Most of that wasn't bad. It was like having a built in secret identity. I didn't need a mask. I looked completely different shifted. Better, in almost every way. I was built like an amazon princess, with tits and ass that should have been too much, but somehow managed to look just right on my muscled frame. My hair, the only thing I liked about myself, was even better, and my face was completely different— gone were my too wide lips and and oversized ears, replaced with something beautiful.
I just really wish it didn't come with a cock.
I'd tried to change it. I'd spent hours in my room changing back and forth, trying to will it away. No dice. It was a package deal. I was stuck with it.
But I wasn't going to let that stop me from being a Hero. So instead I'd focused on hiding it. I'd added a skirt to the costume I was sewing, used it to hide some extra room in the crotch.
I was convinced I was ready. That I could keep my...deformity secret.
I was wrong. I hadn't planned on having Menja throw Glory Girl at me on my first night out. I hadn't planned on her hand grabbing below the belt as we tumbled through the air.
And I really hadn't planned on Glory Girl being on the rebound and looking to "experiment". Which is why I was waiting downstairs in the Dallon house while Victoria got ready.
I just wish I knew why Amy looked so sick. Was it something she ate?
Santa CYOA
(Автор: BigBoom550)
"And have you been a good girl this year, Miss Fortuna?"
Alexandria's eye twitched as she watched Contessa, seated on the lap of an old, white-bearded man, nod happily. "Yep! I stopped experimenting on people, and started putting their lives back together!"
The red-clad man chucked, before nodding. "You sure have! Now, You're still putting things back together, so you're still on my naughty list. But be a good girl for another year, and you can get something then, hm?"
"Okay!"
He nodded, handing her a candy cain as she hopped off his lap, before looking at the other members of Cauldron. "Now, Harbinger, you know you're forever on my naughty list."
"I merely wished to express my thanks for... eliminating Jack."
"Oh, it wasn't for you. He wanted to ruin Christmas for a kind little girl, and I couldn't let that happen. Now, what is it that you two want?"
In a flash, Eidolon was on Santa's lap. "I want a red ryder bb gun with a compass in the stock!"
Alexandria's hand met her face with a loud crack.
Legend sighed, plunking an elf hat on her head. "Relax." He smiled. "Santa got me your Christmas present!"
"And that is?"
"Well, two things. First..." He brought his hand back, slapping her across the face. Her head jerked to the side as it hit, a... stinging...
"I... I can feel things."
"Well, that was a present for the both of us. I'm still upset you never told me about Scion." He sighed. "And as for the second-"
There was a flash, and a golden-clad man thudded onto the floor.
"...Hero?"
"Ow."
Lisa leaned back, fingering the choker, before looking back down at Aisha and Taylor.
"Wow you two are good." Nice to be able to do this without knowing evert disgusting detail. "Come on, Taylor, there's plenty of time. Besides, you'll find out your gift tomorrow."
Aisha grinned. "Oh, trust me..." She turned back to Lisa. "It's great."
Biran stared at the paperwork. Then he looked up at the man in the doorway, then back down.
"I was ordered to deliver this to you. Is... everything-"
He froze as Brian's arms wrapped around him, puling him close. It took a moment, then the lawyer realized the man was crying.
"Merry Christmas." Brian whispered, custody papers still clutched in his hands. "Merry Christmas."
Regent skipped around the room, cheerfully winding the explosive cord around the de-powered Heartbreaker. "Deck the halls with boughs of Holly~"
Danny closed his eyes, feeling the warmth against him. Annette shifted, once more trailing kisses down his jaw. "So where's Taylor?"
"At a friend's." He turned into her slightly, breathing in the scent he missed. "She'll be gone until tomorrow..."
"Plenty of time, then.
"Colin?"
"Yes, Dragon?"
"Can... can you message Narwhal? Tell her to bring me, um..."
"You sound distressed. Is everything all right?"
"YES! I mean, um. I'm great. Yes. Thank you. I'm fine... how are you?"
"Working on my armor." He sighed. "For some reason the codpiece is too tight.... Dragon?"
"What?" Santa raised an eyebrow at his wife's unamused stare. "She was a very good girl!"
Piggot sniffed the decanter...
...
"Eh, what the hell."
"Puppy!"
"If I find out where you got these..."
Assault grinned, grabbing his wife around the waist from behind and pulling her close. "Wasn't me." He answered honestly as she toyed with the lingerie. "But trust me... you don't need it to be beautiful."
"I swear, if this was a trick to get in my pants..."
"Aw, why would I need a trick to do that?"
The three siblings sat around the edge of the cliff, a basket of food between them. The oldest, a tall, dark-skinned man, leaned against a rock. His brother sat next to him, lean and pale. Their sister sat atop it, running slender fingers through long, white hair.
"So where to next?" Levi asked as the three sat around.
"Hm..." Sam sighed. "I do want to see Paris..."
"Then let's go." Benjamin stated, standing up. "Race you there?" he asked as the ground began to heat up.
Levi grinned, before the sound barrier broke, followed by a gigantic splash off-shore. Sam sighed, before accelerating straight up, even as Benjamin sank beneath the ground.
Santa sighed, setting his hat down on the top of the mannequin inside the closet.
Once a year he got this chance— the only power operating year-round was the immortality, and, well...
He smiled. He'd keep doing this forever. Once a year, bringing joy and peace to people around the world... he was no hero. Not like Legend, or Dragon. He couldn't risk himself like that, defending homes and hearths.
But he could help make sure the home and hearth were worth defending.
As his powers— time manipulation and teleportation among them— began to fade, he let out a long, content sigh, before heading to the window.
"Merry Christmas." He murmured to the stars.
Sveta and Dr. Yamada stared.
Sveta giggled.
Yamada quiety reached out.
Sveta giggled again.
Yamada held one small nub.
"This little piggy went to market..."
"SOPHIA HESS YOU GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Sophia fell out of her cot at headquarters, groaning as she hit the floor—
"Wait." She stood up, trying to—
Her powers. They—
"GET. IN. HERE."
As she stumbled into the main room, she saw it.
Miss Militia was standing over a pile of large, black rocks with a sign posted on it—
Ms. Hess has been a very naughty girl!
"Dennis." She automatically shot.
"I would believe that, but Clockblocker is currently at home, celebrating his father's recovery." She pinched her nose through the scarf. "And we know about Hebert."
"W-What?"
"We know. Armsmaster found a file regarding her." From behind her back, Miss Militia produced a large shovel. "Now. You've been hit with Armsmaster's experimental power neutralizer. You're not leaving this room until this coal..." She pointed at the pile. "Is in that container. ARe we clear?"
"Bullshit-"
"Language." Miss Militia calmly turned, leaned the shovel against the wall, and left the room.
Emma watched her parents.
Her parents watched her.
"I can explain-"
"No, you... really can't." Zoe offered. "What did Taylor do to you?"
"...Nothing."
"Exactly." Alan drummed his fingers. "Zoe, honey... I think boarding school might be good for her. Get her away from that Sophia girl."
"I think so to."
"But-"
"Not up for debate, Emma."
"Yep! All better mister! Now, you take care of that liver!"
THe man laughed and sat up as Riley hopped away from the table. "Oh, I will. Thank you!"
Riley nodded. "Merry Christmas!"
Saint groaned as his head pounded.
"What hit me?"
"I did."
He looked over to see a slight, thin man in a button-down shirt, seated backwards on a folding chair. "With this chair, actually. You and I need to have a talk."
"You-"
"Yeah, I'm ticked. When did I say you could get elbow deep in my daughter?"
"...Now I can explain-"
Lung stared at the sight.
Oni Lee was smiling, playing with several children. He was waking up?
Bakuda was squeeing like a schoolgirl at a piece of paper... a diploma, apparently.
He snorted, turning and returning to his home. He entered his room, looked at the sight on his bed, and then at the large card nearby.
Not quite real, but it's easier to take care of!
He quickly checked all around his home. Nobody.
He returned to his room, lay down, and cuddled the massive stuffed pony.
"Mine."
Theo looked at his father. Then he laughed.
"Theo, this is no laughing matter." The now-black Maximilian Anders stated. "Not at all."
"I-I think a coal joke would be racist!" Theo laughed.
Faultline looked around her group.
Labyrinth was asleep, calm and placid. Gregor and Newter were looking over files, alternating between elated and horrified. But human, both of them.
Coil stared at the paper.
Mr. Calvert:
I know.
Play nice. You have a potent gift. I suggest that Coil suffers an unfortunate accident, or else I will see to the systematic destruction of all you have built. Perhaps Mr. Calvert could do some good for the world, hm?
Sincerely,
Edward E. Elf,
North Pole Mission Intelligence.
Deckered
(Автор: SamPardi)
Incest, Futa
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Taylor braced herself against the wall of the dressing room and pressed her ass backwards.
Her partner pressed a hand into the wall above her while the other grabbed her hip and guided her backwards. Soon she felt smooth hard flesh pressing against the puffy lips of her entrance.
She couldn't help herself as her hips rolled and humped the intruder. Each time her pussy rubbed there was slightly less sticking of flesh on flesh and more smoothly gliding across the intervening layer of lubricant. The smoother the ride the harder she pressed herself back, needing to feel the press against her most sensitive nub.
They chuckled at her eagerness but certainly kept their own pace up. Then suddenly they'd pulled back further than usual and their slick length was inside her. She wanted to give some grand acknowledgement, to cry out in pleasure, but all that came out was a choked gasp. Their hand dropped from the wall, perhaps finally confident she'd braced herself adequately, and softly trailed down her stomach and through her pubic hair. It stopped briefly just above her pussy to trace faint circles, but after only a second or two of that it continued down until the middle digit rested on the hood of her clitoris.
Taylor pushed herself into the sensation as best she could while still holding to the wall for balance. The stroking of her clitoris made her legs feel weak and the slow in and out motion of the cock felt like it was building up to something. She wanted to say something, maybe something dirty, but her mind was overwhelmed. All she could do was continue to take short gasping breaths while her face burned from a wide mix of emotions.
Her partner suddenly leaned forwards. Their breasts pressed against her back and she could feel the hard nubs of their nipples pressing against her shoulder blades. Suddenly there was warm breath against the back of her ear, soon followed by the wet sensation of tongue exploring her sensitive lobes. It should have been disgusting. A slimy fleshy thing mauling the cartilaginous construct and leaving a wet trail behind. Somehow it made her flush from the sensuality and moan in pleasure.
The tempo at which they'd been dicking her suddenly kicked up. There was an almost palpable need to the action that communicated what was to come better than any words. Still it was several long minutes of pleasurable pussy abuse before they finally dug themselves deep with one finally thrust and shot hot sticky threads of cum into her deepest places. Despite their getting release their fingers don't stop.
Finally Taylor grunted and arched her back as something simultaneously centered on her clitoris and in the back of her mind exploded. For a few moments she whites out, lost in overload. When that fades she's clinging to the wall, breathing heavily, slick with sweat and her legs feel like they're made of jelly. She's facing into the dressing room's mirror now, and can see her mother's face looking back with a mixture of pride and the soft eyed affection of a lover.
Annette kissed the back of her neck and slid her into a dressing room chair. Then she walked over to a closet and opened it, searching for something.
While her mother's back was turned Taylor, for what felt like the thousandth time, watched the metal device that acted like a second spine as it articulated in synchronicity with the sensual movements of the back it rested on.
The woman turned back around holding a white box about as tall as her palm but several feet wide. "Here's your costume, Knight Owl. Try not to get it damaged before we can at least get you introduced," her mother teased. With a flick of her wrist the more experienced heroine used one of her little tricks to make her tinker armor instantly appear around her. "Now I have to get out and meet and greet before anyone gets suspicious. All a part of the burden of leadership... And Little Owl... Welcome to the Wards. You're going to have a blast!"
Taylor smiled and waved goodbye as the heroine discretely slipped out of the dressing room. "Thanks," she whispered to the empty air. Then her attention turned back to the box and a small rush of anxiety welled up within her. It was nothing like she'd felt only a short while ago. "Huh, it actually worked." Her hand fell to rub her pleasantly aching pussy. She could live with having her anxiety problems solved like that more often.
A Story Of WyldCard4 In Worm
(Автор: Wyldcard4)
JLA Mode: 8 Points: "Plan Write Something"
Complications: Enemy (Empire 88 +1), Enemy (Coil +1), Enemy (The ABB +1), Enemy (The Slaughterhouse Nine +2), Shard Influence ("Fx nk N'i wjfqqd uzy xtrjymnsl mjwj. Ktw wjfq." +2).
Total: 15
Major Powers:
