Taylor blinked and turned to Heather, "Wait, you don't have any partners?" At the replying headshake, Taylor goggled, "But you're hot! You can't not have someone working with you!"

Heather shrugged, "My boyfriend doesn't take Rutherford's class so he can't help me, and everyone else isn't exactly willing to risk getting teased for hanging out with 'that Apex chick' as the star quarterback so eloquently put it."

Taylor cocked her head a little, "Is it true about...well, your relationship?"

Heather groaned, "Of course you heard that one. Yes, we're both into Cape-Dom play and no, it wasn't my idea. It was his."

Noriko giggled, "I wonder how he'll take your promotion to Apex if that rumor is true."

Heather shook her head with a slightly amused, slightly sardonic smile, "More than a rumor. Apex Prime came to my hotel room and told me herself. Scared the hell out of my parents to have a sixteen-foot tall flying she-hulk decked out like some kinda sci-fi Roman Centurion telling their daughter that she was going to become an Apex for, and I quote, 'Progressing the political agenda of the Apex movement to greater political prominence' which sounds pretty doesn't it?"

"Sounds more like you were being patronised to me," Taylor remarked, "Like a dog being given a treat."

Heather started laughing, "Oh my god, I know right? I think she was disappointed I didn't bark for a treat too!"

Taylor checked her watch, "Oh man, we better get to lunch!" She looked thoughtful for a moment before turning to Heather, "Want to sit with us?"

Heather smiled, "No thanks. I appreciate the offer but I'm not that much of a social pariah. You'd be better off trying to make friends with the New Wave kids, they're always sitting alone. It's freaky, like an island, and it used to be like that before Panacea had her breakdown."

Taylor smiled, "Okay. I gotta go, so maybe you could tell Noriko where we can go to help you." She turned and ran off without another word.

Noriko and Heather looked at each other, before they laughed again and quickly traded contact information. As Heather walked away, Noriko carefully pulled out her phone and pressed the 'Answer' button to finally take the call, "Yeah?"

"Protectorate is investigating Ida chemical departments and subsidiaries. Suspect Ida involvement due to serum containing large amounts of TX-00987D Catalyst."

"I see, maintain observation and inform me of any further complications. Use discretion in regards to cancelling or moving ahead with shipment."

"Affirmative Ida-dono, observation will be maintained."

Noriko hung up, before dialing another number and waiting until it was picked up, "Whoza 'uck iz di'?"

"Midori Aino, your services are required." Noriko stated coldly.

"...yeah?"

"I want Ida Brockton Bay to be attacked. Chemical robbery. I will provide a decoy for your escape."

On the other end of the line, rapidly getting more sober and awake, the woman known as Bakuda perked up, "Oh yeah? How much are we talking about here, Hime?"

Noriko told her.

Seconds later, Bakuda was walking out of her room dressed for war, "Wake up you buncha chink sluts and gook bitches! Gotta fucking job for you so saddle up, nut up and put your war faces on!"

Her smile was cold, "We're hitting Ida!"

Once More, With Feeling

(Автор: Ziel)

Distantly, he wondered if Cherish ever smiled for real. So far, he'd only seen variations on fake. She emoted certainly, but nothing was ever real. It was like someone switching the heads on a doll. Happy face. Sad face. Angry face.

He had an idea of her background; gleaned from things the other Nines had said, mostly scraps passed on from Jack. Living with a man like Heartbreaker would explain a lot about her. He didn't think she realized that she'd turned out frighteningly similar to her father.

Her parentage also explained her affect.

Cherish lived vicariously. She was an empath. A vicious bitch of an empath, feeding off others' emotions to make up for own her lack there of.

"How are you feeling today, Taylor?" She'd coo, already wearing her plastic grin.

He didn't have to answer. She knew. Felt it with her sixth sense. But making him say it was part of her game. Admission produced more feelings for her to taste. Shame, anger, frustration, at being forced to play.

Sex was the same way. The only part of that that came as a surprise was that she wasn't more into it. God knew that Heartbreaker certainly hadn't shied away from rape.

Sex came part and parcel with being in the Nine. It was another debauchery to take part in. Siberian was the most obvious, but the others had their vices.

Jack had his knifeplay, and Shatterbird would almost always work herself into a frenzy during a fight before disappearing for a couple hours. She'd return, clothes tattered, hair tangled, smelling of stale sex and anger. He neither knew nor wanted to know what she got up to during that time.

Burnscar? Teen girls, ranging toward blonde. She almost always burned them to death afterwards. Not remotely a surprise there. Hatchetface? Rape, all the way down. Preferably female capes, but he'd take normals if he got them. Oddly, he almost always left those alive. Disfigured, but alive.

The others, thankfully, were either unable or unwilling. Crawler and Mannequin's sexualities both fell firmly into Taylor's brain-bleach category. Bonesaw was too young. Anyone who introduced anything sexual into her life would find themselves on the wrong side of Siberian very quickly.

But Cherish? She just wasn't in to it. Sex was another tool for her, another weapon.

"Cum for me, darling." She'd whisper, digging her nails into his back.

She'd straddle him, letting him watch, inch by inch as his cock disappeared into her. Exultation. Shaking her hips, she'd bottom out, barely slick around him, only lukewarm.

Only when he got going did she. His pain was her pleasure. His pleasure, her pleasure. He grew stiff, and she responded, drank deep from his arousal. She'd lean in, working up and down on his length, and whisper in his ear.

"Do you think your family misses you? How do you think they'd take this?"

Shame. Anger. Frustration.

The first time she'd done it to him, he'd seen red, nearly struck her. His fury sent her over the edge and she clamped down on him like a vice, further taunts disappearing in a cascade of moans.

This time?

"Get me pregnant." She hissed.

Fear. Shock. Surprise. Nausea.

She arched back, clawing her nipples, hair in her eyes, red lips parted in a silent scream. It took only a nudge for him to tip her back and go on the offensive. She was shaking, too weak to move when Taylor started thrusting again. He pressed her into the mattress, held her down with his body.

"Christ, I fucking hate you. You know that?" He snarled. "Crazy fucking bitch."

"Oh yes!" Cherish cried. "God, I know."

Every thrust brought a wet noise now, her fluids soaking into the bed under them.

"I hope you do get pregnant so I can watch you fuck up as a parent."

She grunted, wrapped her legs around his waist.

Taylor continued, started working her breasts in his hands. The flensed skin of her chest was ridged with scar tissue, and he doubted she could actually feel much, but he did it anyway, because he enjoyed it.

"You'll be just like your dear ole dad." He twisted her nipples roughly, working for a reaction. None. "Will you fuck your kids, just like he did?"

That did it. Cherish's eyes snapped open, and her mouth twisted into a honest to god frown. The first real frown he'd ever seen her wear.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Taylor!"

He jammed his thumb into her mouth. "Shut yours."

She bit him once, and then started sucking, fellating his finger, tasting the blood where she'd broken the skin. He was getting close now; his peak rising with a familiar tension. She was close as well. As close as he was; riding the same wave of pleasure.

So close. So, very close.

Still thrusting, he leaned in and pressed his lips to her ear. Brushed her hair back tenderly.

"You're beautiful when you're angry."

Amusement. Arousal. Anger. Love.

She came first, the words pushing her over their edge, and he followed. Cherish howled her climax, clawing blindly at the sheets, so tight around him that he could barely move. His orgasm hit him like a freight train; seeing stars, he thrust deep, spurted into her, every stream burning.

For a moment, they were still, locked together in congress.

And then it passed, the world beginning its rotation once more.

He lay beside her, sprawled out bonelessly, their bodies touching at the hip. She was silent for a long time.

Finally, she sat up, glared at him, and punched him squarely in the ribs.

"Asshole. If I wanted those feelings I'd find a real girl, not just a fucking drag queen like you."

And then she was straddling him again, her sex wet with his seed.

"Now again from the top. This time... with feeling."

Just A Little Blatant Revenge Fantasy

(Автор: jcogginsa)

I knew High School would be difficult. I had never attended the other kinds as I grew, and I still had trouble speaking. But this was not really about getting an education. My family were helping me get that just fine. This was about socialization. Making friends. I could do that. I think

* * *

I think I have a friend. She's taller than me, but meek. Her hair is....curly, I think the word is. I found her surrounded but some other girls, who were saying things. Not to her, but at her, I think. I could tell she wanted it to stop, so i stopped it. It was not hard, I just forced them apart and asked the girl if she wanted to be friends. She seemed surprised, but i think she nodded. We went off to eat the school lunch together, but one of the girl's tried to trip me. It just took a little leverage to trip her instead.

My Friend's name is Taylor.

* * *

Taylor and I became friends soon. I think she was lonely. She has no friends besides me, and the other girls in this school attack her often. They are lead by 3 girls. Sophia, a track star. Emma, a Model. And Madison, a lolicon. Emma used to be Taylor's friend, but isn't anymore. She doesn't know why, and neither do I.

I invite Taylor to my home over the winter break from school. She is impressed by the size, and spent most of the night staring at Dick. Jason thought that was humorous when I don't him later, but I don't understand why. Taylor seems to like my family.

* * *

I stalk the halls, searching. I am not good with words, but my body speaks for me, and it says 'Stay out of my Way.'

I find the three in the hall, looking happy with themselves.

"Y-you hurt Taylor." I say. My talking is still not good.

They roll their eyes at me. "So what? You can't prove we did anything. No one here is gonna stand up to the runt against us." The Track runner says.

"Confess." I demand

"Or what?" she taunts.

"I will break you leg."

For a moment, she is wary. I can tell she is a fighter, and i think she recognises that I am as well. But in the end, she thinks she can defeat me.

"Yeah right, i'd like to see you try it. You'd be locked up and-"

I begin with a jab to the throat and a quick punch to the stomach. She's out of breath and off balance. I follow with a weak uppercut to the chin. She is knocked back and starts to tumble. As she does, I strike a pressure point. The muscles of her left leg straighten out, and I stomp down on her knee. There is a sickening crack, and she howls in pain. Her leg is broken, and she is crippled for life, unless she can get a parahuman healer. No more track.

The model and the lolicon stare at me. I rush the model, and deliver two hard punches to her face. The first breaks her nose, and the second knocks out her two front teeth. No more modeling career. I turn to the Lolicon, who backs away, stumbling over promises to confess. I smile, and grab her by the arm. We walk to the principal's office. She will confess, and then i will confess to the assault

Queen Smooze: Slime Girls Need More Love

(Автор: Master of Squirrel-fu)

Schlup. schlup. schlup.

I'm pretty sure that if my current body was still capable of such a thing my blush would be luminescent right now. As it was I wasn't. I supposed I could easily fix that but it would defeat the purpose of completely changing my body to begin with. Probably should have thought that through more, looking back on it, identity concealment probably wasn't worth this much embarrassment. Sure I technically lacked all the important bits but going around effectively in the nude was not my brightest moment. God, what was going through my head to even consider that? Well at least it was humid out, it might even rain soon if I'm lucky.

Schlupschlupschlupschlup

I speed up my ministrations a little in anticipation. It's not something I'd done purposely but I don't bother restraining myself, it's not like it's hurting him. Even if it did I wouldn't care, he's just a hu— a thug after all. I frown down at the man I'm currently and thoroughly violating, I'd almost forgotten about him actually. He'd stopped struggling a few minutes ago and hadn't really moved since, were I not inside him I might have thought I'd accidentally killed him. But made sure that I supplied him with the proper nutrients and necessities so he hadn't either been drained to death nor smothered, so he'd probably just passed out.

Now that would not do.

I gather more of myself around him, and with a bit of effort lift him up to face me. The look of utter bliss on his face was clearly visible through the clear liquid mass that made up my body. His unfocused eyes, completely detached from reality, just stare vacantly ahead as his jaw is kept open by my probing form. That lewd expression was both pleasing and mildly irritating. So pathetic.

With a wet slurping sound I slowly remove myself from inside him, inching my way out of his throat and nostrils, making sure to thicken and vibrate to tickle him on the way out. His moans are choked on the tendrils still inside even as his muscles twitches in the confines of my body. Finally with a pop, I remove myself form him, clearing his airway and inner ears, leaving them no doubt cleaner than they were before. A small portion of 'me' is delegated to breaking down the new nutrients I'd extracted from him, while the larger whole focuses on the comatose gangbanger.

Now that I actually look at him I notice his apparent youth, possibly a year or two younger than me. He looked vaguely Asiatic, along with his choice of clothes I'd pegged him as an ABB member. His hair was a rather odd thing, black though in the right light seemed a rather dusty purple. His frame had some decent musculature on it, much to my delight, but not as much as I'd prefer sadly. Instead his build was slight, almost feminine in proportions, matching his androgynous face. I honestly would have preferred someone... larger, but beggars can't be choosers. Besides he was a cute kid. Very pretty.