Amy blinked, "Ah, no. This is just volunteer work." The thought of going Rouge had crossed her mind a few time but she was more than a bit worried about getting paid for medical work without a degree or certificate.

"Oh..." Was the response back. "How do I do that anyway? Go Rogue?"

"I don't know." Amy mused. "I guess its like showing up for a job interview in mask or something."Though she wasn't sure how well certain business would feel about a masked person just waltzing into their store.

The other girl seemed to think the same thing. "I guess... But what could I do?"

"Puppet shows?" Amy half suggested.

"Maybe." She said, biting her lip in thought before looking up, "Thank you. You've been, you've been great."

Amy didn't mind. It was a decent break, one she sorely needed, and she enjoyed to the talk. And again, cute girl with accent. There were a lot worse things that she could be doing.

She mentioned the former, "I enjoyed the talk." She said honestly, and a spark of bravery had her jotting down her number onto a napkin. "Feel free to call me so we can have another."

The napkin was taken with a smile, and did Amy see a blush on that tan skin? "I will. Here." The little paper man who had just been standing fell over and unraveled, giving the girl space to jot a name and a number down. "Feel free to do the same."

Amy took it with her own smile as she got up to leave, a little bit of wishful thinking skittering along her mind as she stood.

As they went their separate ways Amy looked down at the curvy hand writing, "Sabah." Looking back at the departing girl, and seeing something that caused a slight blush to light her face, Amy thought that she might be calling soon.

Dragon Cutie Prismatic

(Автор: The Shadowmind)

It was late at night when I got back home. In the old boiler room I hid the my costume of spidersilk and chitin. Today I was officially a member of the Undersiders. I'll tell Armsmaster the information as soon as I figure out who the boss is.

I creeped slowly into my room, as I didn't want my dad to wake up. Sitting cross legged on my bed was the creature. It was covered in scales, with large wide eyes. The lizard-person turn to face me.

"I'm a kobold, not a lizardfolk. Really for the great Pun-Pun to compares to those Troglodytes. Yes Taylor before you ask I can read your mind."

"Your not person to claim to be psychic," I said as my hands clenched in a fist and I started to gather a swarm. "What do you want."

"I'm bored, so I'm going to turn you into a magical girl," said Pun-Pun as he snapped his talons.

Rainbow light filled my vision as my body started to change. The weight on my chest grew as my breasts swelled from tiny nubs to teardrops that would overflow my hands. Vines of shiny scales traced themselves along my body as it continued to change. My hips and rear widened as Pun-Pun's power continued to work.

Patterns on scales decorated itself along my skin, as a pair of bony wings sprung out of my back. They thicken as chromatic light formed between the wingtips. A slender tail covered in scales joined the new additions to my body.

As the changes to my body finally ceased, ribbons of prismatic light wrapped around me as part of it hardened into cloth, while some of the rest remained rainbow light. As the changes finished I wearing a skimpy parody of a japanese school uniform made of white cloth and literal rainbows.

"What did you do to me?!" I yelled.

"Exactly what I said I'd do; make you into a magical girl. Have fun with the new powers and being a lesbian now. I'm got a few more to transform like that Lisa girl. A Gem dragon for sure but which one to use on her."

With a snap of the his talons, Pun-Pun disappeared.

Tentacles And Supervillianesses

(Автор: Anzer-ke)

At the start it hadn't been a big deal.

Sure he'd whimpered a little when he first went to take a piss and found his dick had become prehensile, but compared to all the other horrors that Bonesaw's death throes might have left him with? Brian had felt lucky. So instead of freaking out, he just kept remembering how it had felt to choke that little monster to death and got on with his day. Dealing with the aftermath of the Slaughterhouse's deaths had been proving to be a significant task and the Undersiders were stuck with a lot of the work.

It hadn't been a particularly bad day. Though when they all met up in the evening to talk business Brian had been weirdly upset about Taylor's new costume skirt. Sure it completely blocked the view of her cute butt, not to mention what her skin-tight costume did at the front, but that would only make it look scarier. Which was a good thing. At least that was what he told himself when the urge to tear it off her began building. Not appropriate thoughts for a meeting on the health of their territories, especially with their new healer still looking like she expected them to start sacrificing babies at any moment.

Later that night had been when things really began to go to hell.

The memory of Taylor's perfect ass wouldn't leave him. Not that he was fighting it off very hard, it was better than curling up and trying to stave off nightmares by thinking of crushing a pre-teen's...everything. Eventually he decided to go with the flow and shed his pyjamas beneath the sheets. Then he reached down to engage in some serious meat beating and...

Aisha rushed into his room a moment later, but he was too busy screaming to notice her. Screaming at the nest of bright tentacles that were occupying his crotch. Screaming at what had to be parasites, because even if he could feel the air against them, even if the ability to move them was prodding against his brain, even then he couldn't...couldn't have been...

Eventually he came back to himself, clinging to his little sister and sobbing. She'd stroked his head and whispered nothing and for a while he'd felt like maybe everything might be okay. Then he'd felt one of his new appendages coiling around her leg.

His sister had thought nothing of it, making one of her usual cringe-worthy jokes, she hadn't felt what he felt. The surge of desire that went through him. The way the other...things, perked up. The primal awareness that a female, never mind that it was his fucking sister, was inches away from him.

Brian had been pouring out darkness even as he tore himself away. Only when he'd completely flooded the room did he notice the tug of a foreign power and realise that Aisha was in there with him, and that only made the urges worse, calling to mind thoughts of how helpless she was. Dark mirrors to fantasies he'd had about his powers before, fantasies that had most definitely never involved Aisha. Just thinking of touching her to guide her out had made him nauseous, so he'd cleared her a path in the darkness and waited silently within it until she left.

Things had only gone downhill from there.

Within a day the mutations had spread beyond his crotch. First it was his legs imitating some bizarre octopus, then his torso started shifting colours from moment to moment and sprouting additional tentacles at random. When his arms shifted -fortunately not losing any dexterity, maybe even gaining some what with having way more than ten digits now— Brian hadn't been able to pretend any more. It was going to reach his head soon and then sitting in a cloud of darkness all day wasn't going to work.

For all he knew once it reached his head he'd grab the next teammate that came around to talk into his darkness. It wasn't like there was any shortage of them, and that meant...it meant he'd have to tell them. That he was a freakish monster and they needed to kill him before he hurt someone.

Checking a clock for the first time in days, Brian found that it was past midnight. The thought of waiting all night to get it over with, well it wasn't a pleasant one. Then again, walking across town wasn't much better. He'd just curled up in his bed -literally— when the efficient beep of his 'doorbell' alerted him to a visitor and gave him an abrupt appreciation for having hours to wait until he had to tell someone. When his rush to the intercom found Taylor's swarm voice asking to be let in...well...

He buzzed her in, idly wondering when Aisha had left their shared base. Then he debated where to wait. The living space was better for greeting someone, but he'd gotten pretty comfortable in his bedroom in the last few days. Which was a nice way to say that his room was clean and the living space really wasn't and now that he was walking on sense organs Brian really didn't want to step on a pizza box. So bedroom it was.

After a brief eternity, Taylor walked into the living space in full costume. Though she'd lost the skirt, and yep, there was the camel toe. How no one else ever seemed to notice was beyond him. It made a nice distraction though, especially when she walked right up to the edge of his cloud and just stood there. Waiting. Puffing her chest in and out with agitated breaths that really didn't help his focus. Especially once he started thinking of how much more relaxed she used to be around him. Of how her face would twist in disgust. Of how she'd scream when she saw him.

Plucking up his courage, Brian took three quick breaths then dispelled his power completely. At almost the exact moment that Taylor took a long step forward.

In the silence that followed, they blinked at one another. Brian had something of a numerical advantage there, though Taylor's eyes could hide behind her mask. Then the silence shattered as they both started shouting at once.

"What the hell-"

"What do you think-"

"-were you-"

"-you're doing-"

"-thinking?! Just-"

"-Brian!? Why-"

"-stepping in-"

"-wouldn't you-"

"-like that, what-"

"-come to us-"

"-if I'd hurt you!?"

"-if you needed help?!"

Their glares met, matched, then Brian remembered what he looked like now and his glare died off as he scrambled to haul his covers over his body. He was struggling to unstick them from two particularly weird tentacles when Taylor pulled the sheets away and he was suddenly very very aware of her.

Taylor was no great beauty, he'd known that from day one, but there had been something about her from day one nevertheless. Part of it was her body, all lithe and lean and begging to be...okay, so she was hot. Her face wasn't as attractive, too serious, too thin, except that when she was working on a problem she puffed her cheeks a little and Brian was still debating just how it worked but it certainly made her look cuter. All of which would have been a lot easier to ignore if his own experiences with girls had not, prior to that point, consisted of Rachel the terrifying and Lisa the unnerving. Honestly it was probably just that she'd been the first girl he'd felt so comfortable around. Like they could just talk, no need for masks or posturing. And he'd wondered if maybe...maybe that might become something...

A feminine squeak pulled him back to reality, where Taylor was tightly wrapped in what had previously been his arms. Only her head emerged from the cocoon and beneath it he could feel the contours of her body with aching clarity. He practically hurled her away from him.

"Taylor. You need to leave, now. Then tell the others-"

"I'm not telling them anything." She said while standing up and brushing non-existent dust off her costume, "Lisa and I already talked with Aisha and we think we have a solution. I volunteered for it."

It took him a second to process her words. When he did Brian felt like he might float away if he didn't hold onto his bed. "You mean there's a cure?!"

"Y-yeah. Of a sort. Lisa thinks that it'll turn you back to normal for a while at least, though you'll...probably need more of it regularly."

Brian didn't care. "That's the best news I've heard in, I don't even know how long." He cursed Taylor's mask then, still hiding her reaction from him. After long enough for the silence to become awkward, he asked the obvious question. "So, do you have it with you? What's the cure?"

He barely made out her mumbling, "...don't fight your instincts." Then she took a very deep breath, and pounced on him.

If being close to her had been bad, this was, it was like bathing in pheromones. He could practically taste her, even through that damn costume, and she tasted of heat and silk and wet needy lust that overwhelmed his senses and—

This time he hurled himself away, rushing to the head of the bed and keeping himself there. When she started crawling towards him he almost wanted to cry.

"Brian." He ignored her. "Brian." He curled away. "Brian!" Then she grabbed his tentacle wrapped head from where it was nestled within his tangled mass and met the gaze of his single uncovered eye. She'd shed her mask and now that he could see her face her lack of composure was very apparent. She was almost glowing with the force of her blush and her eyes kept wandering away from his gaze. Her voice was very clear though, "Brian. I'm only going to say this once, because I'm not that brave. I want this. I'm fine with it and its okay if you get rough or whatever, I wouldn't have come if I-"

He had stopped listening after he heard 'I want this' and his control snapped so hard that he could have sworn he heard the sound of the pieces pinging away. Then he cut Taylor off by stuffing a tentacle into her mouth. He unfolded, rising to tower over her as her eyes went very very wide, he had just enough control to meet her gaze and wait for the little jerk of her head that was probably a nod. Then he stopped even trying to control himself.

* * *

Taylor had known what she was getting into. Or at least she'd had some idea, and a fervent need to help Brian in any way that she could. Whether it was guilt or love that fed that need, she wasn't sure. Perhaps it was both?

Whatever it was, it had driven her every step of the way. From spending several hours getting ready, to calling Aisha and bribing her to leave for a few hours, right up to standing at his door and pushing her swarm to the very edges of her range. She'd gone over everything Lisa could tell her and tried several tricks that the internet insisted would help psych her up for the act. She'd prepared until even she had to admit she was stalling.

Even so, with a rubbery tentacle filling her mouth, Taylor felt like she might have been less prepared than she'd thought. This wasn't porn, with the safety of solitude and her computer screen; This was her body, and there was nothing safe about this.