"Obviously. But why?"
"Why not?" Alec supplied helpfully.
"Team building is important," Brian imparted gravely, but still seemed very concerned that the items around him might fall over at any time.
"Pretty boy said he'd buy dog food for a week if I played."
"Aww, you think I'm pretty?"
Her answering smile was not warm or inviting.
Lisa just grinned harder and pushed a freshly opened beer into Taylor's hand. She looked at it like it would bite for a moment before pushing it back towards the blond. "I shouldn't."
Alec snickered. Brian, while she didn't think he was looking down on her, seemed a bit sad at the denial. Lisa closed her hand around the beverage, trapping Taylor's. "It'll be fine. You'll have fun, and I'll keep an eye on you." She winked, then, and Taylor got the impression she was counting the articles of clothing she wore.
"This is peer pressure! You're peer pressuring me!" She looked around as if suddenly realizing where she was before gasping, "You're villains!"
The sound of Angelica's happy panting filled the silent room.
Brian was the first to let the humor show, and Taylor was mighty distracted by his smile and his pecs when Alec barked out a laugh. This just startled Angelica and irritated Rachel. Lisa looked on in stunned silence.
"Holy shit, she has a sense of humor. A terrible one, but I was kinda starting to suspect you were a robot. A creepy robot." Taylor's reply was flipping him off while taking an overconfident pull from the beer. She managed not to choke on it, but it was a close thing.
It was only when she'd been dealt her second card that Taylor realized the game was resuming and she was apparently included. "Hey, wait! I never said I was playing!"
"Chill, it's risk free. You only strip if you bet an item of clothing and lose. If your hand sucks, just fold. Of course, If someone else bets a piece of clothing you'd like to see go..."
She spared a moment to glance at her cards — turning up just the edges, cupped by her other hand and only just enough that she could barely make them out by leaning back and twisting her head to the side — before looking back up. Coincidentally, this happened to mean her gaze fell on the spot where Brian's abdomen disappeared below the edge of the table. Alec did not look like he would believe in coincidences at just this moment, and she refused to look in Lisa's direction. She merely pushed the cards forward and studied the very fascinating label of her beer.
The game went on for a while. Three full beers if Taylor had been paying attention. She'd gone for a fourth, but Lisa took it from her for some reason and gave her a can of soda instead. This was confusing, but the soda was pretty good, too. Rachel had been oddly aggressive with her betting and though she'd actually gotten Alec's shirt, she'd paid for it with the rest of her modesty. This was the only logical explanation Taylor could come up with for the show she'd put on when she bent down to collect her belongings before strolling casually from the room with Angelica in tow.
Alec had wolf-whistled, though it seemed perfunctory. Brian hadn't not looked away, which didn't concern Taylor at all. Lisa was still being ignored.
"Anyway," Alec resumed after dealing another round, "aand I fold."
"Pants." What? Did Brian just say...
"What?" Everyone was looking at her, now. Maybe that was louder and sudden-er than she'd planned?
"I'm betting my pants," Brian clarified with a smirk.
"Oh." Taylor casually checked her hand. Three kings was good, wasn't it? "Uh, shirt, I guess?"
"Glad to see you're participating, Kiddo. But it's Lisa's turn." Being called Kiddo by someone who was younger than her burned, but she let it slide. She was also still ignoring Lisa.
"Shirt!" Lisa's grin could be felt. Was there a level above ignoring? She'd need to look into it. And why was she betting now?
"Still in?"
"Yeah..."
* * *
Taylor yawned into her pillow while squeezing it tight and trying to blink away the sleep. The stabbing pain in her skull was set aside for the realization that her pillow was, though very comfortable, warm and hard. There was also something in her mouth. She reached in and pulled out a tiny black hair. That was weird.
As the world resolved and she took in her surroundings, the pillow puzzle was set aside for something more immediate: Lisa was laying across from her, seemingly in nothing but a t-shirt, wide eyes staring through her. She was muttering quietly to herself, something Taylor couldn't quite make out. She looked blankly from the hair between her fingers to the drool-covered chocolate nipple inches from her face and then back to Lisa, who just nodded mechanically.
Taylor, for her part, was naked except the Armsmaster boxers she'd taken to wearing ironically. Brian was in briefs and snoring lightly with an arm around each of the girls. She slowly began extricating he self from the traitorously comfortable pile. Brian didn't stir at the movement, but Taylor almost screamed when she mistakenly leveraged herself on his crotch. His damp, sticky crotch.
First, she confirmed her fears with a glance south. Yeah, that's what she thought. Then, she glared accusingly at the offending nipple. This time, she noticed it was slightly discolored and had a few markings that looked suspiciously like bites. Finally, she got a second opinion from Lisa. Mechanical nod.
Panicked, she jumped up and fled toward her room, arms wrapped around herself. She'd barely taken a step away when a cloud of darkness fell on her from the shoulders down. Turning around, she found Brian smiling apologetically at her.
Later, recalling the particulars of his power, she couldn't decide if she was actually mad or not. She settled on "it was sweet anyway," considering what she'd done to him...
Well, at least one thing was certain: Lisa lost poker night.
Control
(Автор: DoggySoup)
Okay, the idea is that due to shard and butterfly shenanigans (Inspired by the Master!Emma causes everything prompt and one of my own ideas) Emma gets a mix of Regent and Khepri, with added trumpyness cause it's a bud of QA she has.
It's me writing this so expect darkness ahead.
* * *
"Taylor, you totally look great in braids!"
Emma smiled as she slowly braided Taylor's hair bit by bit. Her friend was absolutely still, staring into the mirror with a content smile on her face.
"Thank you, Emma!" replied Taylor cheerily.
Emma finished the last braid and Taylor got up before walking over to sit beside Sophia on the bed. Emma swiveled in her seat on the dresser and gave the pair an appraising look. Taylor's hair was in braids, set up to look like a set of twintails. Sophia's hair was arranged in pigtails. There was a dash of make-up applied; blusher and lip balm for the pair of them.
"You were both good tonight," Emma said sweetly. "It's not every day you get to beat up someone like Lung. I'm so proud of you, Taylor."
With that, Emma released a fraction of her control. Taylor's mouth whimpered for a moment.
"Th-Thank you," she mumbled.
"Speak up, Taylor."
"Thank you." Taylor didn't say it that time.
"Good girl. You are so good, you know that?"
As she spoke, both girls felt the rush of endorphins slowly trickle into their bodies. Some of it was Emma, but the rest was simply a reaction to her praise.
Emma sighed and sat straight in her seat.
"You know the routine for our sleepovers. Do it."
Both Taylor and Sophia were released and they scrambled off the bed and began reaching under it. They pulled out their cases containing their costumes and placed their masks — One for Ladybug and one for Shadow Girl — and put them on. Shadow Girl paused momentarily to take a deep sigh before putting the rest of her costume away. Skintight silk that was made in a way that it rubbed all her sensitive, erogenous areas with every step and movement.
She hurriedly stripped from her pajamas and folded them in a pile at the same time as Taylor. Emma was stern about making a mess.
After that, they both got on all fours as Emma walked up to them before turning to face away from her bed, between the pair.
"Good night, Miss."
"G-good night, Miss."
Both girls kissed Emma's painted toes. Taylor on the left, Sophia on the right. They kissed again, moving from the toes to the bridge of the foot, then the ankles. Taylor gently grasped Emma's calve as she crawled up and Sophia pulled Emma's pajama pants down. Both girls gently pushed Emma onto the bed and moved down to her crotch. Taylor climbed up the bed and began to kiss Emma's mouth while Sophia got to work below. Emma moaned as both of her girls worked in sync, refusing to giver her a second the breathe.
Taylor pulled her exploring tongue from Emma's mouth, leaving a thin trail of drool hanging between their lips. "Ah!" gasped Emma. Taylor bit her lip and began giving kisses to Emma's neck twice before moving her red hair back and nibbling on her ear.
Emma grabbed Sophia's pigtails with both hands as Taylor moved back and pulled the black girl further into her crotch.
The idea to leave mouthholes was ingenious, Emma thought as Sophia brought her to orgasm.
Emma let go and fell back, taking control of the pair and making them dress her. She drifted off to slumber as she make the Taylor and Sophia remove their masks and lock themselves in their special beds.
* * *
Taylor stumbled backwards onto the puddles in the alley. No matter what she tried, she couldn't do anything. Her bugs were mysteriously unresponsive. They just stopped.
Mistress slowly walked forwards, Shadow Girl behind her.
"Can't speak?" The villainess asked mockingly.
Taylor couldn't move her jaw. She was paralysed. She couldn't get away.
"You know, this is the most happy accident. I never knew you had powers, Taylor."
Taylor flinched.
"Oh, I know your name, alright." She stopped over her prone captive. "So does my little pet behind me."
Shadow Girl took off her mask and looked right at Taylor.
"I'm sorry," Sophia swallowed. "She-"
Mistress cut off Sophia. "We'll let our little ear know everything soon enough," She turned back to Taylor as Sophia put her mask back on. "I'll teach her all the tricks you know, Sophie."
Sex-Arcade Booth 512
(Автор: Darik29)
Subject: Taylor Hebert/Weaver
Occupation: Super Heroine
Hourly Charge: $300.00
Aquisition Date: 15/10/2015
Acquisition Level: Medium Hard
Aquisition Notes:
Subject was noted originally as a minimal threat rating given proper protective gear, and the mission was in mid planning stages before new information was supplied, and this changed.
Given the the sheer risk inherent in Weaver's powers being loose at any point during the capture process, the Hunter squad was outfitted with a neural disrupted, alongside several power suppressant devices, given subjects previous instance of power usage when unconscious.
Deciding on where to remove the subject from the timeline proved difficult. There was only a narrow point in time where Weaver would be considered vulnerable to our Hunter squads. Before falling under the protection of entities beyond the strength of our Hunter Squads to defeat. As such, a trap was required, and various infiltrators were used in a limited capacity to engender such a situation.
40 hours prior to capture, several Hunter Squad members approached various villainous and mercenary groups in the Earth Bet dimension. After sufficient bribery, they were coerced into setting up a major ambush to allow our Hunter Squad a chance to recover the subject.
At at the time of contact, subject Weaver was patrolling the local downtown area with allied super heroine Cuff when the trap was sprung. A lucky shot with the neural disruptor early in the conflict disabled Weaver temporarily, allowing for the staged ambush to easily overpower Cuff and take her away. Unfortunately, though the neural disruptor successfully disabled her powers, they did not actually knock her unconscious. Weaver proved this by stabbing Hunter 3-3 through the femoral artery with a hidden blade, and managing to kill Hunter 3-4 and cause significant bruising of Hunter 3-1 and 3-5 before a second shot with the neural disruptor finally managed to knock the subject unconscious.
Extraction was significantly easier than subject capture. Thanks to the majority of local heroes chasing the hired mercenaries and there captive, Hunter 3 was able to successfully reach the extraction zone and return to the Arcade, where Subject Weaver was off loaded to Processing.
This is subject is responsible for more Hunter Squad deaths and injuries than over a hundred previous captures, without a Very Hard capture rating. Significant security is recommended, above and beyond standard measures.
Powers For A Price
(Автор: Gideon020)
Part 1: A Cliche'd Introduction And A Sales Pitch
Time stopped for Taylor, literally, as she struggled in the garbage and as objects floated and then hung in mid-air, the smell began to fade until it vanished entirely, leaving a bewildered teenager to look around the cramped space as best she could. Suddenly, the filth and locker walls fell away and with a yelp she landed on her butt, looking around in a small panic.
"Sorry about that." Hearing the male voice, Taylor looked up to see a man standing above her at a right-angle before he hopped down to her, "Don't worry, everyone freaks out when this happens. Name's Bob Doe, and I'm a salesman."
"Salesman?" Taylor asked confusedly as she continued to look around, "Where am I? What's happening?"
"Now, now, calm down. To answer the first question, yes I am a salesman. To the second question, you're in a moment outside of time and space. As of this moment, time outside the locker and this space has frozen and will not resume until we've completed our business. And as for what's happening? Taylor Hebert, I have come to you today with an opportunity to purchase your very own powers!"
Smiling as he said that last part, Bob waved his arms and images appeared of people wearing uniforms, and capes. Taylor was about to say 'Parahumans' when Bob continued speaking, "These are not Parahumans, but super-powered beings from other worlds, other realities beyond the ones that are known to you and to certain others. Before, these heroes, and villains because we are entirely impartial, were once normal men and women who wanted more out of life. Some wanted to make a difference, others wanted power, and some just wanted to stand out from others."
