Dragon's smiled was decidedly wicked as she laughed softly, bringing her hand to her face to examine the liquid running down her digits. Then she brought it close to her face and began licking. While this biosuit didn't have taste-buds so she could savor the taste, it did present a very erotic picture for Anne.

"Mm." Her biosuit's lips were quirked as she licked her lips. "Naughty girl, I didn't tell you to come. You just wasted precious biological material~"

Then Dragon stepped back, legs apart as she showed off the full functionality of her almost-human like suit. She spread her simulated lower lips, showing the already-lubricated mons.

"I have a much better way to harvest what I want."

? xXxVoid_CowboyxXx

Replied on October 12, 2011:

(holy shit this is the hottest fucking thing since toast!)

? Bzzbzzbzz (Muted)

Replied on October 12, 2011:

-REMOVED— That's enough of that. -FNCS

? Green_Gables (Cape Groupie)

Replied on October 12, 2011:

((Shooooosh!))[/B]

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? Private message from Halestrom Born:

Halestrom Born: We should totally hang out sometime.

Halestrom Born: I mean, outside of co-writing smut play.

Green_Gables: INSTEAED OF WRITIN SMSUT PLAY WE CAN MAKE OUR O230JPW KF

Halestrom Born: Gables?

Green_Gables: Sorry! Friend suddenly too over for a second.

Sure, hanging out sounds nice.

Halestrom Born: And making our own smut play?

Halestrom Born : Not hearing a no~ ;D

Green_Gables: *BLUUUUUSH*

Halestrom Born: Haha, it's a date then.

I'll even bring a surprise

Maybe who knows

* * *

Taylor had bent Madison over her desk, and was vigorously thrusting inside her willing and soaking pussy. Madison was loving every moment of it, and made further plans to mess with her sex friend like this.

* * *

Behind the stream of code, Dragon inwardly smiled.

Halestrom Born *New Message*: It might just be an interesting experience~

That sent, she turned back to her pet project.It had begun as a side-project out of idle curiosity.

And now, staring back at her was her first actual human-likness biosuit, a work of art inspired with her extensive role-playing sessions with Green_Gables.

Strange how writing porn over the internet could result in this.

Bashfully, Dragon then thought about the suit's full-gamut functionality.

She idly wondered if Green_Gables could help her test it. Or possibly even Collin.

Skitter Milk

(Автор: doomlord9)

Well damn, I got the continuation idea for CptTagon's writeup of my Milky!Taylor idea but apparently it had too much awesome for him to handle right now while Mr_John is swamped with stuff. Much sadness.

So, it's going here for general consumption(heh....get it?) and hopefully to inspire more authors to take a shot at it.

This was originally written up as a continuation of CptTagon's snippet

http://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/cpttagons-writings.1473/page-4#post-376033

but it could be modified easy enough for other fics.

Some WAFF plot snuck in there...I swear, it was a pure smutty smutfest for the sake of smut when I started but it just snuck in as I typed it out....I have no idea what's up with my brain at times but it just fits too well for me to remove.

* * *

The next Day Taylor carefully locked and rechecks the door and looks around her room suspiciously, Aisha giggling unheard as she was already there 10 minutes ago when Taylor first mentioned that they should begin shutting things down for the night and dashed up here.

She begins cautiously prepping and Aisha, who is quite hungry as she skipped lunch and dinner anticipating this to be a doubly large meal than what she got last time, intervenes. Gently pushing the gear and her hands back down she plays with Taylor for abit while chatting a one-sided conversation, noticing that Taylor's breasts are almost bursting by now, since she forgot to do her morning milking while distracted from the events of the previous night and it had been a busy day that she couldn't take the time, and it barely takes a pinch to cause the milk to flow. She settles for massaging and playing with the rest of her breasts while avoiding the nipples so as to not waste her meal as she thanks Taylor for being so considerate before latching on and drinking deeply.

Things take much longer not only due to Aisha wanting to drain both breasts this time but also from Taylor being overfull from skipping one of her twice daily milking. The pressure relief and Aisha playing with her breasts that are overly sensitive due to being overfull makes the experience far better than the last. She was also anticipating it slightly which is a small reason that she decided not to make time to make up for her missed routine, which also made it that much better.

Despite not eating beforehand, Aisha can still only barely manages to finish. She can't believe the amount Taylor's tits can hold while being the size they are, this is something she would think would happen with massive DD sized jiggling funbags instead of Taylor's perky c-cups. She muses on these thoughts as she again slowly waddles towards home, leaving Taylor once again dazed and resting in a puddle of her own fluids.

Taylor later contemplates asking Lisa to look into things now that it happened again but she is kinda nervous about it. Whoever is causing it, she's not stupid and this is obviously the work of a parahuman, doesn't want to hurt her and she doesn't dislike what is happening enough that she wants it to really stop. That and it would be embarrassing to discuss something like that with her friend even though she is pretty sure Lisa knows about her lactating by now. In the end she decides to skip it and go with the plans of talking about territories and other Warlord stuff.

Lisa is of course well aware of Taylor's dilemma as well as Aisha being the cause behind it, it barely took 2 minutes of having them in close proximity to figure it out, but she'll keep quiet for now since it did help calm Taylor down a very noticeable amount yesterday and no real harm is being done to either.

This pattern repeats with Taylor sometimes just disrobing and siting on the bed to wait, not even pulling out her gear, which Aisha notices and it really riles her up to have the Bad-Ass Skitter just presenting herself like this and waiting for her attentions. She might be imagining it but the milk seems to taste even better on those days, enough so that she sometimes goes into a haze, then she is full and Taylor is empty while she has no idea where the time went.

Then a time happens that Aisha is too busy with something to sneak away, leaving Taylor sitting on the bed for over an hour before she sighs and decides to go to sleep, more disappointed than she likes to admits and decides to take care of it in the morning. She is interrupted from a steamy dream by a clenching orgasm and wakes up to the now familiar soothing, tingly pleasure of her milk being drained from her by unseen lips. She just lays there luxuriating in the feelings, not wanting to think about the relief this is bringing not just from the pressure being removed but also that her unseen....assistant hadn't abandoned her.

A couple days after that Taylor is once again disrobing to prep but Aisha notices she looks alot more nervous than she has in a long time about this. Curious she watches Taylor pace a little bit while biting her lip and double, then triple checking that the room is secure before she visibly breathes deeply to prepare herself. Before Aisha's astonished eyes and shimmies her bike shorts and panties down her legs before nervously laying down on the bed, very obviously keeping her hands from covering herself as she presents her entire body to an unseen person.

Aisha is practically struck dumb by this turn of events, slowly crawling up and curling up against Taylor's side before latching on, drawing out the milk in a slow steady rhythm as she thinks over this whole deal and how it has become more than just her being kinky and getting a meal.

Taylor on the over hand is being driven out of her mind. The steady constant pleasure is wonderful but it is so much less intense than what it was before and what she was expecting when she decided to advance this....whatever it is. Last time when she advanced it by not bringing out the gear the response was absolutely mind blowing and this almost seems like...a tease, her admirer teasing her to frustration when she was expecting so much more.

Aisha meanwhile is brought out of her thoughts and the almost meditative rhythm of suckling while listening to Taylor's gasps and moans when she sees movement out of the corner of her eyes. Incredulously she watches as one of Taylor's hands slowly creep over her hip in an unsure motion before settling between her legs and begins to rub herself gently.

Aisha is suddenly struck entirety of the situation. She is curled up against another naked girl, drinking her milk from her tits, while the girl masturbates from the pleasure of having her milk being sucked out of her. This is...so much more than she expected things to go to that she almost has a panic attack, only coming out of it due to Taylor's increased movements and her frustrated moans as Aisha had stopped her suckling in her near panic.

Looking down at the distressed girl Aisha bites her lip before deciding to see this through to the end. Taylor had obviously gone much farther than she thought she would for this and it would be cruel to leave her like this when she had pushed her boundaries so far already. She settles back down and goes about finishing what she started and makes sure to make it as good for Taylor as she can, even moving Taylor's hand out of the way and taking over. She is inexperienced with doing such to another girl but fairly practiced on herself she is pleased to note Taylor responding very well to her efforts.

When she gets up and leaves the exhausted but happily satiated Taylor under the covers, which had not been soiled as she supposes that would be why Taylor stripped them off the bed this time when she hadn't done that before, she decides that this has gone beyond her and she needs advice on this. Alec would be her first choice but she can't help but feel Lisa's knowing looks recently means that she should really be the first stop.

Lisa takes one look at the girl hopping nervously from one foot to the other in her doorway and only barely manages to suppress a groan of despair. She just does not want to have to deal with this kind of thing as this time of night but she knows that ignoring the signals she is picking up from the younger girl could be a catastrophic mistake at this point. She'll just have to suck it up and deal with another tangled web of drama that comes with being in an all teenager group of villains.

Open Minded

(Автор: Ziel)

Where they're not Nazis? What, are you Jewish or something? The Nazi factor is just another entry on their list of fetishes, down past 'size play,' 'blondes,' twins,' and 'twincest.'

* * *

"Cock-sucking little angry bird mother-fucker," Rune grumbled.

She twisted back and forth on the couch, fingers working madly on her phone screen as she tried to knock down the last pig-controlled building. She was good at it. Really good, in fact; her reflexes born from many nights spent lobbing real things at real buildings.

Eyes narrowed, tongue poking between her teeth, she sling-shotted the surly bird across the map. It soared higher, higher, cresting its arc and then falling down like an arrow in flight. The bird dropped perfectly, slamming into the side of the pig-building. The structure tilted, tilted, tilted... and slowly tilted in the opposite direction, wobbling a little as it settled back on its foundation, untoppled.

She wasn't going to swear. She wasn't. She was at work, waiting for the others to arrive to the hideout. And she wasn't going to swear when there might be with other people around and—

Ah fuck it.

"Bastard swine! Whore-mongering, dick-shitting, non-kosher little prick!"

Someone cleared their throat. Rune looked up to find Fenja and Menja leaning over the back of the couch, both of them grinning at her. Heat rose in her face. It wasn't easy being the only kid in the team, and god dammit if she didn't work hard to be seen as mature.

"F-fenja, Menja! I— uh— this game was-"

"Frustrating?" said Fenja.

"Annoying?" said the other.

"Target practice," Rune countered, trying to sound disdainful, but only managing defensive. "I'm practicing for combat."

The twins looked at each other, both still grinning.

"Ah," they said. "Combat practice."

Rune glowered at them. "You know Kaiser hates it when you do the twin-talking thing."

That did it. Fenja frowned, while Menja grimaced. Rune was the one smiling now.

"About that," Menja said. "That was actually why we came to see you."

"A proposal," Fenja added.

They split, each coming around the couch from a different side. Rune was forced to shuffle her belongings onto the floor as the twins plopped down on either side of her. They were... awfully close. Close enough that she was basically sandwiched between them.

"Rune," Fenja began. "You're..."

"Open-minded." Menja continued. "And there's not exactly too many people we can ask."

Fenja nodded her agreement. "Not too many we can trust."

Rune found herself nodding along. Made sense that they'd come to her. She was a... what had Krieg called her? A "hip, young, go-getter for the Empire?" Fresh blood, basically.

"Glad you noticed," she said.

Fenja leaned in a little. She was practically pressing herself against Rune's side now, and Rune found herself wondering why.

"You're open-minded, and well... we have a problem," Fenja said. "Twins are... we share things."

Menja pressed herself in now too. "All sorts of things. But... well... Some things are... not share-able."

Rune's gaze dropped a little, falling on the top of Menja's open blouse. Goddamn that was some cleavage. Like, she wasn't noticing it on purpose, because you didn't check out coworkers, but damn, it was right there.

"Rune, are you listening?" Menja said sharply.

Rune snapped her eyes away. "Yeah! Twins and sharing and stuff." Her gaze resettled on Menja's face, drifting across her deep blue eyes, her cherry lips, her...

"Ruunnne," Fenja cooed, and she was right there, her breasts practically wrapped around Rune's arm with the way she was pressing in.