The Gamer Chapter 1671 – Bird Cat Wrangling (Patreon)

Velka was halfway up the stairs of the plane before she decided to sit down.

John groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had been trying to coax Velka into the machine for the better part of thirty minutes. First he had needed to find her, then he needed to keep getting her attention every step of the way. “You annoying featherbrain,” he cussed out his favourite pet. “Get into the plane!”

“Mreow?” the bird cat looked at his extended finger as if she was the average kitten and not a fully grown chimera with intelligence rivalling the average 16 year old. Granted, the average 16 year old was probably about as compliant as she was.

“Get into the plane, Velka!” John ordered.

Atop the staircase, Rave laughed. “Ya got big ‘get into the EVA, Shinji!’ energy there.”

“Anime has rotted your bra- Do not dare!”

John stepped in the way of Velka slowly putting a foot on the level below her current position. Pulling her foot back, the red-eyed abomination of a pet stared up at her owner expectantly. Her black-white beak clattered, as if chewing something. The implication was clear.

John crossed his arms. His heel tapped on the metal of the walkway repeatedly.

“Just give her some food!”

“It’s a matter of principle!” John shouted back to his girlfriend.

“Velka.”

The simple mention of her name had the Magryph turn her head. Next to Rave, Nia had stuck her head into the doorframe. A simple whistle had Velka gallop up the stairs at all the impressive speed a creature like her could muster.


‘Maybe I should get a few more levels in Tamer to make sure she lives through all of this,’ John considered. ‘Just two more would allow me to train her up to level 150, that would get her out of dodge with most things.’

While he thought about that, he boarded the plane. The stairs pulled in behind him, soon sealing off the mobile hotel from the outside world. John was left standing in a cramped hallway, looking at a loathsome scene.

“Adorable,” Nia mumbled, while rubbing the squishy cheeks of the cat-eared bird head. Velka purred and rubbed the side of her face against Nia’s hands at every opportunity she got. The feathers at the base of her cat tail vibrated infrequently.

“I hate this bird,” John complained.

“No, ya don’t, ya just like getting frustrated.”

“How dare you say something so true?” John scratched the back of his head. “But can we maybe move further into the plane? I don’t like standing in the hallway.”

As they did, Aclysia’s voice came over the speaker system. “Master has entered the plane, meaning we are ready for take-off. Please secure any potentially loose objects in place. Someone hold onto Siena, especially.”

“…I will cut her…” John heard when he entered the main room. The shadow spirit glared at the speaker in the room as if Aclysia’s head was hanging there. “I will actually cut her.”

“If you want to try, do it after we have landed, please,” he requested.

“Such uncouth behaviour,” Siena complained. “Utterly graceless. I ought to remind her of her place.”

“You sure that’s going to work out for you?” Rave asked.

Siena just hissed and moved one of her chess pieces across the board. Today it was her that was playing against Salamander. A swift tap on the chess clock transferred the turn over. Salamander chewed on her lower lip as she thought.

“No,” John told Velka off. The bird cat was eyeing the chess pieces like only a thieving bird could. At least she wasn’t throwing a fit about being in the air. They had taken Velka on enough trips to make her confident that she would be allowed back to her (not so) little hoard eventually. “Come along, and I’ll give you your participation shiny.”

Velka’s understanding of language was a bit dodgy. John liked to say she had the relative intelligence of someone nearing adulthood, but that was him trying to apply a human standard to an animal. Velka was smart in the same way most corvids were smart. It was human in some ways and utterly different in others. For example, he highly doubted that the brain of a Magryph had a comparable capacity for language, but in return was much better at route planning. Priorities for a flying chimera.

That being said, if there was one word that Velka knew, it was ‘shiny’.

Immediately entranced, the Magryph tapped after him as he showed her to an improvised corner of one of the side rooms of the flying hotel complex. A new wall had been installed to create a private retreat for the Magryph where she had her own water, some toys, and a bed to curl up in. Since they were going to try to keep the plane moving along with their expedition, they were also likely to spend the nights in it.

As for why Velka was even coming along, the answer to that was simply her treasure sense. She would be of no help in finding the ruins, but once they had found an interesting place, her species’ ability to instinctively know the location of anything valuable would hopefully let them locate artifacts and such without going through lengthy digging operations.

Velka let out a half-threatening hiss after she had poked her head into her retreat. In her beak, she held a small silver bunny. The Silver Fur hung fearlessly from the mouth of the much larger creature. Unlike Velka, who was a magical animal, the Silver Fur was the soul of a bunny eternalized in mana circuits. How this had been achieved, John would have loved to know. Importantly, it seemed that the process had taken the usual fear responses from the stress relief item.

The reason why Velka was hissing at John now was that this bunny had been in her hoard since they had, together, taken it from the Kingdom of Claryles. “That’s not your payment,” John appeased the Magryph. Even if she did not understand quite what he was saying, she caught his tone and patiently waited for him to pull out an item from his inventory.

It was a flower, forged from a mithril alloy. Its quality was middling. The petals were unevenly shaped and varied in thickness and the overall shape just felt off. It was one of many pieces that Hailey produced to get more familiar with Abyssal metallurgy. John was giving her whatever she needed to that end because he really needed someone that could figure out how to work Fusionals. He would love for her to also be able to work Astrotium eventually, but he wasn’t sure if that was going to work out.

Velka put down the Silver Fur, then grabbed the flower and darted off into her hideout with it. Regarding her as sufficiently appeased, the Gamer then walked away to have his own fun elsewhere.

The flight wouldn’t be too long. 3 hours and 30 minutes tops, which was a more than acceptable amount of time being in the air. It was also ample time to kill in a flight full of nubile lovers. ‘I’m in a private plane with almost 20 loving haremettes,’ John thought to himself. ‘God, it still feels good to think about that.’

There were conversations he could have with the more seriously minded about what awaited them once they landed, but at this point John felt like he would rather use the time to relax before he would have to flex his muscles. With that in mind, he avoided the room where Momo, Beatrice and Claire were currently talking about the layout of the city. He also avoided the chamber in the storage area where the crafting crew was going after work that John was certain was not safe for even an unregulated flight.

John entered the living room of the inbuilt complex and headed straight for the ‘blowjob throne’. He took a seat with an audible sigh and waited for the general reaction. It did not take three seconds for Rave to get on her knees in front of him.

“Looks like my tiger has needs,” she purred as she unzipped his pants.

“Always when I am around you.” John’s eyes roamed her form. She had stripped down to nothing in the little time it took him to get Velka situated. She was gorgeous, from the pink of her dishevelled hair to the thoroughly tanned hills of her ass. “Mhm, is it that time of year again?” John wondered. “Metra can you come over here?”

“Waddup?” the First of Wrath asked, then realized where he was sitting. “Alright then, Master.”

Metra got herself comfortable on the knee padding next to Rave, just as the first of the harem pulled John’s pants and underpants down in one tug. They flew off to the side a moment later, leaving his cock exposed and ready to be worshipped.

“Yeah, this is the best time of year to get double blowjobs from you two,” John gasped, while their tongues lapped up the first drop of precum. Rave was so tanned that her skin had almost the same shade as Metra’s, which elevated the half-sisterly look the two had to its maximum. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

The blunt and heated compliment hit the mark and the two nubile tomboys went at it with increased desire. Following a slight tug by John’s hand on her head, the cat girl of the duo wrapped her glossy pink lips around the tip of his manhood and went down. The ease with which she took him into her throat belied the two years of daily training she had gone through in this regard. Any and all survival instincts that Rave had made an exception for his cock.

“That’s it, suck me off,” he ordered her. Rewarding pleasure began to surge through her nerves, ebbing and flowing with every bob. Vibrations of her moans were swiftly made secondary to the vibrations of her purrs. All it took was for the guiding hand on her head to scratch her behind those cute pink ears atop her head.

While Rave kept on bobbing her head, Metra sat next to her, panting and drooling. She was also getting her ears scratched and the command had also affected her, as per John’s design. Unlike the hypnosis, which worked from their end and therefore needed to be detailed, the commands worked through his intentions. That was why the wolf woman was waiting for her opportunity to suck him off while Siena and Salamander kept on with their chess game.

The vibrations around John’s cock went into a rhythmless interchange of disappearance and intensification. Eyelids fluttered and her cat tail flopped about. Her fingers clenched and relaxed on top of her thighs. She wasn’t playing with herself nor was she one of the women with a sensitive throat. Obedience alone was enough to induce an orgasm.

“Gaia, I love that you can make me feel like that,” Rave sighed, once his cock had popped out of her lips. Gooey strands kept connecting them, until the eager blonde broke them by greedily getting her mouth around his manhood instead. That left his first fiancée all messy from her deepthroating service anyhow. “Just an order and suddenly I can climax from anything.”

“Including just listening to me,” John said and grabbed her by the chin. His thumb pinned the tongue in her open mouth. Her hot breath flowed over the digit as she eagerly awaited the proof of his words. “Cum.”

Rave’s body, barely calmed, immediately went into a new series of shivers. It was her alone this time. Metra was gliding up and down like a woman possessed in pursuit of her own orgasm – which she achieved less because she was sucking him off and more because she made him cum in turn. His thick load spurted down her throat, while he kept her pinned against his groin. Each tensing of his balls was an extension of the orgasm his seed triggered in the willing sex slave.

Afterwards, he let the two serve at their own pace.

“Is Emrik at least happy that you left him one body?” Siena asked out of nowhere.

“I think he’s happy that I left the goddesses, although I was also clear about that from the start,” John answered, then sighed. “Although that won’t appease him much. Not like those three are the most reliable protection force someone could ask for. Eliana needs supervision, Nathalia is not as selfish as she used to be but she will still prioritize our Palace over protecting anything else and Nightingale just isn’t that good when it comes to preventing an enemy force from advancing.”

“Why even bother pleasing that cur?” The shadow spirit made her distaste even more apparent than usual. “A rhetorical question, I know of the situational usefulness he has.” Siena put a bishop forward. “I suppose I am simply frustrated.”

“I won’t lie, I find it pretty attractive when you get frustrated on my behalf.”

Siena spared him a glance and a smile, before Salamander’s swift turn forced her to look back at the board. She turned her head slightly, raised an eyebrow and then moved a knight. “Checkmate.”

“Fuck!” the apocalypse elemental exclaimed. “And fuck you two for talking about Emrik. We’re out of the halls of power, we can finally ignore all of that political BS for a while.”

“Even when we don’t take an interest in politics, politics takes an interest in us,” John told her.

“Said the asshole on the blowjob throne, getting serviced by an ancient weapon and a horny cat.”

“Ya jealous?” Rave asked, between laps.

“A little – I’m as braindead horny as the rest of us.” Salamander waved off. “I’m just saying, we could go for a tone shift.”

“I do agree, actually,” Siena said and stretched, making her large and round breasts rise oh so distractingly. “For all the potential connotations this adventure has, why not indulge in the simplicity of it? Even the Iron Domain ended up being a humanitarian headache.”

 “We’ll see if this ends up any less complicated,” John answered.

He sort of doubted it.