Sophia spoke, then with a singular impulse, pulled Taylor up to her feet from her knees letting her hands settle upon Taylor's ass rubbing against the smooth curve of her slightly overweight yet gangly body. Without warning Sophia attacked, her lips pressed hard against Taylor's in an invasive kiss, tongue curling in against the besieged girl's as she tasted her own essence upon the twirling tongue.
By the time she was done, Taylor had been left literally breathless, confused, and dazed.
"You made it." Emma spoke, her voice cheerful while hiding... something else. "You're though your first hour. You earned your tomorrow. But don't forget... you have to earn the next one... and the next."
Madison, stayed silent, still nestled in her bed... fingers buried inside herself as she jilled off to what they'd just done.
Taylor nodded, unable to trust her own voice as she picked up her clothing, directed surprisingly kindly to the bath by Sophia. Emma even turned on the charm, acting almost as if nothing had ever happened between them. As if the months of bullying, the hateful everything... the use of her own secrets against her... were nothing but bad air, cleared now by the sun.
Not once after the session was over had they insulted, or in any way denigrated her. Not once...
It frankly had begun to creep her out even more about the entire affair.
But it was a done deal...
The next day, they kept the promises which to they'd made.
Things were definitely better... yet... Taylor couldn't quite tell if was still worth the price.
Monster Girls of Brockton Bay
(автор: Metallix666)
Landing on the roof, I snapped her wings closed and glanced around warily, my tail twitching in anticipation.
We were in the eastern side of the city, in a warehouse district close to the docks. Lung had been spotted doing his `terrible fire lizard' impression in the area and I was in no hurry to meet him again. For one thing, PHO had practically exploded with joy the last time.
Ugh, idiots.
Emma landed gently behind me, tucking her wings in close and white hair fluttering in the breeze.
"You think he's gone?" her voice quiet in an attempt to go unheard. Not that it mattered Lung had enhanced senses, if he was nearby, he would have already heard me land.
"Yeah, I think so. Where's the PRT? They normally come running if anyone so much as mentions Lung." I was mostly thinking outloud to myself. Closing my eyes, I let the night air wash over me.
"Zombie outbreak on the boardwalk. Sounds like Uber and Leet to me,"
I hummed in agreement even as most of my attention was devoted to what my senses were telling me. The air was thick with the smell of blood and burned flesh. People had died here tonight. Some small part of me reveled in it, but I pushed it to one side. Focusing on the blood, I followed the smell back to it source.
As I ran across the roof, my clawed feet dug deep into the buildings, propelling me along and I used my wings to glide across the gaps between buildings, with Emma following close behind.
I Skidded to a stop on a roof overlooking an access road. It was probably intended to allow deliveries to the warehouses that walled it on either side. Both buildings looked like they had long been abandoned and a half melted wall of ice blocked one end of the road.
Looking down, my stomach churned at the carnage below.
Two large, monster like creatures were in the middle of the clearing, burned through. Not far from them, was the smoldering remains of a girl in fur lined jacket. To her right, was a thin boy with the crushed remains of a scepter driven through his torso.
There were some other bodies nearby, but they had been burned beyond recognition.
"Oh god!" Emma muttered, putting a hand over her mouth at the sight. "Is that?"
"Yeah, the Undersiders." I said tonelessly.
They were a small time group, specialising in hit and run jobs. Emma and I had run into them a couple of times, from what her power said, they weren't much older than us.
I couldn't imagine what they had done to piss Lung off this badly. For him to make an example of them like this, it had to have been bad.
"I— I'll call it in," Emma offered, but I quickly waved her into silence. I could hear something.
My ear fins twitched as I focused on the faint sounds of breathing nearby. It was weak and bubbling but someone was still alive!
"Lilim, over here!" I as I ran towards one of the warehouses. There was a small door, almost hidden in the shadows that someone had forced open and, from the bloody trail, dragged themselves through.
Inside, the warehouse was pitch black. The windows had been boarded up long ago, probably to keep squatters out and the power cut. Not that that the darkness bothered me any, Emma and I could see just fine in the dark.
Following the blood and sounds of breathing, we found Grue slumped against the far wall. His helmet was smashed open and his face burned on one side. A blood smeared cell phone lay on the ground with a half dialed number on the screen.
Tattletale was there as well, sprawled out across his lap. Her wounds, if possible, were even worse than his.
Most of her hair was gone, there was a handprint burned into her abdomen and several bullet wounds in her chest.
I wasn't sure how she was still alive, but I didn't think she'd last much longer.
Kneeling down, I reached out to placed a hand on Grue's shoulder. Behind me, I could hear Emma calling for an ambulance.
"D-don't bother," Tattletale wheezed, blood bubbling through her lips. "Blood loss. N-needs ambulance. P-please!"
I gently, placed my hand on her unburned cheek, being careful not to cut her with my claws. This wasn't the first time I'd watched someone die, but that didn't make it easier.
"Shh," I said softly, "it's alright, helps coming. You're going to be fine." I was lying, but no one deserved to die like this.
"B-Bullshit!" Tattletale gasped, and her lips twitched into a brief smirk, "but... thanks."
"Ambulance is five minutes out," Emma whispered to me and sitting on her hunches.
It wasn't going to be fast enough. Next to me, Emma bit her lip in indecision. We'd spoken about this in the past, about what she could do, but could never come to a decision. Eventually, she shot me a pleading look.
"Fine," I sighed, "do what you want."
Leaning forward, Emma took Tattletales hand.
"Lisa... Lisa, can you hear me?" I frowned at Emma's use of the girls name but didn't say anything.
"Yes," Lisa, mumbled.
"It's Emma. Remember me? Do you remember what I can do? I can save you, but it has to be your choice, I need to hear you say it!"
With a shuddering gasp, Lisa forced her eyes open and focused on Emma. "I— I won't... be his pet... d— Do it!"
Darting forward, Emma pressed her lips against Lisa's and I quickly took a step back. I'd only ever seen Emma do this once before and that was to me.
A soft glow began to spread across Lisa's body, starting at her head and working its way down. The colour quickly returned to her cheeks and one of her hands lifted up to cup Emma's face, even as both girls started to moan.
The burns on Lisa's face and arms faded quickly as her skin healed, then paled slightly, looking almost like porcelain. The skin tight bodysuit she wore only served to make the next set of changes more obvious.
As Lisa's moans became more desperate, her body began to change. Faint traces of muscle could be see developing on her arms and abdomen. Her legs thicken slightly as her ass filled out, giving her a much more defined waist. Further up, her breasts began to swell, distorting the faint image on the front of her costume. Her larger, erect, nipples standing out clearly. I guessed she was now bigger than Emma, but smaller than me.
Blonde hair flowed from her head as it quickly regrew and a pair of large, fox like ears emerged from the top of her head.
With another moan, Lisa's hips bucked and a faint tearing sound came from the back of her costume. Nine, large tails quickly emerged, wrapping around the pair and pulling them closer, even as Lisa's body trembled from the release that followed the completed transformation.
After watching the pair of them, I wanted nothing more that to crawl over there and claim them both. But this really wasn't the time. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down. I regretted it immediately as the air was filled with the scent of their arousal.
Thankfully, Lisa solved the problem by passing out from exhaustion.
"I... I don't remember it feeling that good," I muttered to Emma, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
"I think," Emma a blushing said, straightening her own costume and taking deep breaths, "I think we were simply too young at the time. Lets face it, I had to teach you how to get off."
Forcing down my own blush, I focused on the situation at hand.
"Now what? If the PRT see's her, they are going to know something's up." We'd always been careful to hide the full extent of Emma's abilities. Trumps were rare and the only one's who came close to matching her were not nice people.
"You should take her back to your place. You're stronger than me and can carry her while flying, I can't. She's going to wake up horny and confused, you can help with both." Emma shot me a saucy wink, darkening my blush.
"I'll stay here and deal with the PRT."
Nodding in agreement, I knelt down and picked up Lisa who had wrapped her tails around herself. I wasn't sure if that was instinct or something, but it made carrying her easier so I wasn't going to complain.
I knew I could trust Emma, but I still didn't like leaving her behind. The fact was however, she had always been a much better liar than me and her power only enhanced that.
Outside, I jumped straight up, my powerful legs propelling me above the rooftops. Spreading my wings just as I reached the apex of my jump, I turned and flew towards home.
"Welcome to the team Lisa," I muttered to myself as I flew.
Shipper in Orbit
(автор: gna)
Sophia was striding down the hall. She had to get to the bottom of this. In the beginning she had been hoping the shower incident had just been a freak accident. Even now the people still were talking about 'the two dykes going at it in the school showers' and it pissed her off. Then of course Hebert's head had somehow ended up inside her shirt, directly between her breasts, when she pushed her last week. And yesterday her hands had ended up inside Hebert's pants somehow.
"Hebert!" she called out. The girl in question was just turning around to face her, an expression of panicked apprehension on her face, when she felt her foot skid forwards uncontrollably. Desperately trying to maintain balance she felt her hand contact Hebert's skin. Then she came to a halt. This couldn't be coincidence, she decided. She was pressed up against Hebert, their lips literally mashed together, and because she had caught herself against the locker with her hand tangled inside Hebert's hoodie and shirt the garments were riding up, giving the leering crowd a nice view of Hebert's near nonexistent under-boob. Of course she wouldn't wear a bra, it wasn't like she had much it would support.
She carefully extricated her from the compromising position, shaking in poorly contained rage at the catcalls and slurs resounding through the hallway. Then the bells rang and the crowd slowly dispersed. Hebert made an attempt to get away, but she managed to pin her against the lockers once more, this time without exposing her to the world.
"Please, Sophia, just let me go. You had our fun." The defeat in Hebert's voice was palpable. Every other time she would have felt vindicated. Now it pissed her off even more. For one she hadn't intended to start this specific conversation under these circumstances, and secondly she'd have to put up with that wimp if her suspicion — her fear — proved to be true. Why couldn't it have been Grue? He at least put up a fight.
"Are you a cape, Hebert?" She had hissed the question before Hebert could make another attempt at getting away. She figured this was like with a band aid. Rip it off, don't fuss around. Or in this case beat around the bush.
Hebert's eyes told her all she needed to know. A look of fathomless despair had filled them. Her breath had hitched. Then a small sob tore out her throat. She was about to say something when Hebert got herself back under control and her face went blank. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sophia!"
There had been no inflection at all. Sophia shook her head.
"Hebert, your reaction told me all I need to know. Meet me at Somer's Rock this afternoon."
Hebert crumpled in on herself. When she shuffled away without another word Sophia let her. There was nothing left to be said.
— -
The doorbell rang and Hebert inched into the room, looking ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger. Looking like prey. She snarled in disgust.
After a short look around Hebert shuffled to her booth.
"How did you find out?" her voice was low and dripped with bitterness "I didn't even use my powers."
Sophia massaged her temples. "The accidents." She explained. Hebert looked at her uncomprehendingly.
"You know, the time we ended up in sixty-nine in the shower? Or just before I asked you?"
Hebert's face clouded over in recognition. "I thought that just was a new way of fucking with me."
Her brows furrowed in confusion "But how does that tell you I'm a cape anyway?"
A sigh tore out of Sophia's throat. It would be a long afternoon. "You haven't been out yet, have you? When did you trigger anyway? The Locker I guess?"
Hebert head shot up. The grimace of rage on almost made her look intimidating. Maybe there was potential in there after all.
"Fuck you Sophia! You don't get to talk about that!"
She made to stand up. So Sophia blocked her in. When she fumbled a can of pepper spray out of one of her pockets she arrested her wrists.
"Sit. Hebert!"
The kick against her shin stung a surprising amount.
"Where is all that fight when you are at school, huh? Now sit down and let me explain!"
When Hebert slumped down she allowed herself a last barb.
"So you really haven't gone out yet?" Se couldn't fathom sitting on her ass for three whole months after getting her powers.
Hebert looked at her indignantly. "I like to be prepared."
Then she went back to sulking. Sophia got her thoughts in order with a shrug.
"So you know how the Endbringers changed their behavior after Scion disappeared?"
Hebert nodded dispassionately.
"And you know that the public assumes the Simurgh has gone largely inactive?"
