He threw another glance at her affection meter, then squared his shoulders. He'd have to do this sooner or later; no sense letting the opportunity go to waste.

"Well," he said slowly, not letting his anxiety show. "I thought we could go on a date."

Mistress Lisa

(Автор: vyor)

Fedorable requested a Skittles(smug bug is still the better name!) thing, so... here you go peoples, a Dom Lisa with a Sub Taylor, enjoy(and point out any and all flaws you ungrateful cretins!). This one actually had it's basic idea shoved into my skull before the OC sister thing.

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Taylor almost ran to the door where Lisa, Mistress, was staying. She shook lightly, as though the cold was getting to her through the light robe she had on, but it was something far more primal, lust.

There was fear too of course, that was always there. Fear that Mistress would hurt her like her former best friend had... but if she couldn't trust Mistress, who could she trust?

The door opened before she could knock, she always knew when Taylor hesitated and today was no exception. Walking in and shrugging off her robe, Mistress didn't like her being clothed after all, she looked around. She wasn't allowed to touch Lisa until allowed, and that included her bugs, so she was stuck using her eyes in the dark.

She almost jumped when she heard a voice from right behind her, "Good girl Taylor, getting her on time, and even undressed without prompting?" Arms wrapped around her from behind as tingles when through her body at each word, "And you need this so much, don't worry, I'm here, and I'll always be there when you need me."

Taylor felt tension she wasn't aware of leave her body at Mistress' touch and reassurance and she relaxed into the embrace, Lisa nuzzling her neck before lightly kissing it.

"Come on, I'd rather not have you make a puddle by the door, what would the other's think?" Taylor shivered, she almost wanted to disobey, the punishment worth it for the catharsis it would bring, but she needed her love more today, not that Taylor could put it into so many words. So she let herself be pushed into another room, all the while basking in the smallest of touches she was allowed.

They weren't walking for long before Lisa spun Taylor around and looked her in the eyes, pupils dilated with arousal.

Cupping Taylor's face, she spoke, "Taylor. My beautiful, loving, obedient, Taylor. My toy, my slave, my love." Taylor froze, this hadn't been what she had expected.

Lisa smiled wide, she loved catching Taylor off guard. "And as a reward for being so good, I'll let you pick any one thing you want me to do. Name it." Taylor's mouth went dry, she didn't know what she wanted, all she could do was whimper.

"Ah, you can't choose then? Well, I guess I get too." She grinned, "And I know just the thing."

Taylor was roughly pushed into a bed by Lisa before fingers found their way into her folds, drawing a gasp from the pinned girl. "I'll have my way with you, again and again and again. Until neither of us can stand it." Her fingers curled and Taylor raised her hips, trying to get them deeper. "Thought you'd like that."

Her fingers started to move again, back and forth, each stroke in going deeper than the last until they brushed her g-spot. Taylor came instantly, screaming Lisa's title to the heavens.

Coming down from that, Taylor was greeted with a kiss, long and deep, before it broke. "It's just Lisa right now, just for today." Taylor nodded, eyes not moving from the twin green abysses adorning Lisa before feeling the maddening fingers moving again.

She lost focus and collapsed, moaning and writhing around Lisa's embrace before it stopped.

She started begging, not knowing what was going on and not caring, Lisa's response was filled of pride, smugness, and adoration, "If I had known you wanted this that badly, I would have started with it."

Taylor only had time to register the words and the hungry grin from the blond between her thighs before her world became hazy again, lightning racing up her body from even the lightest of kisses and setting her nerves alight from the far more vigorous tongue. She screamed incoherently, hand curled in Lisa's hair and legs wrapped around her shoulders, not letting Mistress stop pleasuring her. Not that she wanted to stop if her moan of delight was any indication.

Lisa was on the way to an orgasm herself, thanks to her own efforts, so she attempted to time hers with one of Taylor's. They were always better when enhanced by her taste after all.

She failed, but when Taylor came from her trembling and scream it was made up for.

Taylor came again and again, each one more potent than the last, before her vision started to become dark.

Lisa finally stopped and slid up Taylor, kissing as she went, "I'd love to go on, but I don't think you could handle right now. So I think I'll just kiss you goodnight." The kiss was long without being sexual, finally relaxing Taylor to sleep.

Lisa smiled and allowed herself to drift off as well.

Oops

(Автор: Angush)

Aaaand here's the third one I forgot about. My take on 32nd freeze's idea from February. Those links do contain spoilers for the parts that will follow this, if anyone cares about that, but it shouldn't be tough to guess what'll happen regardless.

Contains: Taylor/Amy, temporary-futa, drunk sex. (12,333 words)

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Part 1

"C'mon Ames, it'll be fun!"

I gave her my best stink-eye. Or I tried to, anyway. She made it difficult, pouting and fluttering her eyelashes up at me — which required her to kneel down, given I was seated on my bed. Not to mention the subtle prodding of her aura — enough that its presence was noticeable, even if it didn't affect me. "I was planning to go to the hospital tonight."

"You went yesterday," Vicky said. "C'mon, please? They don't need you tonight. And if something comes up, I'll fly you right over!"

"Mm." I didn't stand, moving on to the next excuse on my mental checklist. "It's not really my scene."

"What isn't?" she said, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Talking to people? C'mon, Ames, it'll be fine! You don't have to drink or dance or anything. There'll be games to play and other things to do. And I promise I won't try to set you up with any guys. You can just sit around and talk with the girls or — oh! Kath told me about this girl, Melissa. She'll be there. I think you'd like her. She's really into biology and stuff."

I kept my face carefully blank, glancing around my room to hide how hard I worked to avoid laughing. If only she knew. When I finally composed myself, I moved on to my next excuse and said, "I don't know her. Or this... Kath."

"You do so know Kath! She's the one whose boyfriend cheated on her with Danielle Fuls. Remember? From chemistry? When they had that fight in the hall outside class?" She tossed her head. "Plus, Dean'll be there."

"Uh..." I frowned at the non-sequitur. "Isn't he hosting?"

"Well, yeah," Vicky said. "But what I meant was, it's not like you won't know anyone there. You'll have me and Dean, and I think Carlos or Dennis or one of those guys will be coming, too. But, Ames, you'll never make any friends if you don't talk to people. People you don't already know inside and out. So, like, people who aren't me."

That's a little patronising, Vicky, I thought. But of course, I didn't say it out loud. She was right. Not that it really mattered — the thought was dispelled the moment she smiled.

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" she said, voice growing more earnest. Painfully so. "I think this could be really, really good for you, sis."

I paused, but my resistance crumbled, drawing a sigh from my throat. I just wasn't cut out for saying no. Not to her. "Will you be drinking?"

"Of course!" Vicky said, jumping to her feet with a grin. She knew I'd caved, and I hadn't even said it yet. She could sense it. "But you don't have to if you don't want to. Nobody does. Believe it or not, you're not the only teen who practices abstinence."

I chuckled, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Abstinence was too strong a word. And either way, I didn't expect that attitude to last the night.

"So you'll come, then?"

"Yes, Vicky," I said, giving her a patient smile. "I'll come."

"Awesome!" she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet as if I only weighed two pounds. Super strength. I felt a moment of the usual jealousy — her power was way cooler than mine — but that turned to dread when I noticed the mischievous twist to her lips. "Now let's pick out something nice. I'm gonna make you look your best tonight, or I'll die trying."

I already regretted this decision.

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And I only regretted it more once things got started.

Dean was out front when we landed on the lawn, greeting guests. He was dressed casually, in store-faded jeans and a lame t-shirt with a stupid pun on it. "Vicky!" he said, holding out his arms. She put me down and they hugged, exchanging cheek-kisses. My self-control had been refined to a T over the years seeing this, but I was glad they restrained themselves to just the cheek. I might have vomited if they'd started making out again. "You made it."

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

"Yep," Victoria said, then grabbed my shoulders and pulled me forward. "Sorry I'm late, but I brought a plus one!"

"So I see," Dean said, turning to me.

I raised my hands to cover my body as he looked me up and down. There wasn't any actual perversion there, but I wasn't naturally comfortable in dresses, even in private. My hands accomplished little though; my body was a little too big for them. So I was left shuffling in place, probably looking as awkward as I felt. "Hi."

"Hi," Dean said, meeting my eyes — ever the courteous one — and smiling his usual smile. The kind of smile you just wanted to punch off his stupid face. Or maybe that was just me. "You look nice."

"Thanks," I said, barely able to keep the disgust from my voice. He frowned, a minuscule furrowing of his brow. He'd probably noticed the fluctuation in my emotions, and now wondered what he'd said wrong. I immediately berated myself. He was just trying to be nice. Even if he was clearly lying, there was no need to be a bitch about it. "Vicky picked it out," I added lamely, gesturing in her direction. She'd no doubt be happy to take charge for a bit. I was already exhausted of being social.

"Yup," my sister chirped, planting fists on hips. "It was the tamest thing in my closet. She vetoed everything else — including heels."

Tame, my ass. As if the amount of leg and arm it showed wasn't enough, the dress was a little too tight for my tastes, hugged my skin too closely. I couldn't help but think it emphasised my worst features. For instance, my power kept my healthy, but it didn't keep me fit, and bulges and flabby bits were pretty damn noticeable in tight clothing. Victoria had assured me it was fine, that I looked good, but I just couldn't bring myself to believe her.

Wearing this thing was another one of those impulsive, instant-regret decisions I only ever made to see her smile. The only part of the dress I really liked was that it was hers. I could almost imagine her smell pervading the fabric, keeping me company. Keeping me safe. As stupid as that was. Especially since it had been washed thoroughly since the last time it had adorned her skin — whenever that was. I'd never actually seen her wearing it before, but she had a lot of clothes.

A cur pulled up at the curb, receiving a glance from Dean. "Well," he said, smiling at us, "I've got to greet everyone else. You're welcome to stay out here if you'd like, but if not..." He pointed back to his house. The building was already almost shaking with the noise. "...there's food and drink in the kitchen, and the rec room is stocked with cards and board games. You know where the bathroom is. And you can stay the night if you'd like; I've got a pair of spare rooms upstairs set aside for the both of you."

Victoria snorted and leaned into his body, curling up against him. He put a hand on her back — a little too low for my tastes — and she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fully, on the lips. I looked away. "You really think I'll be using your spare room tonight?" she purred, her voice husky and perfect, and a little too loud — I doubted she meant for me to hear that.

I ignored the implication, and tried to picture what it'd be like if she were saying that to me. Doing that to me. It was a nice image. For a moment. Then I heard them kiss again, and it was gone.

Vicky grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the house with her, waving back at Dean. Crossing the threshold was like stepping into another world, where shitty techno music was the go-to choice for ambience and wearing clothes two sizes too small was considered acceptable.

My sister snaked through the sizeable crowd that had already gathered, dragging me behind her. She moved with purpose, though she couldn't possibly know who was here already or where they were. We stopped in the kitchen. Vicky released my hand and hugged a girl from behind, yelling, "Surprise!"

The girl shrieked. I tried not to feel jealous about the hug and how it must feel; Vicky hugged me all the time. I wasn't entirely successful. "Vicky!" the girl groaned, turning in my sister's arms while the people around her laughed. "I told you not to do that!"

"Sorry," Vicky said with a grin that belied her sincerity. "I couldn't resist." She pulled me forward, into the limelight. "This is my sister, Amy. She's a first-timer."

The three others around us gave names and waved hellos, then Vicky swept them up into her storm, and their conversation bowed to her wants. She tried to include me, but the scene shifted faster than the weather. People left to find their other friends, and new people interrupted constantly, until we were surrounded by an entirely different group, despite having not moved an inch. And I knew none of their names.

Vicky introduced me to some of her friends, like Katherine and Georgia and Renee and James, but they followed the same pattern. They would say something polite to me, then talk with Victoria until a distraction arose or they found something else to do.

The girl Vicky had told me about earlier was dragged over to join us at one point. Meghan or Miley or Melissa or something starting with M. She actually talked to me, not Vicky. But she just asked questions about my powers, getting me to touch her or other people and describe how parts of the body felt to me. She annoyed me. She seemed to catch on after a while, and started trying to talk about other things, but we clearly didn't have a lot in common, and she left soon after.