Action Pack 14: Like Father, Like Daughter

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, etc. contained within this
story all belong to paetrasslave and may not be used in other
media without express permission. Why anyone would want to, she's
not sure.

This story is sexual in nature with many preferences and
depictions on display that will probably offend many people.
Anyone under 18 or possessed of an easily offended mindset should
leave now. For everyone else, that's probably all the reason you
need to stay.

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Synopsis: Jein's life gets even more bizarre as the stranger
identifies herself, and reveals the disturbing true nature of the
strange cult Jein's been fighting.

	Jein's ribs ached again from the scuffle with the trolls. She'd
kind of been hoping more crazy shit could wait until after
coffee.
	Crazy shit. What did that even mean anymore?
	The snake thing seized a parked car with its upper tendrils and
then tried to smash them down where Jein and the others stood.
Jein grabbed the girl with the purple hair close to her and
jumped as far as she could, and the car crashed down a foot from
them, bits of glass and debris slashing her back and legs.
	"What IS that thing?" Jein demanded.
	The girl looked up at her with frightened eyes. It was a long
second before she answered. "It's a crawler, it woke up from the
power of my appearance...help me, daddy!"
	"I'd need a hell of a weapon to take on something that big,"
Jein whispered. The girl pressed something into her hands. "What
the hell?"
	It was a black circle of metal about a foot across. At least, it
looked like metal, but it felt more like lightweight plastic.
"It's a force ring," the girl hastily explained. "It works like a
shield and like a boomerang--"
	The crawler gave out a squeal like metal on metal and Jein
jumped to her feet. "I'll figure it out! Go!" The girl scrambled
away even as the crawler grabbed at Jein with two of those long
metal tendrils. She raised the ring toward the first and the claw
slammed into it, and, astoundingly, was stopped. It pressed
against a rippling field of blue light in the middle of the ring,
and Jein dodged away from the first tendril and raised her new
weapon again to block another punch.
	She heard a scream as the claw pressed against her shield, and
saw the crawler reaching out for the girl with its bottom right
tendril. As it did, Jein could just make out the smallest gap in
the sections of armor plating of the tendril...and tossed the
ring at it as hard as she could.
	The ring hummed, surrounding itself with power as it flew
through the air and lopped off the crawler's arm. It dented the
asphalt where it landed and thrashed back and forth horribly for
a few seconds before going still.
	That got its attention. The monster aimed its three remaining
claws at Jein and a laser beam flew from each one. The force ring
whistled back into her hand just in time for her to deflect one,
but the crawler shifted its aim and another beam clipped her
shoulder and tore through her shirt while the last burned into
her shin.
	Again the crawler fired, clipping her other shoulder painfully
and singing away the cloth on her side with another blast while
she blocked a third aimed at her face. She was unmindful of a
cool breeze blowing across her suddenly exposed cleavage; she was
getting nowhere like this. If she stood around trying to block
shots for much longer the thing was just going to overwhelm her.
Jein had to get this monster on the defensive and fast.
	She threw herself toward the crawler as its claws started to
shimmer with another barrage. The crawler tried to swing them
down to hit Jein as she ran toward it, but she crouched and
jumped, then gouged the edge of the force ring into the crawler's
throat. As she'd hoped, a ribbon of blood started to seep from
its scales. At the same time the crawler let out its metal on
metal cry again then suddenly lurched forward and started to fall
to the ground, trying to crush Jein underneath it.
	As soon as her feet hit the ground Jein threw herself to the
crawler's right and got out of its shadow just before it crashed
down next to her. She threw the force ring and sliced off the
other tendril on that side
	The crawler rose again and aimed the tendrils it still had at
Jein, but she ran to her left to keep out of their reach. Beams
shot past but didn't come anywhere close as Jein jumped,
somersaulted over the crawler's tail and threw the force ring at
the back of its head with all her strength.
	The edges of the force ring seared with blue light suddenly as
it lodged itself in the back of the crawler's skull. The gigantic
serpent let out its metal scream again, sharper than ever before
but quickly fading to a gargle before the monster crashed to the
street again.
	Jein waited at a safe distance to see if it was playing possum,
and even threw a sharp piece of debris at its still open eye to
be sure. Satisfied it wasn't getting up, Jein sighed and sank
against the wall of the nearest building, amazed at how exhausted
she suddenly felt. The night hadn't been THAT intense.
	Suddenly the girl was beside her. "Uh, dad? I don't really
remember what the laws are now, but your bra's kinda hanging out
all over the place."
	Jein waved it off. "I've got a badge to show if anybody
complains."
	The girl scratched the back of her head, and even though they
were in the shadow of a building Jein could swear she was
blushing. "Yeah." She hoisted herself onto the crawler's back and
climbed to its head where the force ring was lodged. As she did,
Jein couldn't resist staring.
	She had an athletic build, and not athletic as in slender. Her
arms and legs were thick with muscles, and her back rippled
through her outfit as she scaled the crawler's neck. That purple
hair of hers was cut short, but done up into rows of little
spikes atop her head. Her chest was less developed than Jein's
own, but her face was slightly broader, stronger.
	Athleticism aside, she had a bit of a punkish look to her. There
were three barbell piercings in each eyebrow, a half-ring through
her right nostril along with a dull chrome stud beneath her lower
lip. Jein wondered if the girl took after her mother, whoever
that was.
	"Hey," Jein called out. "I know there's probably a lot of stuff
you can't tell me, but what's your name?"
	The girl paused in her climb and looked down at Jein.
"Samanasia."
	"That's a pretty name," Jein said, minimally aware of the sound
of approaching sirens.
	"Thanks," Samanasia replied. She yanked the force ring out of
the crawler's head then climbed back down its massive corpse.
Five floating cars, lights glaring, skidded to a stop on the
demolished street and disgorged a group of people in blue
uniforms who scrambled out.
Mist emerged from the mass of officers and knelt by Jein's side.
"Are you all right?"
	"I'm fine," she answered, but then Samanasia was on her other
side and helping her up.
	"We have to talk, daddy. Now."
	With a tired sigh, Jein nodded. If she waited for the cops to
get there she could be tied for hours explaining what happened.
Even why she had no shirt on.
	Mist nodded, saying nothing. Jein turned back to Samanasia,
who'd raised her hand up and then pulled it down, opening a door
in midair. Warily Jein motioned for Samanasia to go first, which
she did, then followed.
	On the other side was a medium-sized gray room, completely
devoid of furniture or ornamentation. There were panels in the
walls and even in the floor that looked like they were the doors
to compartments or some such. The only thing to break up the
monotony was a green half-sphere in the ceiling about the size of
a basketball and with sparks dancing inside to provide light.
	"Look," Jein began, "I'm going to need more proof than you
knowing my name before I believe--" Before she could finish,
Samanasia pressed a fingertip to the purple kiss mark still
unblemished on the side of her neck.
	"That's still there when you send me back," Samanasia explained.
"Granddad gives you a few more later. In more intimate places..."
	"Oh yeah?" Jein asked. "Do I need to worry about anything
happening to him?"
	Samanasia smiled. "Not him, her. And I can't say."
	"Right, but you did have something super-important from the
future to warn me about," Jein said. "Well, let's start simple.
Can I call you Sammy?"
	"You do," she said with a nod.
	"Okay. And I guess you can't tell me who your mom is, or how it
works that I'm your father."
	Sammy shook her head. "Sorry, daddy. You said not to," she
replied sadly, glancing at Jein's cleavage out of the corner of
her eye.
	Jein nodded. "So...what are you here for, Sammy?"
	But Sammy didn't answer the question. Jein didn't prod her, a
little unsure of what to do. When Sammy finally broke the
silence, her voice quavered. "Daddy..."
	"What's wrong, Sammy?"
	"Everything!" she shouted, then sucked in a long, loud breath
and covered her face for a minute. "I'm sorry, daddy. I have to
be strong. That's what you said."
	Jein nodded. "I hope I'm the kind of parent who says things like
that to their kids. But...maybe we should go over what brought
you here, Sammy? Like, how far in the future are you from?"
	"Yeah, right, we should," Sammy sighed. She waved her hand and
two compartments in the floor opened and two chairs popped out.
She motioned for Jein to take one, which she did, and she sat
down in the other.
	"I'm not supposed to say when exactly, daddy, but by then,
things are REALLY bad. You know that weird cult you were fighting
last night? Well, they're a lot more than just a cult, they're an
entire species. By my time, we've just found out that they're
able to combine their life energies into more powerful gestalts
under special circumstances.
	"Those special circumstances can be synthesized, it turns out.
They'd been doing that in secret for a long time, and a little
before you sent me back to warn you, they started attacking all
the major civilizations on Akton. Their leaders were powerful
enough to do most of the work against our armies themselves.
	"We were able to find out that it was around now they were
beginning to combine. A couple years ago, relative to my time,
scientists found how to let people travel through time by
`disassociating' them from the progression of events, so you sent
me back to warn you and stop the Many before they could get so
strong..."
	Jein nodded as she processed it all. "The Many, huh? Did I come
up with that?"
	Sammy smiled almost imperceptibly but shook her head. "We don't
know who did. We use it because it's not just limited to the
elves, trolls, orcs, humans and whatnot you probably already know
about on Akton. Other planets are having the same problems we are
by the time you had me come back to warn you."
	Curiously, Jein regarded this girl claiming to be her child.
"That's weird, I didn't think Akton was talking to any other
planets. Guess that changes sometime between now and then?"
	Sammy sighed and nodded. "Mostly over their own problems with
the Many, unfortunately."
	"Well if you're here to make the future better, let's get
started," Jein said. "Is the warning all we need?"
	"No," Sammy replied, and with a snap of her fingers another
compartment opened. She reached in and produced an armload of
notebooks and a case holding the rectangular portable memory
units computers on Akton used, and had a carrying case in the
other. "These have information on how to detect where the Many
have their `unification centers'. You told me to give it to your
superiors now, so there'd be a chance of stopping them from
getting so powerful in our time..."
	"Did I tell you what to tell me about where I got this?" Jein
asked incredulously, but took the load from Sammy, wondering if
she was really ready for this level of hero-ing.
	Sammy shook her head. "No, daddy, but you did tell me something
to tell you. Something really important. It's to remember how you
felt about all this back at the beginning."
	Jein shrugged. "I'd better make sure Liberator hears about this
stuff, and I'll keep that in mind. Can you send me back to my
house, Sammy, or does it have to be where we were?" Without
Samanasia having to move at all, another portal appeared beside
Jein, and through it she could see the Devyre estate.
	"Hey, Sammy?" Jein asked as she was about to go through. "Maybe
you can't answer this, but...your mother and I, are we still
together when we send you back?"
	Slowly, she nodded. "Yeah, daddy. You are."
	"Thanks for that, Sammy," Jein stepped, and stepped through the
portal.

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	As soon as Jein reappeared she heard a gasp before a voice
thundered, "YOUNG LADY!!"
	Aunt Namiel set down her book and bustled over to where Jein
stood. "What in Materyss's name do you think you're doing
parading around like that?!" she shouted, and Jein couldn't help
but wince. Aunt Namiel hadn't even noticed that she'd appeared
out of thin air, and had glommed onto how she was topless but for
a dirt-smudged bra, it seemed. "You will not walk around my house
like that!! Get dressed this instant!"
	Jein scurried away with her daughter's delivery pressed against
her chest and her tail between her legs. Had the night been that
long, that she hadn't thought to have Clarice grow her a new
shirt before being sent back? She ran right past the study where
Cathallis looked up from her book in alarm, spotted her topless
twin and ran after Jein.
	A minute later Jein was in her bedroom, but waited until
Cathallis had entered behind her to shut and lock the door before
flopping onto her bed with a tired sigh. Cathallis took a seat
next to her and stroked Jein's face with those long, delicate
fingers of hers. "Is everything all right?" she asked gently.
	"It's been a hell of a night, Cath," Jein said.
	"I sort of imagined, with you running around the house with just
your bra on," Cathallis smiled softly with amusement and Jein
couldn't help but relax a little despite the night's events when
she saw it. Cathallis moved one hand down Jein's belly and
stroked at her abs. "Mmmm, you're getting so hard down here. How
many sit-ups do you do a day?"
	Jein grunted tiredly. Originally, she had hated "grinding" to
get strong and learning how to actually defend herself. After a
while she'd found satisfaction in the work and pushing her
limits. But Jein didn't know if she particularly cared for having
such a hard body when it came to lovemaking, something she had no
intention of cutting back on.
	"So, Jein?" Cathallis asked, a slightly expectant tone creeping
into her voice. "Were you hoping for something in particular when
you got home?"
	"Huh?"
	 "I mean...," Cathallis said, gesturing at the lacy red bra Jein
on, and was only noticing the color and patterning for the first
time. Cathallis lifted the waistband of Jein's shorts enough to
confirm her panties were the same.
	"Clarice always does stuff like that," Jein replied. "She's
always hoping it'll improve my odds of getting laid. Just in case
I run into someone who likes me. To make them think I was
planning this if they see what kind of underwear I have on."
	Cathallis laughed and cupped her twin's cheek. "Well, you never
need to worry about that here." She unbuttoned Jein's shorts and
started pulling them off. Jein looked over at the pile of things
she'd taken from Samanasia on the table, then groaned and dialed
Agent L's number.
	He answered on the first ring. "This had better be important."
	"Queen of Blades reporting in, sir," Jein shivered as Cathallis
licked her bare shoulder and tried not to let it show in her
voice. "Have you by any chance heard about a giant cyborg snake
showing up downtown?"
	"Do you happen to know anything about that, Miss Devyre?"
	"Yes sir, and it's a strange story, one I'm still figuring out
myself."
	A moment passed. "I'll see you in here at 1:30 sharp."
	"Yes sir." Then she hung up.
	Cathallis wrapped her arms tighter around her sister's middle.
"So...maybe you've got some time?"
	All of a sudden Jein rolled over and pinned her twin to the bed
by her wrists, getting a surprised yip out of Cathallis. "Cath,"
Jein answered. "I'm going to take your dress off now."
	"Okay," Cathallis said, a distant, dreamy look in her bright
yellow eyes. The dress's fastenings popped open easily, and Jein
shivered as she pushed it down and exposed her sister's bare
shoulders. Cathallis looked exactly like a princess should, Jein
thought. She was beautiful, shapely, soft-skinned, and had the
longest and most luxurious hair Jein had ever seen. Someone she'd
gladly fight a dragon and scale a tower to rescue. And Cathallis
was completely still as Jein pushed the dress to her waist, then
raised her legs up just enough to get it the rest of the way off.
	The undergarments Cathallis had on that day weren't terribly
different from the ones Jein found herself in. Dark purple with
lace, with matching stockings and garter. Bra cut low in front to
show off as much cleavage as she could. That was nice. Jein
didn't like the garter belt, as it got in the way of what Jein
considered a perfect navel. But, easy enough to fix that, and she
did...
	In seconds Cathallis lay back on the bed in nothing but a soft
blush on her pale cheeks as she looked up at her older sister.
For what seemed like forever Jein could do nothing but stare. "I
don't care how messed up this is supposed to be," she whispered,
and Cathallis smiled softly.
	Slowly Jein parted her sister's thighs and leaned in to even
more slowly pass her tongue over Cathallis's vulva. Already there
was a touch of the heady scent of arousal in the air, but
Cathallis held perfectly still as Jein passed that tongue over
the pink folds again. Jein's strong hands stroked over the front
of Cathallis's waist before sliding down and around to take
Cathallis's buttocks in her hands.
	The soft flesh slipped between Jein's fingers as she squeezed
and kneaded Cathallis's backside. God, it hadn't even been two
days since the last time she and Cathallis had done this, but
after a few more minutes of molesting Cathallis's skin it was
like she hadn't up all night fighting monsters and still hadn't
had breakfast. All she could think of was her need for her
sister. One finger tapped against Cathallis's pucker, and she
finally squirmed and moaned. Jein was about to wriggle her finger
up inside her sister but Cathallis squeezed her knees around
Jein's head suddenly.
	"Jein, come up here please. I need to kiss you, right now,"
Cathallis whispered. Jein climbed up until she was face to face
with her sister and eagerly indulged Cathallis's request. Their
tongue tips danced together for a few seconds before they slipped
their arms around each other's shoulders and lay breast to
breast. They gasped and giggled happily. A few minutes later Jein
felt that warm trickle of milk flowing down her breasts that
sometimes accompanied her arousal.
	"Oh, look what I've done," Cathallis said with a coy little
smirk on her face. "I've gone and excited you." Then suddenly she
jammed two fingers up inside Jein's folds. Jein gasped and
stiffened, then pumped her own fingers inside Cathallis's snatch.
	Jein closed her eyes tight as her arousal climbed to a peak. "I
love you, Cath," she whispered.
	"And I love you," the dark-haired twin smiled, then cried out as
she couldn't take the stimulation anymore. Jein echoed her cry a
second later, and the sisters collapsed to lay side by side in
each other's arms.
	But as she drifted into a doze, Jein's final waking thoughts
were of stalking angrily away from Shana.

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	The door slammed shut, and Shana rubbed at her eyes with her
palms. They'd let her get a few hours' sleep since the last round
of questioning, but when were they going to be satisfied and let
her go home already? Hadn't her night been crappy enough without
being dragged into an interrogation room and grilled for two
hours straight?
	She'd been ambushed by terrorists, or cultists, or alien
invaders, or some damn thing, and stuck in a tube. Then she'd
been saved, and of everyone in the Free Territories it could've
been, it had to be Jein Devyre. Who had apparently started going
to female strip shows and fighting crime in black pleather. With
a naked felkin for her sidekick, for god's sake.
	And now Shana was sitting in a room waiting for somebody from
some other branch of the government to come in and ask her "a few
more question" about what she'd seen and what had happened to
her. These people who'd showed up in her family's fields were
some serious threat to royal security, apparently, and everyone
wanted to know every little thing she might have seen no matter
how minor. She'd seen a lot of monsters and her former best
friend in a mask and clingy catsuit. That was about it.
	But there they were again, those three words that had been
popping into her head over and over since last night. Former best
friend. When had she started thinking that? When had it become a
non-option to make the trip to town and look Jein up? Shana was
the one who knew her friend's real name, after all. She was the
one who had a prayer of tracking the other down (Even though Jein
eventually managed it. Somehow).
	Shana sighed and poured herself a glass of water from the
pitcher they'd left just have something to do while she waited
for her next interrogator to arrive. She already knew when she
could no longer face Jein. When the façade she'd been looking at
for years had melted away and revealed the woman Jein Devyre had
always been underneath. The woman Shana had always known she was.
But Shana hadn't seen it in years. She'd let herself forget, and
she'd become a woman with needs herself...
	She thought about all the questions she'd been asked about what
she'd seen in the terrorists' base, trying to see if there really
was something she might have forgotten. The harder Shana thought,
though, the more the only thing she could see was the look on
Jein's face as she vented her frustration at Shana avoiding her
and questioning what she'd been up to, and saying she was better
off without Shana.
	Damn it, she needed to get home and have some real sleep. Not on
a stiff cot in a military base meant for someone a foot and a
half shorter.
	The door opened and Shana braced for another round of probing
questions, but the thin main who entered only told her, "You're
free to go, young lady."
	"I thought somebody else was coming in to ask me things."
	"We can go over the recordings if we're unsure of anything," he
said. "And the gigantic woman who was brought in with you is
getting very loud in her desire to collect her daughter and
leave."
	Shana gave a sigh of relief. If nothing else, she could look
forward to a good sleep.

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	After one precious hour's worth of recovery from her session
with Cathallis and a quick shower, Jein made her way to the
nearest entry point to the weird network of elevators and tunnels
used by the royal agency to which she now belonged. Tucked under
one arm was the case of blueprints and memory units Samanasia had
given her. She'd glanced at some of them but hadn't been able to
make much sense of the machinery they detailed. If she were back
playing Action Pack, this would be the quest item she gave to
somebody to start the next step in the plot line.
	Although if these weren't everything Sammy had promised, Jein
could probably look forward to being kicked out of Legion Beta
and arrested for stealing the queen's omni-outfit that she still
wore.
	On her way to Agent L's office she took the long way through the
base, past the long row of training rooms she was learning the
beginnings of being a super-agent. Her and Mist's names were
still near the bottom, and someone called Wisp had been number
one since Jein joined the agency, but if she lasted the day she
figured she could topple Wisp in a few more years.
	Jein had to stop a couple before she ran into someone who could
tell her where Agent L actually kept his office. The clerk who
told her had an apologetic look on his face as he gave her
directions, clearly not envying her a face-to-face visit with her
superior. After another elevator ride and going down a few halls
she found herself in front of a plain metal door with the letter
L painted on it. She knocked, and it opened by itself.
	Inside was a moderately large office with a desk with three
computer monitors on it, but presently it was darkened and Agent
L was standing facing the back wall where eighteen other monitors
hung. Most were blank but a few showed faces of various people,
and not all of them human. Jein saw two men, a woman, a
red-furred dog-person (cankin, as they were more properly known),
and something that looked like a yellow eyeball in a tank of
fluid. L glanced over his shoulder and said something Jein
couldn't make out before the rest of the monitors went dark.
	"You're early, Miss Devyre" he said.
	"I was taught that was the polite thing to do."
	"Come in and have a seat, then you can tell me all about what
happened this morning," L said, gesturing at a chair in front of
his desk. As he seated himself behind it the lights switched on
automatically.
	Jein took a deep breath and steeled herself for a story that
sounded kind of ridiculous even for a world with vampires,
dragons and superheroes. "Well sir, I was out getting breakfast
after last night's mission when the creature appeared, attacking
a girl who claims...she claims to be my daughter from the future,
and the creature, a crawler, was awoken by her arrival."
	Agent L just nodded. "And why was it that she needed to reach
you so badly?"
	"The, erm, organization we were scouting last night, and the one
that captured you before, sir? According to her, they're not just
an organization, they're an entire species, called the Many. By
her time they've become extremely powerful and aren't menacing
just the Free Territories but societies on other planets. She
came to try to warn us in time to stop them from destroying the
queendom."
	Agent L betrayed no reaction to this story. "And why didn't you
stay around to report this to the authorities?"
	"Sammy, that is to say, the girl saying she's my daughter, took
me away to explain herself without interruption, sir. I reported
this directly to you to avoid delays on taking whatever steps we
can to prevent this disaster. She gave me a supply of information
to help us."
	"Let me see that case, Miss Devyre," L said. Jein handed it
over, and he spent several minutes looking over the documents and
plans inside. After a few minutes in silence he looked up at her.
"You know, Mist reported you being at the site of the attack, and
leaving in the company of a girl claiming you were her father.
And who was impossibly close to you in age."
	"So you're a little more inclined to believe a wild story like
that?"
	"I would be if you could produce this girl so that we could
verify her relation to you."
	Damn it, Sammy hadn't given her some way to get in touch if she
needed to. "I'll see about--" Jein started to say, then there was
a flare of white light. It only lasted a second, and when it
cleared Samanasia was standing by her side.
	"You were looking for me, I believe, Agent L."
	He nodded shortly. "You're Miss Devyre's daughter, then. From
the future. What do I call you?"
	"My name's Samanasia, but most people call me Sammy."
	"Well, Sammy, I'd appreciate it if you'd submit to a biological
panel so that we can confirm your identity and have some basis
for pursuing your claims," Agent L informed her.
	Jein stood up. "I'd like to be present, sir," she said.
Samanasia touched her on the shoulder.
	"It's okay, daddy," she said. "They won't hurt me and you've
hardly slept. I'll be all right."
	"I...all right, Sammy," Jein sighed. "Let me know as soon as
it's over."
	Samanasia nodded. "I will, daddy. Go get some rest."
	Jein left.

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	But she didn't go home. Even as her eyelids start getting
heavier and heavier she found an exit that let out near the
Temple of Amoril. If anyone could answer a burning question she
had, that's where she'd find them.
	There were no prudish old women waiting outside the building
this time, and Jein had no energy to deal with them anyway. She
walked inside and a pretty young nun in a purple robe approached
her. "Hello, how may we help you today?"
	"Hi. I'm Jein Devyre, I really need to talk to Sister Brynn."
	"You look as if you need a good night's rest more," the nun
said, but she added, "I'll see if she's busy. Please feel free to
have a seat while you wait."
	Jein leaned against the wall with one hand instead, afraid of
falling asleep before she could get some answers. A few minutes
later an older nun came in. Jein recognized her face, and the
very top of the elaborate body tattoo peeking out the neck of her
robes. "Well, Jein Devyre. I'm sure you've been busy since your
last visit," she smiled.
	"You have no idea. Can we talk somewhere private?"
	"Of course, of course," Brynn said as she ushered Jein into her
small private chambers. A sweet smell invaded Jein's nose as soon
as she was inside. "Care for some peppermint tea? I just started
a pot."
	"Please," Jein replied and flopped into a chair. A minute later
Kaneska Brynn put a pleasantly steaming mug of the sweet-smelling
tea in front of her.
	Brynn asked, "What's so urgent, my child?"
	"Well, maybe you heard about a giant snake-thing showing up in
town this morning?"
	"I heard something to that effect, yes."
	"Well, that was a monster trying to kill this girl. Said she
came back in time to prevent the queendom from being wiped out,"
Jein explained.
	Brynn nodded for her to go on.
	Jein did. "And she says I'm her father."
	"And?" Brynn prompted her.
	"And, have you ever heard of anything like that? Daughters of
Amoril fathering children?"
	Brynn touched her fingertips against her forehead and chuckled.
"What?" Jein asked.
	"A girl came to warn you about the future, and that's the part
that worries you?" Brynn asked.
	"People are working on stopping the war part right now," Jein
said. "I want to know how I'm supposed to be anybody's dad
with..." She waved a hand in the vicinity of her vagina.
"...this."
	Brynn stifled another laugh and answered. "All right, Jein, all
right. Yes, as a matter of fact accounts have come trickling in
over the years of Amoril's daughters fathering children with
other women.  By maintaining intense concentration during the
lovemaking, at the moment of climax a daughter of Amoril is
supposed to be able to transfer a portion of her vital energy to
the womb of her partner and result in conception."
	Jein took a swig of tea and breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh.
That's...good to know."
	"I'm curious to hear what you thought it might mean, my child,"
Brynn said, curious but not pressing.
	Jein couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, but answered. "I
grew up thinking I was a boy, sister. I was thinking it might be
something to do with that, and...I was hoping it wasn't."
	"Ah, you prefer your true sex," Brynn said.
	"I really, really do, yes."
	Brynn smiled and rang a bell by the door. "Well, sounds like you
can rest easy now. I'll have one of the sisters show you where
you can sleep for a while."
	One of the nuns helped Jein lurch down the hall into a long,
narrow room with a row of simple beds. She curled up in one out
of the light, and was asleep almost the second her head hit the
pillow.

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Later Jein felt herself stirring in her sleep, and was
immediately aware she wasn't laying in the small bed in the
novices' quarters in her father's temple. The air was thick with
some kind of clingy, soothing scent her sleep-deprived brain was
failing to identify and two soft but agile hands were cupped
around her breasts.
"Mmmph...dad?" Jein mumbled, wondering if she'd been brought to
her father's celestial palace again.
A giggle was her first answer. "The only one of those here is
you."
"...Sammy?"
"Yes, daddy," the visitor from the future said, and gave her
father's breasts a playful squeeze.
Jein moaned, then asked, "Mmm...'m I naked?"
"Yes, daddy, you are," Samanasia answered with a soft smile.
"Naked as the day you were born." She hugged closer against
Jein's back, and Jein could pert nipples pushing against her
back.
"...'n yer naked too?"
"Yes daddy," Samanasia pured into her father's ear. "And you know
what? The whole time I was standing there naked while they ran
all those scanners over me and recording me from all those
angles? I just pretended I was back home and it was a normal
weekend night."
"...so I don't just have sex with my sisters, I have sex with my
kids too," Jein mused. "Not really surprising."
	Samanasia kissed her shoulder. "Yes, daddy. All of us."
Sounded like she'd started a hell of a family tradition.

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And looks like Action Pack is back! Sorry for the long lapse
between last one and this one, just felt the need to spend some
time away from the project. Now I'm feeling better and not in
such a rush to get to a certain point as I was before, which is a
good thing, believe me. Hope the secret of Jein's fatherhood
wasn't too much of a letdown, for those who might have been
expecting something else.

Also, this is me  acknowledging that Jasami is my most popular
character and needs more screen time. Now that I've got this
going again, she'll get it. Promise. Thanks for reading!