I can still see, even as she's doing these things to me. I can see her own arousal, growing like a fire inside of her. See the blood flow through her body, see her nipples rise and her juices flow at the very act of dominating. All the while, I can see that lingering little ball of disappointment inside of her. "I know you're weak. You'll do what I want." She taunts.
"You want me to do what you want?" I tease back, locking eyes with her as I pant for air. We stare for a long moment, her hand and her knee working tirelessly, trying everything they can to make me flinch away and break the deadlock. It doesn't work, I endure, and then she blinks.
Just like that the tables are turned, as I spin around and pin her to the mirror. She can break my grip in an instant, if she wanted to. She's stronger than me, by far, even without her powers. Instead she looks on with wide eyes as I lean in and bite her neck, hard.
She gasps, and I'm treated to the beautiful sight of her body lighting up like a Christmas tree. Her shirt comes up, and her bra is roughly shoved aside for my hands to practically maul at her tits. I spare no effort on being gentle, cupping, lifting, squeezing and twisting at her breasts as she groans beneath me. I kiss her and this time her tongue puts up only a token resistance to mine before submitting under me.
A hand reaches down to her pants, grasping in just the right spot and removing them with a sharp tug, leaving her standing in only a skimpy thong. "Surprised?" I tease, running a finger over the soaked fabric. "This is what you wanted, right?"
Her hips buck, desperate for more as she gasps for breath. "I'm not going to tell Madison. You are."
She growls, her muscles strain, but her heart really isn't in the posturing, especially when I slip a finger inside of her. "You're going to do it, because you love this Sophia. Don't bother lying."
She grunts, lowering her hips to rock at my finger while I tease her with a second one. "Go on, say it."
"F-fuck-ah!" She shouts, eyes widening as I pinch at her clit.
"Ah ah, you've got to be quiet." I smirk, pecking her lips and withdrawing as she tries to kiss me. "Come on, say it and I'll give you a reward." I step back, wiggling my hips as I slowly shimmy out of my drenched panties. "Say it, and I'll let you give me a kiss."
She licks her lips, looking down at me, and then up again. There's conflict there, and she squirms even more as I start to withdraw my fingers. "I-Ah!" She squeaks girlishly as I turn her around on the mirror, letting her watch her expression as I slap her ass.
"What's wrong? Weren't you going to say something?" I taunt, running a finger across her lips and up the crack of her ass.
"I-Ow!" She hisses again as I slap her ass once more. It's fun, though she's being a bit too noisy. Still, no other living people are in the change room at least. "I l-ow!" Another spank, and I can hardly suppress my giggle.
"You really have a sensitive ass, don't you?" I tease, causing her to squirm and grow angry. "I guess I'll have to break you in, if I'm going to spank you regularly. Still... That could be a good thing, if I want to fuck it..." I run a finger down her crack, feeling her clench up before the probing digit. "Or kiss it." Her arousal spikes at the thought, and a shiver runs up her spine. "Where was I?"
"I love this." She gasps, not stopping this time as I swat her backside. "Now stop tormenting me, you bitch."
I step back with a laugh, letting her spin and capture me in her arms. Our breasts push together as she captures me in a passionate kiss, her own hands gripping tightly to my backside. It lasts only a moment before she drops to her knees. "You promised." She grunts, and I spread my legs and lean back, letting her get to work.
* * *
"Hey, what took you so long?" Madison asks, bright eyed and cheerful as I finish straightening up and putting some of my new clothes on.
"Some of them don't quite fit." I shrug, trying to play it cool. Sophia leaves the change room over, having phased through the wall while in that higher plane of existence to avoid drawing attention to our little... Whatever that was. I don't know what to call our relationship, especially after she just sort of grunted and went on her way at the end of it.
Say what you will about the group of girl's I'm suddenly involved with, they're certainly an interesting bunch.
"Oh, hey Sophia, not getting anything?" Emma asks, smiling politely. Sophia shrugs, looking disinterested and the attention turns towards Taylor, who comes out of the dressing room wearing her usual baggy sweater.
"The colors are too bright." She mumbles, looking a bit put out. Emma rolls her eyes and charges forwards, all but bull rushing the poor girl back into the change room. I don't need to turn around to spot Madison give Sophia's face a quick lick.
"Missed a spot." She teases happily.
A Simple Soul (Worm CYOA)
(Автор: Jack of Olives)
A Simple Soul (Worm CYOA)
Setup:
Type: Standard (+5 pts)
Powers: Aura (RWBY) with the ability to make Vytal's tech and the mental archive on how to use both (-4 pts)
Disadvantage: Randomly-Reincarnated* (+2 pts)
Advantage: Plot Armor (-2 pts) and... Man of Mystery (-1 pt) because I'm vain.
*Reincarnation Rolls:
Roll 1 (Age): 5 (+10 = 15)
Roll 1a (School): 2 (Winslow)
Roll 1b (Social): 1 (Loner: Nerd)
Roll 2 (Race): 5 (American 'mutt' [Irish-Mexican])
Roll 3 (Gender): Even (Female [*looks at age and gender* Let's move to the NSFW page])
Roll 4 (Family Relations): 1 (Orphan)
Roll 4a (Family's Work): 9 (PRT)
Semblance*: Color Manipulation (Which I'm treating like a colorful version of Light Manipulation for simplicity's sake)
*Chosen by hitting 'Random Page' on the Superpower Wiki.
(Future) PRT Profile:
Name: Rebecca Green
Cape Name: Beacon.
PRT Ratings:
Mover: 2 (Can run at ~40 mph and jump nearly two stories from a standing start.)
Brute: 3/4 (Capable of lifting 800lbs worth of weight, body ignores damage but doing so depletes 'aura' reserves. Offensive power enhanced with use of Gauntlets.)
Shaker: 3 (Capable of manipulating light within 15 yards. Control imprecise; causing rainbow effects)
Blaster: 2/3 (Can use light control to fire lasers. Enhanced when using gauntlets. Gauntlets capable of firing sandbag rounds.)
Tinker: 4 (Specialty: folding/collapsing devices and 'aura-reinforcement'. Also capable of fabricating a crystalline substence that she refers to as 'Dust' which is used in her devices.)
Thinker: 3 (Enhanced reaction speed in combat. Knowledge of numerous martial arts techniques designed to )
Trump: 7+*Classified* (Capable of granting others powers; notably, her Mover and Brute ratings, the enhanced reaction aspect of her Thinker rating, as well as a random superpower that she refers to as a 'semblence'. She has expressed doubt that any semblance will warrant a rating higher than 5 in any category. So far, no Master effect has been noted from this enhancement, and she assures us that the effect is permanent.)
Note: X's parahuman abilities are limited by the amount of 'aura' she has available and the more she uses her powers the more quickly she burns through it. A fifteen minute rest seems to be enough for her to refill her reserves.
Chapter 1:
The shrill sound of my alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. Rolling over in my bed, I stretch my hand out to where it normally would be. Therefore, I'm quite surprised when I end up falling out of my bed and onto my ass.
It takes me a second to get my bearings as a lifetime of memories assault me.
I was Rebecca Green; a high-school student who lost her parents last December to a supervillain raid on the PRT building where they worked (the Empire had staged a jailbreak and they'd gotten caught in the crossfire).
I was also 'Jack'; a man in his late 20s who had been...
Oh. Oh~. Fuck.
Okay, calm down... Rebecca, I guess. I may have more memories as 'Jack', but My body is Rebecca's. Granted, I could just be crazy, but...
Reaching out with my aura in an almost instinctive way, I manifest a bit of my aura outside my body, causing a red outline to appear around my hands.
Okay; that works. And the number of aura techniques, martial arts styles, and knowledge of Vytal technology in my head is way too detailed to fake. Which means that my memories of Worm are probably correct.
... Fuck. I (the Rebecca part of me) know Taylor. In passing, anyway. She's always been picked on those three bitches, and I've never done anything about it At first it was because I'd been too scared to do anything, and then because I was too busy feeling sorry for myself about my parents dieing. Wow, but I feel shitty, now.
I spend a few minutes trying to come to terms with my new memories. I wasn't there for the locker incident, and didn't even hear about it until after the fact, but as much as I'd like to have thought otherwise, I honestly don't know If I would have done anything If I'd have been there. A sobering thought considering that I'm supposed to help save the world.
A horrible chill runs down my spin as the enormity of the task ahead of me starts to dawn. I honestly thought I was going to throw up for a bit.
I force myself to calm down. Okay Rebecca, calm down. You need to take things one step at a time. The first thing I need to do is... either help Taylor, or join the Wards.
Joining the Wards straight-away would be the easiest solution; I'd be safe to practice my aura powers and be able to grant other people the ability in relative safety. The problem with that is that I likely wouldn't be able to help Taylor if I did. Not enough to matter, anyway. I don't think I could live with myself after ignoring her problem for so long.
I take a deep breath.
"Becca! You're going to miss the bus if you don't hurry." I hear Cynthia (A nice enough woman who's looking after me while I'm in foster care) call up the stairs.
A part of me wants to pretend to be sick, but I've done too much of that in the last couple of months. Besides, I need to go to school. "I'm up!" What kind of hero can I be if I can't even help one person.
* * *
I lose myself in 'Becca's' morning routine as I try to mentally catalog my new powers. I was an aura-user now. My aura can let me take a lot of punishment, I'm stronger and faster than I was, with better reflexes, and I should have a semblence power that I'll need to figure out. I'll need to train myself to be able to fight, though. Thankfully, I know the forms; so I just need to practice. First I'll need to do is make myself a weapon to use so I can train with it. In order to do that, I'll need access to equipment.
...And this is why Tinker powers are such a pain. Fuck it. I'll practice with gloves first and see how that works. Yang's Ember Celica always looked pretty awesome, anyway.
I make it to the bus stop right as it gets there and sit myself in my usual spot. Okay, here goes nothing.
* * *
I never liked school.
When schools were first invented, they were all about educating kids so they'd grow up to be intelligent adults who knew more than just what their parents could teach them. As the years went on, schools became less about teaching and started being more about social-engineering than education. It's understandable to an extent, but I've always been of the opinion that modern schools teach students a bunch of bad habits.
"Oh, don't cry Taylor. You cried more than enough when your mother died. I thought you'd never stop."
One of the worst one being that you can get away with any kind of bullying as long as no-one can prove anything.
"Fuck off, Barnes." I say as I approach where the three bitches had cornered their usual victim.
"What do you want, Green?" She sounded annoyed at the interruption.
"You think dead parents are funny?" I say as I interpose myself between them and Taylor. It's as much as a tactical move as it is psychological; if trouble starts, I'm obviouslly protecting Taylor from three other girls, and it's obvious to Taylor that I'm trying to protect her. "I bet you wouldn't be laughing if your mother had died."
"Oh, that's right." Maddison said in a sickly sweet voice as a thought seemed to occur to her. "Your parents died in December, didn't they? I'm so sorry for your loss."
"As much as your capable of, anyway." I agree with a neutral expression. The trick to this 'game' is to insult the other person without sounding like you were. The first person to lose their cool lost. I turn back to Emma before Maddison could register the insult. Emma, on the other hand, has made the mistake of bringing up someone's dead parent to insult them. Even if she's trying to be subtle about it, socially-speaking she's in the wrong. "Seriously, though; what kind of person insults someone's dead mother? Are you going to kill puppies and drown kittens for an encore?"
Sophia speaks up next. "When did you decide to grow a spine, Green?" She asks with a snort.
"When I saw that no one was going to say anything. Seriously; fuck off."
Ah, Sophia seems to have noticed my tactics. Say what you will about the girl, but she has a keen sense of what can and can't get her in trouble. She motions with her head at the other two, and they reluctantly make a retreat.
Turning around, I address Taylor in a softer voice. "You okay?"
The look on her face is heartbreaking. Shame and self-loathing mixed with gratitude and a bit of suspicion. "You didn't have to do that." She mutters sofly.
I shake my head. "I've been standing by and letting them do that for too long. I wouldn't have been able to look myself in the mirror anymore if I let them get away with that." I pick up her lunch-bag from where they'd knocked it onto the floor and hand it to her. "I'm Becca, by the way."
"Taylor." She answers quietly. I fight the urge to hug her at how timid she looks as she takes the bag from me.
Making a split-second decision I grab her arm as I pull her towards the quad. "C'mon, you're eating lunch with me."
There aren't any empty tables, but I spot a planter-box that's out of the way but within view of the faculty. We should be relatively safe from reprisal there.
I speak up as we sit down. "I owe you an apology, by the way." She looks up at me with an inquisitive expression. "I should have spoken up way sooner, at very least after... what happened to you in January, and I was so caught feeling sorry for myself that I just ignored it."
"Y-you didn't do anything wrong."
I shake my head. "I didn't do anything. 'All it takes for evil to prosper is for good people to do nothing'" I paraphrase. "By letting them get away with that, I might as well have told them it was okay for them to pull that kind of thing."
