"Hmm?" Sophia smirked. Placing her right glove in teeth she slowly pulled it off her hand. Taylor watched her with wide eyes, her pupils dilated so far that her eye could barely be seen. As she moved her still gloved left toward her mouth Sophia seemed to think differently. Bring her hand down to the laying girl's mouth she ran her finger along her lower lip. The meaning was clear enough. Opening her mouth Taylor grabbed the loose part of the fabric with her teeth. Pulling her hand back the glove slid off.

"That's my girl." Sophia purred sliding her hand down. However instead of retuning to Taylor's breasts the hand traveled lower. Much lower.

Taylor let out a gasp as the hand found its destination. A shiver ran trough her body as she felt Sophia's finger ran through her slick folds. After a few passes the still costumed hero brought her fingers up to her lips, sucking the juices off them.

Closing her eyes to savor the taste Sophia smirked. "Still not in the mood?"

"T-that's so un-unfair." Taylor panted. She only received a smile in response before Sophia slipped her hand back into the fair skinned girl's pjs. However she merely ran her fingers around Taylor's pussy lips. Taylor whined and raised her hips desperately trying to get more friction. Sophia used her other hand to press her hips to the bed.

"You got to ask honey. I won't do it unless you ask. Your rules." The teen's voice was surprisingly calm, firm.

"Puh-please, So-Sophia. Fuck me. I need...I need." Taylor could barely talk through the haze.

Laying a kiss to Taylor's mouth Sophia slipped her finger into the girl's hot pussy. The brunette moaned into the other girl's mouth. She was close. So close. It never took much.

Sophia broke the kiss and moved her mouth to Taylor's ear. Gently she nibbled the prone teen's ear. At the same time her thumb began to roll over Taylor's clit. The sensation nearly overwhelmed her.

"Su-so close. I gotta. I gotta." Taylor's mind was unable to form the words.

"It's ok sweetheart. Cum for me." Sophia whispered into Taylor's ear.

That was all the encouragement she needed. Star-burst exploded behind her eyes and her backed arched. A name may have past her lips but Taylor could say which.

By the time the tremors had passed Sophia had risen and was collecting her discarded gloves.

"Leaving already?" Taylor asked, her voice shaky. "Don't you want me to, you know?"

"Nah, getting you revved up wore me out. 'Sides your dad and GI Jane are still heading to New York for the weekend right?" Taylor nodded, her dad had been planing the trip for weeks. She assumed he was planing to pop the question. She tried to ignore how that made her feel.

"Well I figure that gives you three days to pay me back." Sophia shot her a smirk as she started to leave. "I've got some ideas where you can start."

Embarrassing Revelation

(Автор: CptTagon)

Tried my hand at writing an omake for Conquest Quest.

Аmy yawned and stretched as she walked down the stairs. Mom and Dad had taken an all-night patrol last night and still weren't up. Vicky was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the paper and picking at a fruit salad. God, with the morning light shining through her hair, and that night robe... Amy shook those thoughts out of her head, and sat down opposite her sister.

She noticed that Vicky kept looking up at her for a few seconds, and then glancing back down at the paper.

"So what's so interesting in the news that you've been reading the article for the past five minutes, Vicky?" Victoria started, looked at Amy, and then looked away, red dusting her cheeks.

"So, when do we get to meet Taylor, Ames?" Amy just stared at her sister for a minute. How does anyone know about that!?

"W-who? I don't know anyone named Taylor, I think. Oh, wasn't o-our neighbor's kid named-" Oh God, why can't I lie better. It's because Vicky is just so smart, if only she—

"Oh really? You don't know anyone named Taylor? You sure sounded appreciative of him last night when you were talking about him," Vicky eyebrows raised, and she leaned forward, causing her robe to fall open an inch.

Last night? I didn't talk to anyone last night. I came home from the hospital, went to my room and didn't come back out. How could Vicky have heard me talking? All I did was oh shit! Amy had considered how to broach the topic of Firefly to her family, but spilling her name while masturbating was the single worst option she could think of. It wasn't her fault. Really, it was Firefly's fault. Her long hair, those deep eyes, those breasts that just swayed so invitingly, focus Amy!

"Uh, no one really, just someone I know, from, from the hospital."

"Uh huh. When do I get to meet the guy who finally charmed my sister?" Amy could see Victoria thinking about what she would do to any guy who was too sleazy towards her darling sister. If only she felt more strongly about me. No, I have Firefly. I know she wants me. She's just as hot as Vicky, I need to think about her. Firefly kissing me. Taylor removing her shirt. Taylor removing Vicky's shirt, god damn it brain!

"Well, maybe in a few weeks or something. Or maybelater,gottogobye" Amy shot up the stairs. Time to go to the hospital and try to get rid of those thoughts. But hadn't Tay-Firefly told her to relax more often? Yeah, maybe stop at a coffee shop on her way to the hospital.

Good Morning, My Love

(Автор: Helpless Kitten)

Amy knew that the last thing she wanted to do, was open her eyes. She just wanted the world to go away. So she ignored the blinding headache. She ignored her body's soreness. She ignored her power as it examined the parahuman girl laying beside her. She ignored the metal band around her ring finger and the matching band around her bedmate's finger as it rested against her bare stomach.

She had had an exceptionally shitty day. Maybe that didn't justify stealing some of Carol's brandy, but Amy had felt she needed it. Then, when the brandy had run out, Amy had felt she needed a bit more. One thing led to another and then another and that led to raiding a Merchant drug house and everything after was pretty much a blur. Amy thought she remembered Legend getting into a fist fight with a winged kangaroo at some point, but that was impossi... Ok, that was totally possible, but really, how likely was that, even with all the strange powers running around.

Maybe if she ignored it hard enough, she wouldn't have to deal with it. Maybe... The girl beside her chose right then to wake up, find she was not alone, and shoot like a bullet into the bathroom, her extreme speed flipping the mattress and dumping Amy on the floor. Fucking perfect.

There was a few moments of confusion as Amy tried to awkwardly push the mattress off of herself before her mystery wife calmly reopened the bathroom door. She set a sedate path across the suite, pick up the mattress and threw it across the room with one hand. Amy finally got a good look at the girl— no, woman's— face.

"Why is Crawler dead in the bathtub?" Director Costa-Brown, or rather, Alexandria while in her costume asked.

Amy took a second to process those words and concluded that they still did not make sense, even with a second consideration. "What."

A scowl marred Rebecca's beautiful -too young— face. "Crawler." She reiterated. "Slaughterhouse member. Adaptive regeneration. Has come back from being nearly atomized before. He's dead. In the bathtub. How?"

Panic started to settle into Amy's gut. What if the rest of the Nine were still around? How did Crawler die in a way that left remains? Was that Skitter passed out on the couch? Why was Skitter passed out on the couch while wearing Lung's mask over her own and the Pope's iconic hat? Rebecca followed Amy's gaze to the couch and glared.

"Hey, you." She called out sternly as she marched over to the sleeping super villain. "Wake up and tell me what the hell is going on!" Amy winced at Rebecca's volume. Skitter just threw her Pope hat at the source of the noise.

"Oh God, why did I let Dinah convince me drinking was a good idea?" Skitter moaned and rubbed her eyes under her mask. "I swear to every god I've never believed in that I'm going to punt the next pre-cog that gives me advice."

Rebecca seethed at being ignored until she processed what the hung over villain had said. She stood incredibly still for a moment before screaming at the top of her lungs, "FUCKING THINKERS!"

Skitter crashed to the floor, holding her ears. "Jesus bitch fuck!" She exclaimed. "Give my ears a fucking break, youuuuu..." Skitter trailed off for a moment as she recognized who she was yelling at. "Mam'." She finished, lamely.

Alexandria blurred in a moment of super speed and Skitter found herself face down with her hands bound behind her back.

"... Really? Fuzzy handcuffs?"

Alexandria blushed a bit but maintained her composure. "We make do with what we have. Please keep in mind that I will take joy in breaking your legs if I see any insects within 100 feet of us."

"Fine." Skitter grumbled. Alexandria ignored her.

"You should get dressed Miss Dallon, I'll be calling in PRT troops to secure the area." Amy blushed as she remembered her nudity.

"Would you... Um... Mind getting my... Underthings down from the fan please?"

* * *

The PRT response was prompt and filled Rebecca with pride. Their words, however, just filled her with rage.

"What do you mean, 'You can't arrest her?'" She shrieked. The poor officer shrank before the legendary hero's anger.

"She was issued a presidential pardon for all crimes, past, present and future for killing Leviathan."

"She did what?!"

"Wait, does that mean I can do whatever I want without legal repercussions?" Everyone stared at Skitter on the ground. "I mean, 'How in the world did I do something so amazing?'" She said with forced awe in her voice. Alexandria glared. The soldier cleared his throat.

"No one is sure. You just showed up at Alexandria and Panacea's wedding, dropped Leviathan's head on the table next to Behemoth's and the Simurgh's and asked, 'Hey, I killed one too, does that mean I can get in on this?'"

Amy paled and asked, "Oh God, I'm not married to her, too, am I?" Skitter made a quick show of checking her fingers for a ring. When one wasn't found, Amy let out an explosive sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God! Uh, no offense."

"None taken. I'm straight." Skitter replied. "Anything else world shaking happen yesterday?"

The soldier gave Skitter a long, strange look. "Mam," He replied evenly, "You three killed the Endbringers 5 days ago."

Love Lift Us Up

(Автор: Helpless Kitten)

It had been 20 years since Nilbog changed the world. 20 years since a group of politicians decided they knew better than the Protectorate Thinkers. They dropped their bombs, Nilbog released his revenge. People died in droves in the beginning. It was a horrible, grizzly end, where victims simply began to melt and decompose in horrific agony. It was an airborne virus that, by all accounts, should have wiped humanity from the Earth. These days, Thinkers will tell you that it would have taken 3 hours to kill all life over 6 ounces.

But not even the best Thinker can predict a trigger.

He was later called Sukebe, for lack of a real name and as a friendly nod to his apparent perversion. He was an older, Japanese man that kept mostly to himself. He had no family, no next of kin, not even a girlfriend. Most of what is known about him has been reconstructed by Thinkers in an effort to make sense of the motivations behind his actions. Disagreement abounds, but one fact is undeniable.

Sukebe wanted children.

When he contracted Nilbog's Revenge, he triggered with the ability to control viruses. As his first and last act as a parahuman, he changed the virus ravaging his body to something that would change the body instead of breaking it down. Then he died, because his power made him immune to disease 2 minutes after his skin had begun to liquefy.

Sukebe's Mercy went to work quickly. In roughly half of the population, it worked as intended, countering Nilbog's revenge and granting a near universal enhanced healing factor. In the other half, people began to change dramatically.

Entire species began to emerge from Humanity. From angelic looking Celestials to demonic Infernals to actual Dragons, the transformed humans ran the gambit of nearly every fantasy race ever dreamed of. Officially called 'Metahumans' and unofficially called 'Sukebe's Children' or 'Sukie's, they wielded incredible powers.

But nature never intended for humans to have these kind of bodies, and Subeke didn't have a lot of time to make his creation stable. It quickly became obvious that something was very wrong with the transformed. Rational thought seemed to slowly leave them until they became little more than super powered animal. A solution was swiftly found in the form of 'Taming'.

The ethics of taming have since been debated but the facts remain. Sukies need taming, or they will lose their minds.

Of course, since then, many agencies and organizations have come into being to protect and aid Sukies. With the potential for abuse on both sides of the Tamer/Sukie relationship, any Tamer or Sukie caught harming the other without express, written consent are prosecuted to the full extent of the law. In addition, laws regarding what constitutes pedophilia have been reworked with taming in mind. Though it is technically legal, most people look very poorly on Tamers with much younger Sukies, or vis versa.

Also of interest is the phenomenon known as the delta bond. For reasons no one quite understands, Sukies can form teleempathic bonds with Tamers that they respect and love. Popular media has taken to this concept and romaticized it within an inch of its life.

In conclusion, Metahumans changed society as much as Parahuman before them, maybe more. Only time will show what form humanity will take next.

* * *

Taylor looked at the report in her hands with a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to show her parents and her Tamer! A+! She had gotten a few points off for grammar, but still! The last paper of 8th grade and she aced it!