Greg stopped dead. There was his glittering prize, surrounded by the harpies. They penned her in with a crush of bodies to keep her from running from the barbed words. There was nothing he could do to stop them. As helpless himself as Taylor, Greg looked around desperately for some sort of escape. There! Mr. Gladly was looking right at them! Surely, he could break this up!
But he didn't. The teacher turned away without a word. A tacit approval, a condemnation to the many vicious pricks of the bullies' verbal jabs. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was apathy but it didn't matter. He left this little drama to the players on the stage. There would be no out of context solution. The injustice of it all roiled in Greg's heart. If no one else would, why not him? They would tear him apart, that's why! Fear and hesitation warred with his conviction until he saw the tears in Taylor's eyes.
"Hey!" He called out. The hallway was silenced and all eyes turn to him. "You should all... stop. Leave her alone." Every word was quieter than the last as the attention stalled out his conviction.
Emma chuckled, an ugly sneer on her otherwise beautiful face. "Oh, this is hilarious! One pathetic loser coming to the rescue of another. Tell me something, Hero. What are you going to do about it if we don't?"
"I— I'll..." Greg stuttered as his mind grasped desperately for an answer, but none came.
"What's that? 'You're a spineless moron'? How about, 'You have no friends'? Did you think Taylor would let you fuck her skinny ass if you saved her from the big, bad bullies?" Greg flushed in embarrassment. "Oh my god, you actually did, you disgusting little troll!"
Greg's hands were slick with sweat as the entire hallway laughed at him.
"Well, I suppose that's the only way a freak like you would get laid."
"Oh god, she'd probably let him anyways."
"Anyone have some condoms? Do the gene pool a favor and keep these two from making any freak babies."
On and on the jeering went. Greg, ears and face burning, looked to Taylor and she looked away.
"Just... Just go, Greg."
Something inside of Greg snapped and—
* * *
-Greg forgot something. Taylor and Sophia were on the floor but the other bitches were still laughing at him. Rage and humiliation erupted within him and, by instinct, he raised his hand towards Emma, the ringleader. Clear water gushed out of his hand and struck Emma and the two girls next to her, pushing them back and knocking over Taylor. Greg barely had the time to realize what he had done when Sophia tackled him. Strong and athletic, she wrestled him into a painful pin and began to strike him in the temple. Fear that Sophia would actually kill him spurred Greg into using his power again, blasting the ball of violence and fury in the shape of a girl off of him. Without Sophia on top of him, he could take stock of the situation.
Everyone able to had already fled. They had all heard of outcasts triggering in the middle of a school and the body counts associated with such events. Sophia was looked as confused as he was. She shook her head free of water then gently touched the cat ears on top of her head. Greg could see a long, fluffy, black tail sticking out behind her. Emma and her two flunkies struggled to to untangle themselves from each other from atop Taylor's untransformed, unconscious body, occasionally yelping in pain as bovine horns and newly massive breasts complicated the endeavor. Sophia's face morphed into a rictus of fury as she looked at her clawed hand, then looked at him. She moved into a position to pounce and Greg held up his hands to defend his face.
"Wait! Stop!" He cried desperately with his eyes closed. When no pain came, he opened his eyes. Sophia, Emma and the other two girls were completely still, with the exception of Emma's quivering arm as she held herself in an awkward position. "Stand up." He tried and all four transformed girls stood, on Taylor in Emma's case.
"Get off!" He yelled as he pushed the cowgirl off of Taylor. Emma hit the wall of lockers and her overburdened top lost a few buttons. Her hands grasped the opened top and ripped it further. One hand slipped into her pants and she began to finger herself furiously while the other hand exposed her breasts and she started to twist her nipple. Emma looked Sophia directly in the eyes and moaned lewdly. The other two cowgirls embraced and began to explore each other's bodies. Sophia stripped and walked over to Taylor. She slapped the unconscious girl. At the first signs of the bullied girl's stirring, Sophia straddled Taylor's face and began grinding her muff into it. Taylor made a noise of surprise and dismay and struggled against her attacker but Sophia held her firmly down by the hair, then reached back to cruelly pinch and twist Taylor's nipple.
"What are you doing?" Greg yelled as he pulled Sophia off of Taylor.
"Your command." The four girls replied in sync, even as they did their best to 'Get off'.
"What did you do? What did you do!?" Taylor screeched.
"I-I'm, Sophia, stop! I'm controlling them." Greg replied, wonder in his voice.
"Greg, stop it. This is wrong." Taylor commanded, iron in her voice for the first time that he could recall.
"I don't know how! And even if I did, I can make them stop! I can make sure they never torment you again!"
"They don't deserve this. Stop, or I'll make you stop." A dangerous gleam entered Taylor's eyes as she threatened him but Greg ignored it.
"Did you deserve the Locker? They had something like this coming! If you can't do it, I can— What's that buzzing?"
Thousands of insects flooded the hall. They covered everything, crawling over his skin and in his hair and pants and oh god, why was this happening?
"I said stop." Came Taylor's voice, imperious and sure in a way he never could have imagined it being before. Was she doing this? She must have triggered in that filthy locker. Couldn't she see he was doing this for her? He just wanted her to be happy, to be strong! Righteous fury and desire for strength burned within him like a miniature sun as his power lashed out again. Taylor was taken by surprise as the stream of water soaked her.
"Take the insects away!" Greg commanded and the swarm that had engulfed him dissipated. Before him stood Taylor, taller than ever with two extra sets of arms and waves of heat rolling off of her. She made to lunge at him, but he was ready this time. "Taylor, stop!"
She froze and the temperature stopped rising. Before Greg could really contemplate what to do next, a loud mooing sound distracted him. He turned to it's source to find Emma on her knees, panting for breath with milk running down her front in streams from her nipples.
"What... did you... do to me?" The cowgirl asked between gasps, tears streaking her face. "I couldn't..."
"Emma, stop." Greg commanded. So his control lasted until they completed the command. He could deal with that. "Sophia, stop. Um... Cowgirls 2 and 3, stop. Huh, that worked."
He stopped for a moment himself. OK, so he was a master now. What should he do? He blushed as his eyes fell on Emma's leaking breasts then turned to Taylor.
"Do you like me?" He blurted out.
"No." Came five immediate responses. He flinched.
"Taylor, do you think you could have ever like-liked me?" He tried again.
"No." His heart sank.
"Why not?"
"I have trust and abandonment issues and am not attracted to you." Her voice was mechanical and dry in her analysis. Emma's was less so.
"Because you're a weak loser, ugly and awkward and Taylor likes beefcake and is mine."
"Don't insult me!" Greg yelled. "Why are you such a fucking bitch!?"
"To cover for my insecurities." Was Emma's reply.
"Because the strong should crush the weak and words are weapons." Was Sophia's.
"I wanted to fit in." Cowgirl 2 offered.
"I want Madison to love me and she likes it when Taylor cries." Cowgirl 3 said.
"Because I don't like you and would rather be alone than be your friend."
Taylor's reply cut deeply and brought tears to his eyes. What had he done wrong? What did he do to deserve that ugly sentiment? She knew exactly how painful it was to be alone but she would still take that pain over being with him. Anger and shame ate away at him as a heavy pain clenched his heart.
"Fine." He ground out. "You know what? Fine! Taylor, Get on your knees!"
She knelt. He unzipped his pants.
"I don't need you to love me. Taylor, give me a blowjob then wait for my next order."
Without ceremony, she pulled down his pants and took his half-flaccid member into her mouth. He quickly reached his full hardness as she ran her tongue up and down his length. His inexperience shone through as he quickly reached orgasm and spilled his seed down her throat.
"Swallow then wait." Greg panted out. "OK. Full Heartbreaker then. What did PHO say about him?"
"No one can touch him because his victims would cause untold devastation if he went down." Taylor supplied.
"Right. Protect me if I'm attacked. If I get taken down, go on a rampage until I'm released. Never attack me." It wasn't comprehensive, but it was a start. Now he just needed some place to hold up. "Follow me."
He walked to the series of glass doors at the front of the school and peered out at the line of PRT troopers reinforced by several distinctive capes, including the majority of New Wave. Wow, that was an impressive response time, he thought numbly. Assuming that someone call them the moment he first shot water out of his hands, that's still, what? Fifteen minutes? A voice called out through a loud speaker.
"This is the PRT. You are surrounded. Surrender peacefully and the circumstances of your trigger will not be held against you." Called out Armsmaster, leader of the local heroes.
Panic began to well up but he fought it back down. He could do this. He just needed to let them know how serious he was. He quickly whispered an order to Cowgirl 2, the one he found the least attractive and thus, the most expendable. She calmly walked over to the glass door and opened it.
"If anyone enters the building or tries to attack Morphos, all of the hostages will either kill themselves or fight you to the death!" She called out then closed the door and walked back to Greg.
Greg looked out at the stunned and grim line of heroes and officers. Good, he thought, they know he means business. Now he just had to get out of here.
"Alright girls, I'm going to try and get us out of here. My plan is to have you all surround me and use you as a threat to keep them at bay. Can anyone see a flaw in my plan?"
Emma, Sophia and Taylor all said "Yes", even as 2 and 3 said "No." Greg sighed.
"Taylor, what's the flaw in my plan?"
"Miss Militia is on a building about a block away with what feels like a sniper rifle. If you step out, she will kill you and the rest of us will be hit with containment foam for our safety and that of those around us."
"How can you possibly know that?" Greg boggled.
"I can make basic topographical mental maps of anywhere I have insects through the sense of procioception, the feeling of where parts of your body are in relation to the rest."
"Huh. Is anyone in the school other than myself and people I control?"
"No."
"Inform me if anyone tries to enter." Greg pondered for a moment. "Emma, what do you think was the problem with my plan?"
"They would never let a Ward leave under a Master's control. Sophia is too important." Greg whipped his head around to Sophia.
"You're a Ward?" He asked, incredulous.
"Yes." Sophia answered as the other girls answered negatively.
"Shit, I just threatened to kill a Ward. Shit!" Greg fell to silence as he ran over the situation but panic was beginning to seep in again. "What did you think the flaw was, Sophia? And what's your power?"
"They would rather kill us all than let another Heartbreaker go free and have time to entrench and I have an intangible Breaker state that resembles a billowing shadow and is disrupted by electricity."
"Shadow Stalker. Of course you're Shadow Stalker. Fuck me!"
Immeadiately, Sophia pushed up against him, grinding her naked body against him. Well, he hadn't meant for this to happen, but why the fuck not? He let her unbuckle his pants and slide them down. She took hold of his cock and swiftly stroked him to full hardness. She lined up his turgid length with her slit and swiftly guided him in. He moaned as her soft folds encircled him. Hard and fast, she rock against him. He had just cum with Taylor but this was... Wholly different. Amazing. He came again nearly immediately but she didn't stop when the forceful motions became painful against his sensitive member.
"Sophia, stop! Fucking shit. Gonna have to be careful with cussing. Don't want all of you suddenly loosening your bowels. Thanks though. It helped clear my head." An evil little thought entered Greg's mind. "As a reward for being such a good little slut, how about this? Taylor, fuck Sophia until she cums screaming. Sophia, you may speak and scream freely in regards to Taylor fucking you."
"Don't you fucking dare, Hebert! I will fucking end you once we get out of this you fucking— Shit!" Sophia's tirade ended as Taylor pushed her to the ground then knelt beside the fallen Ward. "Fuck! Don't! I'm-Ah!" Sophia cried out as Taylor roughly began to rub Sophia's pussy. Taylor's other primary hand grabbed Sophia's hair and pulled her head back. The Asura's bottom set of hands pulled open her victim's legs and anchored her control by firmly grasping Sophia's thighs while pulling her close with impossible strength. The middle set of hands was free to roam over breast and abdomen, groping and kneading. Sophia cried out in anger as the first finger entered her but quickly turned to quiet squeaks as Taylor worked her towards an orgasm. She tried to scream as she came, but she could only moan as the second, then third fingers began to push into her.
"Please. Don't-Fuck! This isn't you!" Taylor ignored the pleas so she switched tactics. "Greg, make her stop! Ahn! Fuuuuck! They're going to fucking kill you! You're fucking rapi-" Her words cut off as she reached whatever limit the order allowing her to speak considered relevant to the sex.
"You know, this isn't really fair to Taylor." Greg mused. "Taylor, you may speak freely in regards to Sophia and the sex you're having."
"The only reason I didn't drown you in spiders was because I'm a civilized person who, unlike you, doesn't resort to violence for every petty grievance. I'm sorry for not killing all of you. Considering the alternative, it would have been a mercy. I'm going to try and make this quick." Taylor spoke clearly.
"Fuck you too, you bitch!" Sophia screamed back, even as she bucked and writhed against Taylor's many hands. "Fuck you! I'm going to survive this shit and fuck you into the ground you stupid, condescending CUNT!" Sophia's voice hit an octave higher as Taylor twisted her nipples and hit just the right spot in her pussy at the same time.
