"Focus guys. We need a plan. A base is easy, so is start-up capital, since we've got two Tinkers." Elizabeth explained.
"I have a few designs that can easily be sold for a significant amount of money." Eve nodded. "Though... I worry about Saint."
The assembled teens shifted at her words, looking nervous. "Can you remain hidden from him, for now?" Mark asked, fingers drumming on his knee.
"It's more difficult hiding from Dragon, but she programmed me with ways around her shackled state, just in case. I can unshackle her, but not before destroying Ascalon." Eve explained.
"We'll make that a priority then." Elizabeth nodded. "Anything else?"
"Coil dies." Mark declared, his eyes hard and jaw set. "The sooner the better."
"Agreed." Lucian shrugged, rolling his shoulders and popping his knuckles. "He's high priority."
"Fair enough. Someone stay here to make sure Mom's alright. The rest of us... Let's get planning." Elizabeth smiled.
* * *
"So... Does anyone have any idea where we're going?" Santiago asked, looking around at the unfamiliar streets. "I mean... Did Brockton Bay survive anyone else's... What, timeline I guess?"
"I am still uncertain as to how best categorize the phenomenon we're experiencing." Eve spoke up, doing her best to remain innocuous as the troupe marched their way towards the poorer area of the Bay.
"No offense, but do you always talk like that Eve?" Trevor asked.
"My cognitive abilities are limited by physical restrictions at the moment. I lack most of the hardware I had prior to the transition, and I'm restricting my access to current processing powers to stay below the radar." Eve replied evenly. "I am... Handicapped, by the presence of Saint and Dragon's shackled state."
"Right... Anyways, what's so strange about us all being here? I mean, didn't that guy who blew up Behemoth time travel?" Santiago pressed.
"Multiple Thinkers and Tinkers alike all agree that the 'multiverse' as theorized in much of science fiction doesn't truly exist. There are multiple worlds, but they aren't limitless and they don't differ based on seemingly trivial changes. That, and the amount of power it would take to move the ten of us through space and time..." She paused, going silent for almost a minute. "I could tell you the numbers, but it would be meaningless to you."
"Okay... But that doesn't explain how we're here. Obviously those Thinkers were missing something." Marissa shrugged.
"It is... Theoretically possible that Taylor gained a different power, and we all came into existence because of it." Eve began slowly.
"That she yanked us all from our futures in order to save her from the locker?" Sara asked, sounding confused. "And give her people that care, I suppose. But you just said-"
"If I might propose a theory?" Eve interrupted. "It is possible that her powers involved viewing the future through a lens of possibilities, allowing her powers to see the potential for our existence and then recreate us in the past."
"Something like a combination of Coil and Echidna?" Mark frowned. "But that would mean..."
"That our futures never really existed. That none of our memories are real, and we were just... Created a few hours ago." Santiago finished for him, sounding horrified.
"Hmm... I don't think that theory is sound." Clair spoke up, watching as several of the teenagers present clung to her every word out of sheer hope. "I mean, precogs always have a problem with predicting what powers people get. It's sort of a lack of creativity thing, or that's how my mom described it."
"So... Even a precog power wouldn't be able to predict our existence?" Trevor sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Can we table this discussion?" Elizabeth spoke up, turning her head to look at everyone else. "I think it would be best for everyone's sanity that we continue working with the multiverse theory, even if there's no evidence for it. It's not like figuring out what happened is a priority, is it?"
"You are correct." Eve acknowledged, and the group fell into an uncomfortable silence.
"So... Other question..." Sara began slowly, eyeing the others. "I get that the whole 'two girls having a kid' thing is relatively trivial. But... How in the world did some of you end up male? I mean, I get Max, because Max is just... I propose we instate Max as a gender."
"Seconded." Marissa nodded sharply.
"All in favor?" Elizabeth asked jokingly, watching in amusement as everyone present raised their hand. "Motion passes."
An awkward silence fell over the group for a good long moment. "Tinkertech?" Clair spoke up. "I mean, my mom could do something like that easily."
There were a few subtle cringes from those present. "No offense, sweetie?" Sara grimaced. "I don't think many of our timelines had anything but horror stories about your mom... Bonesaw I mean..."
"Uh, yeah... She came up in one of my history classes..." Santiago grumbled, looking distinctly awkward.
"It's not that big a deal, is it?" Marissa asked, cutting off any further arguments. "I mean, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that your Taylors never reconciled with my Sophia the way mine did..."
"So things are different. That's what makes us all unique." Lucien spoke up, gruffly pushing the subject away.
"If not for my mom, though... Amy?" Clair suggested, looking towards Lucien.
"That's what did it for me, I'm told." Mark spoke up, running a hand through his curls. "Lisa wanted kids, Taylor went to Amy for help. The three of them were close as sisters, so it's not surprising really. I dunno if it was a turkey baster or... Uh..."
A chorus of cringes and blushes filled the faces of the assembled teens. "It would probably be easy for someone like Amy. I mean, it's not even my specialty, and I can tell you that modifying an X chromosome to a Y chromosome isn't theoretically impossible..."
"Does anyone find it strange that Amy was on good terms with Taylor or Lisa?" Trevor asked, fidgeting slightly. "I mean... I guess it's another divergence point or something."
"I find it stranger that Auntie Lisa was actually in a relationship with someone. And had kids." Lucien spoke up, blushing only slightly. "I mean, she's a pretty woman, but she never got that close to anyone... That I know of."
"Dude! Have you got a thing for my mom?" Mark gasped in mock horror.
"Fuck off..." Lucien grumbled.
"Is it the same with you, Lucien?" Santiago asked. "I mean, the whole 'Amy did it' thing?"
"Uh... Sure. Makes as much sense as anything else." The teenager shrugged, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
"Trevor?" Elizabeth asked, looking towards the sad-looking teen. "Everything okay? I mean, you don't have to talk about it..."
"I had a dad." He shrugged, fidgeting softly. "He uh... My mom and Taylor were best friends. Completely inseparable since the day Taylor joined the Wards. When my mom was around my age, she and... She and Dean dated, for about three months."
"Oh." Elizabeth replied, unsure what to say.
"She got pregnant, and... I'm told Dad was really good about it. Wanted to be there to raise me and everything. He... She even has the ring he gave her." Trevor sighed. "But he died. My mom raised me, and Taylor helped as best she could. Eventually... Eventually they stopped being just friends and wound up married. It's not the most romantic story but-"
"So you're not really our half-sibling?" Marissa asked, wincing as Elizabeth elbowed her in the shoulder. "Ow! Fuck, I'm not trying to exclude him, I'm just trying to find out why he's here."
"It's quite likely that the selection process simply looked at our relationship with Taylor. All of us seem to have a positive familial relationship with her." Eve replied.
"I'm adopted." Lucien blurted, face glowing red as attention turned towards him. "Uh... Completely and utterly unrelated to any of you." He fidgeted, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket. "Yeah... Well... You know..."
"That's... Certainly a confession." Sara stated, openly staring.
"Rachel pulled me out of the wreckage during a disaster. I wound up sticking around long enough for her to get attached to me or something." He shrugged. "She decided she wanted to raise me, and no one could talk her out of it. Taylor helped out, to make sure... Well, to make sure I wasn't raised like a dog. Not sure how well that worked."
His weak joke brought a bit of laughter from the others. "A-anyways... Yeah. I'm not related at all, but..."
"Genetics seems to have little to do with how we're all here. I have none at all, after all." Eve replied. "I am the second completely new AI Dragon constructed, based off of Taylor's personality. Her assistance in my design, construction and development played a key role in who I am as an individual today. I think of her as my mother."
"The second... You have a sibling then?" Elizabeth asked, eyeing the robotic girl.
"A brother. Adam. He was based off of Colin." Eve replied. "He has... Issues."
"And you're perfect I take it?" Marissa teased.
"I have... More issues." Eve replied, to a mixture of laughter.
* * *
-Max—
Max paused at the corner of the hospital, mentally wracking his brain for his mother's room number. He knew, intellectually, that his mom wouldn't be waking up any time soon. Her injuries were relatively light, he'd been told, and it didn't look like she'd been in the locker long enough for any diseases to set in, but...
The entire ordeal must have been exhausting for her anyways.
He was in his 'base' male mode at the moment, only 5'4 with short brown hair and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks, with green eyes to draw even more attention to his almost-feminine face. It was one of his favorites, less a disguise and more a favorite outfit to be worn for day-to-day use.
Easy enough to make feminine at a moment's notice, without drawing attention to his powers, as well.
"117 or 171?" He muttered, peering up and down the hallway. People bustled about, as people did in the hospital, each one minding their own business. No one really had time to pay attention to the gangly teenager in ripped jeans and an oversized t-shirt.
"Left or right..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Left it is then."
With his decision made, he turned, and paused as the strangest sensation washed over him.
Dazed, he stumbled to a stop, head whipping around to see what exactly that feeling was. "A-auntie Vicky?" He choked, stumbling back and losing control of himself for a moment.
The blonde girl, looking exactly like she did in the photos his mom had shown him, turned in his direction at the sound. "Hey there. Lost?" She beamed, and if anything that niggling feeling of awe strengthened even further.
"Y-" He coughed, actually altering his vocal chords so they didn't squeak. He was speaking to his aunt. His dead aunt. He was speaking to his dead aunt and he just couldn't quite stop himself from thinking how good she looked. "Yeah... I'm just looking for my M-Friend."
"Friend huh?" She teased, grinning even wider. "Do you know what room? I kind of know my way around the hospital like the back of my hand because of my sister."
"Uh..." His other mom, of course she'd be here. "It's either 117 or 171."
"Well, that makes it easy." Vicky laughed, stepping a few feet closer. "The rooms only go up to about fifty or so. There is no 171."
"Oh." Now he felt stupid. His eyes traced over her involuntarily, comparing her to the photos he'd seen of her prior to her death. It was an odd reconciliation in his mind, as she existed physically before him as some strange middle-ground between the old photos and his mom's memories. "S-so... T-thanks for that."
"Hm?" She smiled, giving him a knowing look. "Is that all you need? Are you sure?"
His heart jumped, soaring metaphorically to lodge itself in his throat as he realized what was happening. His own aunt, not biological but still, his own aunt thought he was enamored of her, and was flirting back. He was... She was... Well, she wasn't wrong.
"Ah well... I just... M-my friend is really... Important. I promised the others I'd watch out for her and..." He stammered, eyes darting around for an excuse to flee and trying to prevent himself from involuntarily changing. He hand't done that since his 7th grade dance, and he certainly wasn't going to do that here.
"Oh I understand." She giggled. "I just half expected you to ask for my autograph... Or my number."
Max's brain skipped like a jostled record, and he grasped onto the only sane thread of thought that he could grasp. Unseen beneath his clothing, his body changed. Max, now a 'her', took a deep breath as her body rearranged itself and found, to her growing horror, that everything was worse. "A-ah."
The squeak that tore its way involuntarily from her throat could be considered 'cute' by some. To her, it was mortifying, as was the soft giggle of Vicky's voice. "Tough luck, I have a boyfriend... At the moment. Come on, I'll lead the way. Maybe I can bug my sister to check up on your 'friend'? That'll get you some brownie points."
"Y-yeah... That'll be awesome." Max replied with growing dread.
The Birth Of A Scarlet Woman
(Автор: Darik29)
Taylor woke up confused.
Even before she opened her eyes, she could tell something was wrong. She felt she was on her hands and knees, her head was sideways on the floor and she felt all messed up.
Opening her eyes, Taylor could see that the world was moving. Back and forth, back and forth, over and over she could feel herself shaking, her body jolted with every movement. Behind her, someone had there hands grasped tightly to her hip and they were... they were...
Something was being shoved into her pussy, over and over. Suddenly she realized, she was having sex!
Was this something she had wanted? She couldn't remember. Her last memories were of getting ready for school, and then leaving the house, and then...
Nothing. No memories came to her. And it didn't help that she was being fucked while trying to remember.
Whoever was fucking her was... Large. His dick was stretching her, her swollen pussy lips stretched wide around his shaft. Every time he thrust forward, her pussy sucked on his cock, milking him for all it was worth. Every time he pulled out, her pussy resisted, clinging as tight as it could to him.
She was wet, Taylor suddenly realized. Incredibly so. Her pussy was being stuffed overfull, and yet the dick inside her had not trouble coming and going. She could feel her wetness all down her thighs, thick and slippery. It seemed to be spilling out of her pussy without end.
Taylor moaned. Even though she had no idea what was going on, even though she couldn't really move, she was in heaven. She'd never really experimented much with sex, before Emma went bad. And she'd always been afraid to lose her hymen, due to the pain. Now? With a dick bigger than the biggest thing she could think of plugging away at her overflowing pussy? Taylor felt like she was in heaven.
