The Missile 3
Copyright© 2026 by Zen Master
Chapter 3: Skills and Stats, Problems and Practice
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 3: Skills and Stats, Problems and Practice - The third 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
“What?”
“I have four skills now. I have ‘Mace’ and ‘Shield’, of course, and I got ‘Goal-Oriented’ earlier. That’s the Portal System’s version of me always knowing where north is. When we’re in a Portal I always know where the goal is. Now, I have ‘Collection’. It’s level one, and it lets me store non-magical parts from defeated opponents. Maybe Matt has it, too.”
“Do you still have all your stuff, those paws and legs and all?”
“Yes, my inventory has four items. I have two machetes, four RoUS paws, one unidentified tooth, and 17 Giant Centipede Legs.”
“R-O-U-S?”
“That’s how it has those paws listed. R-o-U-S with the ‘o’ in lower case. They are from Rodents of Unusual Size.”
“Oh, right. Well, good. We’ll have to check everyone else’s inventory when they come to our house this afternoon. Anything else new?”
“Well, I’m not ‘Blessed’ right now. It’s not a problem, but it always makes me feel good. We should try that sometime, when we’re in bed.”
She hit me. Why does she always hit me? “Is that all you think about?”
“Well, actually, whenever I see you or think about you, yeah, that’s pretty much at the top of the list.”
“Focus, Sam. Your points!”
“Okay. One to Speed, then one to Strength.”
That really didn’t take long at all, to someone used to using computers. Mentally select ‘Speed’, and a sub-menu comes up. The only option is “Add point to Status Item?” with two buttons ‘Yes’ and ‘No’. I selected ‘Yes’.
The menus disappeared. Now I had one point to use, and my Speed was 7. I did the same thing with Strength and it went up to 9. After that, it showed a ‘0’ for Points.
Sam McGowan, Heavy Footman: Level 1 (57/1000) Status: Normal Points: 0 Strength: 9 Force Multiplier: 1 Agility:7 Endurance: 8 Pain Resistance: 1 Speed: 7 Intelligence: 6 Health: 21/21 Mana: 0 Skills: Mace: Level 2 - Use a War Mace in combat Shield: Level 1 - Use a shield in combat Goal-Oriented: Level 1 - Know where you are going Collection: Level 1 - Store non-magical parts from defeated opponents Equipment: Bonded Heavy War Mace - +Steadfast when using Banded Wooden Shield, damaged Money: 16 Inventory: 4/100 2 brass machetes 4 RoUS Paws 1 Unidentified Tooth 17 Giant Centipede Legs (#Steadfast: +1 Endurance, +1 Will Power)
I felt a little woozy, but that didn’t last long. I’m not sure I felt any stronger, but I felt better, more able to react to whatever happened.
Cindy said “I felt it! Your muscles changed. I don’t know what it was, they didn’t get bigger or smaller but they changed somehow. Then, they got a little bigger. I felt it!”
She spent a couple of minutes running her hands all over me. It wasn’t sexual, but it still felt pretty good. And, yes, any time I saw her or thought of her, I wanted to have sex with her. Cindy was beautiful!
She thanked me for waiting until today to use those points. She didn’t know how it would affect me, and she didn’t want either of us to get hurt last night if I was ‘off’ a little. That made complete sense to me.
I gave her some time, but our parents were still on the patio. They were watching us, but they were far enough away that we could talk quietly and no one else could hear us.
“Cindy? Last night you said something when I rolled up that t-shirt to help you be quiet, something about your grandmother. What was that about?”
She stopped running her hands over me. “Sam? Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure you want us to stay together? I can’t talk about that if we aren’t going to stay together.”
“Well, I’m only 16. We’re both still really just kids, but yes I’m positive. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re a nice person, and you seem to like me. Yes, I’m sure. I am willing to ‘forsake all others’ for you.”
“Then, we need to make love as soon as we can. I don’t want to get pregnant, though. We can try using a rubber, but I don’t think that will work. Sam, the women in my family have a problem. It’s probably genetic. We ... belong ... to whoever takes our virginity. We don’t have any say in it. We just ... belong to whoever it is. Ever since I started becoming a woman I’ve been terrified that I’d get raped by someone, and then I’d belong to whoever did it and have a miserable life.”
“That’s horrible!”
“Sam, I want it to be you. You’re a good man. I made that decision when you risked your life to save me. I want you to make love to me and make me yours, before something happens and I end up belonging to someone else. Once we do that, my Grandma says that she knew the instant she felt Grandpa jetting inside her, I will be yours forever. I won’t be able to leave you.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t just a scam a horny teenager was running so she could get laid. If it was true, though ... I needed to ‘jet inside her’ before anyone else could. Losing Cindy to a rapist? No, the bastard wouldn’t live any longer than it took me to find him.
“Do your parents know?”
“Mom does, of course. I don’t think she has it as bad as Grandma does, though. Mom will tell Dad when he’s wrong. Grandma had it really bad. Grandpa treated Grandma like a slave. She wouldn’t complain. He could do anything he wanted to her and she’d accept it. If anyone asked her about it, she would reply that she WAS his slave, and if he wanted to tie her up he was going to tie her up. I don’t think I’m going to be as bad as Grandma, but I’ll be worse than Mom.”
I didn’t know what to say. “How much does your dad know?”
“He knows that Mom will argue with him when he’s wrong, but she always gives in if he insists. And he knows that Grandma, Mom’s mom, was ‘WAY too devoted to her husband. And he knows that Mom and Grandma are worried sick about me and Sally. He didn’t argue too much last night, when I promised him we wouldn’t go all the way but I needed to stay with you. Um, uh, Sam, my love?”
“Yes, Cindy, the center of my life?”
“I don’t want to be tied up. If you want to tie my Grandma up, that’s fine.”
“Why would I want to tie her up?”
“Because she needs a man to belong to and Mom doesn’t want to share my Dad. If you take her in, she’ll be your slave until one of you dies. She’ll do whatever you want, when you want. You can do whatever you want to her.”
“And, if I’m marrying you, you’re bringing this up, why?”
“Because she needs a man to belong to, and we don’t want her to end up with someone who will abuse her. Besides, you need more than I can give you. That’s both right now and in the future. I need us to make love once, to make me yours forever. After that, well, I’m not ever going to say no to you, but I’m not full-grown yet and we really should finish school instead of starting a family anyway. Even after we graduate, you shouldn’t ever have to go without just because I’m sick or tired or pregnant or at work or something. If you accept Grandma as yours, she’ll take care of you whenever you want. I won’t mind that, she’s no threat to us. I just want you to make me yours first, before you claim her.”
I was pretty much stunned by what Cindy was telling me. I mean, I like all those stories on the ‘net about submissive women and the men who owned them, but none of those stories were real, were they? How the hell was I going to explain this to Mom and Dad?
Cindy got my attention again and told me it was time to see how I did walking around. Oh, yeah, we were doing something.
We got up and walked around some. Cindy held onto me, like I might need help walking. Everything seemed easier. When we got back to the picnic table I picked up one end. It was wooden and pretty heavy. I could do it, I’d done it before, but it was heavy.
This time it seemed a lot easier. Okay, I’m stronger than I was before. I wasn’t sure how to test my ‘Speed’, but when I mentioned that to Cindy she laughed and said I was talking noticeably faster than I used to. I needed to slow back down to the same speed I used to be, or people would constantly want to test me for drugs.
Oh. Well, it didn’t seem any faster to me. It was more like I was at my normal speed and she had slowed down. I’d noticed that while we were walking around.
Still, having trouble with my new speed and strength sounded like a great excuse to get Mom to take me to Cindy’s house this afternoon. She really needed to talk to Cindy’s mom. And, probably, Cindy’s grandmother and Cindy herself, too.
I’d let THEM explain the situation to her. There was no way I was gonna try that. Mom would laugh me out of the house and tell me I needed to stop reading so much garbage on the ‘net.
Elaine was up by the time we went back in, so Cindy and her dad got to meet her again before they left.
I spent the rest of the morning washing my clothes and my armor. And finding that check so I could give it to Mom. About 12:30 Mom drove me over to the Jeffreys house. Elaine said she didn’t want to go, so Mom let her stay home. Of course, that was after I pointed out that there would be no one there except us ‘Weapons’ and some adults, as it was supposed to be a training session. No, she wasn’t interested in that!
Our whole team was there, plus Jeff Ostwald. And Doug Spruill, the black 15-year-old from Gadsden’s south side who also got a spear. And Ginny Anderson, the Fire Mage who had been in the second session back at Gadsden High. Jeff had brought Doug, and Cindy had called Ginny.
Sally was out there with us, too, just to see if she could keep up. Anything Cindy could do, she could do better! Or, at least she’d be able to by the time she was Cindy’s age ... You don’t say ... I couldn’t help but smile when I heard her say that.
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