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The Gamer Chapter 1402 – Fluffy Monday Awakens 6 – Many Tools
🕑 Added 2023-03-07 19:12:44 +0000 UTCMounted to the wall was an abomination of cables. John could see a rotated CD player alongside several USB and chip slots all sitting within the same open chassis, their covers stripped and hardware exposed. There even was an ethernet socket in there. Cables connected everything to a custom-made motherboard, loaded with various attached parts that John could vaguely identify. One of his few virtues prior to him attaining his powers had been that he at least knew his way around hardware, having built all of his PCs either with his dad or by himself.
That being said, he had barely any idea how the thing before him functioned. Obviously, he knew that this was a half-finished fusion of various music-playing mediums. To know what he was looking at and to comprehend the way it functioned were two vastly different things. He tried to follow the cables one by one, to see what was connected to what. It was like staring at an expertly arranged server tower. While everything was in order, it was just a tad too broad in scope to be understood without prolonged analysis.
Prolonged analysis for him was a couple of seconds. A time he did not care to take. However Hailey had cobbled this together, it was obviously working. The two boxes at the side, the only truly finished part of the application chimaera, vibrated with the soft sounds of a banjo underlying a song of hearth, home, a happy wife and many children. One could say a lot of things about country music, but one could certainly not accuse it of spreading harmful messages.
As for Hailey herself, the enigma engineer was just a few steps removed. She worked in nothing but her leather bra and thong. Today, those two were of the same clear blue that both her trucker hat and the flag hanging from the wall had in common. The symbol of her state was joined by the US and the Gadsden flag, the three hanging with the Oklahoma on top, the ‘Don’t tread on me’ in the middle and the US flag at the bottom. All were hung up casually, with enough care to imply respect and too little to show veneration. Her coverall and cap hung next to them from a metal bar that had been bolted to the ceiling.
John was distracted both from the cobbled together environment and the sheer beauty of the dirty blonde by what she was doing. Hailey poked her palm with the tip of a sharpened knife and watched her skin give far more than it should have been able to do, before the point finally drew a drop of blood. She swiftly pulled back and sipped a healing potion to seal the wound.
“Is that really the best way to test your durability?” John whined. Even though he accepted that his girls had to go through pain sometimes, to train and to test themselves, he hated it. He felt especially protective of Hailey as she was both human and weak. When Undine cut herself, that didn’t even register as a wound. When Rave cut herself, she would tough that out. When Lorelei cut herself, John declared a crusade on knives.
“No.” Hailey raised a lighter next, holding the flickering flame under her thumb and keeping it there until the heat got to her. A human point in case of the discomfort, John couldn’t see anything besides reddening on her skin, but it had taken much longer for the fire to heat her up to that degree. “This ain’t efficient at all. Got no proper measurin’ tools. I’m just going by feelin’.” She sipped the healing potion again and inspected her thumb. The fire-touched skin settled within seconds. She shook out her wrist and turned around, sitting down on the wooden surface of the small workbench. “I gotta know I can take it if I wanna work like this.”
Hailey gestured at her barely clad form and the many little oil and dust smears that decorated her nubile curves. A particularly wonderful streak of black was running along the side of her tanned left tit. When she shifted, John caught the outline of her tan lines. He really tried his best not to be horny while he was visiting them, but between Hailey being Hailey and the music continuously reporting of the mission to ‘be fruitful and multiply’, his conviction was weakening.
“You seem to enjoy working naked,” the Gamer stated, unable to entirely get his mind off her body.
“It’s hot in here, it’s even hotter working around powah tools,” Hailey drawled and offhandedly pointed at her coverall. “I’m takin’ the borderline heatstroke over cuts’n’burns, but if I can just be that sturdy, that’d be best.” She poked her nipples through the cover of her bra. “These things ain’t fun to have sparks on, hon’. The underwear stays.”
“I didn’t ask?” John wondered, eyes on her cleavage.
“Ya didn’t need to, starer.” Hailey picked up a screwdriver from the table. “Wanna see somethin’ cool?”
“I’m always open to a distraction that puts some blood back into my brain.” John ripped his eyes off her curves and concentrated on the tool she was holding up. It was really just a screwdriver. A hard rubber grip around a metal rod that ended in a X-shaped, pointy tip. Two components that were enveloped in arcane light and then seamlessly pulled apart.
John was successfully distracted, checking the magical phenomenon from multiple angles. The two parts of the screwdriver hovered above Hailey’s palm, like a three-dimensional diagram next to a blueprint in a video game. Slowly, they turned, until Hailey pulled the magic back and the two parts slotted back together, completely intact.
“Guess there’s some magic to your madness after all,” the Gamer analysed. “Since when were you capable of that?”
“I got a tingly feelin’ this morn’n’, figured it out just before ya came in.” She grabbed the lighter next. It took her considerably more effort to disassemble. Ultimately, it too hovered above her hand, the liquid wobbling in the air as an unsteady bubble. That only lasted for a minute, then it all fell to the ground, causing the clacking of several small parts on the floor and dousing Hailey’s hand in a small serving of lighter fluid.
Annoyed, she reached for an oil-stained rag and wiped off the worst of it, while John picked up the various parts for her. “You don’t have a lot of mana,” he thought out loud, rolling the tiny flintstone between his fingers. "I guess you haven’t explored the limitations of that yet?”
“I can tell ya that I can’t do it with stuff I haven’t picked apart before.” Hailey picked up a magic-powered screwdriver. “Like this thing. Never built or repaired one of them mana generators, so when I tried it with this, it just loosened the casin’.”
“Could also be that you’re just not strong enough to meddle with enchanted objects yet… although it is better to defer to the intuition of the caster when it comes to magic, especially the Innate kind.” John rubbed his chin. “Think you could only assemble things?”
They tested the limits of her new power over the next hour. The time spent was primarily sacrificed to her stocking up on her pitiful mana reserves. Whatever the true extent of this power would turn out to be, it already seemed obvious that it would be in support of her engineering genius, not a delayed reveal of her true Latebloomer ability.
There were three functions to Hailey’s magic: analysis, deconstruction, and assembly. Analysis was the state that she had initially shown off, where she took apart something to peer at its components. Useful when it came to troubleshooting. Deconstruction was to end the analysis without an assembly, causing the item to be left in its component pieces. Assembly was both to put materials back together at the end of analysis and to unify pieces into a new whole.
Limitations were threefold. One, Hailey’s mana limited the scope and the duration of what she could or could not affect. Two, Hailey’s Spellpower was too low to affect enchanted items. Three, she could only affect items whose making she was familiar with.
“It’s useful, especially the assembly part,” John summarized his thoughts on the matter. “Not mind-blowing, though.”
“It’s for me,” Hailey disagreed. She wiggled her fingers at a couple metal scraps, trying to get them to move. Little sparks of arcane light bounced between her fingertips and the metal. That was all. She was tapped. Sighing, she sat down in front of John in a large armchair. It was as odd in the workshop as the rest of it. John really felt like he was in a hobby garage.
Then he felt his hands getting grabbed and firmly placed on Hailey’s boobs. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” he warned her and helped himself to two E-cups. His palms glided beneath the leather bra, then to the underside of the weighty chesticles. It was his highest honour to relieve her spine of some of the burden of carrying her large tits. That he played with them by kneading their abundant size was merely his recompense.
“It’s just kinda relaxing to have someone massage the pups. Wonder if they’ll get any bigger once we do the husband and wife stuff.”
“Now you’re playing a different dangerous game.”
“Jane ain’t scarin’ me. Gal loves me too much to harm a hair on my head.” It was a very pretty head with a lot of very pretty hair. There was a swirl at the back where the direction of her roots created a fizzy dark ring. It contrasted with her sun-bleached blonde cascade. It had only become more golden, either due to the magic ironing out any kinks in her genes or just because she was deliberately tanning these days. To maintain that brown and those lines required some sunbathing. “Ya gettin’ distracted?”
“No, I am looking exactly what I want to look at.” John kissed the stained skin of her smooth shoulder, still kneading her boobs all the while. He would not stop until the situation either escalated or de-escalated. The sound of his zipper let him know what it would be.
They groaned in unison, as Hailey impaled herself on the whole length of his shaft. His pants were pulled down barely enough that his cock was free, but he wasn’t going to be the one moving this time around. Loud moans, formed into blissful repetitions of, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” and other such simple depravities filled the room.
Hailey was as directive as ever, leading him to dominate her in various ways. One hand she guided to her neck, the other to her nipple. Soon he pinned her neck against his shoulder, cutting her nipple-pinched screams short. Her cunt clamped around his shaft. Her hips rolled in constant circles, until he gave her enough space to get back to bouncing.
About eight minutes later, Hailey plunged down one last time and fell against him. Both of them were sweaty and she spasmed all over, eyes rolling up as she got creampied. In the middle of receiving his seed, she even squirted over her stone floor. “God, you really love getting pumped full,” John grunted into her ear. He put a hand on her throat again and squeezed. “And you’re getting more masochistic by the day.”
Hailey smirked and rubbed the area between the Lover’s Will mark and her clit. Each stroke put a bit of pressure against his cock. “I like to experiment,” she simply stated, “and I’m gettin’ sturdier. Anyhoo, mind huggin’ me for a stretch?” His arms closed around Hailey before she had finished the sentence. She closed her eyes and purred, leaning back against him. “Feels like I’m a lil’ girl again, totally safe… is that weird?”
“No, that’s what I want you to feel.” John put his cheek against hers and rubbed up against her, like only affectionate partners could. Didn’t matter which part of the animal kingdom it was, simple gestures like that would exist for as long as pair bonding did. “As long as we understand that I’m not your daddy.”
“Nah, ya ain’t half as stubborn – which says a lot about my paw-paw, prideful as y’are.” Hailey moaned a little bit, his cock still twitching inside her. Neither of them minded. Lust and love were difficult mixtures. One was often mistaken for the other. They had crossed that threshold, were beyond the doubt which one was the dominant emotion in their relationship. “It’s just… so nice to… I dunno how to best say it…?”
“To let go, knowing that you’re totally safe,” John finished the thought for her. “That, no matter what happens later, at this moment you’re exactly where you want to be. Even when you move on, there’ll always be someone who can take care of you.”
Hailey opened her eyes and tilted her head slightly, to gaze deep into his. Moments passed, before she managed to form a single, whispered, “Yeah,” and they leaned towards each other. The country singer somehow had the decency to stay quiet, leaving the soft plucking of the guitar to be all that accompanied the meeting of their lips and the locking of their fingers.
“You’re one tough cookie,” he praised her. “It’s never easy to have parents that you have to take care of. To have to do it before you even get the opportunity to get your life in order.”
“High school degree is plenty for me, darlin’,” Hailey joked.
“Well, not like you need anyone to testify what you can do.” John looked at the many half-finished projects around the room. Practically speaking, most seemed complete as far as the functionality went. Only the visuals, Hailey did not bother to put together. “I just want to say that, if I get to be the one that lets you experience that safety again,” he breathed in her scent of sweat and machine oil, “then that’s the highest honour I could ask for.”
“That’s why you’re my man.” Hailey reached up and scratched his head. “Imma keep givin’ ya everythin’ I can until the only person more important than ya comes along… how do ya like Sidney?”
“I have an instinctive dislike of people named after places.”
Hailey ‘Brooklyn’ Brooks laughed and jabbed her elbow into his ribs. “Ya cheeky dick,” she complained, dissolving the tender mood of the moment. The country singer returned at the same time. “I’m gettin’ a divorce.”
“You’ll have to fight me for half my stuff,” John warned her.
“Yeah and I’m startin’ right here.” Hailey raised her magnificent, tanned butt up from his groin and then plunged back down. A ripple and a moan, then a sharp smack to that jiggling, juicy behind. Hailey cried out. “Ya ain’t the first bull I ride, purrdy man. Imma get my half of your semen.”
Half of infinity equaled a cum-leaking engineer on the floor of her workshop.
