Predatory
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Taylor jolted as she came to. Looking around, she found herself in her bed, at home, tucked in safe and sound. The stench of her own burned meat and hair did not hang in her nose, though the memory was still there. Wiggling her toes showed both legs to be right where they should be. She didn't feel like most of her ribs, spine, and hips had been cracked, if not broken.
"Did I dream the whole thing?" she wondered as she rolled out of bed and gave herself a look over.
"'Fraid not."
Taylor flinched. Looking around to make sure she was alone and he hadn't snuck into her room in person, she asked, 'Miles? What are you doing here?'
"I'd like to know the answer to that myself. Missy and I were fucking with Hookwolf in the train yard when we heard an explosion and your shard called for help. To give you an idea of how much of a bind she felt you were in, as soon as we showed up and pulled your bacon out of the fire, she metaphorically dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock and hasn't let up since. Very determined girl, that one. So, want to tell me why we found you extra crispy with Lung?"
Taylor sighed. 'Well, I suppose it started after I gave you back to Missy.'
Taylor felt like shit. Her diaphragm ached and it hurt to breathe, her stomach hurt, her throat burned, her mouth tasted like puke, and she felt an all-over ache and feeling of tiredness that left her wanting to curl up in bed and not get out for a week.
"Come on," Gwen said, half-carrying her to her own bathroom. "Brush your teeth."
Taylor nodded, taking a moment to rinse out her mouth with half a bottle of mouthwash before she did as instructed. With that taken care of, Gwen hefted her up and carried her like a sack of potatoes to her bedroom. Pulling the robe they had loaned her off, Gwen bundled Taylor into her own bed and tucked her in. "Sleep it off. You'll feel better in the morning. Eat a big breakfast. Don't skimp. Same with lunch. You should be back to normal tomorrow night or the day after."
"M'kay," Taylor murmured, her eyes drifting closed. She heard Gwen sigh, but was unconscious by the time the platinum blonde left via her bedroom window.
The next morning, Taylor woke up before her alarm went off. For some reason, she was starving. Rolling out of bed, she searched for her glasses and frowned when she couldn't find them… and was confused when she found she didn't actually need them. Then she remembered the events of the previous day. She grabbed the robe Gwen had left in her desk chair, threw it on, and hurried into the bathroom. Quietly shutting the door behind herself, she made her way to the bathroom mirror and hesitantly looked herself over after opening the robe.
'Miles didn't change me back.'
Her hair was still perfectly straight. Her lips full, plump, sexy, and perfectly fit to her face. Her teeth straight and so white when she smiled at herself in the mirror that she imagined she could see a flash light off of them like some silly cartoon. Her body was trim and fit, her belly smooth and muscles nicely toned. Her complexion a little pale, but smooth and perfect. The little imperfections and asymmetries of her body smoothed out. She looked… airbrushed, for lack of a better word. Like someone had adjusted a set of sliders for her body and idealized her, but stopped within reason.
'I thought he said the changes weren't permanent,' she mused as she looked over herself. After another minute of inspection, she climbed into the shower to begin her morning ablutions before school, deciding to just enjoy the changes.
After getting cleaned and dressed, Taylor headed downstairs and checked the refrigerator. Her dad was already gone for the day and hadn't made breakfast, and they needed to go grocery shopping. Sighing as her stomach grumbled, she made her way back to her room to grab her book bag and head to school, mentally preparing herself for a day of starving… only to catch sight of a black duffel bag that had been dropped in the corner of her room. Raising an eyebrow, she made her way over and unzipped the top.
Taylor's eyes went wide as she saw stack after stack of money inside. She remembered collecting it the previous night, but hadn't actually expected to be allowed to keep it. Reaching in with one trembling hand, she withdrew a shrink-wrapped stack of twenties before zipping the bag up and throwing it into her closet. A quick look at the band around the stack showed it should contain two thousand dollars. It was more money than Taylor had ever held in her entire life.
Opening the package and peeling off a twenty, she paused before peeling off several more, stuffing a wad of a hundred dollars into her pocket. The rest, she folded away and hid inside her backpack. 'It couldn't hurt to have in case of an emergency or something. And I really need to get new clothes. Mine don't really fit that well anymore. They've gotten kind of tight.'
And that was an understatement. Her formerly baggy clothes hugged her body in a way that made her uncomfortable of the attention—jeans outlining the shape of her ass and legs, while her shirt strained slightly against her new breasts. And forget wearing a bra. It wasn't a huge increase, but Taylor had been mostly flat before, so even the nice little handful she had now was too big to wear her bras with. 'I just hope no one at school notices. How will I explain it if they do?'
Taylor considered for a moment before coming to the obvious conclusion. 'Ignore them. If they push, tell them to fuck off.'
In the end, she would play it by ear and if it came to it… ask Missy and Miles for help.
And then, it was off to catch the bus.
Except, as she jogged towards her stop, she didn't feel tired or winded at all. In fact, she felt like she was barely scratching the surface of what she could do. Instead of stopping to wait for the bus, she spared a look at the phone Gwen had given her to check the time and picked up the pace. She remembered there was a nice little bakery along the way to school and a deli near that, both of which should be open this time of the morning. And if she missed school, well… nothing of value was lost.
The scenery flew by as she shifted into a running pace, her body moving on automatic in a way it never really had before, eating the distance up with a seemingly easy pace that left her 'in the zone,' if she had known what the phrase even was. She slowed when she caught sight of the bakery. Taylor took in what they offered as she thought back to what Gwen had told her about not skimping. Eventually, she chose two muffins—one blueberry, one strawberry—and a breakfast sandwich on a bagel with ham, egg, cheese, tomato, and lettuce. To go with it, she ordered one of those froofy lattes she had never really had the money for before—and since she couldn't really carry it in the styrofoam cup it came in and run the rest of the way to school, she picked up one of the big aluminum drink containers on offer with a screw-on lid that she could put into her bag.
Parting with two of her twenties, Taylor took her change and hurried to her next stop—the deli up the street. There, she picked up her lunch: two eight inch all-you-can-meat sandwiches, with every meat and a bunch of vegetables on them, along with a bottle of water. She didn't know if she could even eat that much, or would be that hungry, but Taylor figured that if she didn't eat one she could always have it that night. Luckily, the school—despite being Winslow and thus shit—had a refrigerator for students on each floor. There was a risk someone would take or tamper with her sandwiches, but Taylor had a way around that.
As she ran, she took out her new phone and speed dialed Madison. She didn't even give the girl a chance to get in a greeting before she snapped off, "Meet me outside the school, where people can't see."
"Alr—" Taylor hung up, slipped the phone into her pocket, and ran harder.
By the time she neared the school, Taylor was starting to feel a little out of breath, tired, and very hungry but otherwise she felt fine. Madison waved to her a block away from Winslow and Taylor slowed her pace.
"What's up?" Madison asked as Taylor drew even with her.
Taylor handed Madison the bag with her food in it and Madison raised an eyebrow. "Put your name on that and put it in the refrigerator for me, then bring it to the roof for lunch."
Madison blinked, before a small smirk stole over her lips for just a moment. "Sure," she agreed. Looking Taylor up and down side-eye, she hummed. "You got hot overnight."
"Shut it," Taylor hissed.
The shorter brunette chuckled. "Fine, fine. One of us needs to go ahead of the other—" Taylor started jogging again and Madison sighed to herself as she hurried away. "Baby steps, Madison. One day at a time," she muttered to herself, though Taylor's hearing caught it, leaving the taller girl to wonder if Miles had enhanced her base senses.
Hurrying to her first class, Taylor paused as she took in her desk—covered in insults, graffiti, gum, and worse. Frowning, she looked around and saw she was the first to arrive. Taylor placed her things on another desk and looked around. Finding a desk belonging to one of the girls in Emma's little clique, the moved the trashed desk over and plopped it into place, before moving the clean one back to her spot—a little thrill building in her and the corner of her lips twitching as she thought of the reaction to come.
For some reason, despite being nervous, she… really kind of wanted someone to say something. Sparring with Missy, going out on her own in the suit, then going out with Miles—it had left her feeling like there was an itch she couldn't scratch, and the thought of one of those bitches starting something and maybe doing something to discourage it left her feeling like maybe, just maybe, that might scratch her particular itch. 'What's gotten into me?'
Taylor dug into her breakfast sandwich and overpriced coffee, eating quickly in the ten or so minutes before class was set to start. She finished everything only a couple of minutes before the bell and deposited the trash and her insulated mug back in her bag. A blonde girl walked in and made her way to the chair Taylor had moved and the taller girl watched from the corner of her eye as a look of disgust and anger crossed the other girl's face upon finding the chair.
Looking up, the blonde turned her gaze directly to Taylor—no need to hunt for the source of the chair when she was one of the ones involved in defacing it. Huffing, she stormed across the room, Taylor's heart beating just a little faster with every step closer the other girl got. Finally, she stopped beside Taylor's new desk. "Hey! Locker girl," the girl grated, and Taylor's eye twitched as anger filled her. "Give me back my desk."
Slowly, oh so slowly, Taylor turned her head and looked up, meeting the other girl's gaze. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, weirdo. Get out of my desk!"
Taylor's hands balled into fists and she stood. She took her time unfolding up out of her new chair, thinking about exactly what to say. Remembering how she had carried herself, or rather how Miles had carried them when they were together, she stood to her full height and loomed over the other girl. Seemingly for the first time, one of her bullies realized that Taylor dwarfed them. The blonde, whose name Taylor had never bothered to learn, looked suddenly unsure of herself.
The class had gone silent, all eyes on the two girls as they watched with bated breath.
'How would Missy handle this?' she wondered, thinking back to some of her conversations with the hero and Madison.
"No."
The blonde frowned, glaring up at Taylor as her bravado returned. "What did you say to me?"
"You made the mess, you sit in it," Taylor clarified.
"Ooh!" several voices jeered and the blonde started looking nervous.
She opened her mouth and Taylor cut her off. "Emma and Sophia aren't here any more, so unless you want start sucking cocks under the bleachers for favors, I don't think you're going to convince the guys on any of the sports teams to back you up. Sit down and shut the fuck up." The blonde looked like she wanted to say something, but she turned to walk away.
"One more thing," Taylor called, causing the other girl to pause as she remembered something Missy had said to her when asked what her friend would have done in Taylor's position. "If I catch you or anyone else spreading any rumors about me? Touching my things? Trying to ruin or steal my schoolwork? I'll gladly take the suspension, but I'll make sure it's worth my time."
The teacher chose that moment to enter the room. Looking around, the woman asked, "Why aren't you in your seats?"
Taylor sat while the blonde scurried across the room to sit.
The bell for lunch rang and Taylor collected her things before heading for the door to the class. She kept her back straight and her attention in her peripheral vision—and on the gnats she'd placed on every person in the class. A leg stuck out in front of her and, instead of stopping or stepping around, Taylor raised her leg and brought it down on the ankle.
"Ow! What the fuck, bitch?!" a girl screeched.
The teacher looked up from his desk. Taylor put on a fake smile. "Oh, I'm sorry. You should be more careful putting your legs in the aisle like that. Someone might step on them."
"You did that on purpose!"
The teacher sighed. "If it's hurt, go see the nurse. Otherwise, get out of my class and go to the cafeteria."
Taylor practically skipped out with the dismissal, ignoring comments tossed at her. She made her way upstairs to the roof, where she found Madison waiting with her sandwiches and drink, but nothing else. Thankfully, there was a little enclosed area with a table and two benches for the teachers up here, so while they were chilly they were mostly out of the wind.
"Thanks," Taylor muttered, collecting the bag and sitting down. Opening it, she took out a sandwich and dug in. Madison looked like she wanted to say something but held her tongue. After a moment of thought, and noticing that Madison didn't actually have anything to eat with her and got here fast enough that she couldn't have eaten lunch herself in that amount of time, Taylor dug the second sandwich out and tossed it underhand to the smaller girl.
"Thanks," Madison chuckled, unwrapping the sandwich and digging in. "So, I heard you swapped desks, then told Sue to fuck off this morning when she came demanding hers back."
Taylor shrugged. "I'm tired of putting up with it."
"Good for you." Madison honestly sounded like she meant it, to Taylor's ears.
Taylor finished her sandwich in silence, washing it down with part of her water. Her clock showed they still had a good fifty minutes left before the lunch break was over when she checked it. Putting the phone away, she considered Madison across from her, not really seeing the other girl as she thought over everything that had happened since she first met Missy and Miles as Gwen. All the changes that had come to her life, for good and for ill.
Last month, she had been a miserable wreck, terrified of going back to school once the break was over and having to deal with her bullies. She had honestly considered killing herself more than once, and the only thing that stayed her hand was because that would be letting them win, and her mother would've been sad if she'd been alive. Her father… well, being completely honest with herself, after the way he retreated into himself after her mom died, she didn't really think about what he would think or feel.
Now, she had powers. She had friends. She was a hero. She had started standing up for herself. She was… really hot.
The thought of another confrontation like the one this morning got her heart racing just a bit, but she… she wanted more. She wanted to go out in costume as Skitter and find some bad guys to beat up lawfully subdue, detain, and arrest. Then, maybe she'd go home and scratch the itch that had been building between her legs since this morning. An almost foreign sensation that left her warm and damp. Unconsciously, her hand strayed to her thigh as she considered Madison across from her, still eating her lunch in silence as she studied something in the distance.
Madison was one of her former bullies. Someone who had hurt her, though not as bad as Sophia or Emma. She understood that Madison felt like she had to go along or she would be the one in their sights, but that didn't excuse the other girl's actions. At best, it made Taylor sort of apathetic towards the smaller brunette. As long as Madison left her alone, she wouldn't have cared what the other girl did.
But now, after having tasted a little bit of payback… She had to admit that it felt nice, to be the one in control for a change. Even if… well, the last time wasn't entirely justified. But just because she had kind of maybe overreacted with Miles and Missy didn't mean that taking control of her life and getting a handle on the people who had screwed with her was wrong.
And then there was that whole thing with Missy and Miles that Madison had agreed to for some reason. The memory came to her immediately, of a video recorded when Taylor only knew them as Gwen. ''Anyway, she's yours now. Do with her as you will. Have her do your homework, carry your books, make your lunches, streak through the halls naked, eat you out during lunch breaks—whatever you want, she'll do.''
Taylor hummed quietly as she studied the brunette, thinking back to what she'd seen of the girl sucking Miles' cock with a desperately eager look, before taking a load of the man's sperm all over her face.
Madison was… actually kind of cute, at least when taken out of context as one of her bullies. She was short, where Taylor was very tall for a girl. Small, and while she had some curves, it was nothing spectacular. Fit without being terribly athletic, though that was changing. Her face was… cute enough. And she was willing and eager, according to Missy and Miles—not to mention the videos. Taken in context, well, Taylor was aware of the term 'hate fuck' and it was applicable.
For a moment, anxiety filled her. She took out her phone, set an alarm for five minutes before the warning bell signaling the end of lunch, then forced herself to commit. "Madison."
"Hm?" the girl asked, finishing her lunch and washing it down with the offered remains of Taylor's bottle of water.
Taylor didn't know where she was going with this. How to proceed from here. Floundering for something to say while still trying to look like she was in control she… took all those emotions, all the anxiety and worry, and tried to push it away. The insects in her swarm responded and Taylor felt suddenly calm. "Come here."
Spreading her legs and shifting to straddle the bench, Taylor patted the seat between them. Madison raised an eyebrow but complied, getting up and moving over to where Taylor sat. Turning around, she sat down between the taller girl's legs, their thighs touching. "So—"
"Be quiet," Taylor commanded, and Madison closed her mouth with a click of teeth. "Get out your phone. I want to watch," Taylor paused long enough to swallow, forcing more of her anxiety away as it built. She forced herself to continue, "your videos."
Madison was already in the process of fishing out her phone—a sleek little rectangular model, all touch screen with no push buttons on the surface, and much better than the cheap burner Gwen had given Taylor. Madison's hand stilled over her phone and she quietly asked, "Which, ah, videos?"
Taylor didn't want to say it. Instead, she would force Madison to figure it out—and if she got it wrong, well, that would be a reason to do something to 'punish' her, wouldn't it? "You know which ones."
Madison gulped quietly, throat suddenly dry, as her breathing sped up a bit and Taylor felt the heat radiating off the smaller girl through their jackets. Surprising Taylor, Madison leaned back slightly, shifting around a bit and resting her back against Taylor's chest as she turned the phone sideways and opened up a list of videos—but only after adjusting the volume so it could barely be heard by them and would travel no further. Madison was short enough that her neck rested in the (small) valley of Taylor's newly improved breasts. It was… intimate. More than Taylor had expected.
Madison scrolled through the list, Taylor humming quietly as she skimmed file names. One stood out and she asked, "Race Day?"
Madison's giggle was a bit perverted for Taylor's tastes, but the taller girl didn't say anything about it as Madison opened the file and it began to play. Taylor watched over Madison's shoulder as the camera panned across the bedroom. On the bed were Madison, the redhead Gwen had introduced as MJ, and MJ's adoptive Asian sister Cindy. 'Except that's not entirely true. They aren't related and I don't think she's actually adopted. Not legally,' Taylor mentally corrected as she watched.
"So, everyone clear on the rules?" Miles asked as he moved into frame, big dick swaying enticingly between his legs. Taylor's mouth watered a bit as her eyes trailed over his muscular frame—clean shaven face, neck, shoulders, chest, abs, thighs, his ass and back when he turned away from the camera. She had never been particularly visual before, but she could appreciate a decent looking person. Now? It seemed like the sight of a good looking man went straight from her eyes to her crotch, cranking up her arousal several notches.
'Mm. That is a delicious slab of beefcake.'
Observing the girls with their asses facing the camera he hummed and looked back over his shoulder at whoever was holding it. "Looks like we're about ready. Okay girls, about face."
The girls on the bed hurried to comply, changing positions so they were looking at whoever was holding the camera. MJ and Madison both leered at something off camera, while Cindy's eyes went a little wide and she glanced towards Miles in… confusion? It was hard for Taylor to tell.
"Can we go over it again?" an only somewhat familiar voice said from offscreen, before Amy Dallon walked into frame.
Taylor wasn't gay. She wasn't actually entirely sure of anything anymore, really. She liked looking at Miles and 'That beefcake. I want a bite' was the first thing that came to mind any time her eyes flicked over his form. On the other hand, Amy Dallon and those curves, that ass, the entire package… She began to wonder, 'Cheesecake for dessert? Is that okay?'
Suffice to say, she was coming to appreciate the female form. And Amy's was a hell of a form to appreciate.
Until she turned towards the camera and Taylor's brain froze as her jaw dropped open. She blinked, mentally rebooting as she shook her head. Well, now she understood the look Cindy had worn—she imagine she wore an identical one right at that moment. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold on," she said, reaching around Madison and grabbing the phone. "How do I back this up?!"
Madison took her phone back and adjusted the slider at the bottom, reversing the video. Taylor brought the screen up and scrutinized it thoroughly as she watched the cock flopping between Amy's legs. It seemed to come from her clit somehow, standing up proudly from her neatly trimmed and somehow entirely straight and fluffy looking bush. There were no testicles below it when she shifted just right to show off her small thigh gap, just the fat lips of Amy's vulva. It wasn't some attachment or dildo—it was too real for that. Moreover, it looked identical to the one between Miles' own legs.
"What the fuck?" Taylor whispered.
Laughing, Madison pulled the phone back from Taylor and paused the video. "So uh, do you know about Miles…?"
"Know what exactly?" Taylor asked, once more not willing to breach her friends' trust.
Sighing, Madison asked, "What about Gwen's real name?"
"…I know it," Taylor admitted.
"Well, they told me last night. They were kind of pissed and worked up about something and wanted to do some extra kinky stuff, so they kind of prefaced it with an explanation and a promise not to tell. So, if you already know…"
"Gwen's name begins with an 'M' and Miles is, ah," Taylor made a wiggly motion with her fingers.
Chuckling, Madison nodded. "Missy?" Behind her, Taylor nodded. "And Miles is a Case-53 whose main power is basically 'Changer: Yes.'"
"If by that you mean 'a puddle of tentacles,'" Taylor murmured.
"Right!" Madison confirmed. "So, his other power's got a lot of overlap with Amy—Panacea, that is. They can change biology. So growing dicks on girls is actually pretty tame. This video was shot before I knew, so I kind of assumed Amy did it herself because I think they came into the room like that. He had us turned around on the bed so we couldn't see."
"Ah. Okay. So they're real. Like… real real?"
"Mostly?" the shorter brunette shrugged. "No balls, so no sperm I think. But, well, power bullshit." Taylor nodded in understanding. "They're real enough. They explained it to me as being something like the most realistic dildo attachment you'll ever use, but if you walked up to Amy or Missy like that and tugged on it hard enough it'd come off. So, not entirely real. Actually, Missy was railing me with one of those before she jerked the thing off, shoved it on my clit where it sort of grabbed on, and started riding me. It was… wow. Like, it connected with my body and I could feel everything it felt."
Taylor cleared her throat. "Right. Okay. Um. Can we…?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure," Madison agreed quickly, adjusting herself in Taylor's arms now that the taller girl was pretty much draped over her smaller form from having reached for the phone. She backed the video up a hair and hit play again.
On screen, Amy turned and her pseudo-cock flopped ridiculously between those thick thighs. The camera finally settled into place and Missy walked into the shot, the dick dangling between her legs almost reaching her knees and absolutely ridiculous proportionally on her much smaller frame. And yet, 'I kind of want to stare up into those green eyes as I suck it. So intense…'
"It's a horse race. The rules are simple. First one to get their horse across the finish line wins. The lines on the bed in front of every girl are numbered. Any time she comes, she moves forward a line," Missy explained, moving around to Miles' side and leaning up to peck his lips, earning a slap on the ass as she walked past him to the number three position on the far right of the bed—behind MJ. "And as a twist, if the jockey comes, they have to move back five lines. Go back to the starting line or before and you lose by default. If you fuck her unconscious, or she can't keep moving, you also lose. If you can't keep going, you lose."
"Seems kinda… unfair," Amy pointed out, eyeing up the more athletic forms of Miles and Missy. "And how do we prove there's no shenanigans, cheating, and so on?"
Miles chuckled, pulling Amy into his side and pointing her cock at Madison in the number one position on the far left of the bed as he kissed her neck. "That's why we're giving you the fastest horse."
Madison giggled, both on screen and in Taylor's lap. "I'm kind of a quick shot compared to those two," she admitted quietly.
"And that's what the camera's for," MJ added.
Missy reached out and slapped her ass, earning a yelp and jerk from the redhead. "Horses don't talk," Missy chastised, gently rubbing the spot she'd just smacked.
MJ just couldn't, or didn't want to learn her lesson it seemed. "They do if they're Mr. Ed."
Miles sighed, catching Missy's wrist before she could smack MJ again. "Getting them worked up first also counts as cheating."
"Sorry, daddy," Missy apologized, but Taylor watched Miles' cock twitch at the tone of that word.
Rolling his eyes, he reached out and stroked Cindy's flanks. "MJ, take a page from Cindy's book. She's eager and ready to go, but she's being a good girl. Nice and quiet. Aren't you, Cindy-Lou?"
Cindy didn't answer verbally, just nodding and shaking her ass a bit. To Miles' left, Amy asked, "What about power cheating?"
"I'm temporarily disabling everyone's powers for this. You'll all be as normal as Madison for this game," Miles explained.
"…And you won't cheat?"Amy asked.
Miles reached over and smacked her ass, but not quite as hard as Missy had MJ. "Ye of little faith. Trust me, if I start using my power, we'll all know."
Amy considered for a moment before nodding. "Fair enough," she agreed.
"Racers, mount your horses," Missy instructed, sliding her cock into MJ, earning a quiet moan from the redhead.
To MJ's left, Cindy whimpered as Miles filled her up. And to Cindy's left, Madison… squealed as Amy slammed into her and bottomed out.
Amy blinked. "Did she just…?"
Miles reached out and smacked Madison's ass. "Move forward a line. Giddyup."
Taylor dropped her chin on the real Madison's head as, on screen, Madison scrambled to obey the command. "You weren't lying."
"Nope," Madison murmured.
Feeling a bit mischievous, Taylor asked, "Think you can match the video?"
Madison hesitated. "I mean, maybe? I'd need some—" Taylor's right hand slid down Madison's belly and the smaller girl's breath hitched, her next word coming out as a squeak, "—stimulation."
Taylor's fingers caught the button on Madison's jeans and flicked it open, followed by drawing her zipper down—not that it would go all that far. Then, her hand slid under the girl's jeans and panties, finding her bare slit hot and wet. 'I can't believe I'm doing this!' she thought to herself as she gently began stroking Madison's slick cunt, her fingers sliding over and between Madison's bare lips. In her lap, Madison grunted quietly and adjusted herself, spreading her legs a bit to give Taylor better access.
On screen, Miles said, "Now remember, we're trying to keep pace here." Missy and Amy nodded. "On your marks—"
"A bit late for that," Amy giggled, rubbing Madison's flank as the brunette tried to keep still while she practically thrummed with energy.
Miles ignored her. "Get set."
"Wait!" Missy called, sliding out of MJ and hopping off the bed, before moving across the room. Miles waved off Amy from pulling out. "We almost forgot the music!"
"Fine, fine," Miles rolled his eyes.
Beside him, Amy hummed. "It'll be easier to keep pace if we're doing it to a beat," she mused, earning a nod.
Missy hurried back and slid back into MJ as the first song started. After a moment, lyrics filled the room. [ watch?v=nxz1DuVaRr8 ]
"Really?" Miles shot Missy a look, who simply grinned cheekily. "And go."
Three sets of hips drew back, Missy and Amy watching Miles in the middle for their cues, before they slid forward as one to happy sounds from the three girls on their hands and knees. And then they were moving in time—six bodies moving together as riders and horses raced towards the finish line.
In her arms, Madison panted quietly as Taylor stroked her quim in time to the slapping of Amy's hips against Madison's ass in the video. It wasn't long before, with a muffled sound somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, Madison came in her arms. Something came over Taylor then, a new feeling she'd never had before, as she felt the rush that came from being in absolute control over the girl in her arms. Her eyes never left the phone, but Taylor shifted her head down, her lips finding the bottom of Madison's ear. Her newly perfected lips wrapped around the girl's earlobe, sucking in her little earring with it as her tongue flicked over Madison's flesh.
Madison stiffened a bit in her arms for a moment before going almost completely limp, moaning quietly. "Oh damn," Madison whispered.
Taylor flicked the earring with her tongue, playing with it for a moment, before she bit down on Madison's earlobe and moved on. She wanted more, wanted to see… a better reaction. Her lips found Madison's neck, just behind her jaw, planting a soft kiss on the flesh there as her fingers found the girl's clit and circled it. Madison's hips jerked, but Taylor refused to give her the stimulation she wanted. "Not yet," she murmured, teeth gently nipping the flesh of Madison's neck before she sucked on it.
"N-not too, not too hard," Madison gasped quietly. "Don't want hickeys."
"You'll get hickeys and you'll like it," Taylor growled quietly, digging two fingers into Madison's snatch and hooking them forwards. Madison nodded frantically, hips bucking as she bit her lip and her pussy clenched around Taylor's fingers.
Watching the girl come in her arms, Taylor started pumping her fingers in and out of Madison's cunt hard and fast, far beyond the pace set by the video, but that was all but forgotten now as she focused on Madison. She licked and sucked at Madison's neck as she worked the brunette over, enjoying the sounds the smaller girl made. Reaching under Madison's shirt with her left hand, she found her bra and pulled it down, then attacked the nipples hidden under it.
Leaning forward and to the side, she watched as Madison's eyes crossed, the smaller girl barely having the presence of mind to set her phone on the table before her hands grabbed at Taylor's thighs for purchase as her hips bucked, trying desperately to get Taylor's fingers to play with her clit. Taylor obliged, pinching and tugging Madison's left nipple as she drew her fingers out of Madison's snatch and started roughly rubbing her clit, hard and fast. Madison shuddered, bringing her arm up and biting into her jacket to keep from screaming. Taylor's fingers were drenched as Madison came and came and Taylor refused to let her stop…
The alarm on Taylor's phone sounded, startling both girls as it broke through the wet squishing of Taylor's fingers in Madison's snatch, and the sounds of Madison's panting and trying desperately to keep quiet. Pulling her fingers out of Madison, Taylor hesitated, before ordering, "Look at the mess you made. Clean it up."
She kind of assumed Madison would use her shirt or something. Nope. Madison sucked Taylor's fingers into her mouth one by one, licking and sucking them clean of her fluids. Taylor found the action highly erotic and it only served to make her more wound up and horny. But there was still the issue of Madison's spit… "Disgusting," Taylor grumbled, pulling her hand away from Madison's mouth and wiping it off on the girl's shirt under her coat. "I said clean it, not slobber all over my fingers."
"Sorry, m—"
Madison hesitated on what looked very much to Taylor like some sort of reflexive response. Taylor pounced. "Sorry what?"
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I, I just—Gwen and Miles like it, so I assumed—"
"And what happens when you assume?" Taylor snarked. Madison's head lowered. Taylor resisted the urge to sigh as she collected her trash and her backpack to go back to class. "Go clean yourself up before someone sees you. I've got to find a bathroom to wash my hands."
Madison snatched up her phone and pocketed it, following in Taylor's wake. The pair parted at the top of the stairs, Taylor sending Madison to the nearest girls' room while Taylor went to the other on that floor so they wouldn't be seen together. Once she was in the bathroom, Taylor looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands. 'Oh God, I can't believe I did that! That was, it was… Oh fuck,' she shuddered slightly, muscles in her back, stomach, and legs clenching in excitement. Her pussy was soaked and her panties were ruined. If she sat down any time soon, she'd squish.
'I can't go to class like this,' she decided, sighing and splashing her face with water, before drying herself with paper towels. She left the bathroom and made her way downstairs and out of the building, jogging for home. As she ran, she thought.
'I should stop. Just… stop doing anything with Madison. Go back to ignoring her.'
For almost a block, that was what Taylor decided on.
'But… the train's already left the station. I could ride it the rest of the way and see where it goes.'
It had been the most fun she'd had in ages, outside of doing hero stuff with Missy and Miles. And it made her feel… sexy, to know that she could cause one of her former bullies to completely lose her cool like that. Putty in her hands. Willing to do anything she asked—anything she demanded, rather. She could, in effect, bully her bully—sexually.
Eventually, she came to a decision. 'I'll pick up some more cash, then go out and get a laptop. And a better phone. One of those new ones like Madison had. I think you can get the internet wirelessly on those and connect a laptop to it somehow? I'll have to ask someone. But first, a shower and a change of clothes. And… I'm definitely going to need to take care of this in the shower, before I go nuts. Then I need to do research. Figure out how to… to control someone during sex. I don't even know the terminology. But Madison definitely liked it.'
She paused, wondering if she should even consider what Madison liked or not in this situation. 'I liked it and she didn't complain.'
It was good enough.
"Okay, so you and Maddy fooled around. Sounds fun. Now explain what convinced you to go after Lung."
"You don't want me to tell you about getting Madison to come over that night and trying out the 'dom/sub' thing?" Taylor asked, raising an eyebrow. She kind of figured that'd be in Miles' wheelhouse, considering the way he acted with Missy, Amy, and even Cindy. 'Maybe it's just how he is though, not an act like most of the stuff I was reading?'
"…Maybe later. Missy'd like hearing about it too and if you tell me now, you'll just have to repeat it."
Gathering her clothes up, Taylor made her way to the shower. A glimpse in the mirror showed that her form was just as she remembered it before… before getting char-broiled by Lung. Shaking her head, she turned on the hot water and waited for it to heat up before stepping in. 'Okay, so Lung. After Madison and I had sex that first night, I was kind of antsy after I sent her home, so I went out in costume looking for something to do.'
"Conflict drive. Okay. Actually, let me fix that," Miles muttered. A moment later, Taylor sagged as a pressure she didn't realize she'd been feeling suddenly let off. "There we go. Now both you and your shard can be happier, without being forced into doing stupid shit."
Taylor didn't know if she really wanted to know what he was talking about, and decided to have that conversation at a later date. 'Anyway, I started going out. I've been skipping school the last week or so, just so I could go out more. I went by your house and spoke with MJ. She gave me a list of what she called 'soft targets' for the ABB and I've been going through those. I think I'm going to take a page from Missy's book and just stop going entirely. Kind of seems pointless with the end of the world looming over our heads.'
Miles was silent for a moment as he considered it while Taylor washed. Eventually, he said, "I'm not going to say no. I will say there will be consequences. The school is going to start trying to get ahold of your dad. He's going to start asking questions. You'll have to either tell him you're a cape, or leave home entirely."
The brunette hummed but said nothing further about it. 'Last night, I found a warehouse with a lot of drugs in it. It wasn't on the list. So, I emptied the place out and set fire to it.'
Miles palmed their face. "You basically went from being an annoyance to declaring war."
'Yeeeah…'
Taylor watched as the warehouse burned, sitting on top of a building upwind of it. She had already called the fire department, but the place was going up quickly and there probably wouldn't be anything left by the time they got here. As she admired her handiwork, something displaced the swarm of gnats surrounding her—something human-shaped simply appeared in what should be her blind spot. She reacted instinctively, leaning into the suit's ability to enhance her body as she threw herself down and to the side.
A knife passed through the space where her spine would have been and she rolled, coming to her feet to take in her attacker—a man in a demon mask and wearing a bandoleer of knives and grenades. Oni Lee.
'Oh, shit.'
Skitter brought her hands up, shooting webbing at the man. Another man appeared behind her—one of the bugs she'd stuck to the first one appearing with the new guy. 'Clone,' she realized as she remembered what the forums had said Oni Lee's powers were. A sort of cloning teleportation ability.
She jumped, kicking the first Lee towards the second as another clone appeared. The second clone exploded and the concussive force of the blast knocked Skitter off her feet, sending her falling off the building she'd been on and leaving her ears throbbing and ringing.
Skitter hit the ground hard on her side, her arm cracking like a snapped piece of celery as she tried to roll with it. She bit down on a scream, pushing the pain out to her swarm. 'Get up! Have to get up or he's going to kill me!'
Something tinked on the ground around her. She leapt up, throwing a webline to a nearby building and yanking herself away. She felt the thumps in her bones as four more grenades went off, the force of the explosions picking her up and tossing her through the air again. This time, she managed to recover and started swinging one-handed, trying to get away. If she could just get away, she could get home and call Amy, who could heal her arm—
Several cars came racing up the street, sliding to a stop along the street in her path. People poured out of them and took out guns—pistols, long guns, lots of things she didn't recognize. She couldn't hear it, but she certainly saw the muzzle flashes as they opened fire. Something caught her in the chest and she felt like she'd been kicked by a horse, the force of it driving the air from her lungs and bruising her down to the bone. It hurt bad enough that she nearly dropped her web line. Two more shots hit her—one in the thigh and the other in the stomach—before she veered off down a side street.
More little foreign sports cars stopped down the street and even more people poured out, firing at her as she got close and forcing her to turn away, heading towards the docks area. As she passed side streets, more cars poured out of them and people leaned out of the windows, firing at her as she fled, pushing herself harder and faster to escape, the world becoming a blur—the buildings to either side of her like walls caging her in.
Miles sighed, causing Taylor to pause in he storytelling. "You never even considered just going over the buildings, did you?"
Sheepishly, Taylor shook her head. 'No. I kind of got tunnel vision. That, and I'm pretty sure I had a concussion.'
"Right. We're going to run you through 3d maneuver drills until you know how to keep from being herded and can turn that shit around on people."
'Well, that's pretty much it from there. They chased me straight to Lung, who was waiting in the middle of the street. Lee blew himself up in my path and forced me down, then Lung kicked my ass. The suit wasn't strong enough to do more than throw him around. Bugs just pissed him off. Every time I tried to run, Lee would be there with more grenades, or more of their gang up and down the street would shoot at me. I think the spider venom finally kicked in, because he started getting really mad and huge. That's when he exploded and… blasted my legs off when I was trying to swing in and kick him.'
Miles winced. "Yeah. That was always a bad match, unless you got him just right from the start," he mused as Taylor got out of the shower and started drying herself off, only for her form to ripple, the water disappearing as clothes formed on her body. "That's probably about where we came in. Hookwolf distracted him while we got you to safety and got me inside you to heal your legs."
Heading towards her bedroom, Taylor sighed. 'Thanks.'
And her she was, suddenly confronted with the truth of her own mortality and human frailty. Forced to acknowledge that if it weren't for her friends, she would probably be dead—or at the very least, permanently crippled. She considered it for a moment before asking, even her mental tone quiet and unsure, 'Do you… can you stick around? Like with Missy or Amy? I don't, I don't want to go out again knowing that something stupid could get me killed.'
"Is that what you want?"
Taylor nodded, looking around the room. Opening up her closet, she dug out her bag of money, along with the new laptop. "Could you store this?" she asked aloud, and a moment later the stuff disappeared. She was kind of saddened that that was really all she wanted from her room. But there was one more thing she wanted to collect, if she was leaving.
Making her way downstairs, she went into the basement, to the pile of things she knew belonged to her mom. A bit of digging through boxes got her her mother's old jewelry box and her favorite book. Taylor didn't really wear the stuff herself, and she had long since memorized the book in question, but they held sentimental value to her. They vanished from her hands, off to wherever things Miles took went, and she made her way upstairs. Taking one last look around the living room, she sighed and made her way back upstairs. Digging out her school bag, she took out a notebook and pen.
Dad,
There's no easy to say this, so I won't beat around the bush.
I'm a cape.
I've had powers since the locker.
Every time I go back to school, all I can see is the locker. I can't go back there again.
I've got some things to work through and I can't stay here.
I love you and I always will, but you haven't really been here for me since mom died.
Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'm not alone any more.
I love you.
Taylor.
Folding the short letter up, she left it on the coffee table under the remote, in front of her dad's chair. Then, she left.
"Now what?"
"Missy's out of state for a while, but Amy's free. You should go hang out."
"Mm." Taylor nodded and set off in a jog. "There any chance I can get a bike like Missy has?"
"Find one, then bring it to MJ."
"Good, because even if I can run forever now, running still sucks."
"While you're at it, give some thought to what you want your new costume to look like. The old one was destroyed, so it's time for an outfit upgrade. Maybe get Amy to make you some new toys. Speaking of, what happened to the stick bug?"
Taylor frowned, shaking her head. 'It died when Lung blew me up. What sorts of things do you think she can make for me?'
Their shoulders shrugged. "Whatever she wants, I imagine. Start thinking on that too."
'I think I want something a bit more… intimidating.'
Taylor's eyebrow raised outside of her control. "Oh? Why's that?"
'I tried to be nice and friendly, and it got me blown up. I want more options for dealing with people than 'drown them in bugs' or 'shoot web at them.' Especially if they're people like Lung, who can no-sell those.'
Miles hummed in her head. "Okay. Sounds like you want to do a whole rebrand, then." Taylor considered it for a moment before nodding. "Definitely need to talk to Amy then."
The short brunette studied Taylor as they all sat together in a recently cleaned out room in the lab that had belonged to Bakuda. Miles, Cindy, and MJ had taken the time to go over the place with a fine-toothed comb, making sure Bakuda hadn't left any traps behind. Once they determined it was safe, they'd turned it over to Amy as a place where she could work on projects away from home.
Turning to look at Miles, she asked, "We're sure about this? After the whole 'separate or else' thing?"
Taylor winced and Miles sighed. "I realize you're still kind of salty over that—"
Amy's eyes narrowed. "A bit."
"I'm sorry."
Amy shot a glare Taylor's direction. "'I'm sorry' doesn't un-fuck the dog," she deadpanned. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out in a huff. "But I suppose I'm willing to give you another chance. One. Only because Miles wants to. You're going to have to work extra hard to earn anything more than that."
"I will," Taylor agreed with a nod.
Miles reached out and patted Taylor's shoulder. "Now that that's settled. Amy, Taylor here has a request."
Taking the hint, Taylor explained what she wanted and why—how fighting Lung and his gang had left her feeling overwhelmed and short of options. Amy sat and listened, growing more interested by the moment as she did so. Finally, when Taylor finished, Amy asked, "What happened to the stick bug I made for you?"
"Destroyed in the explosion. I hadn't even made a spare yet," Taylor lamented.
Amy nodded. "That's fine. I can make a new one. Aside from that, it sounds like you'd like some better weapons and some utility, right?"
"That about covers it, yeah," Taylor agreed.
Looking over at Miles, Amy grinned. "You brought her knowing what I've been working on, didn't you?"
The man shrugged. "A bit. Want to show her?"
"Sure!" Amy chirped. Hopping up from her seat on the old second-hand couch they'd moved in, Amy lead them to the lab area. "So this is actually something I've been working on as an upgrade for Miles. Mostly so he doesn't have to use shard powers when something he's already integrated into himself will do the job."
"Less chance of someone figuring things out that way," Miles explained. "Don't want someone connecting the dots if Widow starts shitting thunder when that identity doesn't have that sort of power. But since we've already given away a bit of the Changer game, I figure bio-manipulator, or something like Crawler where he adapts to things isn't a huge stretch. I'm both anyway, so…"
Taylor nodded as they walked up to a table set up in a lab and Amy opened up a refrigerator. "What is that? I can feel something…"
"Don't poke it," Amy instructed, reaching into the fridge and pulling out something that looked like a cross between a sea cucumber and a firefly.
"I gave her the idea. It's something from some scifi show I can't remember the name of. Short version: a living critter that produces plasma blasts and is supposed to attach to the arm of a host. But, well," the critter dissolved into a lump of biomass as tendrils tore into it from Amy's hands, before it was absorbed. "Oh, nice. That's the stuff," Miles murmured. "Okay, let's see here…"
Pointing his hand at the far wall, something changed on his palm—a series of small bumps raising from the flesh there. Then, a ball of something glowing white formed in the cupped space above his palm. Finally, the ball shot off at a speed akin to a bullet from a gun, a white flash streaking across the room towards one of the test dummies set up against the far wall. The target's head exploded and the upper torso caught fire, while the cinder block wall behind it was scorched from the heat.
"Very nice. Let's see if I can get less burn, more oomph." A second ball fired, exploding into a concussive blast that scattered pieces of the target and sent them flying across the room. Thankfully, the concussive explosion seemed to have knocked the fire out.
"That's pretty good," Taylor admitted. "But what about for bigger threats?"
"Lung-shaped threats?" Miles asked, and the tall girl nodded. "Amy?"
The girl nodded, pulling one more thing. It was black, with a large, shiny metal sphere in the middle and several smaller silver spheres set around the circumference. In between what looked like armored metal segments were what looked to be muscular tendrils. But despite its clearly biological origin, it didn't have enough of a brain for Taylor's power to do anything with it. "What is it?" the girl asked.
"If it was built to spec," Miles began.
"It was!" Amy insisted.
The man continued, "And if it can do what I wanted."
Amy hesitated. "It should? My power thinks so."
"Then that right there is a replica Guyver unit. Basically, a biological power armor with a whole host of biologically derived weapons and support powers. Theoretically, it should turn a base human into someone with strength comparable to me, without access to shard-derived powers. Put another way: this thing's equipped with a BFG that is essentially a directional tactical nuke in beam form. But that's a base human. Its primary function is to boost the natural abilities of whatever's using it, though… and I'm a little above 'base human.'"
The replica Guyver unit disappeared into Miles' storage with seemingly no effect, but from the way the man's lips spread into a mad grin made Taylor worry. "So!" the man clapped his hands together. "Amy, think you can make something thematic for Taylor?"
"Sure," the girl agreed. "Start calling in bugs. I've got some ideas. Taylor, you said you wanted to go for something more intimidating, right?" When the other girl nodded, she asked, "How's giant fuckoff spider mount?"
Taylor blinked, before a small grin pulled at her lips. "I think I like the sound of that. But what else could it do?"
"A giant spider's not enough?" Amy rolled her eyes. "Okay. Giant fucking flying spider mount capable of acting as a carrier unit for other, smaller insects?" Taylor blinked. "A mobile command center that can do everything the stick bug I made you did and more. Capable of acting semi-independently. Maybe about as smart as a dog. Programmable. Teachable. It won't reproduce or attack humans except in self-defense, so the PRT can kiss my ass. I figured out a biological micro-fusion reactor—that's what's powering the fake Guyver unit. I could slap one of those in it and the thing'll run off of water and only need to eat occasionally. I can put in some stuff in the abdomen to make specialized bugs. Oh! I can take the stuff from Newter and make little bugs that spit spines with that stuff on it, or streams of it, for non-lethal takedowns…"
As Amy trailed off into babble about what she could do, bugs poured into the room under Taylor's control. Amy quickly whipped up a new stick bug control unit/crown and Taylor set it into place on her brow. Her range freshly expanded, she set about pulling in even more bugs. "How about something a bit larger than your average spider? Dog-sized maybe?"
Amy paused in her babbling and looked up, humming as she considered it. "You know," Miles spoke up, a grin on his face as he did, "you could take a page from Starship Troopers if you have that here…"
"Never heard of it. Explain," Amy demanded, drawing out the word and looking for all the world like a mad scientist from the way her eyes lit up.
For some reason, Taylor almost regretted the ask. Almost. And then she remembered dozens of ABB mooks and how nice it would've been to have a swarm of dog-sized terrors tearing into those crappy little cars to drag them out into the street. Even just a handful would be good.
"So, how about instead of a traditional mount, you use biomass to merge your body to it from about the hips down. Or knees. Basically like one of those spider monster things. The spider-centaur kind. What are they called?" Amy asked, drawing Taylor's attention.
"A drider. Or an arachne," Miles supplied. "though, to keep it independent, it couldn't be a true arachne since it'd need to keep its head. But yeah, I could do it if Taylor wanted to. That's going into creepy case-53 territory—"
"Do it."
Miles and Amy blinked, exchanging a look between themselves. "Are you sure?" Amy asked.
Taylor nodded. "You, that is Widow, got footage of me after Lung blasted me, right?" Miles nodded his confirmation and she explained her reasoning. "Claim it's a bad second trigger. Really bad. Like, 'woke up with a spider growing where my legs used to be,' bad. It'd disguise what the spider actually is. 'It's not scary bio-Tinker tech, just part of her new powers.' Problem solved, no backlash on Amy."
"That… does fit very neatly," Amy murmured.
Miles nodded slowly. "Her powers were controlling bugs, now she can make them too. And if Taylor goes out of her way to be nice and friendly, it turns the big scary arachne image on its head and she becomes harmless in the public perception."
Taylor nodded. "That's easy enough. It even comes with a baked-in name. Let's do it."
Amy grinned as the mass of bugs building before her broke down into biomass—and not of the sort that made up Miles. "This is going to be fun."