Predatory
21
Crystal yawned as she floated above one of the taller buildings in the Bay. "Why are we doing this so late?"
"Because that's the time Amy requested," her mother, Sarah Pelham answered from where she too floated, looking down over the city. She spotted movement and squinted, eventually making out people moving towards them, ascending as they went. As they drew closer, they resolved themselves into three forms—Widow with Panacea carried on her back and a man she didn't know. While Widow swung by webline, the newcomer ran across the sides of buildings, occasionally leaping and gliding between gaps as he moved.
Eventually, both Widow and the man she was traveling with hit the side of the building Sarah and Crystal were floating over and ran up the side. "They're here," Sarah announced, a few moments before the trio crested the top of the building.
Panacea slid down off Widow's back, her legs somewhat shaky as she did so. "Never get used to that."
"You like it," the man accused, a smile in his voice. It was a nice voice, Sarah decided—deep, masculine, a hint of something dangerous under the surface that got her motor running just a bit. She couldn't quite tell if it was an affectation for his cape persona or not, as some people tended to do. Either way, it had that distinct confident 'bad boy' tone that ran straight from her ears to her pussy.
"I do, but that doesn't mean it doesn't leave me a mess every time," Amy complained, pulling back her hood and stumbling over to hug her aunt. "Hey."
Sarah hugged the curvy young girl back and was quickly joined by her daughter. "Don't be stingy with the hugs, Ames," Crystal complained as she laughed.
After a moment, the trio separated, to find Widow had removed her mask, revealing a cute face and piercing blue eyes framed by platinum blonde hair, with canine ears twitching on top of her head. Beside her, the taller man pulled his own hood back, revealing a fairly average looking man—short brown hair, light brown eyes that looked almost gold, sharp features, and a clean-shaven face. Handsome, but not anything to write home about by Sarah's estimation.
"So, you've met Gwen," Amy said, moving over to hug the blonde to her side.
"Called it," Crystal smirked, holding out a hand towards her mom. "Pay me."
"Now hold on. Don't jump the gun," Sarah shook her head.
Looking between the pair, Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Did you bet that we're dating?"
"Yup," Crystal confirmed, popping the 'p.'
Gwen nodded, before reaching around behind Amy and squeezing her ass. The slightly taller brunette blushed, shooting an annoyed look at the smaller blonde before returning the favor and grabbing one of Gwen's ass cheeks. The man sighed, shaking his head. "If you two are done playing grabass?"
""No,"" Amy and Gwen both answered.
The man rolled his eyes before strolling over to Sarah and holding out a hand. "Miles Watson."
"Sarah Pelham, Lady Photon," the curvy blonde woman shook the offered hand with an easy smile.
Crystal floated up right beside her, much more obvious in her eyeing the man up than Sarah had been. "Crystal Pelham. Laserdream. No cape name, handsome?"
From behind Miles, the trio heard Amy cough into her hand, although the cough sounded distinctly like the word, "Thirsty."
Miles shook his head. "No. I try not to go out too much, myself. At least, not dressed like this."
"Fair enough," Sarah nodded. "So, down to business? What's your relationship with my niece?"
"Complicated," the man chuckled quietly. "Maybe we should start from the beginning." He turned and sent Gwen a look. "That is, if you're sure?"
The blonde sighed, then nodded. "Amy says we can trust them, then we can trust them. Go ahead."
Miles simply nodded, and a moment later Gwen's face rippled, before her features shifted. Her hair changed from platinum blonde to a darker blonde and her eyes changed from blue to a vivid green. Sarah hummed quietly, studying the younger girl's face. "You look familiar…"
"Maybe this'll help?" Missy sighed, before her Widow outfit changed to that of Vista, minus the mask. Before Sarah or Crystal could point out the obvious or ask questions, Missy created a twist in space and crossed the rooftop in a single step, with another step bringing her to Miles' side.
"Vista?" Crystal asked.
Sarah's gaze locked on Amy, who nodded. "It's really her, Aunt Sarah." Turning to the man who had yet to explain his presence, she asked, "Can we have something to sit down on? This will probably be a while."
"What am I, your purse?" the man grumbled, before producing a folded blanket from thin air. Unfolding it, he spread it over the ground and dropped down to sit cross-legged. Missy immediately dropped into his lap, her Vista outfit shifting back to the Widow costume. Amy sat beside them, to their right. Crystal shrugged and dropped down across from them. Sarah hesitated briefly before joining them.
"Care to explain?" she asked, frowning slightly at the inappropriate display given Vista's supposed age.
"We will, but there are some stipulations. Namely, I don't want to hear the word 'Master' or any implications thereof thrown around. We've been through this, what, half a dozen times now?" Missy asked.
"About that," Miles confirmed.
"Short version, I cleared them of Master influence when Missy told me the story. And almost every time after that, they've gone out of their way to prove there was no Master influence," Amy explained.
Grinning, Missy added, "Until we got sick of it. As far as we're concerned, you can take the explanation or leave it, but we're not jumping through any more hoops like trained monkeys just to prove we're safe."
"So obviously there's some element that either looks like Master influence or opens up the possibility for it," Sarah concluded, to nods from all three. "Okay. I'll hear you out."
And so, Missy and Miles found themselves telling the story of how they met again.
"You're a what."
Miles sent a grin Crystal's way. "Tentacle monster," he repeated himself, before waving a hand and letting it unravel into tentacles and tendrils. The limb reshaped itself into a hand a moment later.
The blonde girl blinked, before her mouth ran off ahead of her brain. "That must be a hit in the sack."
"You have no idea," Missy leered, Amy nodding from beside them.
"Getting back on track, before we get derailed any further," Miles ushered them back onto topic.
All told it took about an hour to explain the gist of everything, including Amy's involvement. When the trio decided they were finished, Sarah sat and thought on it for a few minutes while Crystal asked further questions.
"So it's like having an entire parahuman's worth of free powers on top of your own?" the older blonde asked, leaning forward where she sat and studying Amy and Missy intently.
"Pretty much," Missy confirmed with a shrug.
Amy shook her head. "Only if you're talking about how it effects your powers and effectiveness as a hero. In day to day life? It's like… a full-body hug at all hours of the day. Having a lover who knows your needs and wants almost before you do. Never being alone again, even in your own head. That one sounds scary, I know, but once you've had it for a few days you can't imagine ever going back to the way things were."
Crystal hummed, blue-green eyes cutting over to Miles. "Basically, it's like having your every emotional and sexual want and need met all the time. Is that what you're saying?"
Miles rolled his eyes. "No, because I still get a say. Otherwise, we'd never leave the bedroom."
"This is true," Amy agreed.
Missy shook her head. "For you, maybe. I can't just spend all day in bed. Not when there are things to do." Turing her focus on Crystal, she explained, "It's like Amy said, if we want it. Aside from the intimacy angle, it's like having the best partner you're ever going to find always watching your back."
"Yeah, yeah," Crystal waved her off. "How's the sex?"
Missy sighed while Amy did a little bouncy tappy-clap. "Mind-blowing," the bio-kinetic cheered. "Life-altering. It's like a religious experience."
Crystal frowned. "Weren't you a virgin? How can you judge that accurately?"
Amy froze, before turning a conflicted look on Missy. "She has a point. You were too, right?"
"Yes," Missy looked annoyed to admit as much.
Turning a look on Miles, Amy asked, "Was anyone not…?"
"Allison wasn't. Mostly, I've gotten 'lucky' with that. Missy wasn't an idiot and knew she was too young. You had issues. Madison didn't want word getting out to her 'friends.' Ciara… is Ciara," both Missy and Amy nodded at the last one.
Raising an eyebrow, Crystal looked between the trio and asked, "Just how many people are you banging?"
"Seven?" Missy asked, earning a hum and a nod from Amy.
"About that."
"And you're okay with this?" Crystal asked, sending her cousin a searching look.
Amy sent Crystal a flat look. "Am I okay with having mind-blowing sex with people I like? Am I okay with getting to play with my powers in a safe, and sexy, environment where someone else can fix things if I break something? Am I okay with people who accept me and my… meness? Yeah, Crystal. I'm okay with this."
"Jeez, sorry," Crystal held up both hands in surrender. Then, she blinked. "Wait. What do you mean about your powers? Just how are you using them?"
Leering at her cousin, Amy opened her mouth, only to pause and cut her eyes to Missy. "That's a surprise."
Missy's eyebrow twitched. "Really? Still?"
Amy chuckled. "I did something fun to Vicky."
"To your sister."
Amy blinked, before turning her attention back to Crystal. "You don't know?" She turned her attention to Sarah. "You didn't tell them?"
Sarah sighed, pulled from her thoughts by inconvenient reality. "No. We thought it'd be better if Crystal and Eric just thought of you as their cousin." Sending Amy a smile, she added, "As far as I'm concerned, that's what you've been from the moment Carol adopted you."
Amy looked away, her eyes growing a little wet. Miles reached out and pulled her into a hug against his side. As he did, Crystal turned to her mom. "Amy's adopted?"
"Yeah," Sarah nodded. Looking at Amy, she asked, "I don't suppose she told you any more than that?"
Amy shook her head. "She didn't tell me anything. I figured out I was adopted on my own. Miles told me who my father was."
Sarah sent a sharp look the man's way. "Part of that look at the world you got?"
"Pretty much," he agreed.
With a frown, Crystal asked, "Wait, who's her dad and why's he a big deal?"
"Marquis," Missy answered simply.
Crystal's mouth formed an 'o' and she winced. "That… yeah. I can see why you never said anything." Turning a smile on her cousin, she added, "But it doesn't really change anything. Amy's still just Amy. It doesn't matter who her dad is."
Amy lunged forward, out of Miles' grasp, and threw her arms around Crystal's neck to pull her into a teary, crying hug. Sending Sarah a look, he quietly said, "It's been weighing on her since she found out."
"I imagine," Sarah nodded, reaching over and stroking her niece's back.
"That, and the other thing," Missy muttered, drawing the woman's attention. Sending Amy a look and seeing that she and Crystal would be distracted for a while, Missy explained, "You know Amy's a bio-kinetic. And you know Carol's kind of… standoffish with her." Sarah frowned but nodded in agreement. "And her adoptive father, Mark, had been having issues."
"Yeah, but he got better—That was Amy?" Sarah asked, and Miles shook his head.
"Me, at Amy's request—but she helped. She doesn't like doing brains. I've got no problem with it because I can sort of take a snapshot of the body state before and after and if I fuck something up, just restore it from memory. Our powers work really well together, though. While we were fixing Mark, I noticed some things and had her touch Carol to get another sample. Amy wanted to ask for your help on this, because she doesn't know what to do. Short version, Vicky isn't Mark's daughter, biologically speaking. She wants to know how, or even if she should break the news to him. Pretty sure I know who the father is."
Sarah froze, her eyes going wide. "Vicky isn't Mark's…? But, how—" She shook her head. "Who would she have even slept with? Carol hates people!"
"Just tell her," Missy said, reaching back to elbow Miles.
The man sighed, but nodded. "I collected DNA when I shook your hand and Crystal's. Didn't mean to, it just sort of happens any time I touch someone. Crystal is Vicky's half-sister. Ruling out for your half and Carol's half, the other half Vicky has comes from the same source as Crystal's."
Sarah went rigid, before she shot to her feet and stormed across the roof with a quiet, "No."
Depositing Missy on the blanket, Miles got up and followed. "I know you don't want to believe it. You don't have to take my word for it. Buy one of those home paternity test kits. I think it takes about a week for them to come back—"
Sarah shook her head. "We know a guy at the university who can run the test. If Amy can… get samples," she murmured the last, then sighed. "God. I don't, I don't even know what to think. That my husband and my sister—"
"I'm of the opinion that it's better to know than not, even if the truth hurts." Reaching out, Miles laid his hand on Sarah's arm, turning her around gently. "I think you should go through with the test, then sit down and have a talk with Mark. That takes the burden off of Amy and provides proof that doesn't come either from her or someone your family doesn't really know."
"Seventeen years," Sarah hissed, closing her eyes as her hands clenched into fists at her side. "If it's true, they lied to us all for seventeen fucking years. How, how do you even fix that?"
Miles shook his head. "You don't. If they cheat, they're done. A cheater doesn't respect you and never will. Especially if you try to work things out. That only tells them that they can continue getting away with it—having their cake and eating it too."
"This from a guy screwing my niece, an underage girl, and however many else," Sarah snarked, turning a glare up on the taller man. "You are the king of having your cake and eating it too."
Surprising her, he nodded. "That's a fair point. But I did have a life before all of this insanity. I was going to be married once. Back when I was still young and naive, not even out of college. I thought she was the one, you know? Met her in one of my classes and we hit it off. She wasn't like other girls I'd known—none of the petty bullshit, no drama. She moved back home during her last two years. I held out hope that a long-distance relationship could work. Communications between us kind of dropped off, except around the holidays, when I went to visit or paid plane fare for her to fly back out. I always had the feeling that something was wrong, but I ignored my gut. Told myself that I was a misogynist prick for not trusting her, and actually believed it."
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "You were a regular 'nice guy,' weren't you?" They both knew exactly what she meant by that.
Miles rolled his eyes. "Don't laugh. We were all young once. Anyway, I saved up and bought her a nice ring, was going to do the whole romantic proposal thing. That Christmas eve, I flew out to propose in person, as a surprise. Showed up at her house just before supper. Turns out, she brought the other guy to the family dinner. I had the shit timing to show up in a cab to see her blowing him in the front seat of his car—some little shitbox that looked like it was held together with duct tape. And the guy himself was no catch. For the longest time, I couldn't understand why she'd pick some loser, before I figured out that that was the point. Anyway, she had the nerve to be pissed at me for interrupting her. She said… a lot of horrible things that night. I took it hard, but I learned from it."
Sighing, Miles leaned against the building's railing, looking out over the city. "About five, maybe six years later, she made contact out of the blue. Said she wanted to try again. She was sorry and her life had gone down the shitter. The asshole she left me for was an abusive piece of shit and only wanted her because she was an easy lay. She moved on to one of her college professors. She dumped him when she caught him cheating on her with another student. Went through a whole string of guys and popped out two kids and didn't know who the fathers were. Her mom stopped supporting her. Her sisters wouldn't help her. Her dad disowned her and her step-dad wanted nothing to do with her. She gave me this whole big sob story about how she was sorry and she was ready to settle down and have a family together now."
Turning away from the view, Miles turned a flat look on Sarah. "You want to know what I told her?" The blonde woman nodded. "Nothing. I hung up, blocked her number, stopped answering calls from out of state. She reached out to my family, so I had them block her too. And then I went right back to living my own life. Because I'd pulled my head out of my fucking ass by then. Getting out into the real world after college forced me to take a long, hard look at myself and the world around me, and all the bullshit I'd been fed in 'higher education' about how the world should work. I knew what would happen if I took her back by then—had seen it happen to other guys I knew. So I moved on. I got some actual life experience under my belt. Worked on my career. And then this shit happened."
"And now," Sarah gestured wordlessly towards Missy and Amy.
Following with his eyes to where Amy and Missy were talking with Crystal, he asked, "You know why that works? Two reasons. First, because everyone was open about it to begin with. But even with complete honesty and openness, poly relationships or 'harems' fail more than monogamous relationships when reality intrudes, as opposed to what you see in stories or internet forums that want to convince you otherwise. No, the biggest reason it works is because we're all connected at the brain. Even now, we can feel each other, hear each other's thoughts. Watch."
Missy waved her hand without even looking, drawing a confused look from Crystal, to which Amy jerked a thumb back in the direction of Miles and Sarah. "No room for cheating when you're inside someone else's head full time. Trust isn't an issue. You never have to take anything on faith." He sent the woman a knowing look. "I know what that betrayal feels like. Not seventeen years and kids worth of betrayal, but I do understand. Trust me when I say there's no fixing it and your best bet is to cut your losses and run, don't walk, away."
Stormy blue eyes looked away as Sarah sighed. "What am I supposed to do? I turned thirty-seven this year. I've got two kids, one of whom is still in highschool. Crystal will be fine, but if it turns out you're right, how do I break it to my son? He's only fourteen."
Miles shrugged. "Maybe start by treating him like someone who can handle the news without breaking? Lay out all the facts and go from there. But it starts with verifying what I've told you. The sooner you get on that, the better off you'll be. And I'll admit, I want you to hurry up here because Amy's trying to push through legally emancipating herself. A distraction on Carol's eastern front while Amy's attacking from the west would go a long way towards helping make sure it succeeds."
Sending her niece a conflicted look, Sarah sighed. "I wish I could have taken her in myself. Okay. I'll look into it."
Fishing out his phone, Miles brought up his contacts list. "Here, this is my number. Give me a call once you know something. Or if you just want to talk."
Sarah pulled out her own phone and took the number down while giving him her own. "If I call this number, am I going to get you or Gwen?"
"Could be either," Miles shrugged. "Generally, I don't give that one out… but I also don't generally have my own body out and about."
Chuckling quietly, the blonde put away her phone. "That is so strange."
"You get used to it. Or you go crazy."
"I imagine," Sarah shook her head. "It's getting late and I need to process… everything. I'll buy a kit and get samples from my family. Do you think you could get Amy to do the same?"
"Sure," Miles agreed.
The pair made their way back to the trio of younger heroes. "What were you girls talking about?" Sarah asked, catching the blush on her daughter's face and the amusement shared between Missy and Amy.
"Nothing!" Crystal yelped.
"Sex," Missy shrugged, earning a glare from Crystal. "What? It's not like she doesn't have a working brain between her ears. She'd figure it out eventually."
Sarah hummed, a mischievous look crossing her face as she asked, "Anything juicy?"
"I was explaining what it's like to get fucked so hard you get hearts for eyes and pass out," Amy giggled.
"And what a triple-digit orgasm count is like," Missy grinned.
Leering at Crystal, Amy added, "Also, what it's like to be so sensitive that even a little tongue action will set you off."
Crystal covered her face and groaned. "This isn't fair. How did you hit the jackpot? Every date I've been on since getting into college either gets whiskey dick, has a huge dick but no idea what to do with it or a normal sized one and can't last more than twenty minutes, no one can figure out what the clit is for, finding someone willing to go down on me is like trying to find a unicorn, they want anal right off the bat, and the one guy who was decent all around just wanted a cape booty call on tap."
"In order?" Miles asked, and Crystal raised an eyebrow. He began ticking off points on his fingers. "Stop dating fratboys. Lay off the sex toys. Stop dating fratboys. Stop dating fratboys. Stop dating fratboys. And learn how to tell a player from a decent guy."
Crystal frowned. "How did you know they were fratboys?"
Miles snorted. "You look like you have a type."
"I do not!" Crystal growled, floating up close and getting up in the man's face.
"You definitely do. Your preferred type is the quarterback, the 'cool' dope-smoking loser with the guitar, and the bad boy with the motorcycle. Most of those are going to be in a frat. You might give the time of day to the guy in your chemistry class who helps you with your assignments, if he looks halfway decent—but it won't last."
Crystal glared. "…Just because you're right about who I've been dating doesn't mean I have a type. How did you even know that?"
Miles sent a smile Sarah's way. "Because it's what they were talking about. Amy fished out all her previous dates from her."
"You heard that?!" Crystal yelped.
"Something like that," Amy chuckled, reaching between them and setting a hand on Crystal's chest to ease her back.
Sarah rubbed at her forehead. "Crystal, I thought I taught you better than that."
"Mom! I'm in college! Maybe you've forgotten because you're old, but you're supposed to have fun in college!"
Sarah shot her daughter a glare. "Yes. 'Have fun.' Not 'act like a slut.' And your taste is awful."
"That's slut shaming," Crystal argued. "The world has evolved since you were my age."
"Oh my god, we are not having this argument here," Sarah hissed. Turning to the others, she forced herself to calm down. "We're going to head home. Missy, I'm glad you're safe. Everyone was worried when Vista disappeared, but…" she glanced at Miles and shook her head, a faint smile crossing her lips. "I think you're in good hands." Turning her focus on Amy, she grabbed the shorter, curvier brunette up into a hug. "Thank you for this."
"You're welcome," Amy mumbled, from where her face was buried in Sarah's breasts.
Sarah released her niece and sent Miles a smile. "It was nice meeting you. Don't forget—"
"I won't," he agreed, before grabbing Amy up, to the girl's delight as she squealed. "Catch you later."
Amy's squeal transitioned to a scream as Miles jumped off the building. Missy's face rippled and changed, and she became Gwen again as she ran after them. She paused at the ledge of the roof, turned long enough to make eye contact with Crystal and Sarah and sign 'call me,' before jumping off as well.
Sarah sighed, taking to the air. "Crystal, we need to talk."
"I don't need you in my business, mom—"
"Shut up and listen to me for five minutes." The force of authority in Sarah's tone shut the nineteen year old up instantly. "Amy didn't invite us here just to introduce her friends."
"Okay…" Crystal drew the word out as she flew along behind her mother.
Sarah shot her an annoyed look. "Amy thinks Vicky isn't Mark's daughter."
Crystal nearly fell. As it was, she wobbled and lost altitude for a moment before shooting back to her mother's side. "Oh shit! That's awful. So, who's the daddy, then?"
"We don't know. Keep quiet about it until we get this figured out. I'll find a way to tell Mark soon, but I want to get some proof first. I need you to go buy a couple of those cheap home paternity test kits. We'll say it's one of those ancestry things going around on the internet and get everyone to give a sample. Then I'll take it to a friend over at the university," Sarah explained her plan, and in the process lied to her daughter about the exact reason why she wanted everyone tested. Unlike her sister, she knew who her children's father was, so they didn't need to be tested—but it would be easier to bury their tests with the others.
"Yeah, okay, sure. I'll meet you at home," Crystal agreed, diving down towards the city and leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts.
Huffing out a breath, the blonde flew onward. "Neil, why?"
Thick, black clouds blanketed the sky over the city of New York, thunder rumbling ominously, and strangely, within them—as though somehow muffled. In the city below, cell phones—despite having full signal—couldn't make calls outside the city. Radio signals into and out of the city were cut off. Satellite broadcasts and internet were likewise cut off. All forms of communication stopped working simultaneously, as though the world outside had disappeared, leaving New York isolated—an island unto itself. Flights were redirected to surrounding airports as planes lost communication with the tower. Legend flew up into the cloud layer, only to get disoriented and fly back down, having lost visibility completely.
Shortly after the clouds rolled in, the rain came with it. A thick, heavy rain, that made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of one's face poured down in sheets. Traffic slowed to a near standstill. And if occasionally, here and there, one of those rain drops was black and immediately absorbed into the skin of whoever it touched, well… those were quickly forgotten.
Standing on top of the tallest building in the city, a figure wearing an old Japanese schoolgirl uniform waited and watched—unperturbed as her hair and clothes were matted down by the freezing rain. That is, until a cell phone rang, drawing her attention—the only phone in the city capable of getting a signal from outside. A sphere of clear area expanded around her where rain simply ceased to fall and the water already soaking her evaporated. A phone appeared in her hand and Noh Face checked the display before disappearing, leaving raven in her place. Outside the city and the effect of the cloud of power from Grue's shard and the rain provided by the shards connected to Leviathan, Noh Face brought the phone to her head.
"This is Miles."
"Hey. It's Sarah." The woman sounded stressed, tired, and upset. "Are you busy?"
Considering the New York skyline ahead of them, Miles hummed. "A bit. This won't take long. I can get un-busy soon."
"I, you don't have to—"
"Nah, it's fine. You want to meet up somewhere?" he asked.
"If… you don't mind? There's this place off the boardwalk," Sarah began, before giving directions.
"Okay. I'll meet you there in… call it an hour?"
"That's fine. Thanks, Miles."
The woman hung up and Noh Face slipped the phone back into her pocket, where it disappeared.
'You're gonna get laid. Calling it now. Drunken revenge cheating sex is in your future.'
Noh Face reappeared on the building she'd left. "Could be. Want to tag along?"
Missy sighed in the privacy of their mind. 'You know I don't like wearing your face. Sorry.'
Miles sent the mental equivalent of an eye-roll. "I know. Thought I'd offer. I'll let you know how it goes."
'You could send a body now.'
Noh Face shook her head. "Nope. That would look too eager. If I'm available, but not immediately because I'm doing something important, that means my time is valuable but I'm willing to make time for her. I won't drop everything to come running when she calls, but I will come eventually. Reliable, but not at her beck and call."
'God, I hate those psychological games. They're so… stupid. On everyone's part,' Missy complained. 'How do normal people live like that?'
"Believe me, I know. And yet, that's how the world works for the most part. We're lucky we're exempt from that shit. Now, let's go kill us some bad guys."
A sea of shadows spread across the city of New York—covering the buildings, the streets, extending down into the subway system, in every home, in every building, in every apartment. The city, once lit by so many lights even in the torrential rain, was plunged into darkness for just a moment. That is, until it was lit again in a hellish red glow as eyes began opening in the dark—red and slitted, they ranged from the size of an insect's eyes, all the way to massive eyes that took up entire sides of buildings. Mouths spread through the dark then, opening in wicked smiles, Cheshire grins, and the occasional overly sexual leer. And where the villains of New York made their homes—the Teeth, the Elite, the Adepts, Ravager, March, and more—hands sprouted from the ground, walls, and ceilings to grasp and pull people into gnashing maws or break limbs with crushing force.
Across the city, in every building, every room, every vehicle, broadcast over every telephone, radio, computer, and set of speakers whispers spoke—somehow eerily audible over the sounds of the downpour, honking of horns, and sudden multitude of screams rising up and echoing through the city's valleys.
"I"/"We"
"have"
"seen~"
"the heart"
"heart""heart""heart"
"of"
"this"
"city."
Some of those who had panicked froze, looking around them as the whispering seemingly came from all around. Others, who had reigned in their panic before, lost control of it now and began trying to flee.
"This"
"so called"
"Big"
"Apple"
"is"
"rotten~"
"to"
"the core."
Endbringer alarms sounded, wailing across the city as the local PRT desperately tried and failed to contact the outside world. Heroes—Protectorate, Wards, and independents—deployed to try to do whatever they could, either to stop what they suspected was about to happen or to calm the panicking civilians and prevent anyone from getting hurt in the resultant chaos.
"So"
"I"/"We"
"will"
"cut~"
"it~"
"out~"
The Teeth went down in a rain of blood and giblets as their members were mauled down to chum, to the last man. And as the fourteenth Butcher died, Miles laughed in the privacy of their shared mind. "And there goes the Butcher. Turns out, the solution to killing it for good was to kill the shard it was operating from. Or eat it."
'So we're not going to get voices in our head screaming at us?'
"No more than usual," Miles reassured Missy as the carnage continued to unfold.
Copies of Noh Face rose from the sea of shadows to stalk the streets and take out specific targets.
Ravager died to a stab to the back, severing her spine and heart in the same blow, before her body fell apart—rotting from the inside out as her own power seemingly turned against her.
March parried the initial slice that would have taken her head off at the neck, only for the knife Noh Face used to cut straight through March's rapier, leaving her just enough time to realize her powers weren't working, before it reversed course and slammed into her diaphragm and up to slice open the bottoms of her lungs and heart.
A few of the Adepts and Elite were spared—those few whose crimes didn't warrant execution quite yet. The rest died in much the same way the Teeth had.
And flying through downtown New York, a tentacle whipped out too fast for Legend to do anything about and he was ripped from the air before being slammed into the roof of a building. A constipated look crossed his face as he tried and failed to access his powers.
"I"/"We"
"love~"
"it"
"when they"
"make"
"that"
"face."
Legend thrashed momentarily in the tentacle's grip as a form resolved itself through the pounding rain. A moment later, a dome of no rain expanded around them and the water on both Legend and Noh Face evaporated away. The man's mouth fell open. "How—"
"You"
"didn't think"
"I"/"We"
"just"
"killed them"
"did"
"you~?"
"I"/"We"
"ate them"
"all~"
"up."
"Oh dear God, another Fairy Queen."
Noh Face paused, her head tilting to the left as she observed the trapped hero.
"They"
"didn't"
"tell~"
"you?"
"She"
"belongs"
"to us"
"now."
Legend's heart froze in his chest and he shook his head. "No. No, no, no. She was in the Birdcage—!" Noh Face nodded. "What did you do?!"
"Went"
"on an"
"enthusiastic~"
"moonlit"
"walk."
"That's what you call breaking into the Birdcage?" the man glared.
"Very~"
"enthusiastic."
Craning his neck to look off the side of the building, Legend demanded, "And what do you call this?"
"Taking"
"out"
"the"
"trash~"
Moving closer, the eldritch horror crouched down in front of the man, crossing her arms over her knees. A smell rolled off of her that set Legend's hackles raising, and at the same time made his balls shrivel as some instinctual part of his lizard brain reacted—the scent of fresh death.
"Including"
"you~"
"I'M A HERO GOD DAMNIT!"
Holding up a hand, Noh Face wagged a finger back and forth.
"We"
"are all"
"the"
"hero~"
"of"
"our own"
"stories."
"Stories.""Stories.""Stories."
She paused, tilting her head slightly.
"Except me."
"At"
"least"
"I"/"We"
"are"
"honest enough"
"to admit"
"we're~"
"the"
"monster."
"Unlike you."
"You.""You.""You."
"Who"
"works"
"for"
"Cauldron~"
Legend's blood froze in his veins. "How do you know that name?"
"Wouldn't"
"you~"
"like to"
"know."
Quick as a flash, Noh Face reached under the back of her skirt and withdrew a knife, the point stopping just under Legend's eye giving him a good look at the Bowie style knife.
"Give"
"them"
"a"
"message"
"message""message""message"
"and you"
"get"
"to"
"live~"
Swallowing thickly, the man's eyes flitted up from the knife to the smiling bone mask above him. "What message?"
"I"/"We"
"are"
"coming~"
"for"
"you."
"There is"
"no"
"path~"
"path""path""path"
"that"
"ends in"
"your"
"survival~"
She pulled the knife away enough to tap his lower eyelid.
"Whether"
"I"/"We"
"remove"
"the"
"golden~"
"idiot""idiot""idiot"
"first"
"is entirely"
"up"
"to"
"you~"
"and"
"whether you"
"welcome us"
"us""us""us"
"or"
"resist."
"But"
"we"
"are~"
"coming."
Noh Face lifted the knife away entirely.
"Understand?"
Legend nodded, having lost at least some of his fear at the indirect mention of Scion. "I understand." Noh Face stood, turning to walk away, and words began tumbling out of his mouth. "We don't have to be enemies. We have the same goal! We both want to protect the world from an existential threat to all mankind."
The girl paused, her head turning enough to regard him over her shoulder.
"Neither you"
"nor they"
"comprehend"
"comprehend""comprehend""comprehend"
"the"
"true~"
"threat."
"But"
"Cauldron"
"has crossed"
"the"
"line~"
"and so"
"must"
"be"
"removed~"
Turning around to face him, she gestured and the tentacle evaporated away into a cloud of darkness, before being carried away on the wind. Legend didn't try for his powers as he pulled himself to his feet. "Why don't you explain it for me, then? What is the true threat? And what did they do that has them on your list? I've gone over your file, courtesy of Dragon. You target villains almost exclusively—except for the first time. Tell me why you killed my friend. If you can answer that, I'll believe the rest."
Noh Face hummed quietly, the sound actually coming from her own throat. Around them, the world outside the sphere abruptly grew dark and silent, the only light within being the baleful red of Noh Face's sea of eyes. She gestured and the shadows coating the ground rose up, taking on the familiar cloaked form of Eidolon in all black. To the left of Eidolon, three large, ominously familiar forms rose up to dwarf the man—Behemoth, Leviathan, and the Simurgh. Strings of darkness attached the three mock Endbringers to Eidolon's head.
"What? No, that's—"
A large crystal of shadow rose up to the right of Eidolon, constantly shifting in shape, dwarfing him and the Endbringers both—another string trailing off to Eidolon's head. And to the right of the crystal, an unfamiliar figure arose—a long haired, beautiful, naked woman with too-perfect features. However, this figure lay on the ground, dead. Another string trailed off from the dead woman to the shard.
Legend approached, looking down on the scene. "What am I looking at here?"
Drawing a knife, Noh Face flicked it into Eidolon's head. The projection of Eidolon fell over, a steak knife wobbling where it had struck him. To his left, the Endbringers also fell over and the strings between them and Eidolon, and Eidolon and his shard melted away.
A new figure rose from the black, a replica of Noh Face herself. The replica reached out and laid a hand on the shard, which was absorbed within her—the string to the shard and the dead woman disappearing.
"So, you killed Eidolon, which… what? Killed the Endbringers? Shut them off? Are you saying they were projections or something?"
"Or"
"something~"
"But no, David was a hero. A real, true-blue, hero. He wouldn't have orchestrated the Endbringers just to… what? Senselessly kill people? Make himself look good?"
Noh Face shook her head.
"He"
"didn't"
"know~."
"It was"
"because"
"of"
"how"
"he got"
"his"
"power."
"power.""power.""power."
"From"
"Cauldron~."
"Cauldron.""Cauldron.""Cauldron."
"If we"
"knew then"
"what"
"we"
"know now"
"we"
"could"
"have"
"saved~"
"him."
Crossing his arms over his chest, Legend paced back and forth within the confines of the bubble as the models Noh Face made sank back into her shadow. "And Cauldron? What's your beef with them?"
"Ask"
"the"
"Case fifty-threes."
"Oh."
"Wait~."
"You can't."
"Can't.""Can't.""Can't."
"Because"
"Cauldron"
"erased~"
"their"
"memories"
"after"
"abducting them"
"and"
"experimenting"
"on them."
Legend frowned, considering what she had said, before slowly nodding. "I'll look into it. What about this 'true threat?'"
Another set of figures rose up out of the shadows at their feet. One was the dead woman from before, only this time she was standing and clearly alive. Beside her was the familiar form of Scion, equally naked. From them spread lines to a multitude of smaller shards, and from those spread more lines to a multitude of people—one of whom Legend recognized as himself. All of them appeared to be arrayed against each other, divided into two groups. Legend recognized both heroes and villains on each side. The Endbringers rose up behind the gathered capes—three familiar forms and seventeen more blurry, undefined forms—clearly set to attack them all.
"Normal"
"conditions~"
Noh Face gestured to the model and Legend nodded. Reaching out with her foot, she shoved the woman's model over, where she 'died.' The Scion model fell to his knees and wept.
"What we"
"have"
"now."
"Okay. So there are two of them. I don't see how that—"
Noh Face reached out and pushed over Scion. As he fell, Scion let out a scream that echoed strangely in the bubble.
"What"
"happens~"
"if Cauldron"
"succeeds."
From around the fallen Scion and unnamed Eden, a multitude of other pairs of men and women rose up and rushed towards the leftover shards. The shards disappeared in groups, until none were left—leaving behind only fallen parahumans.
"Fuck me."
"You"
"can't"
"tell~"
"them"
"this."
"He can"
"pull it"
"from"
"their"
"minds."
Legend sent the girl an incredulous look. "What about my mind?"
She shrugged.
"Slightly"
"less"
"leaky."
The man sighed, running a hand over his face. "Har har." Groaning quietly, he asked, "Could you at least stop killing parahumans? You know we need them if we're going to fight him."
"No~."
With that, the shadows around them dispersed, as did the bubble shielding them from the rain. Noh Face made her exit a moment later, simply disappearing into her own shadow, which then dispersed. "Son of a bitch."
Sarah looked up as someone sat down in the booth across from her, in the back of the dingy little hole in the wall bar where she had gone to, if she was being honest with herself, get completely shitfaced. A smile pulled at her lips as she found who she had hoped to sitting there. Miles joined her, dressed much as he had been when they had first met—blue jeans, black leather jacket, boots, and a dark gray hoodie under the jacket with the hood down. Sarah herself was out of uniform tonight, wearing a tight little sweater under her jacket, comfortable shoes, and a set of blue jeans that hugged her thighs and ass.
Miles leaned back against the booth seat, one of his legs stretching out under the table and planting itself on the seat near her thigh as he waved over a waitress. "Another of whatever she's having and a crown and coke for me."
As soon as the waitress left, he said, "I take it things didn't go well."
Sarah snorted softly as she finished off her bourbon. "No. They did not." Sighing, she met his gaze from across the table. "You were right. The test proved it. Vicky is Neil's daughter, biologically, not Mark's. I had the papers drawn up the day we spoke. I… I had Neil served at work today."
"You get the locks changed?" he asked.
Sarah started to answer, only for the waitress to come by with their drinks. She left a moment later and Sarah shook her head. "I didn't see a point. I can't stay there, in that house. Even if Neil left, I'd just be surrounded by reminders. I got a hotel. Eric is staying with his father for now."
"Well, it could always be worse," Miles.
"I don't see how," Sarah grumbled, sipping at her drink.
Looking up from his own, the man chuckled. "You could be pregnant."
Sarah hesitated, before shaking her head. "Not really." When Miles raised an eyebrow, she elaborated. "I haven't slept with my husband since New Year's Eve."
Miles choked on his drink, coughing as it went down the wrong hole. "What."
The sight brought a smile to the woman's lips and she leaned back in her booth seat as well, slipping her foot out of her boot. Her own leg stretched out to rest on the seat beside Miles' thigh, her foot brushing his leg. "The marriage councilor said it was normal." At his confused look, she shook her head. "We were already seeing one well before all of this. I guess we got bored? The love was still there, I thought, but the attraction wasn't. I'll be honest, he just didn't turn me on any more. Any time he was on top, he crushed me. Doing all the work myself was a chore and you can only do it from behind so much before that gets dull. And I know this is going to sound petty, but his dick was too big. Seriously, not fun getting stabbed in the cervix every time he bottomed out and I guess I'm just naturally tight or something, because unless I was really into it he was always a little uncomfortable."
Miles held up a hand. "Firstly, how many have you had?"
Sarah considered the drink in her hand. After a moment, she frowned. "Not enough."
Miles reached out and took the glass from her, putting it on his side of the table and earning a pout. "Secondly, not in my 'need to know' category."
The blonde shrugged. "I wanted someone to talk to who wouldn't judge."
"No, you wanted someone to vent to," Miles accused, and Sarah considered for a moment before nodding. "And that's fair enough, I'll listen. But I'm a man. I don't listen to a problem and let it lie. If you complain about something to me, I'm either going to fix it or offer solutions. You've been forewarned."
"Can I have my drink back?"
The man eyed her for a moment before sliding it back across the table. "Did you drive here?"
Sarah snorted quietly. "Pff no. We own one car and rarely ever use it. Usually when we go grocery shopping or something. I flew."
"Don't drink and fly either," Miles warned. "I'll take you home."
Looking at the man across from her from over the rim of her drink, Sarah's lips quirked up into a grin. "Oh will you? Should I be worrying about your intentions? Maybe I should stop drinking."
Miles rolled his eyes. "I don't have to get a woman drunk to have sex. If I want to fuck, I'll come right out and say it."
"What? 'I'm horny, wanna fuck?'" Sarah chuckled. "Must be nice."
"It works well enough," he shrugged. "So, did you tell Mark?"
Sipping at her drink, the blonde nodded. "Met him before I called you. Showed him the test results. Told him Amy could confirm it. He… took it better than I expected, really. Oh, he was still pissed, because he wasn't having problems back when she did it. I kind of want to be there when he confronts my sister. On the other hand, not really. I'm afraid that if I have to look at her, I'll punch her teeth down her throat." She took another swallow to wet her throat. "I told Crystal and Eric. She's pissed at her dad. He's upset. I think he doesn't want to side with anyone. He holed himself up in his room and didn't want to come out."
"Give him time. If you push now, you're just going to push him away. You'll be the bad guy trying to break up the family. Though… that could happen, regardless," Miles shrugged. "If he says something stupid—and he's a teenager, assume everything he's going to say will be stupid," Sarah snorted into her drink, shooting the man a dirty look and kicking his thigh lightly in return, "just let it go. He'll figure it out when he gets older."
Sarah sighed, running her free hand through her hair. "I hate this. I don't know how to feel and I hate it. I want to scream and cry about how unfair and stupid it is. About how Neil's put me in this situation with our son, where I'm risking my relationship with Eric because he might not understand that not knowing for seventeen years isn't the same thing as letting it go and only making a big deal out of it now. At the same time, I want to punch Neil in the teeth, but that wouldn't even come close to making things even between us. I'm frustrated and I want to do something but this isn't a problem I can just blast, you know?"
"Definitely know that feeling," Miles murmured.
Looking up from her drink, Sarah observed the man in front of her for several moments. Long enough that he took notice and raised an eyebrow. "Fuck it." Tossing back the last of her drink, she set the glass on the table before shifting her leg with the foot out of its boot over, moving it between Miles' legs and rubbing at his crotch. "I'm horny, wanna fuck?"
Miles laughed quietly, his cock responding in his pants and growing under Sarah's rubbing. "Going to blame the alcohol tomorrow?"
"No. I'm a big girl, I can handle the consequences of my actions."
Reaching down, Miles tapped her leg and Sarah moved it to let him leave the booth. Once out of it, he extended a hand for her. "Your place or mine?"
Sarah accepted the hand up and pulled out her wallet, dropping a few bills on the table to cover the drinks. "…I don't want to impose, and I've already gotten a room."
"You can get your money back on the room. It's not an imposition and Missy won't mind." As they left the bar, he grinned before adding, "Fair warning though, she might ask to join in."
The blonde laughed at that. "The last time I did something like that was, God almost twenty years ago when I was still in college. Ugh. I feel old."
"You don't look it."
"Liar," Sarah chastised, but inside, she wanted to hear more. Compliments were nice. She knew she had a good figure for her age. She was not unaware of her nickname being Photon MILF in some circles.
"Well, if you're worried about it, I could fix that for you."
Sarah froze so abruptly that she nearly sent them off balance. Her eyes went wide as she stared up at the man still pulled into her side. "Oh my God," she whispered. "You could!"
"Well, yeah," Miles nodded. "It's not a big deal. Amy's been selling that service for a while now, to the rich and famous. Age regression isn't hard. But to be honest? You don't really need anything externally, beyond maybe a few lines."
Sarah tucked herself into the man's side with a grin. "Nope. I want the whole thing. Put me back in my twenties." Looking around, she asked, "Not that I mind, but how far is it to your place?"
Miles blinked, before laughing. "Seems you're not the only one used to using powers to get around town mostly. Let's just…" he moved over to the side of the street, made sure no one was coming, and held out his hand. A motorcycle dropped out onto the street and Miles climbed on. Where Missy's bike was a little crotch rocket 'repossessed' from thieves, Miles' was a classic he had bought with cash—an old Triumph Bonneville T 120, in black.
"I'll be honest, I was expecting a Harley," Sarah hummed, running her hand over the leather seat. "But I can't say it's not pretty."
Miles snorted softly. "Harley is a high maintenance piece of shit for weekend warriors and posers."
Sarah waited for Miles to get on before climbing on behind him and wrapping her arms around his midsection. "No helmet?"
The man turned enough to send her a raised eyebrow as he started it. "Do either of us really need one?"
"Fair enough," Sarah allowed, settling in and enjoying the vibration from the motor coming through the seat straight to her pussy. Her eyes closed as she leaned against the man's back, a faint smile pulling at her lips as her hands found his shirt and slipped under it, trailing over his muscular abdomen. "Very nice," she purred quietly.
They left the city center, heading out into the surrounding suburbs. Sarah hummed quietly as she realized they weren't actually all that far from where she lived—had lived. She pushed the thought from her mind as they pulled up to a two story house and the garage door opened as they approached. Parking beside the bike already there, they got off and Sarah let out a startled 'eep!' as Miles sent her a grin and hefted her up into his arms.
"You don't have to manhandle me," Sarah murmured, but the look she was giving him said she clearly enjoyed it. The fact that she cuddled up and made herself more comfortable against his chest just underscored that.
Miles chuckled as he carried her into the house and up the stairs. As they went, Sarah said, "So… Since this whole 'come out and say what you want' thing is working so far…" she lead.
"Yeah?"
"Crystal hasn't shut up about the stuff Amy and Missy told her about. I want some of that."
Raising an eyebrow as they topped the stairs, Miles asked, "Really? You want to just jump right into the kinky stuff?"
Sarah sent him a flat look. "Six years of only getting laid on the holidays, and usually in the same position."
"Okay, yeah, that's pretty bad." He toed open the bedroom door and carried Sarah inside, a tentacle stretching out of his back to close and lock the door behind him. "If you've got a safeword, I suggest you tell me now."
Sending the man holding her a defiant look, Sarah snorted softly. "Safewords are for pussies."
"You are a treat," Miles laughed, before tossing her up. Before Sarah had time to even catch herself with her flight, tentacles erupted off the man and snagged her out of the air, anchoring her to the ceiling and floor. Thick, warm tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs, holding her spread-eagle as smaller tendrils slipped under her clothes and began removing them. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest when the first tendril slipped over her hairy blonde pussy, finding her absolutely drenched as it pulled off her silk panties.
Miles' clothes shifted away, leaving him standing before her naked, and Sarah took a moment to let her eyes roam over his form. Miles was doing likewise as more of her own body was revealed. Sarah's body had the sort of muscle tone that came with an active heroing life, but with the sort of softness that came with being a mother of two—i.e., a bit of padding over her tummy she couldn't really get rid of, heavy breasts that had gotten larger after Crystal and gone up a size again after Eric was born, an ass that was wonderfully soft to cup and squeeze but turned to steel when she clenched.
Miles let his hands and other appendages roam her body as he leaned in and brought his lips to hers. Sarah felt her mouth tingle and the residual taste of the alcohol she'd been drinking dissipated, leaving behind a faintly minty taste. The buzz she had been building up disappeared as well and she hummed quietly at that. Miles pulled back, his forehead resting on hers as his hands found her hips. "If I'm going to fuck you, I want you to remember it in the morning."
"Mm, fine," she sighed quietly as tentacles cupped her ass and circled her breasts, squeezing and deforming them.
"Now, let's see about making a few changes…" the man murmured. There was a sort of all-over tingle, and then Sarah moaned as every touch suddenly felt amazing, like her whole body had become more sensitive. The effect was especially pronounced when a set of tendrils began stroking over her pussy, rolling over the lips and occasionally brushing her clit. Sarah's whole body jerked and her eyes threatened to roll up in her head the first time it happened.
"Oh God, what did you do?"
"Increased nerve density, turned down pain response, made your body a bit more elastic. Short version: cranked your sensitivity up to eleven and nearly everything should feel good now." A tentacle whipped out and slapped her ass with a sharp crack that caused Sarah's hips to jerk forward, drawing a sharp, short "Ah!" from her lips—the sensation a mixture of a little pain and a whole lot of pleasure. He kissed her again, his tongue slipping past her lips, and Sarah moaned as his tongue stroked her own and explored her mouth, which somehow, ridiculously felt as sensitive as her pussy and her tongue like a second clit. Sarah's body twitched as he mercilessly pinned her tongue down and stroked her to orgasm from that alone, drool flooding her mouth—hers and his—and forcing her to swallow. It tasted… sweet and left her wanting more.
Pulling away again, Miles chuckled quietly. "That was just a taste. Tame compared to what we did to Vicky. Let alone Amy. Sure you want to keep going?"
"Fuck yes, give me that kinky shit," Sarah breathed, her blue eyes gone wide and wild, big nipples standing proudly erect atop her breasts as her tits were squeezed by tentacles, and her pussy leaking a trail of drool down her thighs.
"Mm. Alright," Miles agreed. "One sec."
Sarah whined as he walked away, leaving her strung up there in the middle of the bedroom as he walked towards the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a small mirror. A set of tentacles captured it and brought it up to her face. "Wha—?"
"You said you wanted to be deaged. So," her heart-shaped face tingled as her makeup disappeared, leaving her bare-faced. Before she could protest, laugh lines, stress lines, the beginning of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, small blemishes—all of it disappeared as her face smoothed out. Her vision sharpened. The hair on her head, which she had—to her embarrassment—taken to getting 'touched up' to hide her very few gray hairs fell out and disappeared, only to sprout from her head again, thick, soft, and bright with not a strand of gray to be seen.
"What else?" Miles asked as Sarah stared into her reflection with a stunned look, the mirror pulling back to give her a view of the rest of her body.
"My stretch marks?" she asked.
Miles rolled his eyes. "That's it? Here, how about this?"
Sarah's whole body tingled. Her stretch marks disappeared as Sarah had requested, but she felt other changes as well. As with her face, blemishes and wrinkles vanished. Skin that had begun to get a bit loose and took more attention and moisturizer to keep nice tightened up and became supple and smooth. There was a deeper tingle then, that felt like it was coming from her entire body. When it stopped, she felt… better. Strangely energized, little aches she had been ignoring were gone, even her breathing came easier.
The tentacles that had held her breasts released them, allowing her big titties to sag a bit as they had begun to recently—only for them to perk up, the skin tightening and there was an odd tingle in her chest, shoulders, and back beneath the skin—until eventually, it looked like she was wearing an invisible bra, before the tentacles again wrapped themselves around her breasts and squeezed. Her curly, dark blonde pubic hair fell out and disappeared just as the hair on her head had, before growing in again—but in a neat, trimmed looking triangle, the hair short, straight, and kind of… poofy looking.
Miles ran his fingers through her new bush, confirming that it was as soft as it looked, before trailing down to play with her pussy. Sarah felt some tingling within and the man smirked, but otherwise said nothing about it.
"How's that?"
Sarah shook her head, looking over her form in wonderment. She still looked very much like a MILF, just… airbrushed. All the little imperfections gone. "You couldn't get rid of my pudge?"
"I like your pudge," Miles murmured, his lips finding her ear and his teeth nipping at it as his other hand settled on her tummy and gently stroked it. The tentacles and tendrils holding her body began to move, stroking her all over, rubbing her newly sensitive flesh in ways that caused her breath to come in short little pants. "I went ahead and took care of the internal stuff too. So, congrats. You're effectively twenty internally—a ridiculously healthy twenty. Still pretty tame, minus a surprise or two. Want more?"
Sarah nodded rapidly, but before she could speak, a tentacle slipped past her pussy lips and filled her—beginning to stretch her as it swelled. Sarah cringed, anticipating pain, but none came. The tentacle inside her swelled well beyond the size of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's cock and all she felt was deliciously full. Then, it began moving and her eyes rolled up as her pussy clenched on it involuntarily, trying to squeeze out the invader. As it went deeper, Sarah again tensed, expecting pain… but the tentacle settled firmly against her cervix with nothing but pure pleasure—and a new, completely unexpected sensation as it bumped something deep inside her that caused her to draw a ragged breath.
"Whu," she tried, only for the tentacle to pull back a bit before forcefully shoving forward again and thumping against whatever it was. "Ahn~" she moaned as she came, her pussy flooding and starting to leak—spilling such a copious amount of fluid that it was ludicrous to her mind, as Sarah knew she'd never been that wet. When she recovered enough sense to talk, she asked, "What is that?"
Miles smirked against her neck, his lips sucking on her flesh there as his fingers worked her clit and stoked her belly. "Oh, that? Surprise."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Jackass."
The man chuckled and nipped at her neck. "Secondary clit, just above your cervix. You're gonna get deep-dicked and you're gonna like it."
The blonde wore an incredulous look for a moment before bursting out laughing. "That sounds great," she said around her laughter. "What else have you got?"
"How do you feel about anal?"
Sarah shrugged. "Not great. Too messy, too much work."
Miles nodded, and Sarah felt a tingle start inside her stomach and work its way down through her body, culminating orgasmically at her ass with more new sensations. Panting, she huffed out, "What, was, that?"
"Amy's favorite modification to date," Miles answered. "Basically, the answer to clean anal. Also," his fingers trailed down over her pussy, sliding between her lips and dipping inside her, before continuing further back towards her ass… only to stop between her pussy and ass and rub something that absolutely should not be there, that would've sent Sarah to her knees if she wasn't being held up.
Having an idea now of what he had done, she asked, "Another clit?"
"Yup," the man confirmed. "And just for laughs…" Sarah's nipples tingled fiercely, and then the tentacles on her breasts moved, the ends of them flowering open and latching on like mouths—and like mouths, they filled with 'drool' and began to suck as hundreds of tiny tendrils flicked over her suddenly almost too-sensitive nipples.
"Ah! Ah, t-too mu-much!"
"Not even close," Miles countered, as a tentacle pressed against the bud of her ass. It slipped inside, filling her up just as the tentacle in her pussy had, and began thrusting slowly in time with the other one. "We're just getting started. Remember, you said you wanted the kinky shit."
"I diiiid~," Sarah moaned, drawing the word out as she came.
The tentacle in her pussy withdrew and Sarah whimpered at the loss, especially when Miles stopped stroking her rear clit. His hands settled on her thighs and pulled her legs up. Realizing what he was doing, Sarah wrapped her legs around Miles' waist as he sheathed his cock inside her. Her pussy strained to take his cock, stretched tight around it as it slid inch by agonizingly amazing inch inside her, before the head of it pressed tight against her cervix and internal clit as he bottomed out. He was bigger even than her husband, but there was nothing but pleasure, and deep in her heart Sarah felt just a little resentful towards Neil that it couldn't have felt like this every time they had sex.
Tendrils found both her normal and rear clit and latched on much like the ones on her nipples, bathing them in hot fluid and hundreds of little feelers rolling over them in a way that made Sarah's breath catch in her throat, before she moaned deeply, her body shaking as her muscles seized. Miles took no pity on her, gave her no time to adjust as he began thrusting in and out of her pussy. Except, that wasn't quite right. A thick tentacle wrapped around her waist and a pair wrapped around where her legs joined her hips worked her back and forth on his cock, fucking her on him like a life-sized sex doll, even as the tentacle in her ass matched the pace.
And Sarah loved every second of it. Of being treated like an object. Being used for his pleasure. Being manhandled as she was fucked silly.
"Oh God, oh God," Sarah panted. "Yes, just like that." Another tentacle slapped her ass again and Sarah squealed. Then, she was spanked again, and again—the spanks coming every time Miles bottomed out inside her, mixing pleasure with pain in a way that made her eyes water and her toes curl. She would have trailed off into babbling demands for more, or harder, but Miles kissed her and otherwise occupied her mouth with his own, his tongue rolling over hers and tickling her newly sensitive gums and palate.
Sarah felt Miles' cock throb inside her as he fucked her like that, before a flood of hot sperm filled her thirsty womb and the woman moaned into his mouth as the feeling set her off again. She panted as Miles released her lips, his hands moving off her hips to rub up and down her sides. Sarah sighed as she stretched where she was still held by tentacles. "That was nice," she murmured, resting herself against Miles.
The man holding her raised an eyebrow. "'Was?' Who said we were done?"
Sarah blinked. "But didn't you just come…?"
"And?" Miles asked, making his cock jump inside her—his still hard cock, pressed up flush against the entrance to her womb.
Sarah's whole body twitched as his cock pressed into her internal clit. She panted out, "Neil was a 'one and done' kind of guy… Maybe two if I was lucky."
"Not in my 'need to know' category," Miles rolled his eyes. He considered her for a moment before grinning. "How about something a little more… out there?"
Sarah's heart skipped a beat and her cunt throbbed at the thought. "Okay."
"Not going to ask what?"
The blonde woman shook her head. "I trust you."
"Alright then." For just a moment, there was a strange sense of duality—as if she were in two places at once. The sensation quickly faded, however as the tentacles holding Sarah aloft shifted, laying her out horizontally. The mirror Miles had set aside came back, settling into place above Sarah as Miles folded her legs up into her chest and began thrusting. As he worked himself in and out of her, he explained. "Every time you come, I'll take a year off your visible age. You'll get smaller and smaller, until you tell me to stop."
Sarah's mouth opened in a moan as his cock rubbed the clit inside her while tendrils toyed with the two outside her body. "How, ah, how far are you, nn, willing to go?"
Miles raised an eyebrow. "…That sounds like a challenge."
"Game, of, chicken," she leered up at him.
The man laughed quietly. "You think I'll stop fucking you before you hit single digits?" he asked, and she nodded. "Let's find out, shall we? Sorry, but I'm going to cheat a bit."
Before Sarah could ask when he meant, she felt his cock and the tentacle in her ass shift, parts of them swelling and changing. Miles' rhythm changed, alternating strokes, and on the next out stroke of his cock, her entire body went rigid as it felt like his dick scraped, rubbed, or otherwise touched every little nook and cranny in her cunt. Then the tentacle in her ass did the came as it too came out, while his dick went back in. Within a few short strokes, Sarah came, her own lubrication dripping out of her pussy and ass as Miles fucked her in a steady in-out/out-in rhythm.
A new tentacle filled her mouth as she opened it to moan, filling her mouth and throat with more of that same sweet taste that accompanied his kisses. The tentacle in her mouth unfurled into lots of tendrils that explored and teased her mouth and tongue, while the main body of it forced its way down her throat. Sarah's eyes went wide as she realized he had gotten rid of her gag reflex when the tentacle pushed its way past the back of her throat and she simply swallowed around it, her throat feeling much like her pussy as Miles fucked the inside of it.
And all the while, the mirror hovered over her, forcing her to watch as her body changed and shrank down, growing shorter as Miles forced her to come over and over. Except for her breasts. Those stayed the same, bouncing erotically atop her chest as she was fucked harder and harder in all her holes. Her eyes rolled in her head as she reverted to her twenties, then her late teens, until finally she made a little whimper and desperately waved her arms. The tentacle in her mouth pulled out, forcing her to come again as she watched her body lose another year—putting her at what she estimated was probably around eight or nine, it was hard to tell. Miles' cock and tentacles were impossibly huge inside her tiny body and her adult, MILF titties looked downright ridiculous on her tiny frame.
"Oh God," Sarah moaned, watching her stomach bulge as Miles slowly fucked in and out of her.
The man grinned. "I've got an idea…"
"…let's do it," the woman turned girl whispered, staring into her reflection as she was used like an oversized masturbation aid on her lover's cock.
Miles sent her an amused look. "I'd hoped you would say that. Close your eyes. Don't open them again until I tell you to."
Sarah nodded, closing her eyes immediately. The tentacles holding her in place shifted and she felt her tiny body gathered up in his arms as he carried her to the bed and laid her out. The sound of the door opening was loud in the otherwise quiet room, but Sarah couldn't make out footsteps on the carpet—not well enough to get a number anyway. It's probably Missy, she figured, resigning herself to eating a pussy tonight. Well, why not? I might as well go all in here if I've gone this far.
Her thoughts circled along those lines as she felt someone's weight climb onto the bed to her left. Miles grabbed her under the back of the head and lifted her up a bit, before settling her back down onto what felt like someone's lap—thick thighs under her neck and head making for a comfortable pillow. "Eh?" Sarah started to ask, only for something to brush her lips. Something fleshy and warm, kind of hard, sweet smelling… Her mouth opened reflexively and she found herself with a mouthful of nipple. Smiling around the teat in question, Sarah wondered who it belonged to. It was too big to belong to Missy, unless Miles had done something weird to her body…
Sarah's mouth unexpectedly filled with something warm and sweet, tasting faintly of milk with a hint of vanilla. She swallowed reflexively, her eyes snapping open and looking up into the loving, hazel eyed gaze of her niece. Her niece, whose lap her head rested in, whose nipple was in her mouth, and who she was drinking from. Sarah briefly considered pulling away. Then Amy's hands came up, one stroking through her hair while the other rested on her face. The whole thing was intimate and wrong and yet, something about it just excited Sarah all the more.
Chasing that feeling, she stared up into Amy's eyes and gave the nipple in her mouth an experimental suckle. More milk sprayed out into her mouth and the savored the flavor, rolling it around in her mouth before swallowing. Amy's smile widened as Sarah began sucking regularly. "Shh, that's it. Good girl," Amy cooed, stroking Sarah's face and running her fingers through Sarah's blonde hair. "Does mama's milk taste good?"
Sarah nodded and Amy beamed. From somewhere nearby, Missy's voice muttered, "Fuck that's hot."
"It is… somewhat appealing," a voice Sarah didn't recognize assessed, coming from yet another blonde, this one with bewitching green eyes.
"We're showing this to Vicky later, right?" Missy asked.
"And Crystal," Amy supplied with a quiet laugh, the motion making her tit jiggle where it rested mostly on Sarah's face. Looking down, she leered at Sarah's body for a moment. "I never thought I'd see an IRL oppai loli. This is great! They're so huge."
There was more movement on the bed and, from around the rise of Amy's breast in her mouth, Sarah spotted Miles moving Missy into position between her legs. "Going to make me eat her out? Really Miles?" Missy complained, only to grunt in pleasure as Miles slammed into the small blonde's tight pussy from behind, before shoving her face deep into Sarah's tiny cunt. A dexterous tongue worked its way over and inside Sarah's pussy as Missy's lips pressed against Sarah and the girl licked and sucked at the treat left inside the deaged woman. Meanwhile, the unknown blonde moved to Sarah's side and experimentally groped Amy's free breast, before bringing it to her mouth and popping the nipple in and giving it an experimental suck.
"Sweet. Light on the tongue. The temperature is not appealing, however," the new girl shook her head, before turning to look at Miles and Missy while she absently reached down and began stroking Amy's slit.
"That reminds me," Miles murmured from behind Missy. A moment later, the blonde squealed as something changed.
Pulling her face away from Sarah's pussy, Missy turned an incredulous look on Miles. "That's what you did to Amy?!"
"Yep," Miles confirmed, before pulling his hips back and slamming into Missy hard enough to send her face pressing into Sarah's cunt—the message there clear. Missy complied and went back to eating Sarah out as Miles began fucking her relentlessly.
"Right, forgot," Miles grunted, slapping Missy's ass as the blonde rolled her hips. "Sarah, this is Ciara. Ciara, Sarah—or Lady Photon."
"Of course, lord husband," Ciara nodded, before turning a smile down on Sarah.
The whole situation felt a little surreal to Sarah, especially when the longer she drank from Amy's tit, the more her body grew back to its original age/size—her niece's breast somehow never seeming to run dry. Not that she was complaining. Surreal it may be, it was also the sexiest thing Sarah had ever participated in, bar none. And Amy was very good with her fingers, as she played both of Sarah's external clits like a fiddle, seeming to take a perverse pleasure in bringing the older blonde to orgasm.
When Sarah had drank enough of Amy's milk to return to around the other girls' physical age, Amy popped her tit out of Sarah's mouth and helped her aunt to sit up, only to push her over onto her knees and into Ciara's lap, pulling Missy out of Sarah's snatch at the same time. Sarah turned her head in time to see a cock grow from Amy's crotch, looking suspiciously similar to Miles' own cock. Then, Amy's hands were on her aunt's hips and her cock pushed into Sarah's ass.
"Unh," Sarah grunted as Amy's cock bottomed out in her tight, hot, wet ass. A moment later, Missy's hands were pushing Sarah and Amy over, Amy onto her back and Sarah onto Amy's chest, with the brunette's hands going around Sarah's waist to hold her in place. Then, Missy was between her legs and sliding a second cock into Sarah's pussy. The blonde was then treated to the sight of Ciara being pushed over onto her knees, just above Sarah's and Amy's heads, Miles sliding into the small blonde's tight cunt as Ciara reached out and took Missy's hands for support.
Then, Sarah was getting fucked in both holes while Amy forced her head up towards Ciara's pussy. Sarah got the idea and took hold of the younger woman's hips, pulling her down and lapping at Ciara's pussy as Miles pumped in and out of her. More tentacles spread out, wrapping around bodies, squeezing breasts, sucking nipples, teasing clits, pushing into the girls' free assholes or mouths, and generally turning the bed into a pile of moaning, shivering, coming flesh as the girls fucked each other and Miles fucked them all.
At some point into the second hour, with no sign of stopping from the others, Sarah's phone rang. Everyone went quiet as a tentacle fished it out of Sarah's pants and brought it up to Sarah before putting it on speaker. "Hey, mom. I checked the hotel, they said you checked out?"
"Y-yeah," Sarah answered, the word catching in her mouth as Amy's cock throbbed inside her pussy.
"…Are you okay?"
"I'm, ahn~ fine!" the blonde panted as Ciara lapped at her clit with a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips.
Crystal's voice was suspicious as she asked, "Where are you?"
"She's with us," Missy answered with a grin, her voice steady as she slowly rode Miles' cock cowgirl on the bed beside where Sarah was getting fucked over Ciara. "We're having… game night. Want to come over?"
Sarah's eyes went wide as she turned an incredulous look on Missy. "What are you doing?!" she hissed.
Apparently loud enough for Crystal to hear. Amusement tinged the younger blonde's voice as she said, "'Game night,' huh? Sounds like fun. Who all is there?"
"Hi Crystal!" Amy cheered, slowly thrusting in and out of Sarah with a shit-eating grin on her face. "It's me, Missy, your mom, Miles, and a friend you haven't met yet. Say hi, Ciara."
"Hello," Ciara called from between Sarah's legs, before slurping on the woman's slit and drawing a ragged moan from her lips. "We have room for another," she assured. If they didn't, she could just expand the room and the bed itself again.
Crystal hummed, amusement audible in her tone as she considered. "Sure, why not? Send me your address and I'll fly over."
"M-maybe not tonight?" Sarah tried.
"No, no! Definitely tonight!" Amy countered. "I want oyakodon!"
The phone pinged as Miles typed out the address and sent it to Crystal. The younger blonde asked, "'Oyakodon?' What's that?"
"Japanese dish. Chicken and egg, basically," Miles clarified and lied at the same time, a grin spreading across his own face. "If you come over, we'll make you and Sarah oyakodon. It's great stuff."
"Dinner and games? Sold! Be there soon."
The phone hung up and Sarah groaned. "She's just coming to cockblock me, you realize that right?"
"""And?""" three voices chimed in at the same time, from Miles, Missy, and Amy.
Ciara chuckled. "You don't seem to realize that they will take it as a challenge. I would wager that they will have both you and your daughter bent over the table before the hour is out."
Sarah considered for a moment before rolling her eyes. "No bet. Come on, let's get cleaned up and dressed and we can meet her downstairs. At least pretend we weren't having ourselves an orgy." She gestured down at herself and asked, "And could someone make my body my normal age again?"
"Absolutely not," Amy protested as she pulled out of her aunt and the group began moving to get ready. "Let's let her wonder."
Sarah sighed, before nodding. "Fine. And ugh, I'm all sweaty."
Sarah's entire body rippled from head to toe and the woman blinked. "What was that?"
"Biomass. You get used to it," Missy waved her off as she rolled out of bed and clothes formed over her body. She held out a hand and helped Ciara up, who likewise had clothes extrude from her body.
"Still not comfortable walking around nude like this," the girl murmured. "But if we're just going to be doing this again soon, there is little point to getting dressed."
Amy and Miles likewise produced their own clothes, leaving Sarah the odd one out. "That is so not fair," she complained. A moment later, her form rippled and a set of clothes identical to the ones she'd started the night with appeared on her body. "…That is so cool."
With that, they went downstairs to wait for Crystal to get in.