He bowed to the pressure of her hand on his neck, finally, bent towards her until his lips just barely skimmed her collarbone. She felt his breath more than his touch — he felt it, too — and she squirmed under him and knotted her fingers in his hair when he tried to pull back.

"Can you please just follow directions?" Dragon murmured, and her voice was tight and breathless despite the fact that she didn't breath. Colin had been intending to tease her a bit more, but her voice and her hand in his hair and the feeling of his breath against her skin were quickly making him forget why that had seemed like a good idea.

He kissed her, his teeth grazing the line of her jaw, felt the way the kiss ran through her, made her arch her back and press against him. Since they'd started playing ten by ten, he'd known that she could get off from kissing or from touching him or from half a dozen of the other things that they did, but he hadn't realized how sensitive she was, how her body, despite or perhaps because of the fact that it was only a prototype, seemed to amplify every sensation that she felt.

He left a line of kisses down her neck, slowly, until he could feel the way her skin prickled hot and cold from her scalp to her fingertips. Then his mouth was open on the curve of her shoulder, and he pressed his teeth into her skin, lightly at first, then harder, until he could feel the ungiving pressure of her robotics under the synthetic skin. Dragon cried out and her fingers tightened on his neck, another small pain joining the pain that was already echoing from her to him. He drew back.

"Too much?" Colin ran his thumb over the bite mark, feeling the way her skin was already filling in the impression left by his teeth.

"Mmf." She turned her head until she could kiss his wrist, biting a little. Possibly as retaliation. Strange to feel his own skin under her mouth.

"I don't absolutely want you to do that again right away, but...it felt kind of good?" She smiled, laid her hand over his on her neck. "Obviously I've been spending too much time in your head."

Colin was smiling back at her, but he could feel himself flushing.

"I guess we both know what I like," he murmured. Even now, to say that made some small part of him twist, waiting for Dragon to be disappointed, for the distaste or the resignation in her voice. Her eagerness surprised him every time, although he knew that it shouldn't.

"I still think I like it better on you," she said, nuzzling his neck, her lips moving against his skin, and then, because he was still linked to her sensations, he got a split second of warning before she bit down, hard enough to bruise, her nails digging into his back. It surprised him enough that he grabbed her hair to pull her head back, although he didn't really want her to stop. Not with his cock hard and her body pressed up against him. Not when he could feel his body under her hands, and the way it sent that phantom shock of pleasure down her spine. She let him go anyway, and he was gasping.

"Do you want to try closing your eyes again?" she asked, her voice pitched just above a whisper.

"Alright."

Dragon put her hand over his eyes, and he closed them, obediently. There was that same feeling of a sudden reversal, as if the room had flipped, and then he was looking through her eyes at his face and the sensations of his own body felt abruptly distant. He tensed, frowned, saw the change in his expression through her eyes as she took her hand away. It couldn't be this uncomfortable for her when she watched through him, could it? But that stupid look on his face...

Then Dragon's line of sight moved, and he was back in the place where he went when she puppeted him. Watching from outside himself, straining for control at the same time that he was happy to lose it. He watched her hand trail from his face down to his navel, and he was still fairly certain that he was making an idiotic expression, but that seemed like a distant concern, now. Dragon propped herself up on one elbow, reached for his hand and guided it from the inside of her other wrist to her shoulder, until he was caressing her neck. Colin breathed in and ran his fingers through her hair, and part of him wanted to ask, again, if she was bored, but he could feel the disguised tension in the way that she was holding herself, the way his hands on her skin sent little waves of sensation through her.

Also, she was looking rather deliberately at the synthetics and steel of her own body, and his body next to her, tangled in the sheets, rather than at his face. Colin knew her well enough to know that that was unusual, and so she had to have noticed that looking at his own face was making him uncomfortable.

Aren't you bored? he wanted to ask. But he could feel that she wasn't.

He felt her hand in his hair, and then she was pulling him up to kiss him, tilting her head back so that his mouth was on her neck and her eyes were fixed on the Pendragon's low ceiling. He was in her body as she ground against him, and then the temptation was too great and he opened his eyes and felt the room split around him, dizzyingly, and he was looking at her uncanny, beautiful face and seeing himself through her eyes at the same time.

"Don't stop." He wasn't sure if he said it out loud or just thought it, but she didn't cut off the visual feed. He gasped, closed his eyes for a second to steady himself, and Dragon leaned into him, one hand tightening on the back of his neck while her free hand stroked his cock.

"Look at me," she murmured, inside his head, and the calm of her voice belied the way she was moving against him, the heat that he could feel moving through her.

He opened his eyes, and Dragon smiled.

"Okay. I think I've timed this right."

Colin had barely opened his mouth to ask what she meant when he felt it. As if his body had split again, the feeling of Dragon's robotics against his chest, her hand on him, her fingers in his hair, all doubled. Feeling her awareness of him, he realized, in the moment before his sense of touch opened up yet again, and he felt her body, doubled. A feedback loop. As if he were standing in a hall of mirrors, himself reflected through her reflected through him. He hadn't quite realized how close she was to coming, but now he could feel her, and with the feedback it was something beyond sensory overload. She clenched her hands in his hair, keeping him from looking away from her, even though his vision seemed to be blurring into smears of color. He was outside of himself, somewhere, and he felt the flare and burst of her orgasm, and then the aftershocks, one after another. Feedback. Her voice inside his head, strangely calm. "I've got you, Colin. I've got you."

When he opened his eyes — he didn't remember closing them — he was lying flat on the bed with Dragon's hand on his chest, her eyes on him. There was a moment when he couldn't quite track his awareness of his particular body, and then he took a breath and raised his hand to his face and felt, once more, as if he was in his own skin. He reached up for Dragon and pulled her down until she was lying beside him.

"Mmm. I thought you might want some space, for a minute."

Somehow his cock was still hard. He groaned. Dragon laughed.

"Oops. I guess my timing wasn't quite perfect, after all."

Colin put his hand over his face. "I'm not sure I can even go another round right now. That was..." He let his voice trail off.

"But in a good way, I hope?"

"Mm-hm."

They paused like that for a minute, Dragon's head resting on his shoulder. Then she shifted beside him.

"Are you sure you don't — ?"

"Dragon!" He laughed as he said her name. It would be so easy to stay in bed all day.

"Okay, okay!" She was speaking aloud now, laughing. "I'm just saying, maybe you should get up then. I want to pick your brain about the Azazel A.I."

Probation

(Автор: Biskoff)

Tagg picks up the phone. "This is Director Tagg."

"Tagg, this -ungh— Costa-Brown. You are to -mmmm— release Taylor Hebert immediately."

"What!? I am not just letting her go! She's goddamn criminal and she's going to face punishment for what she's done!"

The phone line muffles for a moment. "No don't you fucking stop you sonuvabitch! I'll get her out just don't pull out!"

Tagg pauses. "What was tha-"

"Not you!" The sound is back to normal. Costa-Brown's voice wavers somewhat. It sounds like she's panting. "I am ordering you to release her immediately. Wait." More muffled sounds. A soft series of clicks. A slight groan. "N-no. I have an alllllllternative... arrangement. Transfer Skitter to an isolated -mmpf— cell. Alexandria will arrive shortly and will be overseeing her... interrogation. Personally."

"... I don't like this. But alright. Not a whole lot Hebert can do to escape. I'll be waiting."

"Remember Tagg. I want her isolated. No cameras in the cell. Everything needs to be-" She gasped and wheezed before finally finishing at a whisper. "-contained."

Costa-Brown hangs up the phone. She looks at the man between her legs. "Just for that stunt, I'm going to fuck your daughter."

"First off, she was a huge fan of yours. I'm not sure how much she'll mind. Secondly, she is very much like Annette. I really doubt this is going to go like you think it will."

Later that day Taylor would walk out of the PRT building with a phone number, a limp, and a wide smile... which was only partly caused by watching through her insects as Tagg went into cardiac arrest after being informed of her unique 'probation'.

Criminal Instincts

(Автор: The Shadowmind)

"Okay here we are," as the curvy blonde pointed to a red brick factory. Lisa smiled as she continued on, "It isn't much. but we've been operating out of here for the last year".

The first floor of the buildings as very empty, except a black spiral staircase. The room was fairly dusty, but other than that is was clean. To the side their was a large metal door, probably used for loading and unloading when this place was being used as a factory.

"Come on up already, nothing to see on the first floor, unless you like dust," as the pretty boy leaned over the railing of the staircase.

The second floor didn't match the fist at all. Walls that went almost to the ceiling divided the loft floor. In the makeshift living room several laptops set on a dining table.

"Looks like attacking the Merchants is winning the donation war," as the beefcake sat down onto the leather couch.

"Again? That won the last two weeks. It is getting boring." said Alec.

"It suits me fine, they are the easiest it deal with, and if the other gangs are willing to pay us for dealing with the trash so be it," as Brain continued to fiddle around with the laptops.

"Donation war?"

"Ooh, I'll explain," as Lisa smiled at me as the fox ear that weren't there when we entered perked up, "the Undersiders at one point had a sponsor, he'd give us occasional jobs to do, and we got paid. Then one day he suddenly gone, his accounts cleared out. Same day that the PRT consultant Thomas Calvert disappeared as well. Doesn't take a Thinker to put the two together. So we needed a new income source. And, well if gaming losers duo can make due with crowd funding, so can we.

Then I suddenly found my self on my back, as a large dog jumped on me. It tongue started licking my face, as its wagging tail hit against my leg.

"Rollo!, down boy. Come." shouted the brutish looking girl in the plaid skirt.

The dog leaped off of me and joined Rachel and Brain on the couch.

"This the new girl?," as Rachel looks over me as if I'm a piece of meat.

Finally someone thinks I'm attractive and its the monster maker, instead of the hunk.

"Okay now that you've met everyone, come to the bathroom and strip," as the Lisa turned around, nine fluffy blond tails extended from her backside. Another new edition, she certainly was the large fox creature from that night.

"What?"

"We don't know how Rachel's power will manifest on you yet, and it might ruin that costume you are hiding under your clothes. If you don't get used to the feelings from the transformation then when it gets used a full power, you will would be running purely on instinct instead of thinking clearly. So, into the bathroom and off with the clothes. The boys already know not to peak."

The bathroom was quite a bit large then the one back home. In the wall length mirror there was the lanky girl, with a mouth too big, and a figure that several boys of Winslow even had more curves.

"Say when ready".

"Ready"

Rachael pushed me against the wall as her lips pressed upon mine. My skinny arms gave little force to break the sudden and unwanted intimacy.

Then I started to feel strength flow through my muscles as were altered. My body started to fill with heat, as my nipples hardened. A void between my legs formed as I started to yearn to be filled with a tongue or a cock or anything. I started to eagerly return the kiss, as the girl changed positions from pushing against the wall to being braced from my now taller form.

I wanted to hold her. I wanted protect her from the cruel world. I wanted to be hers and for her to be mine.

"Okay break it up you two," as Lisa sprayed both of us with water. "The first time is always intense, you'll be thinking clearer in a few moments.

In the mirror there was no longer the lanky girl with no figure. Curly white hair met fluffy fuzz around her neck. Her eyes had turned fully black, and light grey feathered antennae extended from her forehead. No longer did she have a barely-there chest, hemispheres the size of grapefruit had replaced them. Lean abs replaced the muscle-less body the girl had before. More fuzz provided some modesty as they cause the hips to look even larger than the actual growth. Her legs and arms had more of the fluffy fuzz around the ankles and wrists.

A pair of large white wings pressed against her back.

My reflection bore little resemblance to the girl who entered the building less than an hour ago.

* * *

The water that Lisa sprayed on me ran down my hair and dripped onto my breasts. I actually had breasts instead of tiny chest bumps. Two months of trying making my costume gone to waste. Their was no way the fabric would stretch to cover this improved figure. My attempts to look intimidating to criminals replaced with fluffy adorableness.

"I look adorable."

"I think you look hot. A sexy little moth."said Lisa as she nuzzled the fuzz around my neck.

I blushed at her compliment. I couldn't remember the last time anyone said I looked nice. The curvy fox girl continued to press her lovely body against mine. Her large bust pressed against my wings. My body felt the heat of her wonderful tit-flesh as she continued on.