to catch. His eyes were pure white, as if he had no pupils or irises at all. Of the nine, he was the least interested in the female form right off the bat—and he liked to bite!

  Icarus was the smallest, at a bit over six inches tall, and he had gnaw-marks on his ankles that stayed with him all his life. If the birthing process had gone on much longer, I'd have had eight pixie boys instead of nine. His hair was fire-orange, spiked up like little flames, and he had bright-green eyes. His skin was paler than that of his brothers, and freckled. My mother would have called him pure Irish. Coulter had to keep making him get out of the bathwater to go urinate. Once relieved, he was a happy little guy.

  Of course, bare breasts make me happy, too.

  To our surprise, the boys mostly turned up their noses at all the game we'd captured and skinned for them. When he first saw the pile of carcasses, Apollo went wide-eyed and shivered, then hugged himself. "Oh my Goddess! How dreadfully barbaric!" he squeaked. "Couldn't you have cooked them first, Father? And where are the vegetables? What about baked goods? I know some of these grasses are grains!"

  So we cleared a larger area and built a small campfire to cook the game. Veggies and bread would have to wait.

  Bellerophon and Gration weren't as picky. They just asked me to cut off a rabbit leg for each of them, and they started gnawing on those, ignoring the blood dripping down their chins. Bellerophon ate the way he looked: like a little vampire, tearing into the meat with gusto. Gration ate like he did everything: with a determined effort to get the job done.

  Soon those two were laying in their beds rubbing full bellies and drifting off to sleep, while Apollo and his other brothers were hungrily watching a couple of squirrels roast over a spit, licking their tiny lips and drooling.

  Rewind:

  Aurora advised me to continue heading north-northwest for a day or two longer, following the eyeway along the main branch of the river, then head due south when it crossed another old eyeway, looking for a place called Hexawachie about 60 miles along. "I have preserved a place for you near there these 24 years," She said, "though I understand you may need to clear out a few recent... squatters." I wanted to stay with Her, but She gently reminded me that humans and Goddesses could not live together safely for long. At best, if She forgot and let Her glow go for even the slightest moment, She might strike me blind. And now that I was unsealed, as She called it, I would be a constant distraction from Her work, which was to find technology that would work in our new world and pull us back out of the Stone Age.

  "You're fully mature now," She told me, "and will have an urge to spread your seed. Think of it as your blessing, or a curse if you must; but for some reason, this is the gift that the worldline merger thrust upon you. You need women, and they need you."

  Before I left my Dawn Goddess, who was glowing gently all the time now and seemed unusually content, She gave me another gift. As if my manhood weren't enough, She wanted me to have another sword (ha-ha!). To my awe and wonder, She reached into a pocket in the air and pulled it out, belt, scabbard, and all.

  "Oh!" I said intelligently as I drew the beautiful steel blade from its wooden scabbard. "But my Goddess, it's made of metal! It will soon fall apart, won't it?"

  "Not this sword, Tobias. Like all the metal you see here, it's made from a special steel alloy. The nanites still active in the atmosphere and soil won't damage it. Neither will any other surviving technology you may run into." She went on to explain, "Also, it'll help keep you safe. From now on, you're going to draw dimensional travelers who want boy children like a skinny-dipper draws mosquitoes, and you'll need some protection. The sword will act as a deterrent, keeping all but the most passionate from noticing you."

  I blushed.

  "Aw, you're so darling! At some point you may end up having to spend most of your time making babies, but for now I don't want you to be overwhelmed. And as a special added bonus, your sword will also repel any cockroaches that approach nearer than two hundred yards."

  "Ugh," we said in unison. We were definitely of one mind about those particular insects.

  Impulsively, I stepped forward and hugged Her, and thought I heard an annoyed grumble deep in my mind, the way I'd reacted as a child when my parents showed affection. I had no idea what it was all about then. "If I may, I would like to call it the Dawn Sword," I murmured into Her shell-like ear. "In honor of my first love."

  "Awww!" She squealed. "You're so sweet I could just eat you up! I might have to take you back to bed for another day or two!"

  NO NO NO! OCCUPIED! Little Magic screamed in my head. There was no doubting it or passing him off as a dream.

  His Mother stiffened. "Oh dear! Eos objects! Already?"

  "It's all right, my Goddess," I said, and kissed Her on the cheek. "He won't always be living there, and I can come visit after he's born..."

  EWW! DISGUSTING! Little Magic shouted in our heads, and my Lady Goddess and I grinned at each other.

  She helped me put on the sword belt, and gave me a deep kiss while Little Magic gagged and pretended to vomit, then patted me on the rear and told me to go find my new home.

  ❖

  It was a glorious morning; I felt better and more confident than I had in my entire life up to then. And when a young fellow is feeling wonderful and cocky, and is in the full flower of his manhood for the first time ever, and has an exciting new toy to play with, his thoughts soon turn to love.

  I wasn't a half-day out from Ivy before I stopped and found a nice, bug-free spot, and, well, not to put too fine a point on it, I began to comfort myself. Frantically. It was over rather quickly, and I ended up fertilizing an oak sapling. There was rather more precious bodily fluid than I had been told to expect, and though I now know why, it rather worried me at the time. That didn't keep me from experimenting more that night. I did not get a good night's sleep.

  The next day, when I stopped for a midmorning comforting break, a demon caught me.

  She walked right through the Dawn Sword's deterrent field and literally caught me with my pants down. Her name was S'linkitha St. Ross, and she had snow-white hair, milky skin, orange eyes, purple stripes, and the second most perfect female body I'd ever seen. She must have been watching for a while, but I only became aware of her when I had finished and lay there, panting for breath, and she cooed, "Oh, my. Not only was your father a racehorse, it seems your mother was a firehose. May I join you?"

  She glided out of the woods, skyclad.

  My eyes practically bugged out. "Why, look at you, young man," she purred, leaning over me and peering into my eyes. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, and I felt a stirring down there that was quickly becoming familiar. "So horny you had to stop in this lovely little glade for a wank. I think we'll fit together well, you and I." She lean
ed down to kiss me, and I was immediately ensnared.

  We rutted like animals for hours before we cleaned up at a nearby tributary. That was fun, too, and that's when I learned who and what she was. Later, as we dressed and secured our gear, she announced she was travelling along with me for a while, as she hadn't quite "caught what she was after." I was happy to oblige, and became quite fond of her over the next two days. She mostly let her body do the talking, and as an old song said, she was a brilliant conversationalist.

  Convergence

  And now here we were, almost home. A month after getting exiled from my hometown, I had four luscious women I considered my wives sharing my manly favors, a fifth whom I expected to join the coven, nine unruly sons, another who would hatch in about seven weeks, and, apparently, yet another who would be born whenever a demigod decided to be born. Not to mention that four of the ladies claimed to be with child. Ava couldn't become pregnant again until after Isaiah hatched.