Miss Militia shook her head. "No, at least I don't think so. They way she kept looking at Sophia for assurance, and how she seemed to avoid talking about the lead up to the attack, I've seen it in several domestic disputes. I think...I think Sophia might be abusing the girl, likely emotionally and perhaps even physically."

Piggot let out a heavy sigh. "Are you sure?"

"No, like I said it's just a feeling."

"Then there isn't anything we can do."

"Nothing?"

"What would you have us do? Unless the girl comes forward we have no case to build on and she doesn't seem likely to, so we have nothing."

"Still you're saying we ignore that one of our Wards might be abusing her girlfriend."

"There is only so much control we can exercise on our Wards lives. The system was built that way intentionally. Were it any other Ward I'd have Aegis try to get some information, but with Shadow Stalker, the girl will just stonewall. I'll pass word to her case worker. Unless something more concrete than impressions gained less than 12 hours after a violent attack comes our way we do nothing."

"That seems rather callous."

"Yes," Piggot admitted turning her chair to face the window of her office. "But it's a callous world out there. You'll go mad trying to save everyone. You'll never succeed and they won't thank you for it."

Silence reigned in the office, before Miss Militia let herself out. Director Piggot wondered if she would indeed drop it. Somehow she doubted it.

Awkward First Times

(Автор: Anzer-ke)

Even before reading Volant's take on it I much preferred the second of those ideas.

That said personally I'm liking the idea mostly for the potential for Taylor and Lisa to team up to try and help Emma deal with her situation.

* * *

"Wait, wait fucking wait I said! That really fucking hurts dammit!"

"But you said-"

"I don't care what I said dipshit, stop fucking moving! The shit were they talking about? This doesn't feel good at all!"

"I-I can't, it feels too good, I-!"

"Shut the fuck up Greg! And why is your fucking loser dick so big!"

"-!!!"

"Did you just fucking cum inside me!"

* * *

"I can't believe it took us this long to accept this, I mean it's like, it's like, what's the word? When something's ironic but it's not irony?"

"Sophia, just screw me already. My parents will be home in a few hours and I want to spend that time screaming your name. You got that?"

"Hell the fuck yes."

"Okay, then get naked and grab the pink box from under my bed."

"This one? Oh Emma you are so damn hot, you have no idea how hard it's been not to just-"

"Shhh. I know now. And you're not bad looking yourself hero. Now get that box open so we can get started."

"Alright survivor, what's in here anyw— holy fucking shit!!!"

"What, what happened?"

"What do you mean what happened?"

"I mean why did you throw the box at me, was there a bug or something?"

"A bug? No there's just a bunch of rubber fucking cocks! What the fuck are these things!"

"My dildos. Like you don't have any."

"No I fucking don't! There's like five of them in here! This one's fucking massive!!"

"Will you stop yelling...You mean you've never used a dildo before?"

"No I haven't fucking used a dildo before!"

"I said stop yelling!"

"Shit, sorry..."

"If, if you've never used one before then what did you think we were going to do?"

"I dunno. Touch each other? Rub together and stuff."

"I, I guess we could do that too. I just really wanted you to fuck me is all."

"We don't need dildos to fuck Emma."

"Well I want them. I love how they feel and I want to feel that because of you."

"...okay, okay so I just shove it in you right? Which one do you want me to use?"

"Oh I got something special for us. It just came in the mail yesterday and, huh, I guess I must not have put in the box. Oh yeah, it's in with my socks."

"You want me to-?"

"No I've got it. I'm sure I put it in, here it is!"

"Okay what the fuck is that thing?"

"It's double ended. See one end goes in me, then the other end goes in you and we can fuck each other properly."

"Wait...you want to put that thing inside me?!"

"Yeah, trust me it'll feel great."

"It'll fucking rip me in half is what it'll do."

"It'll be fine, you're always running and working out and stuff. It'll slip right in."

"Emma, you are not putting that thing inside me."

"Urgh. Didn't you say that you were bi? How can you be this freaked out by a dick? It's not even real."

"Because I didn't think we'd need a piece of rubber to make love okay!"

"Well I do. I need a piece of rubber if you want to fucking call it that!"

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"It means that you should get off your fucking high horse and stop acting like I'm a slut just because I use a dildo like any normal fucking girl does!"

"Oh like you know so much about sex! You're just as new to this Emma, so stop acting like you're better than me! What kind of kid thinks girls can't have sex without a cock involved!"

"Says the girl talking about 'making love'?! What are you, twelve years old? Grow the fuck up Sophia!"

slam

"Wait! I didn't...I didn't mean it...shit."

* * *

"It's fine. How many times do I need to tell you?"

"I feel like I'm meant to say this never happens to me, but I don't exactly have any other experience to go on."

"Come on Brian. We both knew this was possible, I mean its pretty flattering really."

"Flattering. Yeah, that's how you're feeling right now, flattered. I bet."

"Yeah actually, it is. I like that it felt so good inside me that— Well, I mean-"

"That I barely lasted two minutes? You can just say it. And I know you're disappointed, you don't have to hide it."

"Stop worrying, you made me...you know, like a dozen times first. If anything I'm the one who should feel bad. Especially with how good your...stuff, feels inside me."

"Can you still not say cum? We just had sex Taylor, and it's not like you don't swear. What is it about that one word?"

"It's embarrassing."

"Well I guess I can't really talk about embarrassing right now."

"Will you just drop it already! I don't care, I don't think any less of you for it and I'm certainly not unsatisfied! Can we just move on?"

"..."

"Don't be like that. Look, I'm sorry okay? I just don't get why this is bothering you so much."

"..."

"Hmph. If that caveman ego of yours is so wounded, then how about you stop sulking and put those fingers of yours to work. We can see how long it takes you to make me beg with something you have some experience with."

"...You say that like it's meant to be hard."

"Oh? I'll have you know that I've been practic— Mmmmmm! Is that the best you ca— Mmmmm!! Fuck! Fucking fuck me! Please!"

"So that was, what? About five seconds? Could you be any more sensitive?"

"Hnnggg!!"

"You know I'm starting to feel better about my endurance already."

"S-shut up and spank me already."

"Yes Ma'am."

* * *

"I...shit Alec, I'm not sure I'm ready for this. I know you're not him but I still, it still..."

"Nah, I get it. Really."

"You, you don't mind?"

"I can wait for your pussy Aisha, in the meantime I got you this."

"A strap-on?"

"Yep, and I'm lubed up and ready to go."

"...You can be pretty sweet sometimes, you know."

"Damn right I can. I'm fucking awesome."

"Well then fucking awesome, bend over and pucker up."

Glorious Tits

(Автор: doomlord9)

Skitter stood in the meeting room with various other Heroes and Villains, once again teaming up to deal with the latest threat to their city.

Clockblocker stood next to her, his costume worse off from recent events to the point that his facemask had been shredded and replaced with a basic domino mask.

They stood next to each other in awkward silence, Clockblocker standing rigidly at attention and staring straight forward, refusing to look at her.

Skitter sighed "Go ahead Clock," She said with exasperation. "I don't want you to hurt yourself trying not to look. You have thirty seconds where I swear not to take offense."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Dennis had buried his face in her generous cleavage and was inhaling deeply. Skitter was so shocked she didn't do anything, not having expected this.

Dennis popped out of her cleavage like a jack in the box. "And on the eighth day God created breasts, and said they must come in pairs! And it was good, nay, it was great!"

A couple of nearby capes stopped and nodded.

"For though a man only has one mouth, he has two hands!"

"Amen," one out of town Ward said.

"As a babe they nourished and sheltered my body and as a man they nourish and shelter my very soul!" Dennis proclaimed.

"Yes!" several men, and a few women, agreed loudly.

"When hurt, they comfort and sad, they cheer!" he preached, his audience growing as more capes stopped to listen and nod.

"Sing it, brother!" someone called out.

"Skitter, I would conquer all the dimensions of Earth, for the manpower needed to build a machine that would let me tap that ass!" Dennis finished with a roar to a tsunami of applause.

*Thump!* Dennis fell over with his eyes unfocused.

Slowly the applause died down as they looked at their new Messiah on the floors giggling to himself. "Is...is he alright?"

Skitter looked confused for a few seconds before the lightbulb came on "Ah! The Toxin! I forgot about that...."

Several capes looked horrified at the thought of those glorious breasts being dangerous "T...Toxin?!?"

Skitter took no notice of the effect her words had, still examining the delirious Clockblocker mumbling to himself on the floor and absently replied "Hmm? Oh yeah, I was getting annoyed with people groping my breasts without my permission so I started coating them with a contact toxin that I am immune to. The paralytic and hallucinogenic effects make it obvious who grabbed me in short order. It's even helped me in cape fights, that's how I defeated Oni Lee in under a minute!"

Many attending capes began wondering how long it would take to develop a good enough poison resistance while Kid Win focused on a more important part of that statement, sliding up next to Skitter and attracting her attention from Clockblocker "So....this permission thing. How does this work? Do I fill out an application or....?"

Coiled

(Автор: hobonisuru)

"I won't have it said that I'm not a man of my word."

There was a particularly ironic sort of torture with it all. The very last thing I expected was for Coil to actually go along with his deal. Yeah, I'd hoped for it in many ways, but I'd never really expected it when you get right down to it. Lisa said it'd never happen, and from all I knew about Coil — no, I suppose I should say Director Calvert — he wasn't exactly one to just let his resources go, no matter what kind of bargain was struck.

Life always threw curveballs at me, I swear.

But I was still on edge. I kept watch over Dinah, and the men Coil had observing her through her detox. I talked with Lisa, who was even more stupefied than me. I waited for the other shoe to drop.

And waited, and waited, and waited. Days turned to weeks, and then after two full months of carefully following the instructions he'd laid out — of the Undersiders and his other subordinates slowly losing territory to the PRT — I was finally given a message to meet him in person. Not only was I to meet him in person, I was to meet him in private, and as a civilian.

This was it, I said to myself, and Lisa said he had something in mind, but it didn't feel like a betrayal.

Should I go, I wondered to myself, but there really wasn't much of a choice, was there?

August 19th, exactly two months after Calvert had let Dinah go home I walked out of my lair in a sundress and went to my meeting spot — which ended up being the second story of a modest apartment building. By now, I'd had my injuries — including my blindness — healed through some under the table parahuman help, but it was through my bugs that I sensed the building was almost entirely empty, save for the man in question of course. No bodyguards, no other residents. The sign over one of the windows outside said there was space available, but that was probably just camouflage.

I knocked on the door with a feeling of trepidation, and tried to calm myself as much as possible when I heard Calvert's invitation. "Come in."

The apartment building was air conditioned, it was in a fairly undamaged area of the city after all, but a blast of heat hit me when I entered from the hallway into the apartment living room. He was seated right next to the balcony door and next to him was a tall glass table, and an empty chair which he gestured at wordlessly.

I couldn't see much of any other furnishings in the room, a couple of bland paintings, a small TV next to a loveseat, but my bugs let me know there was a fully stocked kitchen through the doorway to my right, and a bedroom with an adjacent bathroom in the doorway to my right. It was fairly small by my current standards, which left me wondering why Calvert chose the location. From what I knew of him, he was more the type to go for something more grandiose.

Still, that hardly mattered at the moment, so I walked over and sat down across from him. I took off my wide brimmed hat and set it on the floor. The insects in my hair shifted subtly as the motion almost dislodged a few of them.

"Tea?" Calvert made another gesture, this time at the pitcher on the table. I paused for a second, debating on whether or not he might have drugged the beverage, before giving a nod — it seemed like a pointless endeavor for him to try at this point.

Even so, the feeling of trepidation only increased as I saw him reach out and pour a glass of iced tea and slide it next to me. It just seemed so... ordinary. A completely normal thing, polite even — which was not something I really would expect from a villain like Calvert. Sure, he technically wasn't Coil any longer, but the underlying personality, I felt, was still something core to his person.

I felt a droplet of sweat slide down from my armpit until it hit the fabric of my dress. It was more from nervousness than the heat blazing in, but I still sipped at the tea — after seeing Calvert take a gulp from his own glass.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything, and I just looked at the man much of my life had been centered around for the past few months. It was such a short time, really, but I felt like more had happened in those months than a great deal of the rest of my life. More variety than just continued bullying, anyway. In some ways, it was also the first time I'd really gotten a look at Coil unmasked. The last time I'd seen him in person I'd been blind after all.