The Missile 5
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 3: Fun and Games, Fire and Venom
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3: Fun and Games, Fire and Venom - The fifth in a continuing series about how the Missile came to be the man we all know.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa GameLit
The BTF’s admin building had eight or ten cars parked out front when we got there. Eric’s truck, sure, he was probably driving Margie around. Probably Matt’s dad, Jim, Mary Pickens, Dr. Subba, who else? One was a Birmingham Police patrol car.
Well, Rick and Ron both came in. Jim had called them in so they could see what-all was involved with Fire Mages practicing. I was sure that they came in a lot quicker when they found out what they had to do. When I asked about the other cars, Jim said there was a car there when they got there this morning, so he’d called the police to check it out.
Since the BTF was state property, it should be the State Patrol, but ... He shrugged. “The Birmingham police were willing to come.”
The car in question had no plates, and the VIN said it had been reported stolen a year or so earlier. So, someone had probably gotten tired of driving their stolen car and just dumped it here. Maybe we should put a locking gate across the driveway out at the street? Meanwhile, it was going to get checked for prints and then towed off to their impound holding lot. Like Mr. Jeffreys’ car.
Okay, so we were sorry we were so late, but some people just can’t stay out of trouble. How did Fire Mage practice go this morning?
Margie, Matt, Eric, George, and Matt’s and George’s fathers were all out exploring the site with Rick and Ron, looking for a good place to throw fire without damaging anything, but Jim had some written notes. Apparently, they had been timing things and verifying that it worked the way we’d been told. In the Portals, Mages got all their Mana back over an hour, with each point arriving one at a time with equal delays. If you had two Mana, you’d get one every 30 minutes. If you had four Mana, you’d get one every 15 minutes.
I had one Mana now. If I used it, it would probably take the entire hour before I got it back. It didn’t matter though, since I hadn’t come up with a way to use it yet.
Here on Earth, it was spread out over an entire day, 24 hours. Or, 1440 minutes as Matt had pointed out. Doing it by minutes made the math easier.
Margie had 19 Mana and her Throw Fire cost her 4, so she could do it four times fast and then once more after about 75 minutes, an hour and a quarter later. After that it took five hours for the next one here on Earth. She’d be able to do it for her sixth time soon.
Matt had 7 and it took 3 for his, so he could do it twice but then he had to wait almost seven hours before his third one. After that it would be another ten hours or so. He was still a couple hours away from his third one.
They would both get more Mana when they got their next Experience level, so they could cast more often. Matt’s Fire would be more powerful but it would also cost more Mana so it might be a wash there. We didn’t know what benefits Margie would get at 3rd level.
Meanwhile, everyone wanted to watch Margie do her thing again when she could, about 2:30 or so. Matt would be able to do it for his third time about an hour later. However, Dr. Subba was there for a reason, so now that we’d finally showed up we were all going to go to UAB and look at our trophies. Once we were done there everyone interested would come back here and continue Fire Mage practice.
I apologized to Dr. Subba for abandoning her this morning, but she said that Jim had looked after her very well. They both smiled at that, so maybe there was something there. Good for them. Personally, I thought that Dr. Subba looked fine for a skinny older woman, but ... Cindy and Nell. Nope, don’t need anything else.
I was going to go looking for the exploring team, but Jim had texted them when we showed up and they came back in before long. Everyone took their own cars, as a lot of us were done once they’d had their trophies measured, weighed, and photographed.
We were a whole gaggle of people, but we parked on the top floor of the garage and Dr. Subba was waiting for us at the security desk when we got down there so we didn’t have any trouble.
We ended up listing what everyone had on a white board just so we could keep track of it all. I had my two ‘honor trophies’ from our first Dive. I wanted them photographed and all that, but I wasn’t selling them. Then, I had “15 Giant Centipede Legs” from our second Dive.
From our third Dive I had 6 sets of “RoUS Paws” of my own, plus an entire “Baby RoUS” saved for Matt and nine more sets of RoUS Paws I’d saved for Eric, George, Matt, and Margie. From yesterday’s Dive all I had was “1 Giant Spider Mouth” from the full-grown one which attacked us before all the fire. After Matt and Margie started throwing fire around, every one that I killed had been previously damaged by one or the other and I couldn’t save anything.
Only me, Matt, and Margie had trophies but we had the whole team there. I had RoUS parts saved that were officially for them as well as Eric and George, and they all wanted to see their trophies before we sold them. Besides, we were going to see if they could save and keep them here on Earth if I gave them back to them.
We’d decided they would each try to take back half of what I’d saved for them. If they could, we’d learned something. Even if they disappeared as punishment for trying something that wasn’t allowed, I’d still have the other half for sale. And, yeah, we’d still have learned something.
Matt had four Giant Centipede legs, seven Giant Spider legs (three of them smaller) and two baby Giant Spider heads. Margie just had five Giant Spider legs (two smaller) and three baby Giant Spider heads. Still, all together written on a board it was a pretty big list.
We did Margie first, because she had the shortest list. We strongly cautioned Dr. Subba and her people to be careful with the heads, as we had verified that their bites were venomous.
None of us had been bitten. However, three of us had been splashed with the venom and I could personally report that it burned like fire, turned my skin black within minutes, and I could tell that I was taking real damage to my health. That didn’t stop until I’d gotten a chance to rinse my arm and hand off.
Oh, on that subject, I had a pair of holes gouged into my shield. Those holes came from a giant spider that was trying to kill me, and I was pretty sure that the liquid seeping out of those holes was more venom that the spider had intended for me. The injection system was probably pretty automatic, and the spider probably didn’t understand ‘shield’ anyway, so when it struck my shield it injected venom into what it thought was part of my body.
That stuff, if they could collect it, I wanted tested as quickly as possible. We needed to know how to get rid of it, because even when it was just splashed on our skin it hurt like hell. We’d rinsed it off us with a water bottle so we knew THAT worked, but what did it take to denature it?
Simple heat? Soap and water? Alcohol? Ethanol or Methanol? We had a bunch of clothes that had gotten splashed with it, that was just sitting in a hotel’s laundry until we found out how to neutralize the poison. Dr. Subba told one of her people to call in a couple more for ‘emergency overtime’ as fast as they could get there.
The lab people set out a bunch of trays and Margie pulled everything out of her inventory. Five legs, two of them smaller because they were from babies. Three heads from babies.
Those spider legs ... bothered me. The heads didn’t, really, which was weird. What were the legs gonna do to me? It was the heads with their hollow venom-injection fangs that were dangerous.
Everything got measured, weighed, photographed with a little number-card in front of it. Dr. Subba and her crew got to poke and prod it all, then it all went back in Margie’s inventory.
After they got things cleaned up again, Matt pulled all his stuff out. His four “Giant Centipede” legs looked massive next to his seven “Giant Spider” legs, three of which were ‘baby giant’ legs and two ‘baby giant’ spider heads. It was all the same as what Margie had just shown them and the two Giant Centipede legs I’d given them, when? A week ago or so. Sometime. A century ago.
Speaking of which... “Dr. Subba? Can you tell us anything yet about the things we brought you last time?”
“We are not yet ready to publish our findings, but there are things we can say. The big thing is that the four items you gave us were all sterile. The only life-forms found on any of them were those that float in our own air here on Earth. Those were almost certainly collected after you returned to Earth.”
“They were sterile inside, too, which concerned us. For the larger lifeforms here on Earth, when the body dies it takes a long time for all the individual cells to die, but when we opened one of your speciments up everything we found was dead. We immediately checked the others, and they were the same way. We’ve been wondering if they were never really alive and just animated somehow, or if they really had been alive and maybe sterilized somehow. Perhaps the act of being stored in your ‘inventory’ did that.”
“If that’s the case, our worries about alien illnesses may be not needed. If whoever set those Portals up is making sure that no illnesses transfer between worlds, then we don’t have to worry about it. It is far too early to believe that, though. We must keep looking for viable alien biota.”
“Also, Sam, we found no foreign lifeforms in your blood, either. Every human has signs in their blood of their body’s constant fight against bacteria, viruses, and other biota which are trying to eat us. Your blood had none of that. You also have no signs that we could see of cancer, poor diet, or any other common medical conditions that we see every day here. You are, as the saying goes, ‘disgustingly healthy’.”
She looked around at the rest of us. “If you don’t mind, we would like to draw some blood from each of you, both the ones who enter the Portals and those of you who do not. We want to know if Sam is unique, or if all of you Weapons are the same way. I will sign a document that says that there will be no charge for this, as you are donating it to the University for medical research.” She nodded at Nell for that.
Nobody objected, so she pulled her phone out and called someone to draw blood samples from about a dozen people.
I looked at Jim. “Is this a way you can conclusively establish whether a person is a Weapon or not? The State Police may want to test that guy I threw out of that seminar a few weeks ago. Doctor, does that make sense?”
Jim said “I’ll ask them.”
Dr. Subba said “Yes, definitely. We live in a world that is full of microscopic bacteria, viruses, and other biota which are constantly trying to eat us. Our bodies have defenses, but we never completely win. There are ALWAYS parasites and pathogens on and in our bodies. We want to do all sorts of tests on your body that you would never allow. We are thinking about asking the PRA if we can examine the body of any Weapon who dies here on Earth for any reason.”
Eric pointed out “I have been asked to help the police more than once, to detain someone who was suspected of a crime and believed to be a Weapon. That might be a good way to establish it one way or the other.”
Jim repeated “I’ll ask them. That might be a great way to get the State Patrol on our side, if we can help them with things like that.”
Her team got done with Matt’s trophies, and we started on mine. I asked them to collect whatever they could from my shield, first. They cleared a table and put a large tray on it, and I pulled my shield out while I held my left arm above the tray.
It was still pretty solid, but it was showing some wear and tear. The metal band around the edge was fine, it was just scratched some, but the central whatever-it-was pretend wood was beginning to get gouged up. I showed them the two new holes on the ‘business’ side, and said “A Giant Spider made those two holes, and I suspect that the liquid coming out may be venom. I have no idea how you collect it.”
One of the lab guys who were looking at it with gloves and face shields on said “It sounds like it’s water soluble, which makes sense if it is supposed to be carried in your blood. We’ll try pure deionized water first, and if that doesn’t work I’d suggest trying saline. Dr. Subba?”
“Yes. Room temperature water first. If that doesn’t work warm up the saline some but no higher than 40 degrees.”
She must have expected some of our looks because she told us “Celsius. Normal body temperature is 37 degrees Celsius. 40 degrees should help thin it so it flows without denaturing it.”
She looked around at us. “These giant spiders are arachnids, yes? Cold-blooded? Or do they maintain their body at a set temperature like mammals and birds?”
I don’t remember exactly what everyone said after that. We all had to admit that we didn’t know. George pointed out that it just never occurred to him that he should snuggle up to one while it was alive and trying to kill him, to see if it was warm or not.
Eric said “And we can’t take infrared thermometers in, either, they won’t go. No electronics is allowed.”
I added “Yeah, I tried to bring in a mechanical camera with a flash this last time. I put it in my pack and forgot about it. It didn’t go with us. Nell found it on the grass after we went in. Jim, did I ask you about mechanical cameras? I guess there can’t be a flash, but there used to be cameras that didn’t have flashes and were completely mechanical. Maybe one of those could go in with us.”
“I’ll check.”
Matt suggested “How about a big garden thermometer, that you can set outside and read through a window? Would that work?”
George thought that was a great idea. “Yeah! We kill something, then cut a hole in the side and stick the thermometer in it while we’re cleaning up after the fight. It’s for science!”
I said “That really sounds like a job for our medical staff.”
Cindy added “Yeah, I can do that. Whenever we want to check something’s temperature I’ll pull the thermometer out of your butt where we store it, do the test, and when I’m done I’ll put it back where it belongs.”
Nope. I shook my head. “We’ll have to work on how to do it, but other than storage it sounds like a good idea.”
Margie had “There used to be thermometers that had the scale you read inside, but the bulb was at the end of a long tube so it could be outside to get the temperature. Maybe that would be better than sticking the whole thermometer up Sam’s butt.”
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