Chapter 4: And So Much More...

[The healing, when Branch would spend as much time as necessary to heal me after torturous “adjustments” using the Nectar Cycle and it could go on for hours, maybe days]

Well, at least I knew I wouldn’t run into my ego cats again now that Fern explained things to me. But I had to feel some disappointment knowing my whole time transitioning was guided in the background by my sister nymphs. Yet they knew I would probably screw up and I did. GAWD being a god was complicated.

We rounded up my friends and all sat down to discuss what was going on. I knew Rose knew the entire time what was happening. At least that’s what I believed. She was a goddess by birth for sure. I wasn’t mad at her. She was awesome and I loved her as I did my sister nymphs.

Now the question of Dweedember and our serial number had to be addressed. I never wanted to lose them now after I’d messed things up in the realm with the balance issue which had to be addressed. But if they were left to go back and be eaten I would kill myself with that agony. God or not I wasn’t made of that kind of insensitivity or cruelty.

[I knew how Fern would really like to get even with me for being a dumb guy with a horny dick passion for girls]

Fern addressed them with our problem, told them it would be taken care of if they were coming to planet Earth with us. They didn’t ask what would happen to them. They didn’t express worry about their future. They weren’t wired for that and assumed whatever befell them was destiny, the luck of the draw. They probably thought they’d be eaten on Earth.

They broke my heart with their willingness to give up because their souls were eaten away by cruelty, born to it. I cried and hugged them. “I will always take care of you both. It’s what I do.”

[I envisioned them back on Earth just giving up, thinking they would be attacked by all, including nymphs and humans and accepting that fate]

Fern just smiled at me gently with a sigh. “We will transition soon and get our journey over with. As long as we are ready, mindful, things will be fine,” she said. I felt the air of disappointment she had toward me. I ached to have caused her that trouble.

I still wasn’t attuned to the transition thing, how it worked, didn’t understand and traveling, the concept, was inked in my mind since youth as an arduous thing, long hot road trips. So, even transition, the fact Fern had to “travel” to come get me, to set me straight on breaking rules, was an act of work for her in my mind. I felt bad.

No, it really wasn’t at all a big deal for her but my long parochial past, rules and punishment, reared up and guilt flogged me in the Boiler Room of high school as we were saddled with that fear for breaking rules.

The vice principal was a big guy, loud and certainly cruel, dressed in black robes with a reputation for meanness. If you were condemned to the Boiler Room it meant you were taken to the basement, into the bowels of the school and stripped naked, held down by restraints present while Father, the mean one, removed his thick belt and gave you lashes, how many depending on his whim for your infraction.

I had a brother in law who had been taken down several times and his hatred for that overseer was deep. He was scarred for life, never recovered mentally and he left my sister with four boys to raise on her own. That same priest, hated, was the one who through his intervening recommended I be allowed to attend college in a small institution in Hawaii and that changed my life for the positive. I was forced to have a love/hate relationship with Father Mac Mean guy forever. Life is not fair, except once in a while.

[This is what I would liked to have done, “Yes Father Mac Meanie this is the Top Goddess Branch I’ve been fucking because she needed my grace (gizem) to save her from real annihilation, REALITY, not the ethers of faith, SO THERE; OH, and thanks for getting me into that college in Hawaii”]

Maybe that helps explain how I got where I am now.

But I still hated that parochial overtone infecting my psyche for life. And yet it was part of my early training for the dairy experience, through the tortures and love I became endowed as a god of Nature. “Fuck me, yes!”

“What?” asked Dweedember. Suddenly I broke out of my day dream as I realized somebody was pulling on my penis directing me to follow as we were walking back up that trail retracing our steps from before. I said no more but just followed as if I was being taking to the boiler room. I was already stripped naked, ready for the flogging I deserved. Yes, I would never really gain the self worth other people were allowed since birth. I had a lot in common with Dweedember and Serial Number.

Killed and eaten, yeah, I could relate to that.

[Young Fern, long before I knew her, she the sister of six not yet in trouble for their unwarranted, illegal altruism]

[Fern, giving me her look, the look I got while in training and most of the time regardless unless I was giving her an orgasm, sweet Fern

“Quit feeling sorry for yourself!” came that familiar voice. Fern was the one pulling me along by my penis like the livestock I was. “You have to pay the price in life, work, to qualify to become a god. Not an easy road for sure but necessary.” I sighed. Books, I thought, could be written about this shit. “It’s not shit and you aren’t either,” she demanded reading my thoughts.

I just let out a deep sigh and followed.

“Rose, you other two,” Fern announced. “Before we transition at the top of the ravine we are going to fuck this character with a four, no five way fuck he’ll never forget. He won’t stop feeling sorry for himself. It’s because he’s a guy. He can’t help it. Yeah. Right. Huh girls? What do you say.” “We are ALL in for that,” said Rose. “I dibs his anus!” “Okay, who’s going to fuck him? It won’t be me. He just fucked me a bit ago.” There were moments of silence and I waited for either Dweedember or our serial number to chime in. “I will!” I heard a voice from the rear a ways and we looked back. There was No One coming along in a hurry. “No Fern, NO!” I yelled. NO, not my ego again, please! That was too painful. Please you guys. You don’t hate me that much do you?”