Tales of the Teen Titans: Unstoppable, Part 1: Shadows of the Empire, chapter 8: Adjustments

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Meanwhile, back at the Tower, Kitten had gone into Omega's bathroom to take a shower. She didn't know when he'd be back, but she felt dirty, and maybe in more than just a physical sense. Maybe a nice hot shower would invigorate her. The feel of the water running over her naked body was soothing.

She couldn't get over how he wasn't mad at her. She'd have been furious. But he had said he'd been sort of upset…..was it because he was different, an alien, or…..something else?

Stepping out of the shower stall, she let the steam subside, and surveyed herself in the full-length mirror on the door. The water hadn't been too hot for her; in fact, she'd had it turned up all the way and it still felt only lukewarm to her. But her new body…..

She turned sideways and looked at herself. Overall, there'd been no radical change. She could still recognize herself in the mirror, the lines and angles of her face and body were the same. And her hair was the same. But her skin…..

She faced the mirror face-on again, running her fingers across her chest, across her breasts. Yep, still just as pleasingly sensitive as before. Her eyes tracked down. Pert breasts, abs to die for, and a pubic region completely devoid of any sign of hair. Oh, well, she'd been planning on shaving, anyway. No hair on her arms, underarms, or legs. Good. She hated hair in those places. So maybe things weren't all bad.

She halfway expected to have cloven feet. But no, her feet looked the same, save for the color, though she thought her toenails did look a little odd.

She turned sideways again, inspecting her profile. Except for that damned tail, springing out of her lower back, her butt was just as firm and shapely as ever. Maybe even more so.

But how would she ever fit in to normal society? Obvious answer: she wouldn't. Not like this.

And the damned tail…..

When she got right down to it, the tail was the major fly in her ointment. It was no way natural, and she didn't see how she'd get clothes to fit. They'd have to be custom-tailored. Or… something.

She examined that tail closely, with its stinger on the end. So, apparently, according to Omega, the venom was a neurotoxin that produced unconsciousness and/or paralysis. But what else could she do with this unwanted accessory?

She experimented with lifting things, like her towel. It seemed to function just like an extra hand, or (and here she shuddered) a tentacle (and, boy, was there ever a mental image to shake!); all she had to do was think about it, and it happened. She could tell that there were bones and muscles in it, enough to make it work as a prehensile appendage. And it was strong, too, stronger than it looked: she found she could easily flush the commode with it, depressing the plunger just like she would with her hand, without shifting her weight. She experimented further, wrapping her tail around small objects and lifting them. No surprises there. She found herself smiling a wicked smile when she imagined her tail wrapped around Paula's neck. Try to horn in on her dates next time, would she? Hah! Take that, bitch!

Except there wouldn't be a next time, would there? Sure, Omega said he wasn't upset, but he was probably just saying that. Any guy would be, would have to be, and would have every right to be. Just give him time. He'd probably get to where he couldn't stand to look at her. And certainly no other guy would, not with her like this.

Her shoulders and tail both drooped simultaneously. Well, so much for her life. Now she was an outcast, a walking freakshow. No self-respecting guy would be caught dead with a monster like her.

I don't belong in this world, she thought to herself. Kitten had never really given any serious thought to her future, beyond becoming—sort of—a supervillain like her Dad. She'd never given the matter of relationships much thought. After all, she was young, and pretty. Her biggest problem (before Fang, who tended to scare off the competition) was too many offers, not too few.

Now things were going to be different.

Okay, yeah, so Omega was right about her looks not having changed all that much. She could still see her own face in the mirror. But she didn't fool herself: maybe some guys would find her exotic, but the majority would just find her weird. Weird as in, "I'll go with Betty Sue. At least, she's not a red-skinned demon looking thing. With a tail."

She remembered Omega telling her she was still pretty. Could he be telling the truth? Or was it all just a comforting lie, to make her feel better? Why would he lie? What could he possibly get out of it? He'd resolutely refused to have sex with her, even though she would have welcomed the comforting normality of such. Wasn't that what all guys wanted, anyway? Not, of course, that she'd ever actually gone all the way, but just the idea was…distracting. And right now, some distraction would be welcome. Kitten didn't deceive herself; lots of guys might find her attractive, yes, in the short term, but just a little too far around the curve to actually consider any kind of relationship with her, beyond, say, a one-night stand. Omega saw past that, or said he did….

Thinking about him, she absentmindedly brushed against herself down there, between her legs. Hm. She was a little….wet. And not from the shower, either. She caressed herself, all the while half-wondering, what would it be like, to have him down there, thrusting into her? The thought made her smile, and she moved her fingers a little faster, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Mmmm. Yes. An excellent fantasy….

But she found she couldn't climax. She'd lied to him, led him on, made him think she was interested in him, when she wasn't. She just couldn't see them as a couple, not after all the things she'd done to him. Not after the way she'd used him.

"Kitten?" His voice sounded through the door. Obviously, he'd made it back. She dressed quickly (she still had only the nightgown she'd found herself in, that terrible day, to accommodate her tail), and walked out of the bathroom. "There you are. I brought a diverse mixture of fast food products; see if any of it appeals to you."

Kitten looked over the proffered food on the table he'd placed it on. He'd brought tacos, burritos, fish, hamburgers, and chicken strips. She found herself to be ravenously hungry, devouring the chicken strips first, then working her way up to the fish, burritos and hamburgers. She couldn't really taste things the same way she used to, but she could still taste them a little. Maybe once she got her tongue back….

While she ate, he sat there and watched her, an unreadable expression on his face. She didn't have her phone right then, but she gestured to the food. Aren't you gonna…?

He smiled and shook his head. "It…isn't necessary for me to eat in that manner, Kitten. Here, watch." He picked up a leftover French fry, and held it between his thumb and forefinger.

Kitten watched as the fry just…..disappeared. Somehow she got the impression he'd actually absorbed it, like a sponge. Kitten stared. Now that was kinda neat. Unexpected.

But she still wanted him to eat with her. So she got up, went around the table, and sat down in his lap. "Kitten?" His arms automatically went around her, as she picked up a french fry and held it to his mouth. Cocked her eyebrow at him. Well? "Oh. Alright." And he obediently chowed down on the fry, Earth style. She fed him several more, before returning to her own seat. "Thank you, Kitten. I'm still learning Earth customs, I guess." That was good; she appreciated a man who knew his place.

She was full. She couldn't eat another bite. So she got up from the table and retrieved her phone. omega? lets talk. And she motioned for him to come sit by her on the bed. He sat down beside her.

omega? lets talk about…..us

"Alright." Now he began to get a little nervous.

i know i hurt u. i probly made u angry. that was wrong of me. very wrong. can u forgive me?

"I have already done so, Kitten. Besides, I wasn't exactly born yesterday, you know. I….had an inkling as to what was going on."

then y did u keep on seeing me?

"Because I…..like you, Kitten. I enjoy being around you."

but i lied to u.

"You weren't the first, Kitten, and you probably won't be the last. As I said, all is forgiven."

so….how do u feel about me, about us, now?

"That, Kitten, is a question for another time. Right now, I don't think it's a good idea to make any decisions based on feelings at this point. Do you?"

There was a long pause, with her looking down at the phone in her hands. Then, i just wanna say 1 thing. that walk we had on the beach, when i couldnt sleep that night…..that was…that was, like, the best experience of my life. i wouldnt trade it for the world.

"Neither would I."

so. where do we go from here?

"First things first, Kitten. You need to rest and recuperate. I've a hunch growing your tongue back won't be a totally pleasant procedure. You need to eat, sleep, and we'll see about the tongue. Okay?" He stood up, and began pulling the covers down for her.

stay with me? tonight?

"Now, Kitten….."

i dont mean like sex. just stay with me here, tonight? while I sleep? please? Pause. Then, i don't know how ill feel, waking up…like this. again

"Very well, Kitten, but you do know I don't sleep, right?"

what do u do in place of?

"I kneel here on the floor. This is a relaxing posture for me." He demonstrated, sitting on his heels. "And I enter a meditative state. I'm not asleep; I am alert to all that goes on around me."

can u do that lying down? like on a bed?

He'd never thought about that. "I….suppose. My posture doesn't really matter all that much."

then lie down with me here, would u?

"Yes, Kitten. I'll lie here with you tonight." She moved over on the queen-sized bed to make room for him. He levitated over it, positioned himself horizontally, and allowed himself to drift cautiously down onto the bed beside her, careful not to put his full weight on the bed. He folded his hands across his chest and lay there, rigid, almost at attention, while she got under the covers and snuggled up to him, throwing her arm across his chest. Then she paused, drawing herself up level with his head, looking him directly in the eyes. She took his head in her hands and kissed him, a long, passionate kiss….

"Now, Kitten…."

But she drew back and nodded. I know. She'd put her phone on the nightstand, so she couldn't really communicate with him, but just settled in, nestling up against him, her arm across his chest, somewhat possessively, it seemed. But she snuggled in beside him, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He lay there for a long time, just enjoying her closeness, the sensual feel of her, up against him, and, yes, examining his own feelings towards her, before entering his meditative state.

To be continued…..

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