A God Called Bruce Pt. 03

Kia turned up straight away. She got her scratchies from me and Marge and started to munch her cherries.

You want Marge to know about me? it rang in my head.

Only if you want to Kia, I will never betray you. The choice is yours.

I knew the little shit was snooping around in my head and Marge's. There was no need to explain, so I didn't bother. Marge was unaware of what was going on. She rummaged around in the wine cellar and came back with a bottle of champagne. It was the right temperature when she poured it; perfect. The Gods love doing shit like this.

Tell her, prompted Kia, tell her everything. She is very smart and can be a big help to you, if you let her. Don't worry about her telling anyone about me, she won't.

Having obtained Kia's permission I told Marge about Kia's involvement with the Fates and how that had prepared the way. I told her that no one else was to know about Kia's true nature.

"Your secret is safe with me," she said, scratching Kia behind the ears.

"I know," said Kia. I mean, she was actually speaking, the little arsehole. No telepathy this time. Plain speech. She licked Marge across the face and disappeared.

"Thanks for clarifying this," said Marge. "It changes little, except to say that your involvement is part of a larger picture. There appears to be some orchestration here. Whoever or whatever is doing this, it is a power a lot higher than even the controllers of the Fates. Kia features in this in a big way. It was her that opened the hearts of the fates to love and affection, it was her who sent Lachesis to you. Without her actions none of this would have happened.

"Nevertheless, the upshot of it is the Fates are no longer what they were. They have discovered love and affection and passion, but above all self determination. By taking them out of their constricting environment and having sex with them you kind of introduced them to Women's Lib. They are no longer the unquestioning slaves of their masters.

"If I were you I would only meet them outside this universe from now on. You don't know what hornet's nest you piss in if you do things with them here. Out there you are a lot safer."

The champagne was finished by then. I didn't feel like another bottle. Neither did Marge by the look of it. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Afterwards Marge snuggled up to me while I was having a cigarette.

"You are a cocksman, if ever I've seen one," she said. "There is something different about you though. Remember, when you first fucked me in front of Zeus. It was only supposed to be a root but it was so much more. Once you were inside me it felt as though you really loved me. I wasn't just a fuck, I was a lover. You have an immense capacity for love, the real thing, not a pretence to get into someone's twat.

"I know others feel the same, Lil, for instance and Hera, if I am any judge of character. You love us all, even the Fates. You fuck us because you feel love for us, not to get your rocks off. That is why none of us are jealous. That is also why we all love you. You are no different with the men, you won't fuck them, but you love them and they know it, even grumpy, old Zeus. I want to come with you."

"Where to Marge?"

"Anywhere. Out there - Captain Kirk."

I had no idea the Gods watched Star Trek. I was touched. Marge would be a real asset, smart and loyal, what else could anyone want. I didn't have to think.

"Warp five Mr. Zulu."

"Does that mean I can come tomorrow?"

"Welcome aboard Marge. Will that interfere with your other duties?"

"Lil can handle Shagger's Paradise on her own now. As to the hen parties, there will be fewer of them from now on. I never liked them much anyway. I want to be with you tomorrow when you call Lachesis."

"What for?"

"I want to welcome her and make her feel she is not an outsider. I want her to feel she is part of the gang."

"Won't you be scared like all the others? It seems to be part of the deal."

"I'll get over it. I really want to meet her and do does Panacea. She is another one who will stick to you like glue. Panacea is no fool, she knows on which side of the bread the butter is.

"And now - do we go to sleep or do you feel like another orgasm?"

Another orgasm it was.

***

Kia woke me up licking my face. Marge was in the kitchen, I could hear her and smell her cooking.

"You are doing well taking Marge along. You, Marge, Panacea and Iaso will complement the powers of the Fates very well. Between the seven of you, you can accomplish much."

"Me alone with six females? Are you nuts?"

"Females build universes, men are sometimes a useful addendum. That's all."

Before I could give a smart answer the little shit disappeared. It pissed me off no end. Fancy being called a sometimes useful addendum by a fucking deer, even if it was fucking magical.

I was still fuming when I joined Marge in the kitchen.

"Would you say I am nothing more than a sometimes useful addendum in a female controlled universe?"

Marge put one foot on a chair, spread her legs and pulled her snatch wide open with her fingers.

"Stick your addendum in here and I'll tell you how useful it is."

How could I be angry at any of them? I burst out laughing, The anger was gone. Those tarts had taught me another lesson: Don't take yourself seriously.

It was called for.

There was a time when I thought kippers for breakfast were a serious aberration. I had long come to terms with the fact that, on the odd occasion, the Brits could knock up a halfway decent meal. Marge proved it again. It made a wonderful change from Bruce's food.

They were all assembled when we got to Bruce's place. Bruce was being a proper prick. He walked up to Marge, grabbed her by the twat and said: "Now cough, Darling."

Marge obliged and Bruce showed a bit of come on his hand, saying: "Yep, she got fucked."

Everybody was laughing, but before Bruce could clean his hand Panacea came up to him, grabbed his arm and licked his palm clean.

"It was him," she said, pointing at me amongst gales of laughter. I guessed the universe was still teaching me not to take myself too seriously.

After the laughter died down I told everyone that the expedition was to leave in one hour. I asked Vulcan over for a special briefing.

"You are the pilot again. Leave in exactly one hour and go to the primordial planet. If everything goes right Marge, Lachesis and myself will be there to be picked up. Get Hestia before you leave, she needs to be with, us as you know."

"Vulcan gave me a military salute and said: "Aye aye, Captain."

"Will you stop this shit Vulcan? This is not Star Trek."

"Spoilsport, I was going to have a uniform made up for me, now you killed it. I thought it would be fun us all being in uniform going into warp six."

"You are a hopeless romantic. Perhaps it would be fun. Ask the others what they think of it. If you are all for it I'll go along."

"Aye aye Captain. Warp six it is, Sir."

I had to laugh. Before Marge and I went to the Granite ledge I briefly told Bruce what was happening and that Marge had asked to come along.

"Good," he said, "This takes a load of my mind. I know I have to stay here for now, but Marge going with you is the next best thing. She will look out for you. Good luck."

Minutes later Marge and I were on the ledge. Marge had never been here and she was ecstatic. The blanket, some of the beer and the snacks I had brought for the picnic were still there. The beer was still ice cold and the food still edible. Sometimes God things are better than human things.

"Is that where you fucked the Fairies?"

"The Fates, Marge. The Fates."

"I like Fairies better, I shall call them that from now on."

We could hear her laughter before she materialised. Marge went up to Lachesis, put her arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"Welcome, all three of you. I am Marge."

"We know who you are. Why do you call us Fairies?"

"I figure a fucked Fate becomes a Fairy once the cherry is gone. Besides, it sounds so much nicer."

Lachesis separated into the three sisters. All three stared at Marge.

Marge grabbed the blonde, kissed her cheek and said: "Who are you?"

"I am Clotho."

"So you must be Atropos," said Marge, grabbing the last of them, giving her a resounding kiss on the cheek. "Welcome, sisters, I can see we will have a lot of fun together."

"We do not know what fun is. Will you show us?" Lachesis appeared very confused about the reception they were getting.

"You have come to the right place. This poor excuse for a roaming cock and I will show you the meaning of fun and of happiness. Relax sisters, you have just entered paradise."

"You are full of bullshit," said Lachesis, barely suppressing a grin.

"Of course I am. Bullshit is half the fun. When I was a young Goddess an old pervert I didn't like tried to grab me. He slipped on a turd, hit his head on a brick wall and knocked himself out. Only time ever I got saved by shit. I've loved bullshit ever since."

The three Fairies cracked up, laughing loudly. The ice was broken. Lachesis hugged Marge and said: "You'll do! Sisters!"

The two Fates melded into Lachesis just before our space vehicle arrived. We entered and sat down. I introduced Lachesis to Hestia, Panacea and Iaso. Vulcan didn't need an introduction. I thought he might be a bit reserved but Vulcan hugged Lachesis and kissed her cheek, welcoming her to the venture. Panacea sat next to her and tried to engage her in conversation.

Lachesis was subdued but I could see she liked the attention she was getting.

Vulcan took the controls and shortly afterwards we were orbiting around the space station.

"That's the place," said Lachesis when she saw the picture on the screen. Endora guided us to an air-lock next to the hospital. We docked and as soon as we were inside Lachesis took the lead and said: "Follow me."

Only minutes later we were inside a structure that looked like the medic bay in the compound. It was a lot larger though and was designed to accommodate hundreds of people.

"This is what we have come for," Lachesis said. "Your answers are behind this door." She pointed at a door ten feet to our left.

Panacea and Iaso made straight for it. The rest of us followed Lachesis into a separate area with tables and chairs. We sat down and Marge was doing Bruce's honours. Beer, food, the works. Marge grabbed Lachesis and Hestia and sat at another table. Soon there was a champagne bucket and the obligatory smoked salmon and Beluga caviar on tiny pieces of French crusty bread. There were two extra chairs on the table and we soon saw why. Lachesis split into three and her sisters sat down with the others. Apparently Vulcan and I were not invited.

"Hen party?" Vulcan queried.

"Obviously."

The hen party didn't take all that long. Panacea and Iaso returned and announced they were ready to commence treatment. Hestia and Vulcan went with them and I was on my own with Marge and the Fairies. Marge conjured up an enormous wrestler's mat on the floor, covered it with satin sheets and pillows and lay down on it.

"What's the matter with you," she said, "aren't you going to join in?"

Like an idiot I said: "What for?"

"Because there are four of us and only one of you. How are we going to have fun if we sleep in separate beds?"

Evidently she was setting us up for a clusterfuck. By that time Atropos already had her tits out.

The things I do to keep the ladies happy. I would just have to sacrifice myself – again.