Predatory

15

"What are we doing here?" a tall, leggy, platinum blonde asked as they approached the brightly lit nightclub exterior, the deep bass of music pounding rattling their bones. In neon above the door read the word Palanquin.

"You wanted to do more good than just helping out at the hospital. This is how you can do it. Now remember, your name is—"

'Ms. Face, I know,' Amy rolled her newly blue eyes. They entered the club and Ms. Face looked around, scanning the dance floor and bar. Not immediately seeing anyone out of the ordinary, they moved over to the bar and settled in at the end. The bartender was a long haired brunette woman in her mid-to-late twenties with a fairly attractive face and figure. She smiled and nodded towards Ms. Face as they waited for her to finish with her current customer and make her way down.

A few minutes later, the woman stood before them. "What'll it be?"

"Tequila Old Fashioned with a splash of cerveza and a chili garnish," Ms. Face ordered.

Raising an eyebrow, the woman asked, "Vegetable or powder?"

Ms. Face shrugged. "Bartender's choice. I've heard either."

Humming, she murmured, "Sounds like the beer should float and it should have a spicy aftertaste, so chipotle spice would work." The brunette wandered away to see about mixing up the request.

'Do I want to know?'

"Not really. It's something silly to keep her distracted for a few minutes if she's dedicated enough to mix it right and not halfass it while we scan the place and see if we can spot any obvious Case-53s. And it's generally polite to at least order something. Besides, it's not like alcohol is going to have any effect on us whatsoever."

There was no sign of any of the Case-53s Miles knew by description and the sound system was so loud that their advanced hearing was more of a hindrance, until Miles tasked a minor power from Eidolon's shard to filter out sounds and separate and process everything.

The bartender returned after a few minutes and put a glass down in front of them. They dropped a twenty on the table before smiling up at the woman and sipping the drink. "I'm looking for the owner," Ms. Face eventually said. "I'm looking to exchange services."

"Not sure if she's in. Give me a minute to find someone to watch the bar and I'll go check."

The bartender walked away, moving over to an old landline phone behind the counter. She picked it up and dialed three digits for some internal line. Their audio filtering power let them hear the conversation as it took place. "Gregor. Is Neuter there? Well, go get him and go to my office. I'll be there in ten. Got someone here looking for me. … Maybe a job. Not sure. We'll see."

Hanging up, the bartender spent a moment to pour a refill for one of her clients before hurrying off, up a set of stairs tucked away at the back of the building. A minute later, a new woman, younger and with red hair, came rushing down to take her place.

'So that was Faultline in her civilian identity,' Amy guessed.

"Yeah. Melody? Melanie… Spits? Fitz? Fitts? Don't quote me on that. It's been a while and I think the name was unofficial, so it could be different," Miles confirmed what he knew.

Several minutes later, the bar phone rang and the redhead picked up. After a quiet conversation, she put the phone down and made her way over to them. "The boss will see you now. Third floor, last door all the way at the end of the hall."

"Thanks," Ms. Face smiled, before picking up her glass. "Taking this with me."

Miles raised a mental eyebrow and Amy fought to keep the blush off her face as they strolled towards the stairs. 'What? It's good.'

"You cheated by changing the alcohol," Miles accused.

'Damn right I did! That shit is disgusting.'

"Says the girl who smoked before we found her."

Heading up the stairs, Ms. Face rolled her eyes. 'When my 'cigarettes' taste like chocolate and are no more harmful than breathing normal city air, and have all the effects of both nicotine and caffeine without any of the downsides? Yeah, I did. I don't anymore though. You jerk. I've made sacrifices for you, let me have this!'

Miles laughed in her mind and Amy chuckled to herself as they hit the third floor. Thankfully, the upper floors had pretty good soundproofing, so the beat from downstairs was more of a quiet thump up here. Spotting the door at the far end of the hall, they marched down to it and knocked. "Come in," a muffled but familiar voice called from the other side—familiar as in they'd just heard her downstairs.

Ms. Face opened the door, coming face to face with three capes. To the left of the door, an orange boy with blue hair and a tail who looked like a humanoid lizard. To the right of the door, a man with translucent skin and snail-like growths. And seated at the desk, a long haired brunette wearing a welding mask and a set of body armor. She walked in and took a seat across the desk from their leader. Holding out her free hand, she smiled. "Ms. Face."

"Faultline," the woman across from her introduced herself with a firm handshake. "These are Newter and Gregor the Snail," she introduced her teammates.

Taking her hand back, Ms. Face sipped at her drink as a smile crossed her lips. "This is really good. Thank you."

"Uh huh," the masked woman grunted, leaning back in her large office chair. "What did you want?"

Nodding, Ms. Face said, "Down to business then. I want to retain your services as bodyguards for a business venture I'll be running out of the Bay."

"What sort of business?" Faultline asked, folding her arms over her chest. "We prefer not to engage in criminal activities in the same state where we reside."

"No, no. Nothing illegal," Ms. Face shook her head.

"Then why—"

"Do I need bodyguards?" the platinum blonde finished, earning a nod. "For what I can do. I'm a Trump. I can modify powers. Adjust or remove limits. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think I can even fix Case-53s."

The pair behind her, who had remained silent up until now, stirred at that. "What do you mean, 'fix?'" the orange boy, Newter asked. "Like, get our memories back, or…"

"Make you look normal," Ms. Face clarified. "I'd have to look, but I don't think the memories can be restored."

Faultline held up a hand before Newter could say more, since it looked like Gregor would keep his peace for the moment. "How do we know we can trust you? I've never heard of you before now."

"Ah… yeah, that is a problem," Ms. Face admitted. Humming to herself, she nodded. "We're a Case-53." At Faultline's silence, they held up a hand and extruded a tentacle. "One of us is, anyway. The other is a face you'll probably recognize." The suit shifted, revealing her natural form and outfit.

"Panacea?" Faultline asked, and Amy nodded.

"I met Miles, that is the person changing my appearance, through a mutual friend of ours. He's an extreme Case-53 himself who can't do much of anything without a person to share body space with. I volunteered. And before you start screaming Master bullshit, I should probably also explain that my power isn't 'healing,' it's 'biological manipulation.' Yeah, scary and right up there with Bonesaw and Nilbog, but my reputation speaks for itself."

Faultline slowly nodded. "That it does. Very well. I take it you don't want New Wave knowing about this?"

"No," Amy shook her head. "They wouldn't understand. Well, Carol wouldn't understand. Wouldn't bother to try to understand. So we're doing this on our own. And we thought this would be the place to start."

"So you want to try to alter their biology back to human?" Faultline asked. "I'm not saying no, if they agree to it. I just want to have all our cards on the table, so to speak."

Amy shook her head again. "No. Miles can interface with powers directly. He can't really fix himself because the 'goo' form is his default form due to the circumstances of his trigger event, but he thinks he can do for other Case-53s what he can't for himself."

Humming, Faultline's mask turned towards her subordinates, both of whom were wearing pleading looks on their faces. The woman sighed. "So how's this work?"

"All that's required is a handshake. It could take between one and ten minutes. The subject may experience mild, temporary side effects such as but not limited to: discomfort, nausea, vertigo, unconsciousness, or a reptile dysfunction."

The room fell silent for a beat, before Newter snorted. "I like her. Can I go first, boss lady?"

Faultline sighed again, reaching under her mask and rubbing at her forehead. "Fuck it. Fine." Looking up at Amy, she added, "Panacea or not, if you hurt my people I'll kill you and have Labyrinth hide the body. Understand?"

Amy nodded. "You don't have to worry about that."

Newter sat down in the chair beside Amy and turned it to face her. She likewise turned her chair to face the orange boy. "So, uh, I hope this doesn't take long because if my hands start to sweat you're going to be in for a trip and I don't think either of us wants you working on me while you're tripping balls."

"We're functionally immune to all drugs, toxins, chemicals, and whatever else—power-derived or not," Amy supplied.

"And if not, well, I've got enough biomass that I should be able to tank it, at least for a little while," Miles murmured in her mind.

Amy held out her hand and Newter quickly took it. From there, tiny micro-filaments of biomass infiltrated the boy's body and rushed up to his brain, where they cracked open a portal connection to his shard and initiated a hostile takeover. Newter thrashed briefly in her grip, causing Faultline to lunge halfway out of her chair. "It's normal," Amy waved her off with the other hand. "It's not a walk in the park on my side either."

"And I think… Yeah, there it is. One dose of 'human' coming up."

Newter's form shifted immediately, orange skin fading to a medium tan Caucasian, tail receding through the hole in his pants, feet changing from something like a gecko to human, hands likewise changing to fully human, and finally his eyes—with their horizontal, rectangular pupils and blue iris that took up the entire white, shrank and changed to a normal blue iris and circular pupil. The blue hair remained—proof that he'd dyed it. After a moment, he shook himself like a dog and sat up, looking down at his hands and feet.

"Whoa," the boy muttered. Standing up, he turned away from Amy and Faultline and unbuttoned his pants. "Huh."

Amy turned a smile on Faultline. "See?"

"I do," the woman nodded. "And you were wanting to offer this service to other Case-53s for a fee?"

The healer shook her head. "No. Those are freebies. They all got a shit deal out of this whole thing. We were going to offer our services as a neutral faction to sell power upgrades and modifications to capes willing to pay. You're Manton limited, right?"

Faultline was silent for a moment before she nodded slowly. "Yes. You can remove it?"

"We can. We'll be adding in a limitation that it won't work on us, specifically—because the ability to cut someone in half at a touch is scary. But we'd be happy to adjust your power as a show of good faith and down payment on your bodyguard services."

"Fair enough," Faultline agreed. "Can't say I'd blindly trust someone I didn't know enough to hand them a loaded gun and not fuck around and turn it on me. It'll work on other parahumans?"

Amy nodded. "It will. We can probably give you a lot of fine control, so you're not just blasting people apart any time you touch them. From 'off,' to 'paper cut,' to 'surgery,' to 'sashimi.'"

Faultline pulled off one of her gloves and held her hand out across the table. A handshake and a bit of twitching later, she pulled her hand away and smiled. "I can feel the difference already. It's like a dial in my mind."

"I've got a switch," Newter supplied, dropping from the ceiling to beside the desk. Apparently, he hit the mental switch in question, because his body reverted back to the familiar 'Newter' visage. A moment later, it went back to human. "This is so cool!"

"We left it in so you could use the tail and claws for fighting, if you were more comfortable with them. And, well, the entire body is basically a secret identity," Amy explained. Turning, she faced Gregor. "Would you like to go next?"

The man considered her briefly before nodding, making his way slowly over and holding out his hand. Much like with Newter, Gregor's form shifted from 'horrible mutation' to 'human' after a few minutes of twitching. "Thank you," he murmured, nodding his head deeply before moving away, a small smile on his lips as he looked over his hands.

"Don't mind Gregor. He's quiet," Faultline explained. She considered Amy for a moment before standing up. "There's one more. She's… a special case. Not a Case-53. But her power, it affects her mind. Do you think you could do something…?"

"We can try," Amy answered, pushing up out of her seat and following the older woman down the hall to a door marked with the name 'Elle' on it.

Faultline knocked twice. "Elle? I have someone here I think you should meet. Can we come in?" There was only silence from the other side of the door. Trying the knob, she found it unlocked. "We're coming in."

The older woman pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was a disaster area, put simply. Blankets, sheets, pillows, clothes, and stuffed animals strewn everywhere. The mattress had been pushed off the bed and into the corner of the room by itself. Sitting curled up in the opposite corner, wrapped in a blanket, was a platinum blonde girl staring into space.

"Elle?" Faultline tried again. When there was no response, she sighed. "It's one of her bad days. Come on. Approach slowly and try not to look… threatening." Louder, she asked, "Elle, you remember Panacea, don't you? She's here to give you a checkup."

It was a blatant lie, but Amy didn't correct her. Not with the potentially volatile Shaker 12 going off in her face as a potential consequence.

Eventually, Amy was kneeling beside Elle. Reaching out, she laid a hand on the girl's arm. "Wow. Her shard is busy as shit. I think she's actually overworking it. And the thirsty little bitch is loving every minute of it. She's amenable, so I'll just slide right in here…" Miles was silent for a moment and Elle shuddered briefly. "Okay, takeover complete. Shard AI's back up and running normally. Checking the commands here and running it past MJ's shard… Okay, yeah, I see the problem. The 'limitation' set for this cycle was that it would require non-human thinking from a human to get it to work. Basically, force yourself to go crazy to use the power, as you use more of it. I can fix the power and her brain. Gimme a sec."

Elle shuddered again, before she blinked. Her pretty green eyes came into sudden focus. She turned her attention first to Amy, then to Faultline. "…I'm not lost any more? Everything is so clear now. I can look all I want without going. What happened?"

Faultline dropped to her knees and enveloped the girl in a hug. "Our new friends fixed your power," she explained.

Elle's gaze shifted back to Amy. "Panacea?"

"Please, call me Amy," the healer smiled back. "And this," a red-streaked black tentacle extended from her outstretched palm and waved, "is Miles. He's the one who fixed your power."

"Oh." The girl nodded once. "Thank you."

Amy stood up, patting Faultline on the back as the woman quietly shook. Apparently, she saw the little blonde as either a little sister, or a surrogate daughter. Amy wasn't going to dig too deeply and Miles didn't supply an answer, so he likely didn't know, but it was clear the older woman valued the girl. "We're going to head out now. We'll call when we're ready to start offering services. Until then, think you can start gathering a list of Case-53s we can get to who'd want to have their powers fixed?"

"Sure," Faultline's voice was tight and scratchy as she answered. "Thank you for this. For giving her back to us. Really."

"Don't worry about it. See you later." Amy's form shifted back into Ms. Face as she left the room, closing the door gently behind her. Newter and Gregor were both waiting in the hall.

"Well?" the blue haired boy asked.

Ms. Face nodded. "She's fine now." Newter started towards the door, but she held up a hand to stop him. "Show some courtesy. Let them have their moment. Give them ten minutes."

"Ah, right," Newter nervously rubbed at the back of his head. "So, uh… Seeing anybody?"

Ms. Face chuckled. "Two somebodies, actually. Sorry."

Newter waved her off. "Psh, nah. It's fine. Hey, I think I can actually get laid now without needing to, uh… yeah. Shutting up."

"Without needing to pay girls for sex with mind-blowing drugs?" Ms. Face rolled her eyes. "It's not addictive, right?" Newter shook his head. "Then it's… mostly harmless, as long as that's what was agreed upon and you weren't taking advantage." The boy shook his head again. "Good. It's pretty much the same as drunk sex, then. Anyway, we're going home. We'll be back by later, when we're ready to start doing business."

"Thanks again," Newter called as she left, echoed by Gregor. Amy tossed a wave over her shoulder. Halfway down the stairs, they mass-shifted away, popping up again in Amy's bedroom and reverting to Amy's default form.

Falling down into her bed, Amy sighed. "That was… nice. Really nice. I feel like I made a real difference for a change."

"Told you so."

"Yeah, yeah."

"That's it, eat that pussy," Amy moaned as she swished her hips back and forth, grinding her cunt on the face of the tall, athletic, blue-eyed blonde girl beneath her. A girl who bore a startling resemblance to her adoptive sister.

Beneath her, Vicky, or an unreasonably accurate facsimile, squeezed the shorter girl's thighs as she ran her tongue up and down Amy from slit to ass. A long, flexible tongue rolled over and around Amy's clit, down between her lips, probed into her cunt, passed the back and rolled over her second clit, before tonguing her (meticulously clean) ass. Then Amy rolled her hips back the other way and the sequence reversed. As she rode 'Vicky's' face, Amy played with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them hard enough that her tit flesh squeezed out through her fingers, pulling, pinching, and rolling her nipples, and occasionally bringing one or both of her large breasts up to lick, suck, and occasionally bite her own nipples.

"Ah~" Amy gasped quietly as she came like that, and not for the first time—her juices flooding out of her pussy and ass and coating the blonde's face with a slick smear of fluid, only to vanish a moment later.

The door shifted in its frame, not making a sound as it unlocked and opened an inch. "And there she is. You ready?"

'Yeah,' Amy had to resist the urge to cackle. "That's right, eat that pussy you silly blonde slut. It's all you're good for, anyway. You should leave the thinking to smarter people. Like your sister."

There was a quiet "Huh?" from the door.

Reaching over to the side of the bed, she picked up something that looked very much like a cross between a squid's tentacle and a double-ended dildo. Except that it squirmed in her hand as she held it—one of many little projects Amy had been experimenting with when she had spare time. "Now, bend that ass over and I'll give you what Dean can't," Amy ordered, before sliding off the blonde she'd been grinding her cunt on, revealing 'Vicky's' face to their voyeur.

The bedroom door burst open and the real Vicky rushed in, closing and locking the door behind her and leaning against it. "What. The. Actual. Fuck. Ames?"

Instead of the shock, shame, or anger at being caught Vicky was expecting, she was met with… laughter. From both parties. Something prompted Amy to laugh even harder, before she pointed at Vicky and collapsed to sit on the bed in a fit of giggles. "Your face!"

"Fucking worth it," fake Vicky laughed maliciously.

"You, what, I," Vicky tried, confused and quickly growing mortified and angry. "Okay, no, really. What the fuck is going on here?!"

While Amy collapsed into a giggle fit on her back, her legs kicking in the air as she wheezed, the clone of Vicky sat up and grinned at the original. "Come on now, you didn't think we'd just let you get away with peeping on us indefinitely, did you? Vicky, it's getting real close to going from 'cute' to 'creepy.'"

The other blonde stared, slowly shaking her head. "Wait, what? Who are you? And why do you look like me?"

"Oh, right. Sorry," the Vicky clone smiled, before her form shifted and grew, changing from the lithe and feminine form of Vicky to the very masculine form of Miles. "There. That better?"

Vicky's eyes drifted down to Miles' lap, where his cock stood at attention. Vicky's look of confusion only grew. "There's only one?"

Miles sighed. "My eyes are up here, Vicky," he chastised, even as he made his cock twitch and drew her eyes back down the moment they started drifting up to meet his own. "And my power lets me do silly shit, like growing two dicks, or wearing someone else's body."

"So all of this," Vicky gestured between Miles, Amy, and herself.

Amy finally got herself under control and managed to sit up. Taking a deep breath, she sighed. "It was just a joke Vicky. And a way to get you to stop spying—"

"Or just join in. Your choice," Miles shrugged.

Vicky's mouth fell open and she turned to Amy for confirmation. The brunette shrugged. "What? I think it'd be fun." Vicky turned for the door and Amy smirked. "Told you she was scared."

Vicky froze. "I'm not scared," she denied, annoyance in her voice. "It's just gross. You're my sister—"

"That didn't stop you from masturbating to the sight of us," Amy pointed out. "We're saying we're willing to let you do more than just watch. Or you can go to Dean and—oh right, my bad. He's still not putting out, is he?"

Miles blinked. "What," he asked, looking between the two girls. "You're telling me that she found the one guy on the face of this Earth that wouldn't bang her ass like a drum if she so much as insinuated it was a possibility?"

"He's just… from a very religious family," Vicky hemmed.

"Bullshit," Miles grunted. "Guys aren't hung up on the 'no sex before marriage' thing even if they are religious. It's pretty much expected that we have at least some experience before going into a relationship these days." Turning to Amy, he asked, "So if they're not actually fucking, what was it Missy meant by… Oh. Emotional. Right."

"The invitation is open, Vicky," Amy said, ignoring the question. "But we'd like to continue, so… In or out," Amy demanded, slapping the wriggling tentacle dildo thing into her empty palm.

Miles shot it an annoyed look. "You come anywhere near me with that and I'm going to eat it," he threatened.

"You agreed to—"

"As a girl. I'm not wearing a girl face right now, am I?" he grumbled.

"But it'd be fun~ The prostate is very sensitive—"

Turning a glare on the girl, Miles raised his hand and made a slapping gesture. "You're heading the right way for a smacked bottom."

The healer leered. "I love it when you threaten me with a good time."

"Arg!" Vicky growled, turning away from the door and starting to strip out of her clothes. "Fuck! Fine, damnit!"

Amy's eyes went very wide. "You mean you're going to let me cuck Dean?!" She made an odd little tapping clap as she bounced and wriggled in place happily, doing very interesting things for her figure that drew both Miles' and Vicky's eyes. "Yay!"

"Shut up!" Vicky glared at her sister, throwing her shirt at the other girl. "And stop waving those things around! Jesus, when did they get so perky?"

Amy chuckled, her grin full of teeth. "I'm not the only biology manipulator in the room."

Vicky blinked, before her gaze shifted to Miles. "You mean…?"

Miles nodded. "Our powers pair ridiculously well. Amy can't manipulate herself, but I can. I have… circumstances she can help with that my own powers can't do much to compensate for. She complained about backaches, so I basically gave her a biological bra."

Vicky's eyebrows climbed towards her hairline. "I haven't worn a normal one since!" Amy cheered. Though, that was sort of a half truth, since Miles acted as her clothes lately. It was true that he didn't actually need to provide support, however.

Vicky looked down at her own, smaller but still impressive rack. "Uh… who do I have to suck off for that?"

Amy's eyes lit up with an unholy fervor. "…You mean you're okay with me changing you?"

The blonde sighed as she floated a few inches in the air and kicked off her shoes while shimmying out of her painted-on jeans and the thong panties underneath. "Maybe. A little. Nothing drastic!"

"Uheh heh heh," Amy rubbed her hands together. "You'll like what I have in mind. Trust me~"

"And yet, somehow, that just makes me want to run screaming for the hills," Vicky sighed, popping off her bra, leaving her floating there in the nude—save for her socks. At Amy's staring at her socks, she asked, "What? I have problems, you know, if my feet get cold."

Miles nodded. "That's pretty common," he confirmed. Standing up, he grabbed Amy's feet and yanked her up and around on the bed, to a yelp from the brunette being manhandled onto her back. "Come here," he instructed Vicky. The blonde hesitantly floated over, until he grabbed her arm once she was within reach.

"Tuck your legs in." Miles moved her over the bed and tapped Vicky's knees, forcing her to spread them and expose herself. She blushed faintly under his appraising look. "Nice. I like it when girls shave. Amy's going to appreciate that."

"Huh?" Vicky asked, not quite realizing what he intended. It clicked when he grabbed her hips and forced her to float down over Amy and Amy's hands came up to grasp her sister's feet and yank her down even faster. Vicky landed with a wet splat on her sister's face. "Wa-wait, shouldn't weee~" Vicky trailed off into a squeal as Amy set about eating her box.

Miles chuckled, leaning in and kissing the blonde's lips. Vicky returned the kiss hesitantly at first, but with much more enthusiasm when the taste of his mouth registered (a taste that would have been immediately familiar to Amy, Madison, or Missy) and his tongue started playing with her gums, palate, and exploring her mouth. After a few moments, Miles broke the kiss long enough to move onto the bed and between Amy's swiftly spread legs. Lining himself up, he slid into the brunette's tight cunt with a single thrust, earning a moan from under Vicky, which in turn caused the blonde to shudder. Amy's legs locked around his waist, pulling with her feet to try to force him to pick up his slow thrusting pace.

Reaching out, Miles took Vicky's hands as he plowed her sister. "Feels good, right?"

"Yes," Vicky hissed out, leaning forward to try to resume the kiss.

Miles grinned against her lips as he gave her what she wanted. Pulling back for just a second, he said, "Amy, do it."

Vicky would have asked what he meant, but he was kissing her again—and then the world went white as every touch, every lick, every breath against her skin was suddenly so much more. Everything felt, to her mind, magnified a hundred times over. Vicky came with a low moan into Miles mouth, her hips shaking uncontrollably on top of Amy's face—and that was when the tiny tendrils that had worked their way through her body popped open her shard connection and ate it. Below her, Amy's tongue lengthened (another modification courtesy of Miles) to ridiculous proportions, filling the blonde's cunt with half a foot of thick, flexible muscle as Amy licked at her inner walls.

"Oh God, oh God," Vicky broke the kiss, collapsing partially on top of Miles—enough that he had to hold her up to keep her from falling the rest of the way. "Whu-what did you do to me? This feels amazing."

"Upped your sensitivity, added new nerves, pretty basic stuff," Miles explained, holding the girl close while she shuddered in his grasp under Amy's ministrations. Reaching down, he tweaked her nipples, earning a quiet gasp from the girl. As he played with her tits, tendrils worked under her flesh, building out the same muscle groups he had given Amy, causing them to perk up a bit and distribute their weight more evenly. "How about something else, too?"

Vicky didn't have time to question it before she felt her mouth and throat tingle. Then, Miles was kissing her again, and her entire mouth felt like bliss. Amy lifted Vicky up just enough to ask, "Think we should do the other one too?"

Miles popped off Vicky's lips, leaving the blonde staring up at him with a stupefied look. "How would you like to never have to wipe again?"

Vicky blinked, the question processing slowly. "Huh?"

Amy tapped Vicky's thigh and pushed, and the blonde rose up, spreading her legs as Amy sat up behind her—placing Vicky in both her sister's and Miles' laps, with the man still buried in Amy beneath her. Amy wrapped her arms around Vicky's chest, one hand gently petting the blonde's stomach and trailing down to play with her curly, dark blonde bush while the other came up to fondle Vicky's right tit. Hot breath washed over Vicky's ear as Amy's lips teased it. "Just say yes. I promise, you won't regret it."

Vicky took a moment to consider it. Everything else they've done has felt out of this world so far. And it's Amy. She wouldn't do something bad and wouldn't trust someone else with this sort of stuff if there was any doubt in her mind. I can trust them.

Her mind made up, the blonde nodded. "Okay," she agreed, hesitantly. A moment later, she felt her guts and ass tingle, along with an odd new sensation in the gap between her anus and vaginal canal. "Wha—"

Amy's hand, which had been slowly trailing from her stomach around her back, slipped down the curve of her ass and dipped into Vicky's cunt. The blonde bit her lip, then her eyes flew open when Amy's finger went back and circled something that felt identical to her clit—except it was somewhere it absolutely shouldn't be.

Vicky trembled as she held onto Miles for dear life while her sister slowly stroked her new clit—rubbing circles around it, flicking it back and forth, rolling it between her fingers. A strange, hot sensation built in her ass. Experience registered it as something she really didn't want to think about while having sex, but then Amy's finger slid back from her clit and dipped into Vicky's asshole. Her hot, tight, dripping wet and oh so deliciously sensitive ass was gently probed by first one, then two of Amy's fingers. What she had mistaken for something nasty was, in fact, just lubrication—of the same kind that her pussy produced—and squeezing her muscles a bit as though to try to push something out sent a steady trickle of fluid dripping out of her.

"Oh fuck~" Vicky groaned.

Amy leered over her shoulder at Miles. 'Hey. Do the futa thing on me. Let's DP her!'

Miles snorted softly but nodded. Pulling out of Amy, he gathered Vicky in his arms and lifted her up, moving them away from the bed. "W-where—?" Vicky tried to ask, only for Miles to silence her with a kiss.

Amy's lips found Vicky's ear again as she pressed herself into her sister's back. "Shh. Just float there and enjoy it. This is going to be fun, I promise~"

Something heavy and thick filled the space between Vicky's ass cheeks—identical to the something pressing against her pussy lips from the front. For a moment, her brain didn't make the connection and she actually tried to look down to see if Miles had sprouted two cocks again. Then, the man's hands on her hips lifted her away from him enough for his cock to position itself at her entrance and he slowly pulled her down, impaling Vicky on his full length. Vicky moaned, her hands scrabbling at Miles' back as she was filled and stretched almost past her ability to take any more. "So full," she whimpered when she finally bottomed out in Miles' lap, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix.

Miles kissed her neck and chuckled. "You think you're full now? Just wait."

Vicky wanted to ask what he meant, but Miles reached down and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. That's when she remembered the second cock. The cock where it shouldn't be. She turned her head enough to look behind her and Amy paused long enough to grin at her sister and gesture downwards, shaking her hips and setting the cock between her legs—identical to the one Miles sported—to swaying. "What the fuUCK~"

Amy slammed in, the force of her thrust jerking Vicky up in Miles' arms and causing the blonde's tits to drag across his chest in a way that made her nipples ache. "Amy, don't abuse your sister," Miles chastised.

"What? She knew it was coming," Amy shrugged, reaching out and taking hold of Vicky's hips. "So, alternate or try to go in sync?"

Miles hummed thoughtfully. "Alternate first. Got a good grip?" he asked, and the brunette nodded. With that confirmation, he pulled back, drawing his cock mostly out of Vicky's womb before slamming it home again with the same force Amy had used, forcing the breath out of Vicky. Behind Vicky, Amy drew back and slammed forward, sending Vicky's pert little ass bouncing as it came to rest in her lap. As they took turns like that, the pair kissed and licked Vicky's face, neck, back, chest, and whatever else they could reach—occasionally meeting over one shoulder or the other in a kiss of their own.

"Oh fuck me~" Vicky squealed as her first double orgasm hit, her ass and pussy clenching down tightly around the cocks stuffing her full as she leaked onto the carpet like a broken faucet.

Working completely non-verbally, Amy and Miles picked up the pace and force of their thrusts, pounding her hard enough to sting with each impact. Vicky's squeal became a scream as the first orgasm rolled into a second, and thanks to the modifications done to her, it wasn't going to stop any time soon.

Amy fisted one hand in Vicky's hair, tilted her sister's head to the side, and kissed her on the lips to shut her up as she thrust just a little harder.

'Can we try to put hearts in her eyes?' she asked mentally as she molested Vicky's super-sensitive mouth with her own, equally modified mouth. You'd think Vicky would at least be on level playing field there, but no—Amy had grown at least a little used to the new sensations and sensitivity while Vicky was less than an hour in.

"What'd you have in mind?" Miles asked, raising an eyebrow.

'Remember that monster-cock you used to mind-break Allison? All the bumps and everything?'

Miles raised an eyebrow as he reached around Vicky and fondled Amy's larger tits pressed against the blonde's back. "Really? I mean, she's breathing your pheromones, we're both hitting her with aphrodisiac fluids, you've modified her body for super-sensitivity and turned her ass into a pussy. And now you want to use something I designed specifically to overwhelm a crazy bitch's mental defenses? It's more of a weapon of mass destruction than a cock."

'Weapon of ass destruction,' Amy snickered. 'And yes. The plan is to ruin her on sex for anyone but us. And besides, it's not like it's that much different from specialty dildos and toys. We're not altering her brain, right? It's fair game!'

Miles sent her a skeptical look, but shrugged. "Fuck it, why not?"

By unspoken agreement, both of them sank into Vicky and held still for a moment as she peaked again. As the blonde finally stopped screaming and panted for breath, Miles shifted both of their cocks—causing them to sprout bumps, ridges, tines, knots, and other little shapes designed to seek out and stimulate every little fold, nook, and cranny in Vicky's body while they fucked her. Then, the cocks that had already been large enough to stretch Vicky out comfortably, swelled in size until her pussy lips and anus were stretched tight around them and getting them out, let alone back in, would be a struggle.

Collapsed fully against Miles, Vicky weakly asked, "You haven't even come yet, have you?"

"Nope!" Amy cheered. "But don't worry, we're going to double stuff both your holes until you swell up like a balloon, Vicky." Vicky whimpered, but didn't protest.

"Now we'll go in sync," Miles instructed, and Amy nodded. With a little mental communication, they timed it just right and started slowly, oh so slowly, pulling out of the blonde.

Vicky's breath was stolen from her and all she could do was cling on desperately as the two enormous cocks slowly forced their way out of her, feeling every little new addition as they stroked her insides in a way that drew a flood of liquid from her pussy and ass and would have sprayed all over herself, the floor, and her lovers. Except they filled her so tightly that none escaped, so eventually, when they stopped pulling out and started forcing their way back in, Vicky's own fluids sloshed around inside of her.

Vicky's body went rigid and trembled desperately as she came, and came, and came—and it just seemed to build. One orgasm leading to a slightly larger one, to a larger one, to an even larger orgasm as they settled into a slow but steady pace of filling her almost to bursting. Vicky couldn't even manage to scream any more, no absent dirty talk, just desperate panting moans as her eyes rolled back in her head and she felt like her brain would melt. She drooled all over Miles' shoulder as she tried to sloppily kiss him, but she couldn't even manage to do that right as her body's muscular control decided to pack it in and call it a day.

Eventually, after the first few minutes, she lost bladder control and a stream of golden piss painted Miles' cock and pubes, along with the floor. Vicky was too far gone to even realize what she had done, let alone feel shame over it. Miles simply rolled his eyes and ate the mess in its entirety with his biomass. "I blame you for that," he accused Amy over Vicky's shoulder, who simply grinned.

"You're not into watersports?"

"Not when I'm the one getting pissed on," he snarked.

"So you'll be fine pissing on me, or using my mouth as a toilet?" Amy asked in a hopeful tone.

Miles was so thrown off by the question that he actually fell out of rhythm, almost stopping entirely. Amy erupted into a fit of giggles. "…Right. No. That's it. We get done with her, I'm turning this thing on you and turning you inside out with it."

"Ooh, prolapse! Kinky. You can fix it after, so I approve," Amy leered, earning a groan from the man across from her.

It was at that point that Vicky's brain decided to pack it in for the day. The poor girl's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she passed out. "Aww! We broke her," Amy pouted.

Miles sighed, dug into Vicky's brain, and poked her back to consciousness while hitting her with a dose of adrenaline. Vicky snapped awake with a gasp, and promptly hit a note that would make an opera singer proud as the pair redoubled their efforts to fuck her back into unconsciousness.

'Ready for the finale?'

Miles could hear the Cheshire grin in the girl's mental voice. "Double creampie?"

'Double creampie!'

Leaning into her sister, Amy nipped at the blonde's ear. "Vicky~ Are you ready for your reward?"

"Re, ward?" Vicky managed to pant out, not quite checked out again yet.

"We're going to fill you all up~ Doesn't that sound nice?" Amy asked.

Her hand in Vicky's hair made Vicky nod and the blonde managed a "Yeeees."

Amy beamed. "Then get ready, because here~ we~ come~"

The pair stopped holding back and, within a couple more strokes, twin cocks throbbed violently as they pumped literal gallons of semen into Vicky—Miles and Amy altering her biology to accept it all without taking damage. Vicky's body did its best to milk them both dry as she came uncontrollably, eyes rolling up and tongue lolling out in the classic ahegao face before she passed out again. By the time the pair had finished and managed to maneuver over to the bed to lay the group on their sides, Vicky's belly was bulged out somewhere in the 'six months pregnant' range—both her womb and bowels flooded with sperm. And just so she wouldn't think it was a dream, or wake up and try to pretend it didn't happen, both cocks spewed out a layer of mucus to seal everything in place, at least temporarily.

"I should totally make sure she gets knocked up from this," Amy debated sleepily from behind her sister.

Miles shook his head. "You could get away with that with Madison maybe. She'd probably be into it. Vicky though? No, best not."

"Spoilsport," Amy sighed, before reaching out with her power and making sure her sister wouldn't actually conceive from the gallon sized creampie filling her womb.

Miles pulled out, causing Vicky's unconscious body to twitch and convulse in a forced orgasm. A flood of grool leaked out of the blonde's gaping snatch and onto Amy's bed from where it had built up over the course of being fucked by a cock that sealed her up. He grabbed Vicky by the hips and forcibly pulled her off of Amy, to a whine from the brunette spooning her sister. "I wanted to cuddle," Amy pouted.

Setting Vicky down to the side, Miles turned an amused look on the curvy little healer. "You thought we were done?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "I told you what I was going to do with you."

Amy blinked, before looking down at the massive, mutated meat pole sticking up from where her clit should be. "Please be gentle?"

Miles reached out, grabbed the hypercock, and yanked it off, causing Amy to yelp—more in fear of pain than actual pain, since the biomass construct detached from her clit without so much as a twinge. He shook his head and pressed the lump of pre-formed biomass into place beside his own hypercock and the pair of phalli shifted around a bit to get everything lined up evenly. Then, he picked the brunette up and moved her down the bed, before throwing her onto her back and throwing her feet over his shoulders.

"Oh God, oh fuck, oh shiiiit~" Amy yelled as Miles plowed into her.

"This is what you get for being a brat. Let's see about putting hearts in your eyes."

"Do it~" Amy nodded stupidly, a huge grin on her face as he fucked away at her, setting her titties to bouncing on her chest. "Fill my holes up and make me yours! Make me come until all I can think about is your cock! Fuck~ me~ daddy~"

"Not even getting into that with you," Miles muttered, but he didn't stop her from calling him that either.