Making sure everyone is there and ready ahead of time, you have them all either touch you or each other, keeping them all connected. Though Isabel still can't bear to look you in the eyes... or at you, for that matter.

"Okay then, we'd best get to it. Time to come back to Earth Bet."

As soon as you finish speaking, you metaphorically yank the nonphysical chain connecting you back to the point in time and space you left at, passengers new and old being drawn along.

It takes less than a moment and forver at the same time, but soon after, you pop back into existance, everyone naked and standing roughly where they started off at.

"Alright, people, take a bit to acclimatize yourself and don't forget the meeting we'll have today... -ish."

"Actually, before you all run off, Isabel, once you've got some clothes on, would you like to get a tour of the bay in a few hours, after you've had time to get used to things around here?"

Isabel, god bless her heart, just slowly nods nigh imperceptibly, her head already lowered as far as she could to avoid looking at anyone naked... and confronting herself with the fact that yes, she too, is standing there without any clothes.

"Okay, I'll come get you once you've got a room and clothes for yourself, then. And before I forget it, Sarah, I had something for you."

"Oh? You know I love gifts, Gabe."

"Hard not to." Smiling down at her, you bend down to press your lips onto hers, transferring the soul you were thinking about as you proceed to grope her ass for a bit.

Aww, Kate looks about ready to join in, but unfortunately, you do actually have plans for the day... And none of them involve spending another twelve hours on nonstop sex.

How negligent of you.

"Sorry, but I really do have stuff to do, touch base with a few of the others, you know how it is. Promise I'll stop by whenever I have time?"

"Sure, why not. Okay, Sarah, I've been thinking about that idea, and I feel we really should declare the big office and all adjacent rooms to be a nudist zone. Let's spend aaall day here, naked and hot, while Gabe is off doing whatever needs doing."

Nora just shakes her head, dropping the t-shirt she was wearing before the dimensional jump. "Really, you two are incorrigible."

Typing away at the manufactory's control screen is how Sherrel finds you in the morning, returning to her big, tinker-y tasks that don't really make sense to anyone sane with any actual knowledge in the field in question.

"Hey boss, what'cha doing?"

"Spent some non-time in another dimension again, so I got a bunch of new tech and improvements for manufaction tech. Gotta get some parts in here to install in the machine first, is all."

"Huh. So why're you doin' it yourself instead of, y'know, having a minion do it?"

You sigh, thinking of the many, many errands and mountains of paperwork for material you need for Nolan's FEV research- the more you know about this stuff, the more intriguing it becomes. Biological immortality combined with rewriting body structure, phenotype and even brains? Yes please!

As soon as that's safely possible, anyways, and that's where extended amounts of research comes in. And you only really trust Yoshi to file all of this stuff correctly and ensure Henley can get you what exactly you need, meaning you could either do this yourself, or make one of the many, many incompetents inside your soul do it...

Suffice to say, you were running out of options you actually trusted to do it right.

"The good minions are all busy. Anyways, how've you been doing? Any news on your projects, interesting gossip, anything? This tedious work here is so boring, I think I may be allergic to it."

Giggling, Sherrel thinks about what to tell you.

"Actually, lemme tell you all about my newest baby. Provisional name is The Eighteen-Wheeler Of Doom, though I'm open to changes."

"..." Not stopping your typing and swiping, you take a moment to reply despite being perfectly able to split your attention between tasks. "Are we talking using and eighteen-wheeler as a base and slapping tinkertech onto it, or..."

"Built from scratch by yours truly, I mostly just had the manufacs give me whatever part I was working on, then tricked them out piece by piece as I assembled it."

"... Alright, how much bullshit exactly are we talking about here?"

"Dunno, boss, a lot?" Laughing, Sherrel comes to sit against the manufactory you're working on at the moment.

"Baby's got several ways to increase sheer horsepower and speed, plus forcefield generators to let it basicaly be an invincible ram for a moment whenever it's needed, though the fields can only take so much punishment before breaking, which is why it isn't strictly invincible. 'S also waterproofed and can propel itself underwater just fine, so it's also kind of a submarine, and the thrusters it uses can't really let it fly, but floating or changing course in the air are easy."

"Wait a sec, you're saying it's an eighteen-wheeler. That can float. How heavy is that thing?"

"Depends on whether the inertial dampeners and gravity reversors are on at the time. Sweetie can actually become heavier in case you need to ram through a building or something real quick."

Looking around, Sherrel whispers towards you "Don't tell her I told you she's heavy, though."

Shaking your head, you continue working away as you smile at her bad joke. "Any armaments or other cool features?"

"Well, you already saw how the invisivan is bigger on the inside, right? Same thing here, just bigger."

"... How big."

"Well, you couldn't exactly fit this entire bunker in there, but it's got enough space to keep the gang inside, no problem. I'd say... one to two football stadiums? My notes ain't really clear on that."

Resisting the urge to sigh and facepalm, you wave at her to continue.

"Well, 'course I gave it some nice big honkers. I spruced up the sound system, so it's got a pair of sonic cannons now, directed sound attacks and shit. Should be able to rupture eardums at low power, blast right through most non-metal materials and human bodies at high. 'Side from that, just a metric fuckton of lasers, laser turrets, laser mortars, some quality o' life stuff, y'know, the usual."

Yes, you're beginning to see why tinkers are complete bullshit by now.

"Excuse me, laser mortars?"

"Yep, heavy artillery, can be folded out on the roof and bombard target coordinates autonomously. I'm also working on some other cool shit, like a darkness generator and stuff, and I recently came up with somethin' to make people ignore it in traffic. Makin' it invisible is just askin' to have cars drive themselves against the armor plates all the time."

Huh.

Even after finishing up, you idly talk with Sherrel a while longer, talking about this and that, some of your new technology, anything and everything, really, including even the possibility for her to becme a full vampire. Eventually, however, you bid her farewell for now, reminding her that the meeting is occuring later today as you get a move on.

Specifically, you move on towards Okita's room. You kinda feel the need to visit the cinnamon bun after a long time not seeing her. Entering her room, you immediately see she seems to have really taken to treating it as her new home- you can see a bunch of clothes scattered around the place, including underwear, as well as books of varying thickness, pens, random office supplies and anything you could expect to lie around a messy teenager's room.

You hadn't taken Okita for the type, but then again, not like you really mind one way or the other.

The lady of the house is in, as you soon see, lounging on the couch in her underwear, reading a book as she stretches herself along its length. As soon as she sees it's you, though, she haphazardly puts it onto the stack of books on her coffee table, sitting up to greet you.

"Hello, Gabriel."

"Hey Okita," You begin as you lean over the backrest, gently stroking Okita's hair as you pull her head into position to kiss her deepy, her tongue tangling woth your own as you check to make sure she's eating properly.

Hey, your enhanced senses may have some weird applications, but at least you know someone's feeding okita regularly.

"What're you reading?" You finish the question, simultaneously vaulting the sofa to come sit on it, lifting Okita's pale legs and laying them out on your lap.

"Mostly just stuff good for learning English. Think I got a grasp on it, so it's just vocabulary now. Poetry and stuff like that."

Idly noting the name of Lewis Carroll, though it was actually a pseudonym, as you faintly remember reading once, you smile a little to yourself. "The classics, huh?"

Okita just shrugs, hooking her feet around your legs to draw herself closer to you, her butt touching your legs in short order. "I like Alice In Wonderland. It's fun."

"Well, can't dispute that." Watching with amusement as Okita slowly drags herself onto your lap, you decide to continue this line of conversation- Okita needed the talking practice, if nothing else.

"So, you like the author or the genre?"

"Stuff in the direction, I guess. Just, fun stuff."

Huh. Looks like you found what Okita used to do in her free time, then- read and do 'fun' stuff. Now if only she was able to really communicate what she finds fun...

"Actually, mind recommending me a few books? I don't have much time to read nowadays, but I'd love to have something fun for those times I do."

Clinging to you and looking up at your face as she sits on your lap, you can't help but note that gleam in her eyes. The same gleam she had when she watched you fucked Tada back when you finished up with the fortress.

"I can do that. But... In exchange, I want a cutie. they're cute."

... In hindsight, you should've seen that one coming.

"How about we do it together, you can sit with me while I make the cutie and we can make it extra cute together?"

While waiting for her answer, you idly begin patting and groping her thighs, feeling the delightful consistency maintained by an active lifestyle of slaughtering sapient creatures.

Wait a sec, maybe your preferences are more affected by your state of being than you thought.

"Mhm. I'd... like that." Aww, and now she's cuddling into you. "Can you make it just like Sir Munchington?"

...

Sir Who-The-Fuck-Now?

"That depends on who Sir Munchington is, Okita. I don't think we've been introduced yet."

At this, Okita visibly lights up, wiggling on your lap a little before she glides off. "That's right, I didn't show you to him yet."

Hurriedly walking off into her bedroom (though not that hurriedly, you've seen her move at killing speeds), she soon returns with the most horrifying plush toy you've ever seen, something you hadn't even conceived to be possible in the sheer depth of why-ness emanating from it.

"That's great, sweetie, where'd you get him?"

"Hm, Ethan made him for me. I told him I was lonely without the Cuties, so he asked me to describe them, then I used what I learned from your livestreams to draw a picture, and then he gave me Sir Munchington the next day."

Happily sitting down on your lap again with the plush abomination in her own lap, the thing about the size of a sports ball or something, she happily wiggles around a little.

"Now we're all together agin, you, me, and the Cuties through Sir Munchington. This is the happiest day ever."

... You know what, you'll just pat her head a little as you grope her chest. She does seem to enjoy both, leaning back against your chest and giving off a content sigh.

Leaving a happily napping Okita behind on her couch to dream of riding on eldritch abominations in peace, you take a moment to telepathically check in with everyone and ask around where Isabel is. You'd promised her a tour, time to deliver before you had to attend the usual meeting.

Or as usual as it could be after you'd decided to make it a weekly thing last week, by local chronology.

Politely knocking on a door in the underground bunker you've taken as your grand lair, you wait a moment for her to remember that she can bid you to enter before doing so. Bemusedly watching the shy young woman try to hide herself in the tight-fitting, long-sleeved shirt someone had gotten her to go with the skinny jeans, you give her a polite nod.

"Hey, Isabel. You doing alright?"

"Y-yeah, I've been, uhm, yes."

"Great. Want to take a look around aboveground, then, or would you like to stay down here, after all? No pressure, both are fine with me."

"No, no, I'd love to go outside, see the sights, all that stuff. Just need a minute to get some stuff together before we go, if you don't mind...?"

"Feel free, we have some time before I've got to go attend a meeting. You know how it is."

"I'm getting an idea, yeah. Okay, that should be everything."

Eyeing the notebook and pair of pens Isabel's clutching for a moment, you you decide you may as well ask what that's about while you're walking.

"Alright then, let's go."

Bemusedly watching Isabel look around in awe and scribble in her notebook, you lead her down the boardwalk in an idle walk, keeping an eye out for anyone making trouble.

For either of you, that is- you don't really give a fuck about pickpockets or stuff like that as long as they're smart enough to keep away from you.

"Say, what're you writing, anyways?"

"Oh, um, I'm just noting down everything we need Concord to be to be on the same level as... this." Vaguely motioning towards the city surrounding the both of you, she returns her pen hand to the page. "Figured it'd be a great benchmark for when we officially establish Concord as a modern city again. This is kinda different from Diamond City, you know?"

"I do. And yeah, getting our place up to the standard of a city like this would be an improvement, wouldn't it?"

Ironic, that, considering the literal shithole that is half Brockton Bay. Then again, even that's still an improvement over what Concord looked like before you got to it, huh?

"Actually, let's get some ice cream. It's kind of the pinnacle of civilization far as I'm concerned."

"Oh, um, sure."

Aww, she's being shy again. The alternating between focused expert on a mission and shy young woman is kinda growing on you.

Sitting inside a little booth inside the ice cream parlour or whatever it's called when you're a snooty rich kid, you help Isabel figure out what to order once a coffee for both of you is on the way. Slightly amusingly, it seems someone or several someones have recognized you, perhaps from your last outing with Sarah, seeing the phones surreptiously or less surreptiously positioned to film you as their owners try to be stealthy with watching.

Ignoring that situation for a bit, you smile at Isabel, taking a sip of your liquid black energizer. You'd never really liked coffee, bit too bitter and stuff for your taste, but you did make use of it way back during your student days to keep awake and alert.

Isabel, on the other hand, seems to like it. "Watch out you don't scald your tongue."

Her eyes opening wide, she puts the cup down, immediately coughing a little. "You could've warned me earlier, you know?" She pouts at you as you hand her a plastic napkin, tapping it against her lips a little.

"Not my fault you love the stuff. Anyways, you'll love the ice cream- I've never been here myself before, but the place comes recommended."

Isabel, for all her occasional shyness, is still an intelligent young woman, and something has been burning on her tongue all this time. It's pretty clear to see if you have an idea of her usual demeanour.

Only question is, do you ask her what she wants to say, or do you play dumb for a little while longer?

"C'mon, Isabel, I know you've wanted to ask all day now, out with it. Can't get me to answer if you don't talk."

"I- Haah. Okay, uhm, I'll try." Taking a deep breath, Isabel gathers her courage for one sentence.

"So, uhm, you and your sister, huh?"

Blushing, Isabel looks down on her coffee, playing with her hands.

"I mean, um, you sure, uh..."

"Calm down, I get it already. So, me and my sister, hm?"

She nods, still blushing all the while.

You and Sarah, huh.

"Yeah, me and Sarah are very much a thing. Why do you ask?"

"Uh, because that's... weird?"

"Well, I don't think so at all. In fact, I don't think that's why you wanted to ask, either."

"Uh?"

"Mhm, I'll spare you the embarassment of asking, then. So, would you like to join us?"

"Uh?"

"You know, in bed."

"Uh?!"

"Naked. Doing the hanky panky."

"Uhhuh?!"

"Not like any of the others would really mind, I think, they all like you."

"Uh???"

"Well, because you're so cute, of course!"

"No, I mean, agh, what others?"

"Well, you saw me with Sarah," and she remembers it, too, judging by the atomic blush reaching up to the tips of her ears and down to her throat, "so that leaves Kate, Nora, who you already know, as well as Sherrel, Okita and Tada, kind of. Maybe Rose, but that's a more casual thing, and the last two aren't in the city right now, anyways. You might actually meet Sherrel later, though I'll probably meet her for work first."

Poor Isabel seems kind of stunned at the revelation of your relationship status, though once more your timing proves impeccable, the waitress bringing in the two strawberry sundaes you ordered earlier.

"Don't feel pressed to answer either way right now, by the way, let's eat first."

The conversation following is a mix of marveling at the wonders of ice cream all around, along with you using that phone someone got you to access the internet and show Isabel pornblub's incest video category, causing her to once again blush and hide behind her sundae.

She'd started to get amazed by the ability of a handheld device to access the internet, already having been briefed on the concept earlier, but you'd used the taboo to keep her from giving your watchers cause to ask unwanted questions.

Still, you idly flirt with her to keep her blush going throughout the meal, joking once or twice that close proximity with her face may cause her sundae to melt at this rate.

That said, the unstated time limit of the end of the ice cream eatage draws ever closer, causing you to really dig into her. Even laying your hand on hers, degenerate that you are.

And no, your parents forbidding you from holding hands with anyone for fear of you bulding actual significant relationships and blabbing about your home life has nothing to do with you enjoying such 'despicable acts', in your mother's words.

Fuck, but what you wouldn't give to top off your good mood with tearing out both of their teeth and tongues right this moment to listen to their wordless screams as background music.

You pleasantly smile at Isabel, who still can't quite match your eyes out of embarassment.


Of course, you just had to time things so that you casually ate the last spoonfull of delicious ice cream a few moments before Isabel could get to her half-melted last few dibs, your lack of body warmth relative to it actually helping to preserve yours a bit longer than hers, though you point out it's actually totally because of her glowing blush.

"So, uhm, I've been giving it some thought. And I, well, I wouldn't mind, I think. If the others are all okay with it. And I'd want to meet them first before we... do anything together."

It seems those words are all she has left, deflating a little and looking anywhere but you. You, in turn, just chuckle a little as you lay your hand against hers, making her freeze up a little.

"That's entirely fine with me, Isabel. We can give the others the good news when we get back, let you get to know Sherrel and Okita a bit, there's no need to rush into anything you'd be uncomfortable with."

Isabel stays silent, swallowing hard, but resolutely staring at your hand touching hers. You use the other one to signal the waitress you'd like to pay, yet you don't miss her relaxing and lightly pushing back against your hand.

It's kinda cute, really, and doesn't that sum up your relationship with Isabel quite nicely?

After the previous exploits of the burgeoning internet phenomenon, it didn't take long for certain videos taken by certain guests of a certain ice cream parlor on a certain day at a certain time to find their way onto a certain website, being soon analyzed by a small host of bored basement dwellers, celebrity chasers and other internet vermin, culminating with the usage of actual lip reading software and experts when the people involved with catalyzing the emergence of the site in the first place were called upon.

This, in turn led to a series of discussions, jokes, polls and the odd meme while subtitles were added to a few of the best cuts available, turning what seemed like an innocent conversation into a suggestive cesspool of nigh-unbelievable sex life discussion and invitation.

The title of this video, starring its initial release and procedural communal editing and release onto several media platforms, including MeTube and Chirp?

ALABAMA RANGER STRIKES AGAIN! Seduces innocent city girl into life of sin and vice!

Suffice to say, laughs were had. Some guffaws, even. A certain Little Sarah may have even accidentally broken a desk or two in the grips of unbridled laughter.

Thankfully, it didn't take too long for you to return to the bunker, as you were somewhat worried poor Isabel might rupture a few blood vessels at this rate, but soon enough, she was hopefully cooling down to let that blush go down rather than maniacally using the internet for its true purpose of massive amounts of freely accessible pornography.

... One could hope, at least.

Still, for now you had better focus on the long-awaited meeting ahead of you. Time to come see how things have been going during the last week (and one month for you and companions), what had to be done to ensure the gang's smooth operation, pitch a few of your ideas and suggestions towards the people responsible for actually planning and implementing operations and set the overall course of your criminal enterprise, such joy for the whole family.

Hey, technically, your family consists of you and Sarah, so it's even kinda true!

Coming in to take your seat exactly thirty seconds before the meeting time, everyone else already present and waiting, you smile around the table. Sarah, Kate, Sherrel, Cupcake, Henley, and even Aisha 'sneaking' in, in full view thanks to several of your senses including the bloodsight one.

Everyone's here, then.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you for joining us on this week's meeting. Refreshments are over by the wall as usual, and don't mind the little Stranger in the room, she's with us."

Nodding towards where Aisha is stealing herself a pair of donuts, Sarah and Kate nod and shrug, respectively, while everyone else in the room is just confused for a moment before proceeding to ignore that comment like they'd never heard of it.

Good, good.

"Alright then, let us begin with a summary of how everyone's operations have been going before we launch into the crazy schemes and insanity that is the rest of these meetings."

"In that case, let me start with an overview of a few projects so far?" Nodding, you watch Henley get up, moving over to the back of the meeting room and actually turning on an honest-to-god holoprojector.

"As you can see here, our appropriation of Calvert's former belongings is going well, with control of financial and economic assets firmly established. Unless he hid another few accounts and connections under yet another false identity, everything that he had is now in our hands, accounted for to the last rounding error. This change has remained unnoticed so far according to our understanding.

Legally buying the land in and around our territory has been going well, with the city perfectly fine with selling off any plots it still had and most companies looking to use theirs as tax writeoffs not too insistent on keeping them in the face of money. They can always get more derelict buildings elsewhere. Of course, we've had to take it slow and use several subsidiary companies for this matter, but the unavoidable waves of widespread property purchase like this have been minimized so far. We own roughly 45% of all the property inside our 'borders', with more being added to our patchwork portfolio daily.

On a related note, we have bought up three slaughterhouses throughout the city, incidentally also the only ones actually still operating. As it happens, Brockton Bay isn't really a big farming city, and so the demand for freshly-processed meat isn't that large. Most of them are in the richer parts of town, and I've already arranged for any animal wastes not usually sold to be stored in a freezer warehouse not too far from the bunker."

Henley gestures towards you, "I honestly don't want to know what exactly you're going to do with them, but getting any of that mess here is a matter of a five-minute drive."

It is at this point that Henley takes a moment to take a sip of water, his throat, even enhanced as the rest of him, requiring some fluid after talking for too long.

"Any questions about the financial side of our operations?"


"How is our liquidity looking in light of our widespread sale of guns and drugs, and do our current avenues for money laundering suffice to ensure nobody asks inconvenient questions?"

"To answer in reverse order, the money laundering fronts we 'inherited' from the Merchants combined with Coil's own assets have been doing well enough so far, though we have, in fact, been looking into getting a restaurant or two up and running along the edges of our territory, both to make the area more appealing and as additional fronts. Overall, though, while the bigger companies we effectively control can't be used as a general precaution, our money laundering is doing quite alright.

On the former topic, our monthly prognosis from those less than legal activities is approaching a clean two million dollars of profit, rising. The largest expense involed is still buying up the materials going into both guns and drugs and getting them shipped into the Bay without arousing suspicion, yet another point the various shell companies Coil entertained are coming in handy."

"I suppose that's as good a point to jump as any." Kate says as she leans back, Henley nodding as he sits back down himself.

"Alright, so for starters, as Henley said, the big reorganization required to take over Snakey's place is done and over with, meaning paperwork is back to sane levels and we can all go back to shooting people. We've been working on refurbishing one of his old minor bases to work as a safehouse, as well as two of the more intact buildings in our territory, to serve as boltholes and distribution centers and all so we don't need to rely on the network the Merchants had in place too much. 'Sides from that, I don't got much new to report; selling is going well, the girls are kept busy running guns outside the city, things are going smooth. Oh, and we've found a candidate to be an accounting intern so Henley can just bother them to take care of all those rquisition forms."

"Hey, they're an integral part of actually keeping track of the expenses involed in the various workshops and product manufacture. I get some people think a criminal enterprise shouldn't be super anal about this, but if we weren't, office manhours would go right back to post-Coil levels."

Ignoring the miniature cold war developing between your girlfriend and your chief pencil pusher, you just turn towards the rest of the assembled department heads.

"Oh, um, I've been doing alright just tinkering, you already saw the doomtruck and what I did with it." Yes, but Sherrel still has to tell everyone as a nominal department head. Shifting your gaze to Cupcake, her arm raised as though this was a classroom, you can't help but want to chuckle at the image.

"Yes, Addy?"

"Yeees, now that we actually have time to do stuff, I've worked out a better variant of buffout! I call it Buffup! Significantly stronger than buffout, enough to let someone fight on the level of a cape for a minute or two, though first tests have also shown it to be a few thousand times as addictive as buffout and actually using it without tearing yourself apart requires stimpacks to heal ruptured muscles and organs as well various dislocated or broken bones."

There's something in her words...

"You tested it on yourself, didn't you?" You sigh, resisting the urge to facepalm.

"No! Just the once and that didn't count! Nell made me take addictol and a dozen stimpacks before it even wore off!"

Urge to facepalm rising.

"Hey, uh, while we're on the topic of new inventions," Lea interjects, awkwardly waving her armored hand, "I, uh, may or may not have done a thing."

Showing off her gauntlet from all sides, you immediately spot a few parts and connections you can't help but recognize; you're pretty sure at least a few bits of this thing came out of a robot workbench.

"So, I made this after looking over a few parts and the robots' software. This is an automatically aiming glove, or AAG. Once it gets a grip on the aim of your weapon, it'll automatically correct your aim based on the sensors it has, and I've been looking to integrate a grappling hook or something to the side without making it super bulky."

"Mhm, good work. Keep at it and feel free to ask for help if you need any."


"Unless anyone has any questions or concerns, we could move onto the news on my end and the plans for the future, then?"

"Actually, I have a concern to raise." Well, you didn't expect Addy to be the one to have something, but let's hear it.

"So, uh, you've been to all these parallel dimensions, yeah? And you brought people back. But although those people work for and with us, none of them have a seat on this council, even Nora isn't sitting in although she was here the last time. Are we... are we dimensionicist?"

-- You're not exactly sure what part of that you'd like to retort to first.

"None of the others felt the need to attend, I'm pretty sure, and Nora was probably just busy. That said, if it bothers you, I can make sure they all know they're invited in the future, if nothing else."

"So you're sure we're not dimensionicist?"

"Pretty sure."

"Reaaally?"

"Yep."

Cupcake glares at you suspiciously for a moment, but relents after Lea snaps her ungloved hand at her, pouting at her instead. Good enough.

"Very well then, let's see about what villainous schemes we can come up with for the coming week, shall we?"

"To start off with, two of my soul minions have the power to disassemble even solid matter and to assemble individual components to create complete constructions. One idea would be to use both in combination with a bunch of building materials to replace what was lost over time to simply work our way through the entirety of the docks, remaking them entirely."

"Huh."

"Hm."

"You sure that would work?"

"I don't see why not, their powers are both capable of much more complicated tasks."

"Alright, let's add that as something to think about once we own as much property as possible?"

"Really gonna get the PRT in a tizzy, but assuming we can roll it through without being discovered, there's not much they can do, at most they'd tear down a few buildings looking for signs of tinkertech, but as the owners of the properties, we can have our fronts tell them to get off our lawn and be done with it. Worst they'd be legally able to do would be to declare the entire docks a potential crime scene or something while they investigate, and no matter how far they draw it out, it isn't like we actually lose money until we start hiring people to work in the docks." Thank you for that comprehensive explanation, Kate.

"Yeah, let's table the topic for now, it'll become more relevant as we buy up more of the land in the area. Next off, I am planning to run another science-y stream tonight, and the cure for dementia will play a role in it. Thing is, most of the cures and technology I can share via streams can't be replicated with household chemicals and a bit of improvised engineering, and to that end, I've been thinking about just starting up or co-opting a pre-existing company of our own, patent a better version of the technology I disclose on stream while claiming it to be totally reverse-engineering the openly available technology and either sell or just license the stuff, depending on what it is exactly."

"I hate to say it, but that would be pretty obvious, all in all."

"So what if it's obvious? So long as we maintain a legal fiction, the cops can't do jack shit, and it's not like we'd be selling guns and drugs. Just cures to various maladies and, dunno, pretty sure I could get some 100% efficient solar panels or something if I dug around a bit. Heck, call the company Caintech Inc. for all I care."

Kate looks at Henley. "Think we could get away with that?"

"I have no idea, I'm no corporate lawyer. It sounds plausible, but I'd really recommend getting one to check this over."

"Pretty sure we have access to more lawyers than we could ever need, so let's just consult a few and see what they have to say."

"Remember, it's no rush either way, today's stream's innovation will be split into at least two parts, anyways. Though, on the topic of creating more fronts, have we thought about getting a nightclub going in the marginally less horrible parts of our territory?"

"I have, actually." Kate answers, clearly on the same wavelength as yourself. "Thing is, location really is that important for businesses like that, so it wouldn't actually pay off, even if we only really used it for money laundering."

"Mhm, too bad, a place to sell some of our more exotic drugs to VIPs would be great."

"Oh, you think we could try leveraging our reputation to have people come anyways as long as it's on the edge of our turf?"

"I don't see why not, and think about it, we could take hings pretty far in a VIP-only floor or something. A bunch of our drugs could allow for rather... interesting... performances. Not to mention the autodocs, come to think of it; plastic surgery was never as easy nor cheap, and while I haven't actually tested them out in this capacity, they should look better than natural, even."

"Mhm, a bunch of girls out there would sell everything they have to be beautiful. If you got an easy way to to it, I don't doubt we'd be able to get as many 'dancers' as we need. Name autodoc is pretty self-descriptive, but what can it do, exactly?"

"Well, it's an automatic surgery and doctor all in one, for the most part. People go in with broken bones, radiation damage and bleeding out, they come out good as new, so long as the machine's got everything in stock. I just added a few parts here and there, so it can reshape the human body using a bunch of stimpack solution, administer drug cocktails without risk of overdose for the individual, fit prostheses that were made appropriately, minor stuff like that."

"Holy shit, that's a pretty big thing, Gabe."

Everyone else in the room nods at that. Even Aisha, that naked little traitor.

"That autodoc is really important, think about it. We could send a few on every Endbringer attack, to any large disasters, and anywhere there just aren't enough doctors, so long as we can ensure nobody steals the tech."

"A neat idea, but must I remind you what usually happens whenever someone uses tinkertech or what we'd totally pretend would be tinkertech to make the world a better place?"

"You think Mannequin would come after us? And isn't already?"

"I mean, everything we've done so far was completely tinkertech-free, and we haven't shown any of our real industrial capacities so far, so why would he?"

Elsewhere, a brain contained within a metal sphere would sneeze, if it had the capability to do so. Instead, it simply logs the strange twitch along some of its nerves as it urges the rest of its companions to find some damn gasoline already through sign language, or what it used in lieu of it, anyways.

"Before I forget it, some technology I should probably mention. First off, I got the designs for a teleporter, Yoshi should be busy installing it nearby the workshop right now. Only works for as long as a specific radio frequency reaches, and I'm not sure how subtle a frequency that only really blasts classical music or something nonstop would be if we went out of our way to have it reach out too far."

"Mhm, how exactly does it work? Like, how much stuff can it teleport how far, that kinda thing?"

"Technically, the design can take any designated object or objects anywhere within its frequency radius. Practically speaking, it tends to have trouble after teleporting an accumulative two to three tons of matter, and frequent teleports run the risk of fucking up a few internal components. It's nothing disastrous or anything, just requires a bit of maintenance and new parts we can even get by just taking out the blown fuses and throwing them into a manufactory to be recycled, but it does mean it's down for however long that takes to fix. Oh, and the teleports aren't subtle at all, just to warn you, bright flashes and noises are involved, on both ends."

"I'll be honest, Gabe, if we can get the signal to reach up to Boston, we could move shipments of 'materials' through without anyone the wiser. If we weren't pretending to be professionals in here, I'd be snogging you right now."

There's a reason you love Kate.

"As if you won't be making out with him later, anyways." Sarah throws in, having stayed silent so far. Not that she's wrong, though, you can see Kate being horny from over here.

"Anyways, One idea would be getting a backup teleportation bunker going somewhere, though that runs into a load of issues- it would need its own signal for once, and I'm a little worried about just drowning the city with our radio broadcasts to the point some bright fucker comes up with the idea to figure out where they're all coming from."

"Now, other big thing I brought back was FEV, or at least the theory of the stuff. Forced Evolutionary Virus."

"Why am I immediately feeling on guard when you say that?"

"Probably because you should. I'm still not convinced that stuff isn't just some insane magic bullshit rather than actual science, but hopefully we won't ever need to find out. Simply put, FEV is a virus that just completely overwrites an organism it comes into contact with, changing DNA and even phenotype. Bad part, the stuff's notoriously unstable and hard to work with, mutates like crazy and could be an end-of-the-world scenario by itself if sufficient amounts of it were to get out.

The good news, it's also fucking incredible. The guys I got the data from used it to augment their self-made humans; basically assembled them from cloned organs and all. With the FEV, they're literally immortal, as in, they don't age, don't need sustenance of any kind and sleep less. They actually went out of their way to stop the changes there, both to reduce the chances of them mutating wildly out of control and because they really just wanted to strictly create a better version of humanity, but technically, as long as you're extremely careful, you could use FEV to turn people into any form you want them to be in and have them stay in that form forever until killed."

"Okay, but realistically, how likely is it any of the stuff you make gets out of control?"

"Relatively low. I categorically refuse to actually make it, if anything, I'd just have a soul conjure as much as we needed at the moment. Same soul also happens to be the one that can perfectly simulate what happens if an organism is subjected to a specific substance, so I could even have it create pre-programmed FEV, apply it, and then unsummon it, getting rid of any of the actual FEV."

"Is that the same one that cackles to himself all the time and looks really untrustworthy?"

"... Is Yoshi the one that cackles?"

"Alright, if you want to run some tests like that, you can do it, but please do it in a dimension that's already got loads of modified stuff running around."

"Alright, alright. I can do that."

"Rest of what I have is fairly mundane and straightforward; get some more safehouses set up, which is already being taken care of for the moment, maybe set up a 'healer hotline' for people in our gang to be carted off to an autodoc, or maybe have one of the girls with magic come to them-"

It is at this point that Aisha, obviously growing bored with listening in, clambers under your desk, though you don't stop talking, of course.

... Then, naturally, she starts fiddling with your zipper.


"-maybe arrange an auction of some sorts, to sell off some of my art including the stuff I do during streams, that kinda stuff."

You don't get hard instantaneously once Aisha successfully gets your dick out, though you also don't go out of your way not to, slowly growing to your full size as she keeps on touching and slowly jerking your cock.

Sarah throws you a knowing smirk as she raises a hand for a moment. "Actually, I have somewhat of an announcement to make. Found something in Coil's files I feel everyone should know. First off, the less explosive news, the slimy little shit was looking into the E88's civ IDs, in a long con to eventually have them boot themselves out of some sort. He had similar schemes in play for the ABB, in fact, and was already planning on how to use the Merchants in his bid for power."

"What was his end goal, then?" You idly pat Aisha's head as you ask.

"Best I got out of him after thorough interrogation, he was planning to get Emily Piggot, the director of PRT ENE thrown out and replace her in his civilian identity while simultaneously running the gangs inside the city after he replaced them with his own henchmen."

You snort. "Ambitious. And he obviously wasn't actually doing all that much aside from building up the current status quo we can see from the looks of it, so it isn't even like he ever got to do much in that regard. Don't tell me he just sat in this city for the last decade setting up his 'perfect chess board' to put his plan into motion."

"Weeell... I wouldn't exactly say that, but that's totally what I'm going with."

You just sigh at that, taking a moment to look attentive while you enjoy the feeling of Aisha's tongue trailing your manhood, licking along your veins while she's gently massaging your balls with the hand not holding it.

"Suppose it should be ironic, that he was just waiting to die in the end. But why are you bringing this up now? Not like a dead man's plans matter." Kate asks, smiling pleasantly. Yup, she totally knows what you're doing, too.

"Normally, they wouldn't, but by the time he met Gabriel, he was already working on the last stages of his 'grand plan'. Meaning he was already working on getting the names. Now wouldn't you guess, Kaiser is none other than Max Anders, CEO of Medhall, one of the biggest local companies around. We're actually shareholders of his company, funnily enough."

Well, isn't this getting interesting... Both the conversation and Aisha starting to suckle on your dickhead, you yourself never having stopped stroking her hair.

"Well, well, well, now. Poor old Mister Anders may just have a suckerpunch coming for him he has no chance of seeing. Such a poor, poor little nazi man, huh?"

It is with these words that you lightly pull on Aisha's mouth, her lips parting around your glans and taking a good third of your shaft into her mouth before she stops.

Fuck, but it feels good to be you.


Unfortunately, as it turns out, Coil didn't get all the names of the E88's capes before that regrettable accident happened when he introduced himself to you, but you do have something to work with, at least.

Naturally, as you discussed along, you kept on gliding Aisha's head along your length, occasionally giving her tips on how to improve telepathically, though those mostly consisted of a mix of dirty talk and telling her to use her tongue.

A surprisingly educational experience for her, you're sure.

"Alright, so I'll keep looking into their identities, see what I can dig up with unlimited use of my power. I may need Henley's help every now and then, though, with enough time, his power's just way too useful not to."

"I don't mind, not like I usually use it that much on the job."

"Next big revelation though, and this one's big."

Oh, sounds like your cue to step things up.

Ready to take my cock harder, my dirty little cocksucker?

Yesh...

Heh. You're halfway convinced it may just be an act, but either way, you gently grasp Aisha's head with one hand, pulling until you're all the way at the back of her mouth.

And keep pulling.

Aisha's eyes go wide, but she doesn't stop you, doing her best to hold still as you pull her onto your cock, her throat already starting to bulge the slightest bit and a reflexive swallowing motion massaging every bit of yourself you've sheathed down her tight throat.

"Coil was in contact with a mysterious organization. The exact nature of this organization is hard to make out, even after I interrogated him on the matter, as they take their security very seriously, and even the cocky bastard never thought to fuck with them after being suitably 'impressed' on the matter.

What we do know, though, is that they're big, they're owed favors by a lot of people, and they sell powers. It's where Coil got his from."

Well, that sure is a big thing there, Sarah. As is the cock Aisha is gobbling up in its entirety now, though, and a quick look under the desk shows her to be looking up at you as she sits there, hands on her thighs, your entire length disappearing behind her lips adorned with purple lipstick.

The look in her eyes is a little fearful, but also trying to be trusting. Slowly guiding her head off your cock, you keep on petting and stroking her hair.

My good little slut, aren't you?

As soon as she had a moment to breathe in through her nose, you pull her back towards you, her esophagus squeezing as she convulsively swallows.

Her hands are still lying on her thighs.

Of course, while this all happened, you kept paying attention to the meeting, which was currently devolved into surprise and a little shouting, though a few glares from you and Kate keep the situation under control in short order.

"Details, please, Sarah? Else I fear we're never getting through this meeting."

Sarah nearly has to smile and giggle at that, knowing what you're actually doing as the meeting keeps going. "There's really not much to tell, all I got is secondhand from Coil and the few files he kept on them. Apparently, they got a woman in a suit that always wins no matter what, in any timeline he split off, no matter what he did, and their base is only accessible through some kind of portals as far as he knew.

The process takes a while and they require you to do a bunch of mental exercises for best effect, apparently, though he was also told it's completely possible to just drink the 'vial' they hand out right away. Going through with the full program just minimizes chances for a bad reaction, ranging from the power manifesting differently than expected to horrible mutations and outright horrible death."

Sarah looks around waiting to be prompted for the next part of her no doubt impressive deduction (she really stayed just like when she was five in some ways), something you gladly do as you slowly speed up the rate at which you push into and pull out of Aisha's mouth.

"What conclusions can we draw from that?"

"I'm glad you asked, Gabe! This means it becomes extremely likely the Case 53s are actually mutated recipients of their vials, as might just be most capes around with light physical changes that aren't directly part of their powers!"

Huh. Thinking about it, that actually makes a lot of sense. You're still not necessarily convinced, but it seems plausible, at least.

Of course, you're also rapidly slamming Aisha's head down your pole, the way her throat repeatedly bulges every time you go deep somehow just a little hypnotic... As are the 'Ghk! Ghnk! Ghk!' noises she's making, unheard by anyone except three people in the room.

"Hmm. This is some great info, actually, and something we should keep an eye on. Still not much we can do about it right now, so let's go through all proposals and ideas so far and either vote on them or discuss them in more detail?"

Also, you're cumming soon, and you need to make a decision on where, as you continue to abuse the black girl's throat and making her love it, by the way one of her hands has sneaked its way down between her legs.


You've been a very good little slut, and do you know what happens to good little sluts?

"Mghm"?

They get a reward. Take it all.

With those last few thoughts sent, you pull her down against your base, her nose tickling a little against your skin and her tongue darting out, trying to touch your balls as she uses both hands to wildly masturbate, halfway between getting up and kneeling before you for better access and leverage to get your cock down her throat.

Not giving any outward signs of what you're doing, you cum down her throat in thick ropes, feeding it right into her young stomach.

As the first rush slowly tapers off, you keep on cumming for a little longer, letting Aisha up slowly until only your head remains inside her mouth, an almost suckling motion from her milking the last bit of cum from you before you let her pop off of you.

Aisha tries to show you the cum in her mouth, but she can't help herself, almost surprised by her body's betrayal she she coughs, though she almost obsessively slurps up any white fluid threatening to escape her lips to keep it from spilling, even going so far as to raise her mouth and hold her breath until her convulsions cease.

You keep on patting her head and rubbing her slender back as this happens, of course.

Good little cumslut, aren't you? Yes, you are. Such a good girl deserves another treat, don't you think? Go get something to drink until your throat calms down, then come back here.

Nodding silently, she slips past you, leaving a few clear droplets as she walks towards the refreshments table, snagging a package of orange juice and a water bottle before coming right back, getting down between your knees and starting to drink with one hand while the other keeps on lightly stroking your still fully erect dick.

Really, such a good little slut she is.


Alright, the delightfull little cumslut working away between your legs again once she's finished her juice aside, you still have some actual work to do. Namely, figuring out a bunch of specifics you honestly don't care about, but that you need to at least nominally agree to as you have the others talk through stuff.

Using Mush and Yoshi to restore the docks is put on hold, at least until you actually own the land you're talking about, and will be voted upon at such time.

Founding Caintech Inc. is provisionally going forwards, though it's really more a fake corporation the kind of which you already have a bunch for now until the time comes you actively have it sell 'revers-engineered' technology from 'that show'.

The construction of that nightclub and closer details on it are being discussed and will be voted upon by everyone, while the construction of several safehouses and little resource depots is underway as you speak.

A healer hotline is, at this point, deemed impractical, though this may change in case you come up with either mobile autodocs that can go around, well-guarded, or else find some other way to ensure rival gangs cannot take advantage of it to ambush nonexpendable assets. A secured and at least somewhat secret alternative is being discussed instead.

FEV seems to be a big no on all fronts so far, while the E88 situation is being watched passively until such as time that Sarah or you decide that a more direct approach is required, such as having gotten all their names and details on their personal lifes or just taking out the weak links you already know about and using their knowledge to cut the process short.

An alternative base is, while not completely out of the question, not currently considered worth the investion of both manpower and money required, not to mention the nigthmare of staffing it, especially as an additional teleporter would present a series of technological difficulties that, while not insurmountable, would require either a significant amount of time and effort for you to overcome or else risk exposing the radio signals to closer scrutiny than you already risk.

A monthly auction is approved for the time being, providing you can convince the others that you can reliably throw in enough minor art to make it worthwhile. The phillistines have no sense for aesthetics nor art, of course, and just won't understand that simply churning out random colors on paper is worthless as art, but you just told them you'd look into it when they failed to get it and nutted down Aisha's throat again.

The usage of autodocs for 'corrective surgery', as you have collectively decided to label it, to be used as demand requires. Kate mentioned she'd tell the girls once Yoshi, who you contacted when the decision fell, is done setting one up on base for now.

Lastly, everyone was happy to hear about your continued propaganda indoctrination streams, and a few undesirables shouldn't be too difficult to scrounge up.

Also, man, you really needed the use of Aisha to get through all this boring talk without just blowing the meeting off and wandering off to train.


"Alright, in summary, we'll go ahead with the nightclub idea for now, use it for money laundering and all, while getting our dancers from random girls that we can get on board with the full makeover involved in the contracts. Oh, and that VIP floor is a serious thing. I mean it. The only people that get in there is either us or people we have enough dirt on to keep 'em from blabbing about what goes on in there."

"Sounds good."

"I see no reason against it."

"The more money laundering, the better, I suppose."

Very good, that's everyone in agreement and also yet another load down Aisha's throat. Honestly, you're getting a little worried she may get stomach problems with the way you just keep on filling your little slut's stomach.

Then again, she's not complaining so far, so... well, you see no reason to stop just yet.

"So then, that should be all, unless anyone has anything else to add?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask you some private stuff, y'know, about how we're killing our parents, but that can wait a bit. First I want to actually try some of these donuts."

"Feel free, Sarah, that's what they're for." As the others filter out, a few concerned looks exchanged between them and Kate sending back a knowing smirk as she closes the door behind herself, you can't help but throw a last thought after them before it closes completely.

"Oh, before I forget, someone look into legally buying a few junkyards, to feed trash into the manufactories and keep an eye out for new tinkers not thinking straight."

Snorting, Sarah tears into the soft dough of her sugary treats with her extended fangs. "You really think any will be stupid enough to fall for that?"

"You'd be surprised, most fresh tinkers aren't in the best state of mind, not like many fresh triggers are. A lot of them tend to get driven up the walls early on when they need materials to tinker with. That said, I don't think that's why you're staying behind, is it?"

"You could say that. Hey there, Aisha, my bro's cock tasty?"

"Mghn."

"I'll just take that as a yes." Sarah contains her mirth at the situation, instead continuing to eat her donut as she stacks a few more onto another before carrying them over to your desk.

"Say, wanna play together?"

"You know, I should introduce you two properly." Filling Aisha's mouth one last time for the moment, you stroke her chin for a second before pulling her out of her little crawlspace, her limp body entrusting all its weight onto you.

"Sarah, this is our cute good little slut. She's called Aisha when not in use. Good girl, this is Sarah, my sister and your brother's part-time coworker."

You can see the moment Aisha recovers some of her faculties after the extended throatfucking she was subjected to for the last few hours, but she remembers her current role in time, so she just shows the load you dumped in her mouth to Sarah.

"Aww, how cute! You know, you'd never guess it from how Brian talks about you, but you sure do look cute like this." Leaning down to her face, Sarah presses her lips onto Aisha's, her tingue slipping through and ravishing the younger girl's mouth as she plunders the cum inside, deliciously licking her lips and swallowing when she's done.

"Mhm, you're a virgin, aren't you? Be a crime to leave that intact."

The look she gives you as she says that last part is hard to mistake, so with an amused chuckle, you grab onto Aisha, twisting her around so she faces the ground before wrapping a hand around her midsection and waist, Sarah taking position opposite you with a sly grin.

"Good girl, aren't you? Such a good girl, even, that there's no way you wouldn't go ahead and get a taste, right?"

Loosening her pants and pulling them off together with her panties (yellow today, you note), she pushes her vulva against Aisha's face, who, after a moment to take a breath, proceeds to happily lick along Sarah's outer lips even as she spreads her legs a little for you, offering her delicious chocolate-colored pussy for your perusal.

Your dick is thoroughly lubricated by copious amounts of saliva on her part, but even if it weren't, the steady film of lubrication shows she's perfectly ready to take her first cock. Casually adjusting the angle you're holding her up at, you lay your head against her opening, before slowly pushing yourself in in a steady motion despite the tightness enveloping you.

Aisha pants into Sarah's muff as with her arms wrapped around your sister's butt, said sister's own hands helping to hold her up and playing with her healthily budding breasts, respectively.

"Is she nice and tight for you, brother?" Sarah asks, her enarmored eyes never straying far from your face.

"She is, not I'd expect differently from such a good little cumslut. How's she doing on your end?"

"Oh, she's doing very well for herself. Makes me want to just leash her to our bed and keep her all nice and bothered all day, waiting for us to come home and play with her."

As you mischievously flirt with your sisterwife, you slowly and carefully push your way deeper into Aisha's little pussy, soon making her clamp around your cock as you reach her womb in short order. Somewhere around a third to half of yourself fits in, you'd reckon, not that you have the time to actually look right now.

Flirting with Sarah as you defile Aisha is far more important, so as you begin to withdraw and push yourself all in again with increasing speed, you keep on going.

"Hm, she'd do well with a nice little collar to go with that leash, don't you think? Maybe some boots, too, but nothing else aside from the vibrator she's not allowed to take out. Sitting there all day waiting for her master and mistress, knowing she could slip out any time by tunring shadow, but too much of a good little slut to do it."

"Ooh, how about two vibrators, to keep your cum inside both front and back? Would you like that? Would you like to be filled up with your master's seed and keep it inside aaall day, plugged up like our good little toy?"

Shuddering, her lithe legs entwined with your thigs much as her arms are hugging Sarah's butt, Aisha comes before either of you as you use her for your mutual pleasure, prompting Sarah to murmur at her as she keeps on cupping her breats and pinching her dark nipples.

You, meanwhile, begin to hammer yourself into her poor little pussy swallowing you up with gusto, railing the little Stranger with what would be abandon if it weren't a downright mechanical motion, driving your cock just a little deeper than comfortable for her repeatedly.

She comes another two times before you decide you're done, emptying your balls as your cock kisses her little womb, Sarah following suit and rewarding her oral efforts with a healthy dose of girlcum.

Aisha slumps in both your arms, so you go ahead and draw her upwards, pulling her slim back against your lightly muscled front as you give the room a quick look.

"Aww, our good little girl is exhausted. Should we give her a little break while showing her how it's done?"

"Mmh, a close look."

Luckily, as a thrall, even a younger one like herself, Aisha can recover some of her energy fairly quickly, only requiring about ten minutes of you railing into Sarah to her very vocal pleasure, almost using your arms as a seat while Aisha keeps busy by alternatively licking your thrusting penis and nibbling on Sarah's clit, but after you merely extract a handful of orgasms from your sister this way, she's up and raring to go again.

Of course, this manifests in you laying her across the desk she'd been kneeling under half the meeting, stroking her sides and lightly playing with her own nub before Sarah steps onto the opposite side of your desk, taking a moment to leave a trail of kisses up her collarbone, over her chest and along her jawline.

Looking thoughtfull for a moment, Sarah trails a hand along Aisha's pussy for a bit, then draws a few small circles along her stomach with the cum she picked up, the contrast of white skin and fluid on her sweaty, dark skin making for an amazing picture.

Reminder to self, draw this later.

"Actually, Gabe, how often did you cum in her poor, little stomach all this time?"

"Mhm, I didn't count, but thinking back, it was exactly thirty-two times during the meeting. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I'd say that's a lot of your sperm in here." Gently patting Aisha's stomach, her other hand gets back to playing with her breats. "But there could be more, and it'd be so hot if you pumped her full from both ends..."

Chuckling, you lean over Aisha's prone form, looking her deep in the eyes as Sarah pulls back a little. "Would you like that, pet? Wouldn't you just love being my sperm receptacle, filled up at all times of the day?"

She doesn't answer, stubbornly clinging to her silence, but you do notice a renewed batch of clear fluid soaking your balls, as your dick's base just so happens to lay onto her little pussy.

"Aww, she likes the idea. Such a good little cumslut, hm, suuuch a good girl."

Taking half a step back, you raise her legs upwards, spreading them wide to give you access to her sphincter. As she lays there, spread open for your use, you can see the moment Aisha just... melts, entirely letting go of everything and entrusting everything to the both of you.

Honestly, if you had an angle, you would kiss her right now, show her the love you feel for her as a useful tool and beloved pet and toy, but as it is, you just leave it to Sarah to nudge her head backwards so she can kiss her lower lips once more as you gently prod her tight little back entrance.

"You know, the whole thralling thing has a lot of advantages, more than I told you about when I gave it to you in the moment."

Yeah, she's extremely tight, not that you expected otherwise.

"One of those, is just how easily thralls can recover from exhaustion and exertion across the board. Meaning-"

Building up more and more pressure, you make sure not to overdo it as you press yourself into her dark starfish, her whole body shuddering at the sensation and hands clenched to fists, though she obediently keeps them at her side.

"-meaning that getting fucked up the ass is much, much less likely to leave any permanent consequences or require surgery, even if you're just this tight, and the insertion is just this big."

With a small plop, your head is in, her anal ring nearly threatening to rip it off if it weren't for just how diamond hard you are, from how it feels.

"So no matter how deep I go now or how hard I rail your cute little ass, it'll always recover to be just as tight, at most a little formed after my cock."

Starting to thrust in and withdraw for half inches, you slowly get her used to the feeling, the cramping along her whole body slowly letting up.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just lying there and being fucked forever without end."

She doesn't answer, but you do get the distinct impression she is redoubling her efforts to relax.

"Such a good girl."

Your hands aren't idle, of course, leaving her legs to stay wide open for you by themselves as you join Sarah in fondling her whole body, both of you paying special attention to patting her stomach and calling her lovely, dirty little names, of course.

Also, note to self, her butt has a wonderful amount of muscle hidden underneath just a little fat. Honestly, if the position wasn't so awkward for it, you'd totally massage it and relish the feeling for a while.

A thought for later, you suppose.

Still, eventually, after a lot of surprisingly gentle and tender lovemaking from both you and Sarah, with the occasional makeout between the two of you, you have slowly, but surely made your way deeper up Aisha's incredibly tight little ass, her squeezing having done from nigh-unbearably tight to a merely vise-like grip on your cock, Aisha's regular orgasms slowly becoming more frequent and causing her to tighten up and squeeze even more every time.

Sarah actually came a few times as she continued her ministrations, though she seems mostly just happy to shower your good little slut with affection.

Not that you disagree, mind you. A good girl gets rewards.

Eventually, with your cock in stark contrast to her skin color and steadily pushing into her cute little butt, far too small from looking at it and indeed pushed wide open to the point of near bursting, you get your last inch of cockflesh inside, Sarah carefully feeling for it along her belly and stroking it through her.

"Can you feel this? My brother's cock is aaall the way from here, to here. Such a good girl, the very best slut, to take it all despite being sooo big."

Her fingers start at her pubis and wander all the way to a bit below her ribcage, though you remain just a little doubtful it's really that far in. Hard to judge, though.

"Time to pull out again, Aisha. And once I'm out, I'm going right in again, and I'm not stopping until I've filled your belly with just as much cum from below as I did from above."

She whimpers a little, but whether that's in fear of the sensations to come or from need for more of the same, not even you can be sure.

What you do know, however, is just how hard she ends up coming, three times just from you pulling out until just your head is beyond her back entrance, only to swiftly, though not fast nor brutally, gliding right back in, filling her up with your entire length once more.

She keeps it at a wordless exhalation as she comes right there and then, climaxing with every full-length stroke you make into her ass, literally fucking her stupid, from how she can't keep on licking and eating out Sarah at some point, her tongue just hanging out uselessly as she breathes happily and simply weathers the storm you're forcing onto her with a happy look on her face.

When you fill her up from behind, she downright convusles in orgasm, her legs unable to stay upright despite the numerous advantages her thralling bestows upon her for this, kicking wildly for a moment until you grab hold of them and tenderly keep her legs safe in your grip.

Another note to self, surprisingly supple thighs. Need to massage rising.

This, naturally, isn't the last time you fill up her cute little ass. Far from it.

"I made a promise and I'm keeping it. Thirty-one left."

Aisha gasps and rattles, not able to control her voise or so much as move her mouth right this moment, but she doesn't have to. She can't eat Sarah out right now anyways, so you're free to kiss her yourself, affectionately and chaste for a moment before using your tongue to lick her mouth out and pick up any traces of Sarah's taste.

"Welcome to the family."


It is with a surprising amount of regret that you eventually leave Aisha's cute little behind alone, pulling your still hard cock out as a last goodbye. You just so happen to be in the bathroom attached to your room, having gone here while nobody was in the way between you and it, of course carrying a halfway limp and very happy Aisha still impaled on your cock as you did so.

Exactly thirty-two times, as you promised. Really, having an arbitrary amount of stamina without refractory periods and never decreasing loads came in handy for times like these.

Now, though, you and Sarah take your time to properly wash your little sub, even soaping her and washing her again, all that stuff.

Also, you finally got to massage her butt, and if you ever felt the need to sleep nowadays, you would use it as a pillow in a heartbeat.

"You can speak again now, Aisha."

Aisha just keeps on lying against you, too exhausted to speak without gathering her strength, though eventually she manages to gather her willpower.

"That was really, really hot."

Chuckling a little, you can't help but agree. "It was. And you did really good, just to get that out of the way."

"Mhm, our good little pet. I wasn't kidding when I said I don't want to ever let you leave our room."

Aisha smiles a bit, breaking out in giggles for a moment, even. "So, you two really siblings?"

"Yup, born and bred. Though I haven't actually bred Sarah yet."

Biting her lip a little, Aisha shakes her head as she leans into you. "You know, I should call that fucked up, but I don't care. Y'ur nice."

...

"Aww, she fell asleep." You whisper quitely.

"No wonder, with how you wore the poor thing out. Let's dry her off and put her to sleep."

It is thus that you leave Aisha to rest peacefully in the bed you pilfered from Coil, your next live performance already on your mind.

Always nice to adopt a new pet. And you certainly should remember to reproduce the moment you took all her virginities at once in drawing, just so she can always remember it whenever she takes a look on the wall in your- in everyone's room.


"Alright guys, you know the drill by now. Grab your labcoats and go over the script one last time. I dont want any mixups again."

"Hey, last time was you fucking up with the water gag."

"I know, and I'm telling you not to make a mistake like that again."

Pulling on your wacky wig, checking over your own labcoat and adjusting your fake mustache before you shift your face into its slightly two-dimensional state, you make sure everything fits just right for what's to come.

It's showtime, baby...

"It's me, Abraham! And you're looking into... the world of Professor Abraham and Assistant Prometheus!" Having risen from the ground and done the whole announcer thing again, as you refuse to just play a copy of last time's footage- only genuine livestreaming content on your channel- you take a moment to once more introduce your assistant, twice, before proceeding on with the show itself.

"Today, everyone, we will be looking into... Looking into... Prometheus, what are we doing today, again?"

"We're exploring memories and how they form, professor. Or, in your case, how they don't."

"Bwah! Nonsense! My recollection of each and every single event since the day of my birth is clear like an undisturbed mountain lake and sharper than even my wit!"

And there you go, introduction finished. "Alright, children, first off, let us talk about the difference between long- and short term memory, and why you all have varying levels of both!"

This literally cannot go wrong. You actually made sure to edit the script yourself in yout free time, and it shows.

"... And then, when the brain makes a new experience, a chemical reaction causes physical changes in the synapses, so you can actually remember what happened!"

Watching the two 'assistants' wheel over a small contraption atop a small cart and hand the 'good doctor' a piece of frozen bacon, Amy chortled, already knowing what would totally come next.

"JUST LIKE THIS; BUT SIGNIFICANTLY LESS CRISPY!" He shouted over the cracking and popping as the bacon was subjected to what looked like a significant amount of electricity, blistering under the heat involved as he slowly withdrew the pliers he'd been using to hold it.

Honestly, Amy didn't really need to watch this; she regularly saw how it looked like when a brain formed memories, and there was no chance of any hot pictures coming out (she did have a wonderful Vicky-shaped screensaver, so there was that), but honestly, she understood brand loyalty, so although HealingHand42 wouldn't be overly active for this and neither would she obsessively watch it like some of the better Naruto episodes pirated from Aleph, she would at least take the time out of her day for this.

Also, it was just plain funny comparing what he was doing to what she saw with her power.

"Renick, I see the mustache, you owe me 50."

"Ma'am, that was for the first one and the first one only, you didn't see me make another bet about him leaving it out this time, did you?"

"You're completely right, but I don't care. I'm officially done with his shit. I'm half a mind to walk right out of here and go get a coffee at some shitty overpriced little corner starbucks."

"We both know you won't, you care too much about being professional for that. I could have the cafeteria stock on the worst coffee they can find for next week, though?"

"Screw next week, he does something on the weekend, too. Have them get to it immediately. Now hush, he's doing something with that flamethrower."

"So long as we aren't getting drunk anymore, at least."

Riley clapped happily as one of the identical assistants jumped to the side to dodge the gout of flame coming for him, the other one screaming how 'burning calories' wasn't that literal at all.

Really, all they'd need would be a few 'volunteers' whose heads to cut open and directly show what was talked about, but those diagrams would have to do for the time being. She couldn't wait until she got to play with Cain herself!

His body was fascinating in some ways, while seemingly entirely mundane to the untrained eye. But she couldn't be fooled; the way his breathing was completely even or else ceased entirely whenever he didn't need to speak for a moment was a dead giveaway, for one, as was the oddly precise movement and the unusual symmetry displayed.

Someone had been working on him, a biotinker of some sort, perhaps even the man himself. If she wasn't sure at least one of the others would nominate him, she'd have done it herself. Panacea was definitely great big sister material, but she'd have passed her up to work with him, or at least take a closer look at what was done to him.

... Also, he made her feel tingly somehow. It was weird, and Uncle Jack always said she should trust her feelings, so she would make sure to get a closer look.

"In summary, the more often you repeatatedly thinker about something, and the better it can trickle down into your long-term memory, the less likely you forget!"

Vicky couldn't remember if biology classes ever covered this in-depth, but if they did, they definitely used too little flamethrowers and bad puns for those lessons.

Not that she could technically approve of either of that, but it sure made watching this more fun. Not that she'd be forgiving the surprisingly attractive handsome bad boy for the embarrassment he'd oh so callously inflicted on her last time anytime soon, she was still hell-bent on finding him one of these days and... punishing him.

Maybe even in the good way. It sure did help soften the blow when he also did the same thing, figuratively speaking, to himself afterwards.

It was thus, with a leer on her face as she stared at the screen, that Carol Dallon found her daughter staring at livestream of the Dallon household's arch-nemesis.

"VICTORIA DALLON!"

Ah shit.

Nicholas, or just Nick as he preferred outside the business room, replayed the clip again, taking in every pixel he could. This... this could be rather huge, as the kids called it these days.

"Well gosh darn it, I don't remember not remembering what I was supposed to remember!"

"You were supposed to remember the cure for dementia!"

"Thanks, old man Marduk! Okay, now where did I..." One of the assistants handed him a set of cards of some kind.

"Here, let me lay these out for a moment. So each of these cards corresponds to a specific chemical compound than, when mixed juuust right, reinvigorates the brain upon digestion, halting the onset of dementia and even slowly reversing damage through extended usage!"

"Wait a moment, I think you forgot a few of those cards."

"I never forget anything, dear Assistant Prometheus!"

"No, no, those are only the ingredient cards. Where are the mixing cards?"

"I distinctly remember telling one of you to make them!"

"Don't think I recall any of that."

"Me neither."

"Well, I suppose we're going to have to leave them with this for today, then. Okay, kids, here's the rules, you match up all these cards, any cards you've matched count for one part of the recipe. Match all of them up and you know exactly what goes into the cure! And next time, we will cover how it is made out of those ingredients."

If this was true, and he was inclined to believe it was, after the previous time this cape had made claims of this kind. Stopping the video at the shot of the playing cards, Nick thought through a few numbers.

Yeah, definitely not the kind of thing you could do at home, depending on how the cure would be manufactured, but it was rather hard right now to get the common chemicals for the cancer cure on the open market, too, anyways. Still, they'd better immediately get to it, just to prepare for the next episode.

Worst come to worst, they would just have to find a use for the stuff otherwise, and their budget could take it. So it came that Nick called up a few people.

"Yes, I know the prices are about to rise, that's why we're going to buy sooner rather than later! Having everything ready could mean the difference between bankruptcy and making it big!"

Really, why was this so hard to understand? Most people didn't really think about it, but being big pharma was a lot less fun when you weren't actually big. Meant all your competitors were always ready to rip you a new one the moment you made a mistake, and keeping yourself above the water line was an exercise in futility sometimes.

When the cancer cure went out, they were hit just as hard as anyone else, index tanking and profits drying up harder than an erection when faced with his grandma, lovely old dear that she was. It was just that the loss of revenue hit them much harder, relatively speaking, than bigger companies.

Finally, EasTec would ensure its place on the market. Well, or tank entirely, but it was going to anyways, at this rate. May as well put it all on this one card... or set of cards, anyways.n

"Okay, David, out with it. I can see you holding it back from behind your mask."

"Oh, sorry, I was just wondering when we'd come to the inevitable conspiracy theories about Cain being a Case 53 on account of his apparent amnesia."

"For your information, we are fairly sure he is not a Case 53, I personally checked the archives."

"So w-wait," the smug prick said, not bothering to hide the laughter threatening to break forth anytime, "you actually went and checked? Hey, what if he erased those records and any relevant memories prior to disappearing?"

"In that case we're dealing with a second Simurgh anyways and this entire converastion is even more pointless than it already is."

"So then how does his obvious forgetfulness fit into your other theories? You think Endbringers can forget things if hit in the head often enough? Or maybe he deliberately deleted the memory of where he put those playing cards to-"

"David, I swear to all that is holy, if you say one more word, you had better have brute powers on, because I won't hold back."

Miming a zipper being closed along his veiled mouth, David leaned back into his chair, demonstratively ceasing to play his imbecilic games.

"Despte certain... elements... disregarding it as a source of information, this stream could be yet another message, if a very vague one, or, alternatively, a false flag operation. If he is in fact entirely inhuman in nature, he could be subtly telling us he has been investigating the human brain, the subject of memory specifically referring to perhaps trigger visions, or the procedure we have the Case 53s undergo before releasing them. We simply lack the necessary data to be sure one way or the other."

Kurt, still continually working away on the laptop he had dragged all the way into the blank meeting room, looked up for the first time since they'd started.

"Whether this is a message or not, I am fairly sure it is also a distraction. Several companies previously connected to Coil have begun buying up properties all along the poorer parts of Brockton Bay."

Rebecca's blood ran cold.

"What could he be trying to achieve here?"

"Hard to say. Maybe he just wants to 'officially' own what he already considers his own some ways, maybe he plans something he needs ridiculous amounts of space for, or maybe he has plans to clean up and revitalize the city, making himself the king of his own little kingdom."

"This last interpretation would fit in with one of his previous comments. Perhaps he is trying to tell us to stay out of his way, lest he forget to limit himself to Project Terminus?"

She could see David giggle soundlessly, but forcefully tore her eyes away from the object of her ire.

"How does this fit in with this time's message, and what conclusions can we draw from it? I believe we should..."


"Alright, Sherrel, we've talked about doing this. If you wan to back out, now's the time. Nobody'll think any lesser of you if you do, this is a big step and all."

"Nah, it's fine. Like, I get this is supposed to be this huge change, but I've been changin' my own mind with drugs for as long as I can think back, one way or th' other, so if anything, this'd be a step closer towards how I should be feelin'."

"Well, I won't try to dissuade you or anything. Before we go for it, though, would you like to switch out any of your powers, get out of that whole sun issue early?"

It is one by now familiar little ritual later that Sherrel stands before you, licking her lips soiled red, much as her entire front.

"Well, that was wild."

"What, better than drugs?"

Sherrel rolls her eyes a little, her hands wandering towards her clothes. "Why am I not surprised about the question? Doesn't matter, though. You ready to help me... 'clean up'?"

Tearing off her bloody clothes, Sherrel saunters up to you, eyes boring into yours.

"Anytime." And as you kiss her deeply, the taste of blood only serves to make this better.

Honestly, why'd you even bother wearing clothes to the occasion?

Leaving Sherrel to clean herself up after your little spot of fun, the corpses left over after you fed their previous owners to her already being stored in one of the freezers on base, you go to meet up with Kate.

You're up for a bit of fun tonight, you feel.

"Hey Gabe, you need anything? Also, clothes off."

"Ah, right, clothless zone. How could I forget?"

Disrobing swiftly (whatever posessed you to bother putting your clothes on again in the first place?), you approach her seat, the same on Coil used to take when meddling with his main computer.

"Sarah not around?"

"She's taking a break and cuddling your new pet. When're you gonna introduce me, anyways?"

"Whenever the time is right, you suppose," you answer with a chuckle. "But enough on that for now, I'm feeling like actually pulling my weight for a change again. Anything we need to get done around the city, preferrably with some fun involved?"

"I mean, if you don't have anything really pressing you can think of, you could always go see Sarah about Project NaziNope, I'm sure she'd be happy about a few eyes physically there to spy on them."

"... Are we really calling it that?"

"Hey, we worked hard on coming up with the name. Either way, as I said, she's right in there," Kate says, pointing down the short corridor leading towards your room.

"Gotcha, keep up the good work. Gonna see if our new pet doesn't want some walkies, then."

"Aww, look at you, being all family man. Keep it up and maybe we'll even have a bunch of kids to go with the pet."

"Oh, don't get me started on that. Do you have any idea how much work kids are?" And you know what you're talking about, raising your siblings was basically a full-time job for preteen you. That said, you can't help but smile at the idea of having children, of your own fucked up little family growing that way.

Still, head in the game, Gabe. You have work to do.

"Hey there, sweeties. How're you doing?"

"We're doing great, Gabe!" Sarah beams at you, happily nuzzling Aisha's hair.

"Yup, totally doing fine over here. No suspicious girl talk on our watch!" Ah, Aisha, if your grin was any more shit-eating, you'd suspect she was actually eating shit.

"That's good to hear. Just finished up that little stream as usual, dropped half of the cure for dementia, everything as planned. Now I'm thinking I may as well help you with your little project-"

"Ah, Project NaziNope?"

"Is that seriously what we're going with?"

"Hey, I like the name!" Aisha pouts. Sighing indulgently, you pat her head a little in response.

"Alright then, I'm thinking I may as well help Project NaziNope along." You recognize a lost cause when you see it, after all.

"Great, there's a few things you could help with, actually. I could just bruteforce all of this with my power, but the more concrete data I have, the less I need to intuit through it, so it's less likely I get any garbage out of it."

"We're pretty sure Kaiser is Max Anders, but what else do you think someone could find if they went digging around in Medhall's computers? I bet'cha there's some juicy info we could find a use for somewhere in their building."

"Sounds fun, so sure, why not? In fact, you want to come along, Aisha? Figure this is the kind of thing your power realy works with."

"Go fuck with some nazi boys? Sure, wouldn't miss it. Can we move some furniture around while we're at it, really psyche a few of 'em out?"

"I don't see why not, so long as we stay subtle. You wanna teleport there or have Sherrel drive us?"

"Sherrel's Squealer, sweetie, Gabe stole her ages ago and we've been keeping her hidden here on base ever since, she's been tinkering up a storm and driving people around every now and then ever since."

"Are you kidding me, I just found out I can just make him overlap with me and never worry about forgetting the little shit, no way I won't use him to teleport everywhere!"

"Except when I'm fucking you stupid, of course."

"Duh, can't have fun when you run away from it and not at it."

Mussing her hair, you grin when she fends your hand off with her own, a dully glowing outline of a man's hand overlapping with it, as she'd said.

"Well then, mark me and let's get going! The sooner we're done, the sooner we can get to the banana peels."

Aisha just grins.

It takes a few tries to figure things out as you teleport along, mainly due to orientation difficulties, aka you and Aisha teleporting in the same general direction, but a bit of work has you both end up meeting on a wall of the medhall building in short order, naturally both in shadow form.

Okay, what now? We just bustin' in there?

First rule, forget everything movies told you about how this works. We just slither in there, find anything we want, then we get out again. Easy-peasy.

Aww, no dramatic last stands and Kaiser threatening to bring the building down with him?

If it was that easy, chances are someone would've done it already. Nah, we're just fucking around right in his backyard a little and see what we can find out. If we're lucky, we get some good blackmail material or something, maybe confirmation of some guesses Sarah's made so far, stuff like that. Top priority will be any actually interesting computers and files in the top-level administration.

So we're essentially just fancy paperwork thieves?

I hate the way you're phrasing it, but yes.

Yaaay, the paperwork thieves are on the prowl! Can we call ourselves the AcCounters?

No. Now focus, we actually have a job to do before we can start playing pranks.


First stop, we're taking a look at their accounting department, then I'm having Sarah compare the numbers she has access to with the ones we find.

Boooring, can't we just go find something cool instead?

Look, I'm not telling you to numbercrunch with me. Just help me stand guard while I'm looking around, we can have fun afterwards.

It doesn't take long for you to actually find the place, with a connection to Sarah so she can guide you through the building's floor plan, and on the way you note how few security cameras are actually around, most of them clustered around entrances and hallways.

Makes sense when you think about it, this place is supposed to look like an actual company rather than a supervillain's hideout or anything, after all, and so too many security measures would likely stand out far too much.

For you, this means two things; one, you're pretty free to move around the office spaces you've come to visit, something quite useful, given both you and Aisha came naked, and two, your lair is obviously much cooler than Kaiser's, an observation that has Aisha's shadow form convulse in what you identify as giggling.

What? Just saying, my lair is obviously bigger than his!

Stop, seriously, stop!

I'm just telling you the objective truth!

Anyways, here you are, in accounting. Now, which of these offices is the most likely to have what you want...


It takes you a moment, but soon you have taken a look at all the obnoxious job descriptors noted on the doors leading to the offices of anyone important enough to have an actual office rather than being put into those office cubicles with everyone else, and while it's a minor guessing game what exactly the difference between a chief executive and a directing executive, a bit of minor searching and looking under keyboards nets you their passwords regardless.

Really, why does everyone do this? You'd critizise it, but you also used to in the times before you got a perfect memory. Either way, a little more searching through their computers and filtering through obscene amounts of porn, you have a few hard numbers, mostly out of their intranet mail accounts.

Such a useful feature, both received and sent mails being saved and all. You dictate Sarah anything looking useful, along with a bit of joking with her and Aisha about this one guy with loads of interracial stuff saved under his 'paperwrk' folder.

Alright, I think we got everything in here.

Mhm, nothing directly incriminating, but that would've been too easy anyways.

I mean, we found a bunch of paper jobs, I'd say that's a good first step.

Yeah, yeah, all I need to do now is to go figure out where those payroll expenses are going if not to any actual manhours.

I believe in you. For now, though, time to see what else we can find here.

Slipping out onto the hallway, you meet up with Aisha's shadow which, as it happens, is currently doing a handstand as it moves along the wall.

We're done here, time to move on. Anything happen on your end?

Nope, utter nothingness and boredom.

Eh, you'll deal, a lot of this stuff that doesn't involve just murdering everyone in sight is waiting around or boring scutwork.

And you were complaining about that meeting.

Hey, meetings are infinitely worse, they need me to actually pretend to give a fuck about the shit we're talking about. Anyways, time to get a move on.

Let's get up, bet ol' Maxie's office is somewhere near the top floors.

Finally, something interesting happenin'.

I'm saying it right now, don't go detransforming before we've figured out whether there's any cameras.

Yeah, yeah.

Also, still not decided whether it's safe to have sex in his office even if there aren't any.

Wait, seriously?

As I said, I'm thinking about it. Now, any bets on whether he actually put it in the highest floor?

That's a sucker's bet anyway, isn't it?

And here I was trying to get you to bet your ass.

Side banter aside, no matter how lightly amusing it is, you soon arrive in the CEO's office, as a shining gold plaque informs you in front of his door (and yes, it is on the top floor).


Interestingly enough, Kaiser didn't fortify his own office in particular, just a pair of cameras in the hallway leading up to it and a thicker door than usual, both minor issues you and Aisha both can slip through without further issues.

The inside looks like what you'd assume the average CEO's office looks like, not really having been in or seen many of them yourself, and a cursory examination reveals he didn't really secure the insides further, apparently trusting in obscurity and reputation to keep this place safe.

Meaning that, after your sweep for any tinkertech surveillance cameras or similar is done (hey, it's unlikely, but checking doesn't hurt), both you and Aisha unravel into your standard forms, standing in Max Anders' office in the nude.

"Okay, so what exactly are we doing here?"

"First off, let's just take a look around. If you see anyting interesting or suspicious, just call." Lifting the keyboard atop his pretentious massive oak office desk, you click your tongue. "Damn. I hoped he'd have his password where all the accountants keep theirs."

"Are you serious?"

"You'd be surprised how many people do this. Now off with you, lust-slave, there is work to be done." Slapping her still amazingly springy butt, you smile at her snort as the both of you split up to search the room.

"AHA! Found it."

"What, the password there after all?"

"Yup, under the desk, not the keyboard."

"Seriously?"

"Hey, to be fair to the guy, these are a lot of passwords on here. For different profiles and databases and shit."

"Still would've expected better from Kaiser, of all people."

"You haven't seen the actual passwords yet. Let's see... ImYoRichDaddy69 to get in,-"

"Pfhg!"

"Then we have IHaveThePowah111 to see the accounts..."

"Gmhg!"

"And here we are, SuckOnMySwasti123 for the actual accounts."

"Bwahahahaha!"

"Hey, quietly, what if someone hears you?"

"Haha- I don't care, are you serious?"

"Serious like sliced bread. Here, have a look."

Meanwhile, all fun and jokes aside, you telepathically rattle off the banking details displayed for your viewing pleasure to Sarah, who both remembers them just as well as you and also notes them down so you can have others look over them later.

That said, Aisha is cuddling up to you again, having put the sticky note back on the desk and pressing her budding little tits against your side as you sit there naked in Kaiser's seat.

Smirking, you give her cheek a kiss.


"Love you too, sweetie, but let's wrap this up real quick and hit another place or two."

"Maaan, you're no fun on the job."

"I save up all the fun for afterwards. Okay, let's get going."

"Wait, what about his office porn? Anything on there?"

"Mhm, lemme take a look... Nothing in 'Office Work', 'Divorce' looks boring, too... Ah, here we go, 'Documents' it is."

"Huh, it all just this one dude with a bunch of women?"

"And this one brunette repeatedly, yeah."

"You think that's him?"

"I hope so, anything else would speak of way more insecurity and issues than I can be bothered to list off. Or maybe he's just really into this one dude but can't fathom being gay?"

"Do people really do that?"

"I feel like I may be repeating myself, but you'd be surprised..."

It takes a bit of scrabbling and searching before you find it, but soon, one of the desk's drawers reveals a small collection of USB sticks for you to pick one out of.

"Wait, are you seriously stealing Kaiser's porn collection?"

"Hey, if we're here, may as well. 'Sides, I'm copying it, not stealing. Totally different thing."

Grinning, Aisha takes a step back. "Anyways, what's next?"

"One sec... Sarah's just called, she's cross-referenced a few of the paper jobs we've found so far, next stop is Human Resources to see if they actually bothered at least setting up files on them."

"Great, more boring paperwork theft."

"Aww, c'mon, we've been doing pretty well so far. Just this one bit and we're done with this for tonight, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

It's a bit of a pain having to carry the USB with the amateur porn on it, you not having any pockets and all, but you can make do with your hand just fine.

Actually, remember to use this joke sometime, Kate would laugh her head off.

Still, it isn't a long trek towards HR, with you and Aisha getting familiar with the floor plan by now, and soon you slide into a filing room looking like your best bet for this.

Alright Sarah, give me the full list and I'll see what I can do.

You want them in order of suspicion or alphabetically?

Mhm, alphabetically, I think. At least their filing system isn't complete shit.

Okay, so let's start off with Adelbauer, Heinrich...


Alright, so I got a few things. First off, Victor and Othala are married, as we thought, but they're also technically employed by Medhall. It's where they get their salary from and all; I'll brief you on them later. Secondly, we have one James Fleischer, aka Krieg, serving both as a part of the E88 and Kaiser's liaison to the Gesellschaft, their old friends from overseas.

Gotcha. Anything on ol' Maxie's divorce?

He got anything on his computer? Yeah, I'm pretty sure his ex is Purity, the dates of her kinda doing her own thing and becoming his ex-wife kinda match up.

Huh. Didn't even know she's not with the E88 anymore.

Not many people do, considering she didn't even bother rebranding or anything. But yeah, she's still around, still hitting asians, so it's not like much changed for the rest of the Bay.

You think there's a vulnerability? Some way to get at her and at Kaiser through her?

Maybe. We could always go after his kids, he's still got custody of his son from his previous marriage.

Mhm. ideas, ideas. Anyways, I better wrap this up by now, get Aisha back to the bunker.

I agree. I want my buttpillow.

Curses! I wanted to try her butt out first!

There, there, big bro, you still got to fuck her virgin ass.

Eh, true enough. I still demand to have her model for me, though.

Wouldn't you just need to take a single look and go from there?

Yes, but she doesn't know.


It's a short trek back, mainly thanks to both you and Aisha teleporting, again, and soon you're back inside the clothes-free zone of your inner sanctum, Aisha bouncing onto the bed and crawling to cuddle up to Sarah, who has taken a laptop onto her lap in the time since you last saw her.

"There you two are. Everything went well, I hope?"

"Please, like we wouldn't have told you if it didn't. Anything new on your end?"

"Eh, this and that." One hand securely groping Aisha's butt, who is grinning happily, Sarah stretches a little. "So, you looking to get anything else done tonight, or do you just wanna cuddle a bit?"


"I'll be honest, I kinda want to dig deeper into Kaiser's divorce. Make things personal when the time comes, you know how people can get over fucked up relationships."

"Hah, figures you'd go for a mother with a living child to round out Nora's fucked up situation."

"Hey, that's not fair to her, her son did well for himself and all."

"Still, do you have something for milfs? Can hardly wait to knock us all up?"

"Not gonna lie, I've been thinking about it. Thing is, children are a lot of responsibility and work. On the other hand, I've always wanted to have a big, happy family, and the image of you and our deal little pet her lying there with swollen bellies would have me hard as diamond if I wasn't actively suppressing my boner. So yeah, maybe I do have a thing about this, or maybe I just enjoy the thought of really fucking Kaiser Boy by adopting his children as our own."

"..."

"..."

"... Wow, I never expected you to have put this much thought into this."

"Please, I basically raised you, of course I'd actually think about it before I formed an opinion."

"You know, I always used to think I'd never become like my mom, but fuck it, I'd totally have kids with you, big boy."

"Thank you, Aisha." Cuddling your little sweetie a little, you forcefully get back to the topic. "Anyways, Purity. What exactly do we know?"

"Yeah, Kayden Anders, she kept the last name, works as an interior designer. She's been keeping her distance from the E88 when in costume, raising her and Kaiser's daughter. His son is still in regular contact with her, from what I could find out.

She's not well-to-do per se, but she makes enough to keep a household running, at least. Back to her cape identity, she stills calls herself Purity and didn't change up her costume, so few, if any, are actually aware she's trying to rebrand as a hero."

"Kinda sad. Like, it's not that hard to manipulate public opinion at least a little, we do it all the time."

"Shush, you. Her main target remains the ABB, though she's remained an infrequent enough nuisance Lung doesn't really bother with her, and the rank and file have learned to hide rather than keep running when she comes calling. I'm thinking her trigger event might be related to her fixation on asians somehow, though I don't want to extrapolate too much on that front."

"Mhm, good enough. I assume we got her address, job timeplan, that kinda stuff?"

"Got it all here, bro. Guessed the required passwords of the firm she works for, wasn't too hard, they're connected to the net all over the place, and her address is a matter of five minutes of internet searching. You want to go take a look right away?"


Sliding up to the building before you, you take a moment to take it in. Looks pretty nice from the outside, though nothing more than above-average when compared to neighboring buildings when it comes to looks, really.

Squeezing under the door, you find this to be a running theme for the place; nothing truly spectacular, but nice to look at all the same. You're not sure whether that speaks of deliberate design in a city like Brockton Bay or just mediocrity, in this case, being a firm of interior designers pretty much mediating clients towards their people, but then again, you aren't here looking to hire someone on to spruce up a few of the bunker's rooms.

You're here to snoop and spoop, as a naked Aisha called it before cuddling into your equally naked sister, and so snoop and spoop you shall.

At least there isn't as much ground to cover this time, and no noteworthy security, either.

Purity's office, as you find, is fairly standard, as these things go. Nice furniture, comfortable-looking chairs for both herself and any clients she meets, the windows, you imagine, giving a lovely view whenever the sun is up (or as lovely as a sight on this city can be, anyways) and what looks like a few reference books arrayed in darkly-colored shelves along the wall, with the odd potted plant giving it all a sense of actually being lived in.

It's not, of course, you recognize the plants as kinds that look nice while requiring minimal care from your own home growing up, but you immediately suppress those memories and instead concentrate on the light layer of dust lying on the book themselves, though the room is kept clean and probably cleaned regularly otherwise. Heck, most people likely wouldn't notice, that's just you and your very enhanced senses, but yeah, these books are decorative.

Not that you'd expected otherwise, honestly; who actually ready books like that in this day and age, when it's much easier to just look whatever you need up on the internet? Like, schools and universities still assign reading and all, sure, but outside of that context, it simply doesn't make much sense.

Now, as for her desk... oh yeah, this chair is really comfortable. Anyways, back on track, what's good ol' Purity got lying around here, hm?

Not that much of interest, to be honest. Bunch of office supplies and such in her drawers, as well as a few unfinished floor plans. To be expected, but not particularly interesting to you.

Her computer, on the other hand, was quite interesting, as was the little standup-calendar people can have standing on their desks to the side of it.

Incidentally, her password is ShineTruth246. Honestly better than most you'd come across tonight.

Now, the majority of her work computer contains actual work, which you swiftly glance over, but what really catches your attention is what looks like a digital work diary she seems to be keeping. Bingo.

Looking over the entries of the last few days, it seems she's been about averagely busy, meeting with clients, talking out their wishes, visiting places she was to plan for, what you'd imagine to be the usual for a woman in her position. A few entries stick out, though, personal thoughts and ramblings.

Apparently, one of her 'acquaintances', a certain Justin, approached her for what he claimed to be a professional consultation, something she doubted and declined on account of believing him to have been sent by 'that conniving bastard'. Classical divorcee thought process, if you had to say, and therefore highly likely this Justin is a cape in the E88 that probably used to be close to Kayden.

That's one data point for Sarah, sent immediately thanks to your telepathic powers.

Next off, a decent bit of gossip and thoughts about her co-workers, most of which you simply skip over, as, again, it's not particularly interesting, though you get invested again when you spot repeated mentions of a 'Bill', and how Kayden considers him somewhat of a creep despite having to deal with him regularly.

If you had to guess, he might be in some kind of administrative position, as otherwise she could simply avoid him just like Mikey, who she calls 'a sweetheart, but still one that gives her the willies, sadly'.

More interesting is the latest entry on him, the one where she describes how she eventually agreed on a date with him just to get him to leave her alone already, and lo and behold, the calendar is marked for... April 2nd, practically today, considering it's already past midnight, for somewhat later in the day.

Iiiiinteresting.

Bill, as it turns out, is a fucking motherload, in several ways.

For starters, he's a conspiracy nut. Like, as in, the first site his browser pulls up is a conspiracy board full with absolutely bonkers bullshit.

No, really, you take a moment to read some of that, and if you weren't pretty sure for it to be impossible, you'd suspect to have actively lost a decent amount of brain cells to intellectual suicide.

It really is that bad.

Everything from the Simurgh secretly being a hero, Scion being an evil alien warlord and right over to the merchant Massacre, as your disposal of the gang was being called, being a coverup by robotic moon necromancer lizard werewolves trying to keep the secret knowledge of the gypsy seers secret at any cost.

You're just kinda... scratching your head at that last one.

But yes, ignoring the handful of completely random conspiracy theories concerning you or things you did, some of which actually bringing up interesting points the public doesn't know about to your knowledge, Bill's interest in this field seems to have been stoked by several meetings he'd been privy of between Kayden or, as he eventually found out through several context clues and thorough observation, time comparisons with news articles and sheer dogged determination to see extraordinary things where they do not necessarily have to exist.

In his favour speaks that he actually was right all along, as well as the fact he was entirely willing to redact his earlier speculations whenever the facts spoke against them. That, in fact, seems to be the main reason he's fairly sure one Dorothy Schmidt is the cape known as Night, while he first thought her husband, Geoff, would be Fog, but later redacted that line of thought when the cape was reported to be elsewhere while Geoff was in public.

His observation diary on him devolved into confused ramblings at some point, wondering how to subtly warn him his wife is a dangerous criminal and probably requires professional help.

Similarly, he knows about this one guy, Kyle, built like a brick wall, apparently, that he'd scrounged up footage of speaking with Kayden at some point, and soem careful prodding had revealed enough clues for him to piece together the fact that that nice couple Kayden used to go out with on occasion, Helena and Peter Herren, are in fact Othala and Victor, as well as that niece of Helena's he'd heard about, Tammi, likely being none other than Rune.

There#s a lot of rambling and self-doubt, of course, but hey, the guy kept on stalking these people regardless, and his latest entry in the 'Purity Logbook' mentions he finally decided to take action based on what he knows, to try and get her to promise none of her criminal dealings will affect the people working under Bill's care.

This is getting better and better, honestly.


The rest of the people working here, in contrast, are pretty damn boring, overall. A whole load of actual work, a bunch of porn, not that you're particularly surprised, and more office gossip than you can be bothered to read, which is honestly an achievement with your enhancements.

Yes, yes, very interesting how Caroline is crushing on Mikey, and how much of a dishonest cunt Tamira is. Now, the odd bit about Kayden you still go through the bother of collecting and specifically hunt for it, but most of it is really just office banalities.

Interestingly, it seems like Mikey, the guy Kayden seems to avoid, is quite well-liked all around on account of just being a big softie. Heck, he even bakes regularly and brings the leftovers with him to distribute around the firm more often than not, even keeping a short list of everyone's favorites and making it a point to make more of them to cheer them up whenever they look down.

A note of his about Kayden describes how she seems to avoid him, and he's just trying to give her space- he seems to have experience with people avoiding him sometimes, causing you to rummage through Caroline's office and- there you go, she's got a picture of him.

Huh. He's kind of a big lug of a man, which you suppose might be why he has experience with some people being uncomfortable around him despite the gentle expression on his face in the photo, but you have the feeling there's something deeper in this dynamic than that, and not the vague worry he expressed in his writing about Kayden possibly having been sexually assaulted in the past, not that he ever actually put it into concrete words.

Because Mikey, you see, looks vaguely asian. Probably had an asian grandparent somewhere in the family or something, you're not exactly an expert on genealogy, and Kayden, aka Purity, the woman who explicitly keeps on targeting asian criminals even after seperating from the E88, the woman Sarah mentioned might possibly have trigger trauma relating to asians, avoids this gentle vaguely asian-looking man, and even seems to feel vaguely sorry about it?

Honestly, you don't need to be no Sherlock Holmes to make a few elementary connections here.


Nodding your head to yourself, you take a moment to shadow yourself through the places you've been to here tonight, comparing the rooms to how you remember them being before you went searching through them just in case.

Satisfied you're leaving no obvious traces behind, you leave the building the same way you came, making your way back underground and soon approaching your lair, protected from the sun. Just because you can stand being in the sunlight doesn't mean you like it. On the contrary, even.


Havening returned to your inner sanctum (and, naturally, undressed), you take the time to explain your findings to your sister in person, both of you lying in bed and cuddling Aisha as you do so.

"Mhm, that's honestly pretty great, Gabe. Lots of info you got me tonight."

"Most of that was luck, really. It was entirely a question of how much interesting shit there was to find in the places we visited. So, I'll trust getting their identities and as many details as possible to you for the time being, but what do you think about Purity?"

Sarah blows out some air to think for a moment before answering. "Kayden Anders is... both simple and complicated. I'm pretty sure the whole thing she has about asians is a trigger thing by now, all signs point towards that, so I'll dig a little in her past, see if I can't find anything. Her separation and, I'm pretty sure, Night and Fog's disappearance, as it turns out, coincide with the time she went and separated from Mister Anders, and I believe this'll have been something about her daughter.

Maybe she got cold feet, getting paranoid about her daughter growing up without her in case she gets arrested or killed being out as a villain, maybe she genuinely reflected on the E88's party line and decided she didn't want her daughter to grow up in a world where she oppresses minorities. Could go many ways, really, but the fulcrum is and remains her daughter.

At the same time, she doesn't want to throw off her old identity entirely, so she never actually tried getting a new name, at least, and the whole going after the asians bit goes back to her trigger thing, I'm fairly sure; she sees them as aggressors of some sort, as victimizers, rather than as a minority or anything, so her attacking them isn't still being a nazi, it is going against the worst criminals in the city.

At least that's what my power and my own intuition tell me."

"Thank you, Sarah, that was very helpful. Now, about this Bill..."

"Yeah, that could go really bad, and I'll go ahead and say it likely will. Purity's super paranoid about her daughter, and being on a 'date' under false pretenses with someone telling her anything about them knowing her cape persona, she'll definitely react badly. Either rush right back home or try to get him to shut up, permanently or otherwise, and likely to distance herself from her workplace no matter how it goes. If you wanted to approach her or influence the situation, you could do that, easily, either actually go there yourself to interfere directly or take a bit to 'coincidentally' talk into your phone as you gossip over certain capes where either or both of them can hear, maybe."

"Hmm, or I could just let it play out, have Kayden drive herself into a corner without any interference, and use that against her down the line."

"Or that, yeah. Just staying out of it remains an option."


The time you spent working with the Maid and her many bodies today was... eventful. Yes, that's what you shall call it.

Specifically, you'd decided to try getting better at assuming different roles in casual interaction, a skill you've been using a lot in your various streams, and you're still not quite sure how it happened despite your perfect recollection of events, but the Maid eventually somehow got you to assume a variety of roles for lots of roleplay sex.

Yes, that's right. In just the course of about an hour, you turned from the Usual Master, to the Demanding Master, the Wimpy Master, the Lazy Master all the way over to the Insane Master, the Evil Master and so on, practically permanently boning aspects of your subconscious mind in a similarly large variety of situations.

It was... weird. But hey, at least you learned something. You think. But for now, time to get to drawing and sketching. You need a bunch of artwork for that auction idea, and the prospect of just relaxing for a while as you commit to your hobby is a nice one.


For about half a day, you let your creativity flow onto the paper in your little art studio, drawing scenes and views both reconstructed and freely imagined based on what you saw in other places.

You stick to a few themes, but you do go pretty wild within those, reasoning that cohesive 'sets' should work better for your purposes. Specifically, you go with several landscapes and such from both of the different dimensions you've been to so far, as well as distinct scenes from the war you pretty much led against humanity back in Thule. To diversify things a bit, you also put a lot of magical effects breaking reality in their own ways down onto paper, both those you caused yourself and what you saw others do, and lastly you added a few pieces detailing a bunch of cute and cuddly things in the vein of that one picture you once drew, about a giant bunny with giant chicks and all.

You're especially proud of your portrayal of the Border Fortress and the mountain range surrounding it.

Now, with all of these finished, you'd best pack them up properly, then make sure to have the others look them over, think about how to best use them at an auction, all that kinda stuff.

Man, your work really is never done, huh? Still, you had some great fun. You should do something like this more often, really. Maybe even invite some of the others, make it a family thing.

"Hey, these are really good!" Kate says, making Sarah strut over to the side desk you went ahead and spread the pictures at.

"Mhm, kind of a shame to just sell these off, but I guess it's not like we couldn't just have you draw something even better if we want something to keep, huh?"

"With these kinds of sights, that's not even in question," You half-joke, gently stroking along your lovely girlfriends' sides.

"Hah. But yeah, I'd say these should do to get an actual auction going, right?"

"One moment," Sarah holds up a finger, "I got some of the details right here..."

It takes her a second, but she soon comes back with some pre-prepared documents. "Now, I suppose these should be enough, in addition to the work you've done on stream so far, to make this a proper high-society event, if we want. Now, how exactly do we pull this together? We have a few options in terms of venue, advertising, all that stuff, as well as the date we actually do it. Best to clear all of that up now, and it'd be great if you could get some more pictures to sell off before then, just to make it an even bigger thing. The more, the better, you know how it is, and if we have too much, we can always keep a set for another time."

"Alright, so summary, we're holding the auction on the 10th, renting the Forsberg Gallery for it, and until the time comes, we're having a few of the girls advertise on PHO, make a thread for it and all, the works." Kate says, ticking parts of the plan off as she speaks.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll figure out who we need to send invitations to. We'll have to choose the right proxy and all, but it's not like we don't have enough to choose from." Sarah nods to herself.

"And when it all actually happens, I'll be sure to mingle amongst the guests as one one of the museum's staff, maybe use one of my powers to disguise myself."

"Oooh, can we also stream the event, make it so people can participate or later on watch through the internet?"

"I don't see why not, just be sure to have someone that actually knows what they're doing controlling the cam switches."

With all of that cleared up, and a bit of impromptu making out between the three of you when Sarah begins groping Kate and Kate begins groping you, the three of you break up, several things demanding everyone's attention all the time.

"Hey Emily, how you doing?"

"Mngh," Emily answers, holding up a hand as she swallows a mouth full on pastry, "Hey Gabriel, just been hanging out a bit. Was just meeting with Okita, she's pretty funny."

Oh. Huh. You know, you'd never really thought about what it means you just have everyone living in here, but it's kinda a given they'd meet eventually unless everyone just kept sitting in their own rooms all day.

"That's good to know. Okita needs more friends, I think, even if she wouldn't understand why."

"Yeah, she's just kinda... living in her own world, I think."

"Well, you're not wrong. That said, once you get how she thinks, she's just fine to get along with. But enough about Okita, let's talk about you. What have you been doing in your free time?"

"Uhm, just surfing on the internet, eating Ethan's pastries and meeting people, pretty much. Why you askin'?"


Sitting back relaxedly, you vaguely gesture towards your surroundings. "Oh, nothing much, I've just been worrying you'd get bored staying down here all the time."

"Oh, uh, it's no biggie, really. Beats slumming it on the streets, anyways."

"I can imagine," you smile humorously, "I remember doing the same for a few days after getting my powers."

"No shit?" Emily laughs a little. "Kinda weird to imagine you claiming your own little ally in those suits you always wear."

"Better yet, It was a little bit of the sewers, and I actually was wearing a suit."

She actually has to laugh at the picture you're drawing, though not physically so, this time.

"Yeah, still don't believe it. But yeah, there's a bunch of stuff to do even down here, so really, no need to worry about my boredom."


"That's great, really. So, let's sample some of the wares together, huh?"

"Sure, I'd like that. Wanna watch silly cat videos together while we do that?"

"I'd love to, Emily."

For some reason, she blushes at that last part, and again when you sit right next to her, cuddling up to her like you usually do to people you're watching stuff with, but soon enough you're feeding her those pastries Ethan made in-between munching down on some yourself.

Honestly, this isn't the worst way to spend some time, though she seems pretty disappointed when you eventually get up, the time of Purity's date with Bill nearing, and excuse yourself for the day.

Time to decide how you're playing this.


It is with the Imitator, pretending to be a random bystander of the appropriate age and clothing, as well as in close telepathic contact with Sarah, who had been rather... enthused... to fiddle with your face earlier, applying some makeup to make sure that even transformed into a 40-year-old well-built man carrying just a little bit of extra weight you wouldn't be recognizable as yourself, that you board the bus Kayden Anders is taking in order to get to that little 'date' the overly nervous conspiracy theorist invited the supervillain to in the hopes of clarifying that he wouldn't stand for her dragging the firm into her illegal dealings.

Really, if you weren't so busy using the situation for your own ends, you'd be tempted to have a good laugh about it and share it with PHO. But as you are, you don't have much choice other than simply get in after the mousy brunette you've identified as the person of interest for you here and going through your plan.

It's honestly not that hard, for a man of your talents.

"No, really, dear, I'm telling you they really are better than what we've had in the Bay for a long time," you explain, as though an actual older man sharing his 'political' views with his wife. "Sure, they're criminals, but they're a decent kind. Don't trouble no honest folk and stay away from the worst of it."

"Really, but you still shouldn't talk like that, dear," the kindly older woman Imitator is pretending to be lays a hand on yours, "they're still criminals, you said it yourself."

"Yes, yes, but at the same time, they're a marked improvement over all the other criminals in the Bay." Shaking your head sadly, you look at her, though you make it a point to keep an eye on the others in the bus before continuing with a sigh. "You remember that old couple, the Morenos? Best italian I ever ate, I tell you, but a bunch of skinhead thugs show up and threaten to rough them up, talk about their little girl, of course they left the Bay as soon they could."

You make to spit to the side for a moment before your 'dear's' look stops you, looking a little sheepish instead. "You see what I mean, right? Nobody likes to have the big gangs around, not really, so these newfangled capes can only really be an improvement."

"Oh, how can you be so sure of that, then? Nobody really knows anything about them, they could be just as bad as everyone else."

"Ah, but they clearly don't concern themselves with whoever wants to join them, they're open to all comers. Even previous enemies, given that one tinker, Squealer or what was it, that used to run with the wrong crowd for a few months before becoming part of them."

"Really, dearie, we've already talked about this. There is no official word on where the girl is, and the little fight with the Empire doesn't prove anything."

"I've told you time and time again," you half rant, half joke, "there was concrete proof she was part of that fight, and on the side of the Crypts. I've never been wrong about things like this!"

"Yes, sweetie, yes, you do like to say that."

"I foresaw the strikes that ended up with the Graveyard, didn't I?" You scoff, sighing sadly this time. "Not that that was a great feat, mind you. What did they expect, trying to keep the same profits no matter what with reduced shipping? Cutting down on everything they could was the obvious solution, except you can cut corners only so much before things start to break. And salaries?"

Slapping your hands on your thighs, you lean back. "Salaries especially tend to break things when cut and their receivers feel treated unfairly."

"Come now, dearie, let's not talk about that old horse, it's been beaten to death more than enough, by you and others."

"You're right, of course. Easy to rant about it, hard to fix. But back to what we were talking about, the new capes, right? I'll say it right now, it's almost like the Marche are coming back. Not the same, of course, but they don't have to be, either. They're making things better. Controlling crime where it's clear to anyone with eyes that trying to make it all go away isn't ever working out, anyways."

Kayden, who's been listeing with an absent look in her eyes, blinks at this point, realizing the bus arrived at her stop and getting off. Mission accomplished, you'd say.

Of course, you keep on driving on a bit further, ranting on about this or that, before the 'two old dears' routine gets off the bus itself and soon disappears in an unlit alleyway, never emerging again.

Time to get back home.


"So, how'd things go?" Sarah asks, languidly stretching in your bed with her work laptop, Aisha nowhere in sight.

"Pretty well, everything worked out, in the end. Now all we need to do is wait and observe the situation, with any luck, it'll have had the effect we wanted. Now, I recently realized there is a significant lack of sex in this room, a great issue we should correct post haste."

"Mhmm, I fully agree. Let the legend of the Alabama Ranger grow ever stronger."

"People on the net still on about that?"

"You look at this and tell me." Shifting her laptop, a big, fat triangular warning sign is displayed on it, your face smiling back at you from the middle of it.

Underneath, text is displayed explaining the whole thing to you. 'Warning! The Alabama Ranger Is A Dangerous Individual. If Seen, Hide All Sisters In Basements!'

"What the fuck."


You and Sarah take a moment to go get Kate, who is generally happy to take a break from riding herd on the girls, before you take stock of the state of your knowledge of the enemy.

"Alright, so we know Kaiser and Purity are Max and Kayden Anders, respectively, as well as the still intact couples of Night and Fog as Geoff and Dorothy Schmidt and Victor and Othala as Peter and Helena Herren, respectively, with Helena's niece or similar identified as Rune, or Tammi Herren."

"Man, that's a very... white trash kind of name."

"I'm not disagreeing. Sarah, you want to do the rest?"

"Yes, please. Alright, so Hookwolf is one Brad Meadows, with his little friend Stormtiger also known to us as a Kyle Roose, though we don't actually know Cricket's identity. Krieg, as we have found out, is James Fliescher, as well as the E88's speaker with the Gesellschaft, from my research."

"Oh, really? How's that look, actually, does he have a secret Gesellschaft phonograph in his basement or something?"

"Nah, he actually comes to them in person, I'm pretty sure. He's head of a small pharmacy chain, in turn connected with and supplied by Medhall, unsurprisingly, and he's also head of a family, father of three, goes on vacation twice a year with them. Of course, he tells people in his company he's off to a bunch of places, South America or Paris, I've read through the emails, but according to flight records, that's a blank-faced lie. He always goes to London, twice every year, for nearly twenty years."

"Yeah, bit circumstancial, but I see where you're coming from."

"All that's left is Crusader and Alabaster in terms of unknown identities, along with Cricket, and Alabaster's kind of obvious if he ever went anywhere in the open."

"Mhm. We could either try to finagle those last few identities, or we could just ignore them for now, none of those are really all that important, in the grand scheme of things. In that case, we could try to find out more about the E88 people, get into their heads a little, or decipher more details about their structure as an actual criminal enterprise beyond the capes. Or, of course, see about assassinating someone. That's always fun, especially as long as we can ensure nobody knows it was us."


"You know, it's kind of a shame you missed out on spying on the nazi twins last time you visted Medhall, isn't it? They're rumored to be Kaiser's arm candy and all, but we can't be sure of anything quite yet before we get more info."

"Mhm, sure, I wouldn't mind getting a little better acquainted with the walking pairs of tits. Suppose I'll go take a look, then. Oh, and before I forget, could you do me a favor and ask around if any of the others want to go on a group date later tonight?"

"Sure, sounds fun. You go spy on some nazis for now, we'll take care of the rest."

It doesn't take you long to get back to the Medhall building, having used your owl form to stay well above line of sight of pretty much anyone that might wonder about how an owl is in the middle of the city.

Now, how shall you infiltrate the penthouse level and find your targets? You could just shadow in and use your bloodsight to search for any two human-sized organism in relatively close proximity, though checking all hits out might take a bit. Alternatively, you could stay in your current bird form, just circle the building a few times until you can spy someone inside that about fits the description Sarah gave you.


Well, shadowform hasn't let you down yet, so you may as well get into it.

Heh.

But somewhat more seriously, you go on ahead and land on the roof, morphing first back into your original form, then into your least physically present one.

Making your way down and inside, you soon begin looking around, using the powers allowing you to sense things to their fullest.

At first, you discount the two bodies getting very close to each other indeed, but when a cursory search reveals nothing of interest, you get back to check through every room on principle.

Suffice to say, you feel a little stupid about that, given the pair of twins coming out of the shower and into the well-heated living room.

Entirely naked, of course.

"Really, why do you even bother with those glasses? Not like they make you look any sexier than we already are."

"No, but they're great for letting people tell us apart easier. I want them to know which name to scream when, Ness."

'Ness', or Nessa, as you suspect, shakes her head with a smile, the two of them soon sprawling onto the couch, limbs entwined as you watch from a corner of the room.

"Oh, I love this part of our evenings," Jessica says, taking what looks suspiciously like a tub of icecream from a small freezer box laid to the side, Nessa turning on the news in the meanwhile.

Scooping up a ball of icecream with an actual ice cream scoop, Jessica deposits it in the crook of her crotch as she sits upright, trapping the icy treat just atop her vulva with her thighs.

"Because they're nice and slow, or because of the ice cream?" Nessa grins up at her, lying down as she is in order to get at the ice cream and lick away at it sensuously, rather obviously soon arriving at her twin sister's pussy, from how she moans, the ice cream slowly melting and running down to give it some extra flavor.

Well, at least now you know what they have that couch cover for.


Well, looks like the wonder twins will be busy here for a while yet, so you'll just leave them to it here while you go have a look around.

You know exactly how distracting hot incestuous sibling sex can be, so you doubt they'll be coming elsewhere anytime soon... except maybe for the bedroom or something, which is why you'd best go take care of that one first.

Funnily enough, your ransacking of the laptop you found inside the bedroom is quite fruitful, passwords and such already saved into it and automatically input whenever you need them.

For once, aside from some personal information you make sure to relay to Sarah, such as lots of lesbian incest and 'incest' porn on the laptop, a few forums on the topic of incest and several sex shops among the favorites saved inside the browser, one of the emails sent by one 'IronEmp123' mentions what sounds suspiciously like a nazi rally to be held tomorrow night, with the exact time and place added so that 'you two bumbleheads don't forget again'.

Well, you'd call that usefull info. The way Kaiser talks to them could be either depreciative or, as you suspect, joking. You don't keep an organization filled with capes together by randomly insulting your people, and Kaiser may be many things, but not absolutely retarded.

... Actually, is it you, or is it getting pretty hot in here? Bit sudden, but you just noticed what feels like the temperature changing.

Shadowing your way inside the living room again, you can't help but stare at what you find.

... You'd heard of getting hot and heavy, but this is the first time you've seen someone take it that literal.

To put it simply, the living room is on fire, said fire looking to have spread from a few knocked-over candles, Jessica holding a few more of them and holding them into the flame surging from the cupboard to the side.

Suffice to say, the end up melting more often than not, but hey, she's managing to light them up, so... success?

"Sh' good, c'n do waxy play shoon."

Nessa, sitting on the by now significantly more soiled couch, is pouring what you suspect to be more of what they'd been drinking onto her pushed-together legs. "Greash, 'm ready heah, too!"

Yeah, this is... shit, shit, shit, fire's spreading pretty hard, with the occasional splash of alcohol only fueling the flames as both of them occasionally take a moment to get themselves wet with alcohol for the other sister to slobber off of them.

This, uh. This may be bad.

Shit, shit, shit. Well, okay, how could you justify being here to get tis fire under control?

Hushing right out to the hallway, you follow your recollection towards the fire extinguisher hanging two doors over, grab it once you've got a body to do it with, adjust your suit a little, and get right back to the door.

A few good kicks, and you're in. Didn't even need to draw on too much of your superstrength, the doors in here aren't even that strong.

"What is this! I came expecting to find fellow connoisseurs of incest, not a room on fire! Hopefully my incest sense hasn't steered me wrong!" You shout as you begin letting loose on the fire, the extinguisher's foam covering the corner of the room that's emanating heat.

... Also, you feel kinda dirty after this. You thought it'd be funny, and it kinda was, but you really don't want to reduce your relationship with Sarah to a cheap joke like this.

"Sha Inshest Man!" "Noh, Ababa Rangeh!"

Man, this is going to be either a great idea, or an incredibly bad one. At least the fire's going down.


"I am honored you recognize me, but I feel you need a lecture on the dangers of open flames during glorious incestuous sex."

"Nuooh! No lecshures!"

"Weh aboud do have a pahdeh!"

"No! No parties until you've learned your lesson! You have to be careful with fire!"

"Oooh, we gunna ged shpanked?!"

"Shpanky panky?"

"Maybe later, for now, let me explain why open fire is a bad idea, especially when drunk!"

"Ahmod drung!"

"Uah drung!"

Ugh, naked drunk twins insisting you're the one that's drunk. This can't get any better, can it?

"Shoopid Bama Man!"

Ugh, and now they're pouting.


"Alright then, you wanted it. The 'stubid Bama Man' will just have to spank you as punishment!"

"Whee!" Is all Jessica gets out, before her sister pushes her over, grabbing her by her waist. The moment you sit on the only lightly singed and quite wet couch, she throws her over onto your lap with a resounding "Ooof."

"Shug losh shome weight."

"Fugg yoh, you!"

"Girls, girls, no arguing. The less you misbehave, the more I can spank you."

"Mash shensh- Ugh!" With a nice little clap, you strike Jessica's buttocks, leaving a bright red handprint that slowly fades as you raise your hand again, bringing it down on her backside repeatedly to her vocal enjoyment of the situation.

"Yesh! Ahm a baDUGH girlh!" As you silently work away at tenderizing her butt, she gets quite wet, slowly oozing her girlcum onto your pants and spreading her legs a little so you can't help but swat her puffy folds with every swing, making her happily moan and grunt- at least until her sister steps around to grab for her head, twist it to the side and force her twin to eat her out as she stands before you, her legs also slightly spread to faciliate the exchange.

"Really, such a bad girl you are, getting me all wet. I'll just have to punish you harder now, won't I?" As you speak, you begin to idly scoop up some of her lubrication, smearing it onto her red and enflamed globes before smacking them again. From her happy wiggling, she seems to like it, at least.

Her sister, meanwhile, grabbed herself two bottles of beer, drinking from one while speculatively eyeing the other.

"'ey! 'Ey! God an ideuh. Whad if... whad if Ah helb you punish heh? Gan I ged my durn, shen?"

"Go ahead. In fact, if you do well, I'll even punish you extra hard afterwards."

"Yeshhh!" Pulling her sister's head away a little, Nessa crouches down before her, an impressive display of coordination, given how hammered she is. "Jesh, 'ey Jesh, 'membah dat dime bwen we had dat pardeh wish she oshers, wish you dong dat shing?"

Poking the bottle at her face, she grins. "Baybagg dime!"

Jessica is mostly just trying to foces enough to actually look her sister in the eye, but eventually gives up, just gagging around a little trying to suppress her moans and reaching back with the hand not trapped against you underneath her body, grabbing her asscheek and pulling it to the side slightly, clearly revealing her cutely winking anus. Nessa, still grinning with a slightly malevolent undertone, uncorks the bottle with her teeth as she gets into position behind her sister, you spanking hand ungently massaging the free buttcheek.

With a sudden motion, Nessa turns the bottle upside down and, before its contents can spill out, securely presses its opening against her sister's asshole, roughly shoving it down and letting what you think is some kind of wine drain down the wrong opening... not that Jessica seems to mind, moaning like a whore as it happens.

You just watch a little, fondling the twin's pussy where it peeks out below where her sister's at work.

"Thash righ', ung? Whoda cheap whurr now, heh?" When you thought she was just letting it all go down for a moment, Nessa proves herself to be perfectly active and direct, twisting and shoving the bottle deeper before withdrawing, sodomizing her twin sister with it.

From the renewed fluids dropping down her legs as she does so, a situation taht greatly turns her on.

"Thash righd, an' when ahm done, ahm gunna dring aaall da best booshe righ from da besh blase!"

Huh, so that's the plan, then, you ponder as you idly play with Jessica's tongue with your free hand.

"Mhmm, wait a second." Taking hold of the bottle, you gently rock to to all sides very slightly, making Jessica moan out anew. "Why don't we give the booze a little... special note?"

It takes a little creative rearranging, but soon enough, you have Jessica hanging over the couch's backrest happily, her butt pointing at just the right angle with the bottle still in, visibly clenching around it.

Fiddling your dick out is a matter of moments, with Nessa whistling appreciatively at the sight. "Shash a nice an' gud shdud, Jesh. Gunna fugg yoh nishe an'... nishe."

Chuckling a little, you carefully remove the bottle with a few twists, Jessica panting as you do. "Yeah! Yesh! Fugg me gud lige a gud gihl! Fugg my aaash!"

Without further ado, you pull the bottle out, making a nice plopping sound as you do, and jam your dick into her ass in one brutal stroke, her legs wiggling a little as you do. Nessa, leaning over her sister, begins groping and kneading her asscheeks, her face watching everything happening from as close as she can without getting in the way.

"Yeeesh, he'sh gunna mix an' ref... rer... reffen it, an' shen add she last ingrdiunh, and shen Ah'm gunno get SHO drung from id... Do id hardah, shdud! Mage my shluddy shishdah shqueal!"

Agreeing with her suggestion, you let out a hearty laugh as you really pound into Jessica, your balls slapping into her wet pussy with every thrust, and after just a few minutes of thorough pumping, Nessa cheering you on in her drunken slur, you bury your full length inside Jessica's pliable rectum, spurt after spurt of your cum pushing into the wine already there and repeatedly pushed back by you.

"Yeeesh, an' now, an' now, gimme!" All but pushing you to the side, Nessa kneels where you just stood, your amused gaze met by the sight of her deliciously licking along her sister's asshole as she lets it all out... or rather, has no strength to keep any of it in.

Midway through, though, she gets distracted by the sight of your shiny dick next to her, and in short order begins alternating between drinking from her sister's ass, licking up her pussy and fellating you before pushing you to rut into her sister's ass again for a few moments.

Pushy drunks, you swear...

Still, eventually, it's all over, both Jessica and Nessa perhaps even more drunk than when they started setting things on fire and one ass thoroughly fucked up.

"'Ey! 'Ey! Name'sh Neshah, thith my shishtah Jesh, wanna gome hid up deh town togethah?"

Talk about sudden, there.


For a moment, just a moment, you weigh your options. On the one hand, running around the city with two severely drunk supervillains with Fenja and Menja's power is... perhaps not the best idea. That you're also doing it in your civilian identity is perheps even worse.

But on the other hand, they're also sufficiently drunk that maybe, just maybe, you could get them to spill the beans about their 'coworkers'. Also, hot nazi twins. That's a big factor.

But a moment cannot last forever, and so you must make your choice, no matter how much you struggle with it.

And thus, in an act of immense will and iron willpower, you smile at Nessa. "Sure, why not?"

You feel like fate just threw a fit somewhere, but you don't really give a fuck.

"Gread, you go grabd da booshe, Ah'll grab Jesh, an' weah'll goh! Oh, an' heah!" Throwing a domino mask in your general direction, Ness goes to grab... Oh for fuck's sake, she's taking the helmets the twins wear out from underneath the couch, a secret compartment sliding out to give her access.

"Gahn'd have dah Bama Langer go 'roun' like dadd!"

Absolutely nothing could go wrong with this.

It is with no little increduility that the security guards try to stop your motley little crew consisting of one Alabama Ranger naked except for a mask and a cowboy hat help up only by his erection, one naked lesbian nazi twin and one more lesbian nazi twin slung over the shoulder of the first, mumbling incoherently, but you don't let it bother you.

You also let Nessa deal with it, though.

"Miss Biermann, you can't-"

"Shaddup 'boud whad we gan or gan'd deh, fuggah! Y'ur nod dah boss of us! DAAAH!"

Screaming aloud, Nessa warps and enlarges herself, shouldering the security guy aside before grabbing you and putting you in the same hand as the one she's using to hold her sister.

Moments later, you're off, the still growing giantess bursting out the wall and jumping all the damn way to street level, with you holding on as though for deal life and doing your best to keep ahold of Jessica, lest she simply falls right off.

If you're cheating a little with a power that lets you adhere to stuff to do that as well as to keep the cowboy hat where it belongs, well, nobody knows, nobody cares.

"Wheh we goin', lil' bwiend?"

Thinking fast, you point in the general direction of the docks.

"Go towards the docks, we can find a few pubs this way to get more booze from!"

"Moah booshe!"

With a sudden lurch, the drunk nazi giantess sets a foot onto the street, causing even more of a panic now that she's not holding still (aside from the swaying), but soon comes to a halt as she encounters... a red light.

"Boop Boop!" Her shout is loud enough to temporarily deafen someone from up close.

You sigh.

It is a curious sight that would greet a curious passerby on that fine evening leaning towards night, the sparse lights around the area not enough to really see everything, but sufficient to make out the rough of it.

Specifically, the sight is that of what might be called a giant playboy model jumping above the buildings lining the street, cracking asphalt as she impacts the streets over and over again, all the while 'arguing' with someone held in her hand.

"What about traffic law? You were just following it!"

"Vroom Vroom! Ah'm shpeedin'!"

"Think of your sister!"

Johnny's Bar And Diner, or just Johnny's as it was called by the regulars frequenting it (and usually being the only pones frequenting it), and not much of a diner at all, was experiencing the biggest commotion it had ever since the riots that caused the emergence of the boat graveyard partially started in the locale.

To be fair, few buildings are usually evacuated by a man wearing nothing but a mask and a cowboy hat screaming "Watch out, she's coming! Everybody out, now!"

His warnings, at least, were harkened due to his obvious... cape-ishness, with the odd stubborn bar patron convinced through being physically dragged out after getting a good hit to the head. Not that any of them had it in them to complain, given they were then standing right underneath what some might describe as a man's deepest dream, though many others would smack them over the head for saying it.

A giant vagina. Literally.

Of course, the several stories tall woman then proceeded to physically wrench the entire bar off the ground with her bare hands, proceeding to tear a hole into the crumbling front before slamming it onto her already armored head.

"Shere! Bar cwawl! Bar cwaaawl!"

The mysterious stranger that warned them was then promptly grabbed by a giant hand, a certain amount of resignation in his posture.

"Off do advendah!"

"Watch out you don't step on anyone!"

Suffice to say, heads were scratched.

Sophia, Missy thought, was just as much of a bitch as always, but even more so ever since she was on permanent console duty.

"Emergency call on 17th and Sussex Road, get over there."

At least she'd stopped calling everyone names, but she was still bitching at anyone within earshot so long as no adults were around. And it was much harder just avoiding her due to her house arrest, meaning she could be counted on to be in the Wards' area whenever not on console duty, her own room apparently 'too shitty' to spend her time in.

Grinding her teeth, Missy nonetheless nodded towards Kid WIn, the both of them using their mobility (her power and his hoverboard) to get one street over.

Only to be confronted with a giant naked woman, a normal-sized naked woman clinging to someone, and that third someone, a nearly naked man.

Missy suppressed the urge to physically run all the way to console and smack Sophia right across the mouth.


It was somewhat of a surprise when, of all things, a Wards patrol consisting of Vista and Kid Win is the authorities' response to your drunk/naked rampage, but hey, live, lemons, lemonade. May as well make the best of it.

So when Vista stops to stand in the middle of the street and calls out "Halt! You're under arrest!" What you do is not panic at the situation, you insstead pour more gasoline onto this dumpster fire.

"THE ALABAMA RANGER GREETS YOU!" You scream out from where you stand on Menja's hand, really putting your all into it. "HE IS MERELY OUT ON A BAR CRAWL, AS YOU CAN SEE WITH THE BAR!"

Pointing upwards at the 'portable bar' on Menja's head, you nod.

"Yeahsh, jusht... jusht booshe!"

Poor Kid Win seems to be having a complete shutdown, though maybe that's owed more to the giant naked woman showing off just about everything than anything else. Vista, though...


Young Vista, much to her dismay, was entirely incapable of coherent thought for a brief moment.

This, she would later argue to herself, was not her fault. The situation was entirely out of her control, Kid Win wasn't being any help, and perhaps worst of all, the self-proclaimed Alabama Ranger wasn't just making ridiculous claims, he was also standing there on the giant hand, posing. With his abs winking at her. Winking.

And the cowboy hat was rising and falling as he did so.

Suffice to say, it was all her blank mind could do at this moment to stammer agreement and try to reboot.

"S-sure, go ahead, citizen."

"MANY THANKS, BRAVE LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICER! THE ALABAMA RANGER WISHES YOU A GOOD DAY!"

Absently, a thought ran through Missy Biron's head as the trio of capes disappeared.

You are sooo dead, Sophia.


"Tha wash funneh... shey nevah jusht fugg off when weah dell 'em dooo..."

Silently accepting the praise, you simultaneously begin a telepathic conversation with Sarah, post-haste.

Sarah!

Gabe!

I need help!

What exactly is happening!

Well, I was investigating, but then Fenja and Menja got drunk and set fire to their place, so I pretended to be the Alabama Ranger, spanked someone, fucked Fenja's ass after Menja poured wine into it for her to drink afterwards, and now we're on a naked rampage around the city, Menja stole a bar to use as a hat and I may or may not have hypnotized Vista with the cowboy hat that is all covering my dick right now!

What- Gabe- No! No, Gabe, stop it!

Stop what?

Stop treating reality as though it was some cheap porno!

It wasn't my fault, I swear!

It HAS TO BE!

Anyways, I am about to steer Menja towards intruding on our own territory and demolishing a bunch of buildings, I need you to tell me which areas Henley has had trouble with purchasing or just hasn't gotten around to yet to see if we can't reduce property prices!

GAAAAABE!

"Hey, you know what? I think we should go towards the docks! There's a whole bunch of really stupid buildings in there!"

"Howah shey shoopid?"

"They look dumb and told people your tits sag!"

"MYYYY DIIIIDS AH PEHFEGT!"


It was, all in all, a surprisingly swift and decisive operation the grunt members of the Lord's Street Crypts ended up conducting.

Through a series of phonecalls and word-of-mouth spreading, a decent number of operatives came together with all haste, coordinated by several senior members keeping the situation itself under control.

The situation, that was, of forcefully evicting any and all homeless staying in the abandoned factories so widely used by larger corporations, mostly as tax writeoffs, and gather them to make sure they wouldn't slip right back in.

A decent amount of violence had to be used, of course, few of the homeless happy to go along with the armed gang members (an impromptu gun handout may or may not have occured), but soon enough, they were all free of the buildings and driven off into a safe direction.

Safe from the living demolition equipment a certain gang leader may or may not have organized, to be precise. And, indeed, it wasn't long until a giant bombshell, naked except for what remained of a building apparently once called Johnny's Bar And Diner if the text still readable was correct, began stomping and raining blows onto all the buildings she could see with the hand not busy holding onto what those of them present with good eyesight could barely make out to be two people, all the while drunkenly ranting on about her 'dids'.

At least a decent amount of them managed to snap a few pictures or even get this on video before their overseers for the day urged them on to get into a few hastily arranged cars.

This wouldn't be their last stop, after all, there were lots of places about to be hit with a surprise nazi to the facade.


Victoria Dallon, it had to be said, was not having a good day.

Now, this was not a usual occurence. Normally, her days were alright, oftentimes good, even. But ever since mom saw her watching one of Cain's videos on her computer, she'd been permanently grounded and her internet access revoked. She could still watch on her phone, of course, and both she and her mom knew this, but the point had been made clear.

In fact, the only reason she was allowed to so much as fly outside of the house was the currently ongoing attack, her mom busy at the moment but allowing her to join in on aunt Sarah's group when the PRT asked them for help, as they didn't have anyone nearby the area the villains had moved during their rampage.

Also with them were Crystal and Eric, uncle Neil carried in his wife's arms (though she may or may not be cheating with forcefields). Essentially the entire Pelham side of New Wave plus herself!

Also, aunt Sarah was still upset at her mom about the whole grounding thing, disagreeing with just how completely she was focused on the amusing villain as The Enemy, so if she played her cards right, she may even be able to get that whole thing done and over with!

Widening her eyes slightly, Vicky immediately dived, narrowly avoiding a clump of plaster thrown up in the air. Getting her head back in the game, she focused on the foes before them... trying to ignore their collective state of undress.


"Ugh, floady shiny peoples."

"Actually, leave 'em to me. I know what to do!"

Waiting for the indeed shiny and brightly-dressed members of New Wave to fly in close enough for you to shout out your impromptu speech, you begin 'spreading the word'.

"GREETINGS, ladies of New Wave!" Lady Photon and Manpower throw each other wry looks at this. "I am out on this lovely day with the wonderful incestuous twins of the Empire, and we do not wish to fight you, oh most attractive family of heroes! Instead, I do hope you will hear my message!"

They're throwing each other concerned looks now, but before any of them can question how wise it is to let an unknown cape talk freely (you could be some kinda vocal master, for all they know), you clear your throat and just throw it all out there, rapidly improvising what exactly you want to say.

"Heroes, Villains, People of Brockton Bay! I am the Alabama Ranger, and I am here to preach the wonder that is that sweet forbidden love! The beauty of embracing your family as your true and deepest love! The sisters Fenja and Menja know the glory of incest, and have agreed to help me preach the truth! The sweetest fruit is what they tell you not, why not go give your sister a shot!"

"Yah! Fugging fuggsest! Insesd, sisdah desd!"

"That's right, sweetie. But maybe we should get a move on before they snap out of it."

"Yaah! Vroo Vroom!" With that last exclamation, Menja jumps off, the last view you have of the scene being of a good half of New Wave just kind of floating there, blank-faced. Looks they they all bluescreened at your improvised speech.

Except for Glory Girl, who looks a little thoughtful rather than anything else. Still, time to move on before this turns into an actual fight.

A few wild jumps later, Menja begins to have trouble jumping above the buildings surrounding you, the high-rise district now making up your surroundings less optimal for the kind of rapid movement she's been employing up until now.

"Wha do? Jus' been movin' real fasdah..."

Yeah, good question. You successfully lost the New Wave members trying to confront you, but now you have to figure out what you'll do in the middle of the city...


"We gotta hide now, can't let the Abstinence Patrol find us!"

"Nuooh! Can', can' haff dat. Dun leddem sdeal mah dids!"

Within moments, Menja has started shrinking, with you quickly grabbing for Fenja again and maneuvering the both of you to avoid spallering anyone's head on the pavement when Menja's hand becomes too small to hold you.

Luckily enough, you're entirely capable of carrying her as you jump down, and soon, you have a confused drunk naked twin stirring in your arms.

"Whaz- whaz habb'n?"

"Don't worry, the situation is under control."

"'gay."

You'll just take that as agreement and approval, not that you can really ask, with Fenja going right back to sleep as you carry her.

"Whirr do now?" Fuck, yeah, you kinda need some way to hide or something. Time to get the fuck away from where a naked giantess was last seen!

"Over there, a taxi!"

"Gud idesh!"

Hurrying over towards the taxi a guy with short brown hair and beard is trying to board, you push him inside and close the door before getting into the back seat behind him, Menja already slamming the door on the other side shut and letting you shuffle Fenja around a little so she fits across the both of you.

"This is a robbery slash escape! Driver, step on the gas! Other guy, sorry about getting you caught up in this, but I'll need your wallet."

When they both hesitate, trying to decide what to do, you push things a little by grabbing onto Fenja and swinging her around, maneuvering her head to poke at the front row.

"Today, if you would! I have a villain and I'm willing to use her!" A few pokes with the lolling head of Fenja are all you need to get the car moving.

"Whaz 'appenin'?"

"You're menacing these people into behaving."

"'ink 'm gonna hurl..."

"Hear that? Unless you want to be covered in villain vomit, out with that wallet already!"

With a grimace, the victim of happenstance pulls his wallet out of a pocket, handing it towards the back.

"Here, now please take her away. Also, wear seatbelts already."

Pulling Fenja back, you open the wallet, looking through its contents. From the driver's license, this guy is named Colin Wallis, and this wallet contains a decent few bills.

Suffice to say, you're now a few hundred dollars richer. Every little bit helps.

"'m hurl'n!" Fenja groans out, her breaths growing deeper in preparation.

"There's a few plastic bags, here!" The taxi driver points, grabbing one of them and throwing it behind himself while keeping his eyes fixed on the street.

"Much obliged!" Holding the bag in front of Jessica's mouth with one hand, the other one is busy strapping her into the middle seat, her sister clinging to her other side.

"Yu oggay? Wash Ah doo ruff? Pliss don' hade meh!"

Great, and now she's crying. What was in that shit they were drinking?

"You, keep driving! Don't pay attention to us back here!"

"Where to?" Shit, now the driver's panicking.

That said, he's not wrong, he's just driving onwards for now, but you'd best give him an actual target to drive towards.


"To the Medhall building! Go, go, go!"

With the taxi driving off, tires squealing, you have to exert your hearing to its utmost to make out Colin's words, muttered under his breath, with the background noise and Jessica still vomiting.

"The one day a month I go out..."

The taxi driver makes good on his profession, delivering the lot of you to the front of the Medhall building without needing to ask you for any directions. The facade is still occasionally crumbling down from where Menja dragged both you and her sister right through it, but the elevator works to get you most of the way up just fine.

You may have to climb through the hole from inside to get up to the right floor, but soon enough, you have Jessica and Nessa back in their penthouse apartment, living room just a little messy and fire damaged, but otherwise fine.

Also, Jessica's stopped vomiting by now, so... progress?

"Whash... noahw?" Nessa slurs slash yawns as you carry her twin into the bedroom, a massive plushy abomination of a bed dominating the place.

Now you tell me where you keep your buckets and phones, then you go to cuddle your sister."

"'Kaysh, jusht loog ovah dere..."

It's a bit of a chore actually finding the buckets, but soon enough, you have matching vomit receptacles standing to both sides of the bed, Fenja cuddling into Menja while the latter is drunkenly smashing fingers into her smartphone. Mission success!

That said, you have no idea how long you have until E88 capes, Protectorate capes or any number of stupid shit descends onto this place, so... time to get out of here.

Patting both their heads, you turn to leave.

Hey Sarah, I'm done over here. How're things standing in the wider world?

Beep. The sister you're trying to reach is not available. Maybe try again later when you don't pull bullshit like this?

Very funny, sweetie.


Colin opened the door, the rest of the Protectorate ENE turning to look at him, for a change everyone in the room inside their costume, contrary to him.

Well, except Director Piggot, unless you counted her suit, but she wasn't part of the Protectorate in the first place, so he wasn't counting her at all.

"Hey boss, you out of screening, after all?" Assault asked, in his usual manner.

"Indeed. Initial tests are a tentative clear, so I'm cleared to return to duty."

He missed his power armor, he really did. The lack of the helmet's feed assisting him meant he permanently felt just a moment too slow in daily situation like these. A weakness he was aware of and the reason he took one month a day off to take a walk and do 'normal' things, so he wasn't completely useless without the feature.

Still didn't mean he'd like it.

"If we could get started, then?" Director Piggot asked, prompting him to nod. "It's best we get this over with as soon as possible. Lots of work to do."

"Alright, debrief, people. First off, Fenja and Menja. Only one of them was active during this... rampage, but the capabilities showcased clearly deserve a Mover rating for both of them, making them Breaker/Brute/Mover hybrids."

"A fairly common combination, all things told," Shaun threw in, Colin nodding along.

"It is, but the nature of the Breaker power complicates any fights they are in. Not that they fought at all last night, of course."

"You sure they don't also need a Nudist 8 tacked onto their file?" Ethan joked, his grin audible in his voice and as usual far less funny than he'd like to think he was as he pointed at the picture of the giant naked woman projected onto the wall.

"No, Assault, that aspect of their behaviour isn't a significant enough threat to deserve a threat rating, despite what Kid Win's behaviour might make you think."

"Yeah, about that," Jamie chimed in, appropriately chastising her husband, "how did the Wards patrol confronting them even happen?"

A beat of silence followed the... fundamental question, him and the Director exchanging looks before he answered.

"We currently believe that Shadow Stalker mistakenly assumed the reports of giant naked women was a prank call, sending Kid Win and Vista to investigate as per protocol. When it turned out it really was villains streaking in public, it was too late to do anything before the unconfirmed power interaction took effect."

"Yeah, about that, do we really buy the story? Shadow Stalker's on thin ice already, and that smacks of an excuse." Robin threw in, the speedster leaning back in his seat.

"It better had, given it is an excuse we made up." When nobody said anything, Colin elaborated. "Best bet is, Sophia was just sloppy when she sent them in. Her actually setting her fellow Wards against those odds with malicious intentions is exceedingly unlikely, especially as she knows how thin the ice she is on is."

"Back to the elephant in the room." Director Piggot threw in, the change of topic probably for the best. "The Alabama Ranger."

The impressive grimace on her face said what she thought about the naming scheme already, he'd best jump in.

"Originally a name coined for an unusually attractive man out in public with his alleged sister, videos of them allegedly conversing and later allegedly having sex in a changing cabin as he took her out shopping.

He was later, again, filmed inviting another woman into a sexual relationship with himself and several other women, including his alleged sister, after attaining some minor fame as an impromptu internet celebrity being called the Alabama Ranger after random people on the internet do as they are wont to."

"I hesitate to ask this, but how relevant is this information to this briefing?"

"Quite relevant, Dauntless, given the cape known as Alabama Ranger was later seen and called himself such while being carried around by Menja of the E88."

"The incident already colloquially known as the Alabama Outbreak began around 20 o'clock, in a penthouse apartment in the Medhall building right in the middle of downtown." The director began cycling through what footage they had of the event.

"An obviously inebriated Menja, as it later turned out, dragged Fenja and this man out into the hallway, all of them naked except for the masks and that... cowboy hat, as we can see from this security camera footage." Her teeth were making a truly impressive grinding sound as she said this. "During a brief confrontation with security, Menja ended up using her power to tear a hole into the building's facade, consequently jumping right out the fortieth floor, carrying the other two with her from there on out.

It is at this point that Alabama Ranger seems to be taking over leadership, soon instructing the enormous naked woman, yes, Ethan, very funny, to rapidly jump and run all across the city, first stealing a bar near the docks which Menja then used as an improvised helmet, likely in a drunkenly mistaken interpretation of the term 'bar crawl', as eye witnesses suggested after being evacuated by Alabama Ranger.

Soon thereafter, the... incident... occured whence Vista and Kid Win tried to confront the trio of villains, only to be talked down by Alabama Ranger and if I have to say that name one more time, I will physically beat someone's face in with a broken-off table leg."

Director Piggot took a sip of water, letting the perplexed looks around the room wash over herself like water off a duck's back. "What? I've had to deal with that asshole Cain for far too long already, and he isn't even running around demolishing the city on a drunk bender. Fuck this shit, and fuck the Alabama Fucker.

Now, we suspect he used some kind of master effect on Vista, causing her to be largely incoherent and incapable of reacting for a moment, a similar feat repeating later when New Wave tried stopping him from using Menja to demolish parts of the docks. Vista and Kid Win are still in the M/S tank, we'll likely let them out in time for school tomorrow."

"Uhm, Directorr, are you feeling alright?"

"Fuck you and your good guy act, Shaun, I've been dealing with overtime for the last three weeks trying to keep the chief director and every media outlet the world over off our back because Cain couldn't keep it in his pants, and the moment I get to celebrate he's only doing world changing revelations bi-weekly, this new asshole comes around. You want to know how I feel? Go drink some paint stripper, that's how. Anyways," she continued, clicking to the next still footage, "after they were done possibly mastering half of New Wave, the three slipped away again, only to this time resurface in the middle of downtown, again, Menja turning her power off and the building on her head consequently crashing into the sixth through eighth floor of a nearby office building, luckily deserted at this time of night, right in front of Armsmaster, and I hesitate to read what he wrote in the incident report, taking a walk."

Slamming the folder the thickness of a balled fist on the table, she gave the room a look. "The bar they stole is still hanging there."

Continuing to clip along the footage they had, not that anyone was paying attention, quite a shame, given how much effort he'd put into having his bodycam get as much as possible, she came to a close. "Then they mugged Colin, forcibly took the taxi he'd been trying to board moments before they showed up, and forced the driver to bring them back to the Medhall building, where they then disappeared. And now," she got up, smiling at them all maliciously, "now this is your problem. You figure out whether or not what he did was a master power or whatever his power actually is, because I am officially done with this shit."

Slamming the door open with more force than most would think the woman even capable, she turned around for a moment before slamming it closed again. "And if anyone needs me or you actually have anything beyond wild guesses, you can find me in my office telling Costa-Brown that no, we still don't have anything on the fuckface that cured cancer."

Assault used the silence after the latest door slam to make one of his customary 'jokes'. "Anyone up for sending her a gift basket later?" Only to be, as was equally customary, jabbed in the side by his wife. "Puppy!"

Colin sighed. "Well, let's get to it, figure out whether the cowboy hat did me in."

Scattered laughter proved that yes, his sense of humour was actually funny.


On a certain page of the internet, a certain incident was being discussed by certain people already invested in a certain topic.

But while most of them simply threw around a bunch of shitposts, at most dabbling in the odd meme as people were still reeling from the news, one among them went the extra mile.

To the town of Brockton rode a stranger one fine day.

Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say

No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip

For the stranger there among them had a big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick.

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town

He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around

He's a villain loose and running, came the whisper from each prick

And he's here to do some business with the big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick

In this town there lived an hero by the name of Glory Girl

Many men had tried to take her and that many men were maimed while uninsured

She was vicious and a bruser though a youth of 24

And the notches on her bedpost numbered one and 19 more

One and 19 more

Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around

Was the Alabama Ranger, wouldn't be too long in town

He came here to take a hero and see if she'd give incest a whirl

And he said it didn't matter he was after Glory Girl

After Glory Girl

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Glory Girl

But the hero didn't worry she thought her sister was pure

20 fans had made fanfiction, 20 fans had made a hit

21 would be the ranger with the big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick

The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet

It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street

Folks were watching from the windows, everybody beat their dicks red

They knew this handsome ranger was about to be censored

About to be censored

There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play

And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today

Glory Girl had not started talking 'fore a tingling started in her clit

And the ranger's point was thrusting with the big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick

It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round

There before them lay the quivering cumming body of the hero on the ground

Oh, she might have went on dating non siblings but she made one fatal slip When she listened the ranger with the big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick

Big hat, big hat

When she listened to the ranger with the big hat on his dick

Big hat on his dick

Suffice to say, there was much rejoicing, and slashfics of Glory Girl and her sister received an upsurge like never seen before in the coming days and weeks.


Victoria was nervous, though, admittedly, if there was a reason to be nervous, she couldn't imagine a better one than what she was doing.

Now, to be clear, she wasn't about to do anything... strange, or anything. Nah, she was just asking a question. An entirely innocent and only a little weird in some contexts question.

So first thing she did when she came home, she went to find her sister, Amy just having stayed home throughout the 'fight' as nobody was actually hurt, so she soon managed to corner find her in her room, doing something on her computer, though she was way too hyped up to pay attention to what.

"VICKY! Knock before you come in, dam-"

"Hey Amy, sorry, but I had to ask you a question, and it really, really, absolutely couldn't wait."

Amy, having minimized whatever she was doing to show the weirdly drawn desktop background she had instead, some kind of... weird orange kid with spiky blonde hair(?), swiveled her chair around, brushing an errant strand of hair behind her ear, something Vicky had never really paid attention to, but the motion was oddly c-

No, bad Vicky, head in the game.

"Okay, so, we saw this crazy villain earlier tonight, you know, the reason we were all out and about, and he said some stuff. Pretty sure he was just completely insane, but something about love and-"

"Vicky, you're rambling. Please just get to the point."

"Okay, yeah, the point. I can do that." Vicky swallowed, took a deep breath, and there she went.

"Alright, so, hypothetically, if I were to have... thoughts. About girls. Not that I do, but if I was entertaining them. And if I was up for... experimenting. And thinking about people in my life I could trust with that, and considering you. Would that freak you out? I mean, I trust you, and it'd be totally fine if you didn't want to have anything to do with this, but I'mkindacuriousand-"

"VICTORIA DALLON!" Oh shit, mom was right there!

"AURA!" Oh shit, her aura was all the way up!

"YOU'RE COMING WITH ME RIGHT NOW! I should've known better than to trust you wouldn't be mastered or worse into trying to rape your sister with your aura!"

Oh god, she hadn't been- oh god, oh god, Amy was just kind of staring blankfaced, what did she do?

"You're coming downstairs with me, and we're calling the PRT right now, young lady, and you won't be stepping foot outside an M/S observation room until I am sufficiently sure you won't try anything of this sort ever again, am I clear?"

"Mom! Mom, I'm going downstairs, but could you... could you look after Amy? I think I did something to her, please..."

"Bwuaaah?"

"Yes, I'll stay with her. Go call your aunt, we'll need her help."

Suffice to say, Victoria Dallon had been right to be nervous, just in other ways than anyone involved would have expected.

Nessa cradled her head, the pounding pain coursing through it only made worse by the lecture she, admittedly, completely deserved.

"I told you two, repeatedly, the last time you did something like this! Ingesting any amount of alcohol... like that... is actually really dangerous!"

Helena ranted at her while simultaneously keeping ahold of Jessica, her power hard at work as she made sure she'd be okay.

"I know, and I feel really bad 'bout this. I'd never have done that to her if we weren't completely wasted, okay?"

"Whatever possessed you to nearly kill your sister through alcohol poisoning, even drunk like that?"

"Look, we had this hot stud right there in the living room, he kicked in our door and put out the fire and all, we wanted to play with him, yeah?"

"I still don't believe any of that, by the way."

"'s all true. And then he spanked Jess for being a bad girl, promised me my turn and all, so I 'suggested' I help punish her so I'd get my turn sooner, you know how it is."

"I really don't, aside from the stories you two keep telling me."

"And then, with how completely dumbed down I was, I remembered the last time, that party where Jess did the same thing to me before having the mooks run a train on me, and I thought... 'Hey, why not? Only fair.'"

"Oh gosh, sweetie, you know you don't really hold that against her, right? We had that whole little intervention with Melody to clear the air, it was obvious how both of you felt about the whole thing."

"Yes, yes, I get all that. I just... wasn't thinking that far. Pretty sure I wasn't thinking at all, the thought was just really, really hot, and then he fucked Jess' ass so it'd taste even better..."

"'s alrigh'..." Jess murmured, wiggling her ass a little. "Was really hot, an' we both made it out alright."

Hugging her twin, now vaguely coherent and sitting up after the regeneration did the same wonders it did on herself back when they'd done it to herself, Ness sobbed in relief. "I was so worried when I woke up and you wouldn't respond to anything."

"Shorry 'bout that, 's alright, 's alright." Cradling her head between her breasts, Jessica stroked her hair, an old trick to calm each other down.

"You know, I would say Kaiser will be having a field day lecturing you two, but if you keep this up, I'm not sure even he will have the heart to say anything more."

"Mhm, you think he'll manage to twist this around into working out?"

"You know him. Best bet, he'll likely blame that Alabama Ranger for mastering you or something and just push all the blame onto him."

"Kind offa shame, he was nice. Kept me safe no matter how rough we went."

"If you're feeling better, I'll give Ness the regen, fuck knows she needs it. I swear, if I wasn't around to heal you, the both of you would've halved your IQ each with how much you drink."


Taylor Hebert, sitting in the basement, was doing as she had been for months, though this time in a slightly different context.

First off, the good news. Her suit was about ready! Or mostly ready, at least. Most of the plated exterior was done, all she was still working on was the helmet. She'd never have thought she would be able to get something this polished together just from the products of her power, but here she was, modeling it off of that one picture.

Of course, it was nowhere near as impressive as the inspiration, considering just how hard it was to get beetle shells to stick together into more-or-less complete plates of armor, though at least the overall color scheme wasn't too far off. So what if she had more individual pieces? It'd work, that was what really counted.

Now, the helmet... the helmet would be the real issue, she was pretty sure. That faceplate was completely out of the question, no doubt about that, and the horns just looked massively impractical to her, not to mention how hard they would be to actually make.

She would just have to go with her original plan and use a bike helmet and the lenses of an old pair of swimming goggles, after all, and work the rest out of more insect shells and silk. At least it should go relatively quickly and easily, actually forming the thing so she'd have a mandible-like lower face would be the most complicated, so choosing the best donors among the swarm she was currently controlling and having the other insects thoroughly clean their carapaces by way of feeding them to the rest.

Looking over at the little motivational poster she'd sneaked into the basement, she thought over the newest happenings on the cape scene.

For once, most of the gangs were pretty quiet, even the Crypts seeming to calm down for a few days, finally, Cain satisfied with continuing his weird livestreams for the time being and the gang as a whole content to sit back and relax unless somebody else poked them, something that hadn't happened ever since that short, but brutal fight between Hookwolf and Cain ending in a draw.

The calm was more than made up for, though, by rumours of the Crypts planning an event of some kind inside their territory, as well as...

Taylor sighed. As well as the Alabama Ranger. And it wasn't enough for his cape name to be ridiculous, what with Brockton Bay being in New Hampshire and as removed from Alabama as it could possibly be, no, his costume, as she had seen on what few pictures she could get, consisted entirely of a cheap domino mask and a cowboy hat over his privates.

And, of course, the bombshells he was traveling with, entirely naked except for their helmets. Taylor blushed, remembering her own thoughts upon seeng a certain picture drawn by none other than Cain. Yes, maybe she was a little... interested... in women now, but that didn't change how she felt about her own lacklustre chest and getting an example of those thrown in her face.

That indignation was the only reason she was blushing! Really!

With a sigh, Taylor set a half-assembled mandible aside. Really, though, this newest upheaval meant that the E88 would very likely be out for blood in the coming days, potentially complicating any debut she tried to get going if when she patrolled for the first time. Maybe she'd make sure to steer clear of their territory, after all?

Honestly, she was running out of places she could stick to while making a name for herself. The E88 and ABB had control of most residential districts she was likely to find crime to stop in, and the Crypts were the big unknown she saw no way to avoid for now, unless she was willing to wait a month or two to see how things developed.

... No. She'd been waiting long enough, it was about time she went out there and did something. The time to be a hero was soon approaching.

Soon.


Amy Dallon blinked awake, her confused mind entirely overtaxed by complicated tasks such as 'waking up' before she got at least two cups of coffee poured down her throat.

Stumbling down to the kitchen, she mumbled a half-reflexive "Morning, Mom.", proceeding to grasp for the coffee machine...

Only to realize there was a cup of liquid black life already standing there, ownerless and lonely.

"Good morning, Amy. Go ahead, wake yourself up."

Already halfway to doing so, Amy didn't wait to have her repeat herself, thankfully nursing the cup in short order as she worshipped on the altar of her dark goddess.

Really, the world would simply not be the same without coffee.

As she slowly woke up properly, becoming more and more aware of her surroundings, however, she soon realized something was wrong. Her mother was just sitting in the kitchen, taking much, much longer than she usually did on the weekends, and...

"Where's Vicky?"

"Your sister has to be screened for Master influence. Do you remember anything that happened yesterday night?"

Yesterday night? She was...

"I was in my room, waiting in case anyone needed healing after the call went out. Then... I think Vicky came home?"

Sighing, Carol took a sip of her own coffee. "That's right. Vicky came home and went to come see you right after an unknown cape talked at everyone on the scene, including her. When I came home myself, I could feel her aura all the way from the front door, so I came in expecting a fight."

Looking away, she shook her head. "Instead I found her trying to pressure you into having sex with her aura." Amy was completely frozen stiff, the memory overcoming her like cold water poured onto her from behind.

"I'd heard something about the unknown cape ranting about 'love' and 'incest', so I immediately told her to cut it out and get herself under control, then had her submit to M/S quarantine as soon as possible when she realized what she'd done. You were completely catatonic by that point, maybe some side effect of whatever master power was used combined with her aura, so I just undressed you and tucked you into bed for the time being."

Looking down, yeah, Amy was just in underwear and a shirt. Huh. She usually went to sleep in her pajamas, weird how she hadn't noticed the difference.

Also, oh god, Vicky had been proposing her for sex.

Noting her blush, but most likely mistaking it for coming about for a different reason, Carol kept speaking as Amy tried hiding her face behind her coffee mug. "Come on, I took the day off work, let's go grab Mark watch some cheap comedies."

Amy squeaked, still busy trying to work through the sequence of events inside her head.

"Come on, I just so happen to have a tub of vanilla ice cream here, your favorite brand. It'll be alright, Vicky will be through screening and back just like she always was before we know it."

Amy followed her mom, still trying to come to terms with what had happened. Just not in the way Carol Dallon was expecting, the concerned mother trying to keep her daughter's thoughts off being 'almost' 'raped' by her other daughter.


"Gabe! Bad!"

"I'd like to think things turned out alright."

"You went rampaging through the city riding on a giant naked playboy model, demolished a bunch of buildings, nearly killed one or both of them through alcohol poisoning, traumatized Vista, sent Kid Win into shock, landed both of them and Glory Girl in M/S screening when she tried to bang her sister from what the PRT knows, burned the Alabama Ranger as an identity and apparently suddenly decided everything is like some cheap porno for you, after all!"

"Come on, sis, you're making this sound way worse than it really was. The Alabama Ranger used the name, yes, but I was masked the entire time, so nobody can really claim that one poor innocent civilian is the same as that one poor innocent cape, nobody died, hell, there weren't even any fights, and while I didn't get any more details about the E88 out of the twins, we got a way to press down on property prices in our territory and the E88's reputation just got trashed. Or their capes' reputation in comparison for how well just one of the giant lesbian nazi twins are stronger than everyone else in the gang."

Her eye twitching, Sarah began pacing in front of your kneeling form. "Do you have any idea how much work this could potentially mean for us, Gabe?"

"Not that much, all in all. Just get a few of the girls to shitpost on PHO and it'll be alright."

"Argh!" Storming off, you can't help but admire her naked butt as she goes.

"Is she alright?" Kate asks, leaning back in her office chair as she watches something, most likely the various PHO debates raging on right this very moment.

"Don't worry, she gets like this sometimes. She'll pout for a bit, but should be safe to approach by the time we're getting started, and a little pampering and sweets should cheer her up alright."

"Whatever you say, she's your sister. Mind checking up on Sherrel and Isabel while I finish up here?"

"Sure, no problem."


"And you're sure we can't just make this an official day off kind of thing? Like, we have most of high command along anyways."

"Hey, working weekends are strictly non-mandatory, that's more than enough free days right there. Just sayin'." Well, Kate's right on that one, at least, even if the issue is further complicated by the fact that mostly everyone whose free time and relaxation you actually care about lives inside the lair anyways.

Still, surveying the group of people idly chatting away in the back of the van (or on your lap and naked, in Aisha's case), you can't help but wonder if you shouldn't make this something official at some point. Eh, a thought for later.

"Say, Kate, you mentioned you and Sarah organized something, so where exactly are we having Sherrel drive us?"

"It's a secreeet~." Kate sing-songs.

"Cute." You snort in return.

Turning towards your other side, you shake your head at Emily, sitting there wide-eyed at the people sharing the incredible invisivan with you. "Such treachery amongst our own ranks, can you believe it?"

"Um, yeah! So mean!" She pouts at nobody in particular, not having paid much attention to the conversation.

You just sigh as you pat Aisha, playfully fending off Kate's hands on her body straying towards your own. At least you're having some fun during the drive so far?

Of course, it isn't long until you arrive at the goal, that being none other than Fugly Bob's, as it turns out.

"You do know that the grease can't actually poison me, right?"

"Far be it from me to attempt foul schemes to poison thee, m'lord," Kate answers, bowing, "But it doth behoove thee to pay attention to thee sistereth, lest her gaze bore a hole into thy behind."

"Oh, let Sarah stare, she'll calm down on her own time," you chuckle.

Now then, time to see what awaits your little group inside. Laying an arm around Isabel, you smile. "Ah, the wonders of 21st century fast food."

"Uh, yay?"

"Don't worry, experiencing this kinda stuff is why you're here."

Once you enter, all it takes is a mention of the word 'Wilbourne' to have the poor fucker manning the register call for someone, which turns out to be a waitress on break.

Apparently already aware of what to do, she chimes a little bell she took out of a pocket on her uniform, waiting for the general background noise to die down for a moment before making her announcement.

"If I may have your attention everyone, today, we have... A Challenger! But not just any challenger, and not just one, no! Today, I am proud to announce the one and only Ultimate Challenger Challenge Tournament!

These brave contestants are about to enter the arena, whence they will face a series of challenges in a knockout-style tournament, centered around wit, creativity, manual dexterity and, of course, eating massive amounts of food, culminating in the Challenger Knockout Finale, the ultimate test of hardiness and guts!"

At your look, Kate just shrugs. "We just gave them a bunch of money and told them we wanted something entertaining, I thought they'd just set up a burger challenge or something, never expected them to do anything really creative like this."

"Now, if the contestants would please take their seats, the first challenge shall soon commence!" At the announcement, the door to the kitchen slams open, revealing what you take to be two college interns working here to finance themselves in the evenings pushing a cart each, a bunch of food laden upon them.

"The first challenge being, The Warm Up Entree, consisting of enough food to feed a grown man for a whole day each!"

Man, this girl's really getting into this. Too bad nobody told her you can literally eat arbitrary amounts of food, as can Kate and Sarah... Who is still pouting at you.

"I will so beat you."

Sarah, dear, that one sentence is so cute you'd get diabetes if you still could.

"You know that's literally impossible."

"Humph!"

Taking a seat in the cordoned-off part of the little fast food diner, you watch with some amusement as the rest of your little group arranges itself to sit on the two large desks, made by shoving several smaller ones next to each other. At least you got a wall seat.

As soon as you're all sitting down, the food is served, a full Bob's Menu consisting of fries, a burger and a softdrink of choice. Sipping your coke, you can't help but smirk at the gobsmacked expressions on the faces of the regular patrons, only now getting a grasp of the reality now before them.

"Say, Kate, how much money did we pay them for this? Pretty sure Bob doesn't usually do events like this."

"I'll be honest, I have no idea. I just remember it was insignificant compared to how much we make in a month."

"Heh. Good enough."

Of course, the peanut gallery cannot stay quiet forever, and so soon you're hounded by questions as you eat, the others quite content with letting you deal with the audience while they eat, Aisha incidentally hiding underneath the table.

She even brought a little blanket to keep clean and her knees unhurt, the little scamp.

"Aren't you the Alabama Ranger?"

"I've noticed some people on the internet call me that, though I'd like to make clear I'm not that weird cape."

"Are you really banging your sister?"

"I wouldn't know, ask your mom, she'd have seen her while she was sucking me off."

"Why is there only one guy in this tournament?"

"We asked Henley if he wanted to come, he was busy with work. Or banging his secretary, either/or."

"Are you sure you aren't a cape?"

"Do you see a mask?"

Honestly, not your fault these morons keep on asking about capes and the Alabama Ranger. Still, not like it's all that much of an issue, you're surprisingly good at talking and eating at the same time, even if both Sarah and Kate cheat by secretly feeding Aisha.

"Is it true you're having sex with all these women?"

"Go ask them, I'm not gonna kiss and tell."

Of course Kate just has to take the opportunity to reach over and kiss you, the salty taste of fast food fries on both your lips, to much 'Oooh'-ing and 'Aaah'-ing from the audience.

Fuck it, better make sure you ain't last, Sarah would consider it a win over you.


The 'preliminaries' are over pretty fast, all told, even the thralls amongst your number perfectly capable of putting away more food than the average human, though you've been eyeing Cupcake a bit- how weird will it be to have her put away more than her own body weight in food down the line?

Anyways, for now, the second course is about to arrive, it would seem.

"Very good! It would seem none of our contestants are about to drop out yet, though I fully expect this to change down the line! Now then, time for the second course, a full meal consisting of extra spicy potato wedges, the reknown chilibob and, of course, some extra spicy barbecue sauce! I hope you all have a strong stomach, because things are about to get spicy!"

Rolling your eyes, you make to grab for those wedges, never having had much trouble with spicy food in the past, though you stop when she continues speaking.

""And! To give it a little extra challenge! All contestants will be required to fill out a Boblie's Coloring Picture, without letting the BURN distract them! This is harder than it looks, folks, I had to try it myself! Especially as all they'll have to use to do so will be a bunch of crayons shared between each other! The best picture will acclaim honorable mention, even if the respective contestant can't stand this to the end!"

Eyeing the picture copies being handed out, a colorless burger with limbs and two big, googley eyes showing a kid the way to a cleaner version of Fugly Bob's facade, you can't help but marvel at the fact they even exist. Fugly Bob's really is trying to be a real family restaurant, isn't it? You never knew.

Now, of course, to fill this thing out with crayons while stuffing yourself even as Aisha is stuffing your dick down her throat, having pulled it out of your pants while the explanation was given.


Well, you've never been someone to do things by halves, and you're not about to start now. Snatching some crayons for yourself, you measure up the coloring picture and think about how you're doing this.

... Poor Sarah is glaring at you as she rapidly stuffs her face with spicy food, having already started on her own picture. She's always hated spicy stuff, too, so this can't be a good thing.

With an indulgent sigh and smile, you reach over, grabbing a few of her wedges and cramming them right into your mouth. She looks conflicted, of course, but in the end, her dislike of hot food wins out over her childishness, and you proceed to eat away at both your portions as you use your other hand to fill out the picture.

Naturally, it turns out to be the most highly acclaimed in the end, with you having used a few of those wooden sticks to scrape away at the crayon you put down strategically, a little delicate work having the sun's rays filter down upon the rest of the view quite nicely.

Sarah took a while to calm down again, but by the end of it all, she's feeding you her wedges while only lightly pouting, so you'll consider this some nice progress on that account.

What? The rules don't say contestants can't help each other. You actually asked and all.


After a quick break to let everyone wash their hands off crayon residue and let the food settle a bit (not that you need it, but the thought counts), as well as a bit to tease Emily over trying to wash her mouth out with just a little bit of fire ("Look, I know it sounds counterproductive, but it works!"), you're back at the table and waiting for the third 'challenge', actually enjoying this whole thing a lot more than you thought you would.

The battle is long and grueling, and honestly, you're pretty sure actual humans couldn't have made it through the third round.

As it is, most of your little girlfriends don't make it through the third challenge, a simple slog through a Big Bob's Menu consisting of a Fugly Burger, a complementary cheeseburger, an extra large portion of fries and a large softdrink of choice.

Only yourself, Kate, Sarah, Sherrel and, to everyone's surprise, Cupcake, make it through, Emily regretfully staring at the food like it was the first time in her life she had to leave food behind (to be fair, it may have been), with Isabel entirely without any idea what to do (and almost assuredly having this as her first willfully wasted food), Nora laughing softly and begging off before the cheeseburger, having already eaten the Fugly and proceeding to casually eat a few fries from there on out and Lea just shaking her head, having already been at her limit after the previous round.

Aisha, meanwhile, is practicing her deepthroating like the good girl she is, occasionally coming up for air and be fed by Kate and Sarah.

The fourth round involved a series of tests of manual dexterity, from juggling a bunch of little party hats to stacking toothpicks into little structures, of course while eating fingerfood mostly consisting of a giant pile of fries and wedges, with every mistake requiring a participant to eat a given amount of food.

Sherrel and Cupcake eventually give up, Addy having to continually eat more even with the thrall strengthening raising her dexterity to above average levels and Sherrel just having enough, smilingly conceding when she finishes with her challenges, while the other vampires among your number keep on going, relying on the arbitrary amount of food they can eat to proceed.

Only leaving you, Sarah and Kate, the former of which has stopped pouting by now, the atmosphere and general merryness having eroded her pouting, the latter having way too much fun with all of this from the very start.

Unsurprisingly, the very last round, the 'penultimate challenge to be sought in these hallowed halls', as the announcer put it, is the trio of challengers facing the three of you, the enormous burgers dripping with fat and taking up a cart each with their sheer size. Time to show these peons how their lord and master eats, even if none of them know you're Cain.

Unless... unless you'd like to throw the match, maybe convince one of the other two to do so as well, and let one of your number win. You have no idea what might happen if all three of you crush the challenger, after all.


The three of you, yourself, Kate and Sarah, sit next to each other, having rearranged the seating for this final act of strength. Looking at the enormous burger before you slowly oozing grease, you cannot help yourself but playing things up a bit.

"Oh!" You exclaim, the back of your hand lying against your forehead. "Whatever shalt I do? I simply cannot defeat my sister's ravenous appetite, oh, the humiliation!"

Swooning, you fall over in your seat, Kate catching you with a grin.

"Forsooth, my dear prince," she bgeins, "for though the night may be long, and the road may be harsh, we shalt find our way into a brighter tomorrow yet!"

Grinning, she points a thumb over the the toilet door. "Or at least to the shithouse, after this particular ordeal."

Chuckling, both of you return to your original positions, Sarah smiling even as she jabs her elbow into your side. "Happy to be the driving force between your toilet stall romance."

Suffice to say, you give her a hug before the three of you officially begin.


You tried, you really did. But while this isn't a speed eating contest, that's still what it boils down to between the three of you, and you just don't have it in you to stick your head into this thing the way the other two are doing.

Of course, you still end up eating it all, no two ways 'bout it, chewing through the buns, lettuce, other assorted vegetables, layers of cheese and, naturally, enough meat patty to assemble half a cow from what you estimate, but...

"You gonna finish that today?"

"You sure you're up for this, bro?"

Their smug faces are still telling you who they think won.

"If you have the time to gabber, why don't you ask if you can have another?"

Funnily enough, their thoughtful expressions are quite terrifying, far as the audience is concerned.

"Aaand we have not one, not two, but three! Three winners of the Ultimate Challenger Challenge Tournament! Come on, let's have your pictures taken, you're about to get a place of honor on the Wall Of Fugly Fame."

"Is it actually called that?"

"No, sadly. I tried to get it renamed for this, but the others said enough was enough."

Ah well. Still, you, Sarah and Kate have your pictures taken, the instant camera meaning they're hung up next to each other a little above the rest of the pictures of people that have beaten the Challenger challenge previously.

A quick round of applause, and you're left with the perhaps hardest part of this whole thing; getting the mass of groaning and overfull people back into the invisivan.


In a certain little community on the internet, a certain set of smartphone videos and photos were shared around, a certain group of people coming together to make a decision.

This decision, as it were, was to add yet another title to the bracket of the mythical speciment they were observing, now making for a rather fetching accumulation of designations.

The Alabama Ranger, Champion Of Incest, Envy Of Mankind, Destroyer Of The Empire And Conqueror Of Challenges.


By the time you're back at your little underground bunker, half the girls you took with you are asleep, the evolutionary response to a full stomach impossible to keep at bay after returning to a secure place like the van's insides.

Well, looks like that orgy won't be happening after all, though at least it isn't for any particularly distressing reasons. Also, they actually let you take along all the food they prepared that went uneaten, which, even considering how much of it you ate, is... a lot.

As it turns out, Fugly Bob's went all in when they were paid enough money to pay out salaries for a few years by itself, and, well, they weren't about to just throw all this stuff away, so they just asked if you wanted to keep it and called it a complementary service.

Suffice to say, you can just feed Aisha as much as she'd have gotten if she was an actual participant, in addition to what she got from Sarah and Kate, and just give the rest to the cafeteria, let the girls have any of it they want and keep the ravenous horde fed for a little while.

Seriously, you've seen expense reports, and the food expenses are surprisingly significant, all things told. Not the largest one by far, but... significant.

Also, Aisha insists on being handfed for some reason, so you just sit back on your bed and keep her on your lap as you do so. And with both of you naked anyways, what with the clothing-free zone that is your place...

Well, suffice to say, Aisha is very happy. As are Sarah and Kate when they come spend some time with you, so in the end, you still get your little orgy, in a sense.

"Alright, Yoshi," you say, having cornered him in the series of emptied cells currently taking shape as a proper laboratory, "if I wanted to, say, add a few bits and pieces to a bunch of costumes meant for practical use, how much could you help me along?"

Sighing, Yoshi just puts some collection of fine lenses and little lights down where he was working on assembling them into a microscope of some kind. "I suppose I would ask what exactly you want to do, with what budget and how fast. Considering the circumstances, probably also how secret you want to keep it."


"Okay, so we can just reuse a few preexisting designs for camera modes, put it all into a mask of some kind, doable. Taser gloves are easy, too, tasers already exist, we can essentially just slap a modified design onto the back of some gloves and be done with it. Now, those nozzles... those will get a little more involved."

Ah, that wonderful way Yoshi completely switches tracks and seems to forget who he's in the room with. Hilarious every time when contrasted with his usual demeanour.

"And those costume designs?"

"Fuck do I know, I'm a scientist and sometimes engineer, neither a fashion designer nor a tailor!"

Resisting the urge to laugh, you look over the scattered suggestions and sketches you threw together for Emily's mask.

"Well, here's how I think we should start..."

"Hey Aisha, if you had to choose a mask design from this list, which would it be?"

Holding a piece of paper at Aisha, you mentally assemble a simple outline of how to incorporate vision modes into a mask design without making the whole construction heavy as fuck.

"This one, I guess, all demon-y."

"Hmm, color scheme white, with red accents?"

"Sure. Why you askin'?"

"Oh, nothing."

"'Kay."

"Hello Brian, how've you been doing?"

"Well enough, sir. Did you want something?"

"Oh, we're just putting together a few gadgets for everyone, and I wanted to ask how you'd feel about an easy and efficient way to disable opponents disoriented by your power. You free to come by the lair sometime soon?"

"Alright, so this is a prototype, but it basically works as a nozzle for your fire. Metal should be alright, maybe need replacements after heavy use, but that's considered in the design."

"Hobw do I uss it?"

"Gonna need to fit it to your face later. But yeah, it's pretty simple, you just use this lever to the side here to widen or thin your breath, and if you push here, here and here you can just have the nozzle pop right off, if you need your normal power use. Keep in mind, it's not that easy to put it back on, but I'll show you how..."

"Okay, so we'll need some biker leathers and maybe a black hoodie, can do both with the manufacs, and then we'll go from there."

"How're you gonna keep Aisha sitting still long enough to keep her attention on design changes?"

"Oh, she's been getting better about it, may be something in the thralling, but don't'cha worry, Sarah, I have something in mind."

"You're going to have her suck you off while you show her sketches, aren't you?"

"Hey, it just works."

Rachel shows up the meeting place as, unsurprisingly, a wolf, though one could be mistaken for thinking her a friendly, if large, doggy, from how eagerly she nuzzles your hand when you go to pet her.

"Hey Rachel." You been doing fine?

Mhm.

That's good to hear. Say, the others told me you're running a few dog shelters or something?

Used to. Just one now.

Why's that?

Most are fine after I just tell them the rules. Just need one to keep the mad ones and the hurt ones.

Ah. She's been using the powers you gave her to basically just tell the dogs what to do. Well if it works for her.

Mind showing me around a little, show me the dogs and the shelter?

"Ruff."

With that, she turns, you simply following along. Really, if you had a leash on her, this would look like you're taking an unusually large dog out for a walk.

It takes a good while, but Rachel certainly kept her word, introducing her to a bunch of dogs on the way to her shelter.

Amusingly enough, those same dogs seem to have been organized into actual packs, rather than how street dogs usually prowl the streets alone, some of them quite visibly standing guard at certain corners if you know what to look for, and all of them you met treated Rachel with obvious deference.

Incidentally, you also got some healthy amounts of respect when they saw her defer to yourself. Perks of being their boss' boss, you suppose.

Incidentally, you saw what you're pretty sure was a skinhead being dragged off by a pair of dogs acting together, but hey, if it keeps Rachel's new subordinates away from E88 rings, you'll take it. Fucker was in the wrong part of town, anyways.

Eventually, though, you arrive at what you take to be the shelter Rachel was talking about... yeah, the whole place positively stinks of fear and madness when you pay attention.

... You know, maybe your enhanced senses do go deeper than you usually give them credit for.


Coming inside (you note that the door has a clever little setup using a series of counterweights to let dogs open it), you're greeted by more-or-less what you expected; an old warehouse partitioned off into sections housing a whole bunch of dogs, as well as an area set aside to throw human corpses in.

And eat away at them, as a pair of dogs are demonstrating.

Aside from that, there's also what you take to be a medical area, a place where hurt or exhausted dogs can lie down on some clean sheets whenever they need to. Looking down at Bitch's current furry form, you begin to think.

Tell me about this place.

Headquarters. If the dogs need something, they send someone here to meet me. Only ones that can open the door are the smarter ones, so I don't have to decide who lives here.

Useful.

Rest area over there, food over there and the mad ones over there.

It's actually pretty amazing exactly how much detail she can get across by pointing her snout.

Alright then, let's take a look at those mad dogs, see if I can't help them.


'Go Away! Go Away! Go Away!'

"Shhh." You sit down outside the little cubicle the scared dog is sitting inside, positively radiating calm.

'Go Away! Go Away! Go Away!'

"Shhh." You stretch a hand towards the entrance/exit, not actually putting it inside yet. "I'm not going to hurt you."

'Go Away!'

"I will go away, but only once I'm sure you're alright."

'Go Away!'

"The others told me you haven't been eating right. Remember the people tha did this to you?"

'Go Away! Go Away! Go Away!'

"How would you like to get a piece of them? Literally, I mean. The others have been hunting them."

'Go?'

"Here, I'm leaving a whole arm of one of them for you. Just know you can come and eat it whenever you want, and if you want more, just ask for help, okay? The others can help you."

Leaving the dog at this, you take a moment to contemplate on what you learned of dog psychology in the time you've been spending here.

Unsurprisingly, dogs don't really get a great many concepts. Higher thought can be kind of hit or miss with them, with the smarter ones having an easier time figuring out what more complicated words you use mean. That said, most of them can manage a pretty full set of emotions.

Meaning the prospect of revenge on the people that hurt them or people like those that did is something they very much can get behind. To this end, the abundant amounts of nazi corpses dragged here by dogs all over the place is quite a boon, with you partitioning off parts of them to not only feed the dogs, like they've already been doing, but also a great way to get the maddened or scared dogs (kinda 50/50 on those, actually) you speak with to cooperate.

You're also pretty sure you know how Bitch managed to get dogs from all over the city to cooperate like this; while it would be near impossible to teach each and every one of them everything Bitch demonstrably did, dogs are smart animals.

Like, no shit, but that's kind of important. Dogs are both smart and social, in respect to humans and other dogs, meaning it is entirely possible to tell a few dogs to do something and other dogs to learn from watching those dogs. While the ability to talk to them doesn't make them any more intelligent, necessarily, it does allow to convey concepts and ideas directly and have them adopt those for themselves and to spread them to others, like a giant tidal wave of doggoness.

And okay, maybe you've always wanted a dog and a cat as pets but couldn't because your parents were shit, but that doesn't matter here, does it?

Off to your next little patient.


"Alright, Kate, before we do the usual morning sex, there's a bunch of things I need done you should know about."

Sighing as she embraces you, her breasts pressing against your chest, Kate smiles at your face from up close. "Isn't there always? Okay, out with it."

"First, Bitch has made herself a pretty sweet place for a bunch of dogs she couldn't just divide territory to along the edge of the docks, so I want the place secured, with turrets if nothing else. I'll just try to remember to arrange everything. Beyond that, it's about time the little Priestess has a little use, so I'll give her a little something and send her with Rachel to heal any hurt dogs she can find."

"Mhm, none of that sounds particularly difficult, and you'll do it by yourself anyways."

"Oh, I was only telling you what I'm planning on doing aside from doing the usual stream and working with you or Sarah. What I really need you to do is to tell Henley to organize a deep fryer for the cafeteria kitchen before the girls riot."

"What."

"When we came back last time and brought back a bunch of unhealthy fast food, Ethan nearly threw a fit over it and promised to make healthier fast food than that if he had a deep fryer, and things have been escalating from there when the girls decided they want that."

Kate just laid a hand over her eyes. "Fuck it all, but that's exactly what they would do. I'll take care of it."


"Raffington here will help and teach you a lot, don't worry. You'll be able to use his skills like your own with just a little practice."

"Yes, master."

"In the meantime, I want you to follow the orders of Rachel over here. She'll take you to a place with lots of hurt dogs, your job will be to heal them the best you can."

"I can do that." Oh, she's smiling at the prospect of healing dogs. Maybe she likes animals? Or maybe she's just looking forward to getting out of the bunker for a while.

Either way, she's doing what you want her to. Rachel, while mildly annoyed at the prospect of needing to stay human for the next while, does seem to appreciate what you're doing or at least respecting your position of authority over herself, either/or.

Anyways, Rachel knows what to do and to keep your pet priestess safe and return her, so you leave things to them and get going, well aware of the countdown until you're supposed to be live.

Time for Cain to draw again.


"Hello everyone, and welcome to Painting with Cain! Today we're doing a special little something, my dear watchers, though admittedly every time you're here with me is special in its own way."

Putting everything together on stream, you get your favorite sketching pen ready with a flourish.

"Now then, shall we get to it?" Flexing your chest musculature, you set your pen down and begin to draw.

"Today, you see, we're having a villain night! That's right, we'll be going over a whole bunch of local villains and morality-bent heroes, all that good stuff."

This will be a fairly rough picture, you feel, to mirror the rough character you want to portray. You've never met Armsmaster, couldn't say how he is as a person, but you do have a whole bunch of PHO talk about him and the way he tends to act. Not perfect, but it'll do.

"Feel free to guess what I'm drawing, by the way, and yes, we'll be keeping things to strictly local capes for the time being. While there are a lot of interesting capes we could write entire dissertations on, let alone draw a picture, we have to start somewhere, right? Thus, Brockton Bay locals. Don't worry, we won't be running out of material anytime soon."

The outlines of sleek, powerful armor begins to appear, strokes of your pen sketching out the idea of a man.

Oh, a little vague background can't hurt, right? Background is always good, even if it's deliberately barebones.

"Oh, a few of you are close, though the idea of a tinker isn't that far off once you get to the tinkery armor. Keep guessing, though!"

Adding more details to the helmet, a... red visor, simple enough, and in a mirror of the original, the lower face revealed! Though without beard, and the chin covered in armor. Yes, with a slightly higher mouth, to give just the right impression...

"Aaah, you got it, it's Evil Armsmaster! I suppose the visor and beardless visage were too obvious. Either way, let me finish this up a little, get the shading of the armor just right, maybe add some gadgetry here or there... You know, do the concept justice, before we move on."

"So then, let's whether the poll wants to go into villains or more- Oh, who am I kidding, Panacea's winning by a landslide. Okay then, let's keep to somewhat of a theme here, keep things in black and white... You know, it's kind of hard to really get an evil version of her across. Blame her activities if you must, but perhaps the only saving grace of this is that her face is public."

Alright, you're overstating this one a little bit, but the issue stands, how the fuck do you take 'healer in robes' and make it identifiably evil while staying true to the concept of drawing Panacea...

Ah, got it.

"You know, I always felt it was kind of a waste Panacea's running around without armor of some kind, and if it's just show armor underneath her robes. She'd look way cooler that way."

There, hooded robe, face... kinda similar to hers, just hardened and cold and without the freckles, colorless hair spilling forth a little to the sides and, it just has to be, armored lower arm, just the one, you're doing this in a 'from the side, turning towards the viewer' kinda thing.

"We're working with a lot of body language and facial expression here, of course, be a waste not to, and hey, wouldn't you know it, she's becoming quite the beauty, isn't she? Though I don't feel I can take credit for it here, that's mostly on the subject in this case."

There, bit of detail on the back of the cloak, bit of embroidery... Oh, and of course, a staff! That would look wonderful. You have to rearrange the arm a bit, but it looks better this way, anyways.

"And here we are, one evil Panacea. Shading could be a bit better, I think, but it's a very nice picture all the same. I certainly hope you all like it! Now, onto the next subject."


"Well, isn't that a close competition there, but it looks like Miss Militia is eking out a win, after all. Perhaps we should make this more of a 'Villainous Alter Ego Night', rather than Villain Night? Either way, let's see what we can do."

Okay, what's a good contrast to good ol' patriot harlot? Ah, you got it.

Pirates. Pirates always work.

"So, with her face significantly less known and not something we're about to speculate on, let's just make up something that could fit. Also, I hereby declare that she should totally get a bit of a tan, it'd be lovely for her complexion."

There, big ol' pirate hat with a big ol' plume, long braided hair that's totally not dyed once you get around to coloring in this little nightmare, and finally a sufficiently pirate-y outfit around a curvy body that's technically within the bounds of what Miss Militia could be hiding.

Oh, and a heart-shaped pendant for that little extra detail, under a collar she's wearing. Perfact.

"Can't forget the weapons, of course. And what's more pirate-like than oversized pistols that anyone with sense would consider entirely impractical. Yarr! Miss Fortune's out to plunder ya booty!"

Honestly, as you already thought, coloring this in is a bitch and a half, not to mention the shading, so... fuck it, background will be a bit vague and unclear, it'll work for this one. Also, time to add a few moles. Just one in her face and one above her cleavage, there.

"So tell me Miss Militia wouldn't make for a fetching pirate. Really, we have the boat graveyard here in Brockton and all, it'd be incredibly fitting."

"So then, what'll be next? We still have a bit more time, two, maybe three pictures, I reckon. Keeping the first two colorless really saved a lot of time for this."


"Oh, I guess I won't be renaming this episode, after all. Good, good. So, Lung. The big bad fire dragon. There's not much actual footage of him to be found, as far as I know, at least, I'm certainly not privy to any classified information, but we do have some things to work off of. My apologies in advance if this picture ends up inaccurate."

Okay, first off? Fire. Lots and lots of fire. That's the most obvious and easily found description of a ramped-up Lung.

"As we know, Lung resembles a western-inspired dragon much more than an eastern one, and yes, there is a difference. Dragons make for a very powerful image the world over, almost every culture has some myths about some scaled creatures or even deities. There's a reason the man of the hour jumped right on that."

So, four legs, check, wings, check, color scheme? Hmm, maybe add a bit of grey to the scales hwere they aren't reflecting the fire, make them look all metallic-like. Oh, and those claws could be a little bigger, while you're at it, and the horns, yes, three on each side of the hide, maybe a crest at the back of the long, sinuous neck?

"And here we go, oh, and let me add a glow at the back of the throat, give him a nice and proper flame breath incoming, hm? I feel we may have diverged from a proper Lung a bit, but he looks pretty nice all the same."

"Something we can be satisfied with, either way."


"Oh, myself? You know, my brother mentioned you people got him to draw me, but I wasn't expecting all of you to be this forward with your intentions."

Okay, real check for a sec, how much are you putting into this? Your shadowed face is kind of a given, but you're not sure you want to even draw your actual costume for now. So, where does that leave you?

Well, shadow-faced figure, may as well make yourself all imposing and shit... 'Kay, you got an idea.

"I do hope you all realize I'm not about to give a complete rundown of my powers and details on how they work, yes? Even if you do tickle my ego this nicely."

There, the outline of a faceless cowled figure, bit muscular (about as much as yourself when you tense up your muscles), with copious amounts of improvised costume to further mask things, slowly stepping forth towards the viewer.

The real hammer will be in the background, this time.

"Wouldn't do to draw me without the requisite amounts of general destruction and mayhem of me going all out, of course, I feel comfortable putting that much out there."

And so you do, though the kind of destruction is entirely different from what you would actually cause, with torn apart construction materials flying around and a light drizzle of blood heralding the forceful eviction of a bunch of stuff from existence. Granted, you could do this if you wanted, but nobody outside your gang has any idea about the hemokinesis. Or the transformations, though none of them really know just how big you can become if you really want to.

"Oh, and of course, it wouldn't do to leave out my expression! I know, somewhat inaccurate, given you can't really see it normally, but I do make it a point to always keep smiling, bright and happy. Brightens up everyone's day, you see, even if they can't see it."

And there you go, a beautiful smile gracing the figure's veiled face doodled right on. Perfect.

"Hello? Am I having connection issues again, or why is the chat frozen?"

"Well, looks like that nasty little video stuck around with people, after all. No big miracle, that. Ah well, we certainly can draw Shadow Stalker as a villain."

Luckily enough, the Protectorate makes a big deal out of every time a Ward joins, even moreso than majority-age Protectorate members, and that means there was a big event with Shadow Stalker big on screen.

And once something on the internet, it's never going out. Same goes for your memory, and would you look at that, you went out of your way to research every active cape in Brockton Bay at some point. Thus, you can just kinda copy what you saw here.

Also, may as well throw in some vaguely psychedelic background. Not like you're about to out too much effort into it.

"Here we go, cowl, mask, crossbow. One Shadow Stalker down, now for the coloring."

Though to be fair, you may as welll play with the light a little, let the psychedelic stuff spill onto her shoulder and head. Yeah, this looks nice...

"What do you mean that's just Shadow Stalker? Of course it's Shadow Stalker, this is Villain Night, after all."


Armsmaster sat in his lab, assembling a series of prototypes for a new version of his visor, one that should, hopefully, allow him to carry it with himself while unfolded and deploy it on a moment's notice.

Contrary to his colleagues' assertions, he wasn't doing this because of the Alabama Ranger's... incursion. On the contrary, he had been working on something in this direction for a while, the such modified tinkertech, while requiring a lot of additional work and space for the function, would be more than making up for it in use as a backup, in case his main visor was damaged or lost.

In no way was he up for revenge should an opportunity present itself to pay the elusive male stripper back. He wouldn't aim to extract 425 dollars 49 from him.

Not at all.

That said, his visor alerted himself as to the stream announced earlier in the day was starting, so he set it to run to the side of his vision as he worked, preparing to idly analyze his currently largest issue's every move as he kept on playing his inane little games.

Except, as he heard it to be proclaimed 'Villain Night' and watched a picture take form, he had a bad feeling of deja vu, keeping on watching all the while.

"Aaah, you got it, it's Evil Armsmaster! I suppose the visor and beardless visage were too obvious. Either way, let me finish this up a little, get the shading of the armor just right, maybe add some gadgetry here or there... You know, do the concept justice, before we move on."

Well excuse him, adding random gadgetry wasn't how tinkering worked. At least for him. Also, what was up with the beardless comment? Did people really think an evil version of himself was distinguishable by lack of goatee?

Sighing, Armsmaster took a short break, wishing he'd added a function to retract for his visor so he could pinch the bridge of his nose all the while. Why did this remind him of meetings with PR so much?

With his luck, they'd actually pick up on this and decide to put a new line of merchandise out there. At least it couldn't possibly be worse than the Armsmaster brand panties.

Armsmaster sighed, again.


Victoria Dallon was feeling miserable.

Granted, few people in M/S cells were liable to feel particularly peppy, unless mastered to be or something, but Victoria was particularly miserable. Worse, this was not because she assumed she'd been mastered into doing something reprehensible, but rather because she had done something reprehensible and had the sneaking suspicion she'd done so out of sheer thoughtlessness.

Nearly raping her sister, simply because she hadn't been thinking. Yeah, that'd look great on any resume, wouldn't it? Not that she'd told anyone, mind you. Both out of hope that maybe, she really hadn't been in control of her actions, that maybe she wasn't at fault in the whole thing, though she wasn't crossing her fingers on that one and out of sheer mortification at what she'd nearly inadvertently done.

At least she wasn't too uncomfortable where she was. Heck, she even had internet access, though everything she did was, naturally, monitored, and she couldn't actually send anything, just read and watch what was there, but she certainly had enough to keep her mind off what she'd done to her sister.

Case in point, Cain, and his unfairly sexy abs being broadcast again. Dean had been visiting her a while earlier, having heard of her current situation, though she was half-convinced that was so he could use his power to check out her emotional state, and though they were still in their 'off' phase, he'd been just as much of a goofhearted good guy as ever, the sap.

But they were still not together, and so it was completely alright for her to watch the stupidly hunky villain do his thing. She'd actually asked if it was okay for her to watch and been given the all-clear, even, so there was nothing stopping her from perving all over him.

Except, as she watched and 'villain night' progressed, people actually seemed to be voting for none other than her sister to be drawn as a villainous counterpart to her actual self. Helplessly, Vicky watched as the numbers kept climbing higher, until finally, Cain set his pencil upon paper.

"You know, I always felt it was kind of a waste Panacea's running around without armor of some kind, and if it's just show armor underneath her robes. She'd look way cooler that way."

Ugh, she could borderline feel the idiots online start to talk shit. Hell, not wearing armor was a deliberate choice, dammit! Her sister's cape persona was divorced from actual fighting as much as it was precisely to make it clear that she wasn't a fighter, and that anyone going after her could expect to be gang up on by literally everyone that was trying to keep the local cape scene from going to shit.

Damn, but if she didn't want to go online and post how and why her sister's costume worked as it was, no matter how much 'cooler' armor would make it look.

"We're working with a lot of body language and facial expression here, of course, be a waste not to, and hey, wouldn't you know it, she's becoming quite the beauty, isn't she? Though I don't feel I can take credit for it here, that's mostly on the subject in this case."

And fuck her, in various ways, but he was right. She'd describe her sister more as cute than beautiful, at least in those moments she knew Vicky was around and relaxed rather than keeping a frown up (Vicky wasn't stupid, of course she noticed this kind of thing), but this cold and distant way he was portraying her sister's hypothetical alter ego was kinda hot.

And here she thought this thing would get her thoughts off her vague interest in her sister.


Elsewhere, Carol Dallon was awkwardly sitting together with Amy Dallon, her subconscious fears brought to the forefront and in doing so lessened. Yes, she had been worried the girl would take after her biological father on some level, but sitting there and observing her daughter, having come so very close to being victimized by her sister in all but blood and looking completely lost as some slightly different version of herself was sketched out onto blank paper, Carol couldn't help herself.

Taking her hand, she smiled at her daughter. "Don't worry, Amy, it'll be alright. Sooner or later, Vicky will be back to normal and we'll get this little bastard so he can't hurt our family anymore."

Amy had been incredibly composed, collected, refusing to so much as show fear at her nearly-occuring rape. Drawing her into a hug, Carol reaffirmed her determination. "It'll all be alright."


Hannah frowned, watching the screen just as, she suspected, entirely too many people very much too smitten with the image Cain was giving himself.

She considered it her duty as Miss Militia to keep up with any news about parahuman criminals, the debrief about this stream, just like about all previous streams, likely to go significantly smoother the more people actually saw it in advance, recognizing what was being talked about.

That didn't make it any easier to sit there and watch as a criminal was getting away scot free with making a mockery of the authorities' ability to stop his crimes, going so far as to insinuate they were like him in some way without significant public backlash.

And indeed, after sketching up admittedly good-looking villainous versions of both Armsmaster and Panacea, he was rounding back onto herself. She'd call it predictable if she wasn't fully expecting him to keep things to one person per organization.

Tapping her foot as the man beyond the screen went on, she watched as a pirated (smirk) version of herself was taking form, Hannah thought back to the reports collected about the Lord Street Crypts as an organization, or what little information they had to put into them. It was a sad day when they had had more information on the capes of the Merchants than their ominous replacements.

"Can't forget the weapons, of course. And what's more pirate-like than oversized pistols that anyone with sense would consider entirely impractical. Yarr! Miss Fortune's out to plunder ya booty!"

Indeed, those looked absolutely unuseable. Honestly, her power let her use any weapon she could operate, but she hadn't ever used anything shaped like the things he was drawing there.

Nor was she ever planning to.

But back to what they knew; while the Villains of the gang remained a mystery by and large, reports were available on a few details, at least, as well as on the unpowered gangbangers' activities. Cain himself was purported to be a cryokinetic of some sort, with unknown brute/striker/changer capabilities. In other words, they had some vague ideas as to what his power actually was, but that was about it. Cryokinesis and some power or powers to let him fight Hookwolf in melee, if only for a short time.

Meanwhile, the gang had at least one tinker, likely several, and an unknown amount of other capes acting in the background. Most of their intelligence came from the videos leaked of the fight between the E88 and the LSC, and at least four capes were confirmed to act on their side, with more likely, analysis pending.

Code for 'We have no idea, this footage is shit'. She was familiar with it by now.

"So tell me Miss Militia wouldn't make for a fetching pirate. Really, we have the boat graveyard here in Brockton and all, it'd be incredibly fitting."

Indeed, the economic side of the LSC shouldn't be underestimated, and neither should the way they were feeding off of the poverty among the city, just like the Merchants did before them. Large-scale drug trade was the name of their game, just with a nicer facade than their greasy predecessors and a more charismatic face, using the fact that they likely had a biotinker of some sort on staff to catapult themselves into the high leagues.

Hannah snorted. As though villains like these ever did anything out of sheer generosity. No, Cain was up to something, and until they got the order to, they could not stop him. But once they did?

They would show the world that Cain and his LSC weren't any different from any of the other criminals.


Taylor watched intently, focused on Cain's every move.

It wasn't every day that a villain gave this deep an insight into the way they viewed the world, how they considered how a villain was supposed to be and the ideas behind such, though if there was any one villain to do so, it'd have to be him.

Or maybe she was interpreting too much into this whole villain night concept, she wasn't about to claim she was a psychologist. She was just following logical steps, here.

Seeing his perception of villainous versions of Armsmaster, Miss Militia and Panacea had been... interesting, with his depiction of Lung less so, though still a good way to put things into perspective. Lung hadn't been a person; he'd been a dragon, through and through, and his comment on how pervasive and powerful dragons were in mythologies the world over hadn't been wrong.

She was the daughter of an English professor, some things you just knew in that position, snapping up bits and pieces of information, the odd tidbit here and there.

But before she lost herself in reminiscence, back on topic. Lung was... a dragon. That fit what she knew of him and could find out through a cursory wiki search. Specifically, he jealously guarded what was 'his', even if he didn't really care what his people did, and his most outstanding character trait seemed to be his pride. A western dragon indeed.

In contrast, the first three had been people, rather than a veiled reference as to what they could be reduced to. Armsmaster's evil twin had been sleek and intimidating, Panacea's had been cold and distant, while Miss Militia's had been bold and boiterous, from her initial expression each.

She wondered what he was trying to say about them, respectively, though further analysis would have to wait right now. Her suggestion had actually gone through, amazingly enough!

Of course, said suggestion had been the most interesting he could have taken, from a simple informative standpoint. After all, 'Tell me about yourself' was as close to asking him who he really was or considered himself to be, in the end. And so Cain was going to draw himself as a villain.

Except, as he progressed, Taylor was starting to have doubts. About many things.

Her initial plan was standing as a rough concept, but seeing the sheer destruction wrought as casually as could be by the figure in the picture, Taylor was reconsidering her chances. Why would someone, anyone, that had access to so much sheer cryokinetic power even give the bug girl the time of day?

Her entire plan hinged on getting an in with the LSC, and she was... re-evaluating her chances. That said, she also wasn't going to sit around and do nothing, so she'd just... do it. Yes.

"Oh, and of course, it wouldn't do to leave out my expression! I know, somewhat inaccurate, given you can't really see it normally, but I do make it a point to always keep smiling, bright and happy. Brightens up everyone's day, you see, even if they can't see it."

Looking at the disturbing picture making her question the artist's sanity, especially as it was supposed to be a piece of self-expression, Taylor shivered. And not just because his power, some form of cryokinesis, seemed to be a perfect counter to her own.

Perhaps it was just him joking? Covering his tracks...?

The plan would need rethinking, no matter how much she just wanted to do something, be something. She'd been preparing for months now, a few days working out the details of her first big coup wouldn't go amiss, would they?

Taylor sighed. Maybe she should just go with her first plan, just going out to stop some crime or something.


Missy tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the briefing to begin already.

It'd been nice to get out of M/S a day early, sure, but now they were just making her (and Chris) wait here with the others, and honestly, they'd obviously all seen the stream, so why did they have to-

"There you are, everyone. Let's go through this briefing so you can all go home."

Or back to the Wards' common area, Armsmaster. She'd been in M/S screening all day already, she didn't need to be home on top, too.

"Is this about Cain's comment on Sophia," Dennis asked, unusually serious compared to his usual... Dennis-ness.

"Yes, as some of you may have noticed, Shadow Stalker isn't here today. She will be given a seperate briefing at a later time, just to keep things from... excalating."

"Why isn't Director Piggot briefing us? I thought she took over responsibility for the Wards Team ENE."

"Director Piggot is... not in any condition to give briefings to anyone. Medical, of course, which is why I have taken over this duty."


In another place, but in the same building, Director Emily Piggot was being strapped into a dialysis machine, her Vice Director sitting right next to her, both of them merrily waving about a glass of whiskey each.


Without any visible movement, Armsmaster started the projector, a slide already playing. "To start off, Cain is now officially rated a Trump 5/Shaker 4, with additional ratings to be assigned pending review, based on new insights gained."

"You mean based on what he claimed and drew when he did himself."

"That may or may not be an accurate observation. Anyways, as a general rule that bears repeating, if you sight Cain in any capacity, run. Doesn't matter in what situation or whether it may out you. He is a highly dangerous criminal whose exact capabilities are unknown at this point in time, and while he is unlikely to go straight to lethal, we cannot be sure of this."

"In other words, business as usual." Thank you Dennis, however would these meetings feel like without your interruptions?

"Indeed. Onto the next topic, an unknown amount of parahumans is working for the LSC, which is why the following areas are strictly off limits to any Wards patrols..."

Missy held back a sigh. This was going to take forever, despite her concentrating on what was happening.


Alexandria strode through the portal, entering the usual meeting room inside Cauldron's base. Another day, another bevy of potentially worrying revelations slash feints to be analyzed.

And, of course, David to be ignored.

And speak of the devil...

"Hey, there you are. I think we've all watched the video, so let's get right into it."

Not trusting the little asshole to actually take things seriously, Rebecca cleared her throat, sitting down and opening a folder as she did so.

"Very well, let us begin. Unless anyone has anything to discuss before we get into Cain's latest antics?"

"I do, actually," Kurt said, looking up from his laptop for a change. "Though it is connected to the main concern at hand, of course. Take a look, everyone, and tell me what you see."

Turning his device around, Kurt showed everyone two pictures side by side, one she remembered from one of Cain's earliest streams and one from the newest.

"Are you trying to show us a difference in his art style?"

"Indeed, though calling it his style is somewhat of a misnomer. You see, I have run an analysis of all his publically available work so far, and a few incongruities have come up. Cain's artistic skill is growing at an alarming rate, the kind of difference that cannot be explained away as a natural change and refinement of his style."

"Better how?"

"Properly explaining would require far too much time, but simply put, I have compared everything he has been doing with the works of a variety of artists, from simple amateurs to masters of their craft, and certain similarities have cropped up, as they always inevitably do with a large enough data pool. Suffice to say, his own work is becoming better far faster than normal human parameters would suggest, and even mathematically speaking, his art is becoming more and more appealing as of late."

"So, wait," David threw in, his head cocked to the side a little, "you've been running a deep analysis of his art from a mathematical and empirical standpoint?"

"I have. I'm not about to read any meaning into what he does, that is neither my strength nor my role, but I took a few minutes here and there to take a closer look."

"Huh. You know, that's the first bit of analysis about him that made sense and actually gave us a clearer idea about the man himself. Good work."

Ignoring the thing in the corner, Rebecca cleared her throat, sliding her folder towards the middle of the table. "While this does indeed indicate that Cain indeed has some kind of thinker power for enhanced cognitive capabilities, rare as those are, I believe we should discuss his newest work and possible interpreations of it."

"And here we go aagin..." The Thing In The Corner said, not like anyone paid it attention, as was only proper.

"To start with, I believe the concept of a 'villain night' he spends the majority of drawing villainous versions of local heroes was either a smokescreen for the core of the matter, or else a jab at either the ENE, for the state the city of Brockton Bay is in, or us, given the variety of less-than-legal activities we are conducting."

"The core of the matter being?" Doctor Mother asked, her eyes focused on the folder. Flipping said folder in the manner of someone dealing with far too much paperwork on a daily basis that got used to it, Rebecca laid a finger on the copy of the screenshot taken at the most optimal moment.

"His message in this picture."

"Oh for- You do realize he could just as well be using literally all of this as a giant smokescreen, I hope?"

Further ignoring The Thing In The Corner, Alexandria began pointing at the elements of the picture in turn. "His bodybuild, while not exactly matching what footage could be obtained by local law enforcement, is close enough to be written off as a change in costume effecting the optics. The background could be either a cryokinetic explosion of some kind, or else an explosion showing the blue sky, both are entirely possible interpretations and tilt the rest of the picture towards entirely different meanings.

The rain and mist of blood only adds towards the impressions given, respectively, and the symbol in the lowerleft corner could be either entirely random, a red herring for anyone trying to analyze, or some kind code, perhaps, though we wouldn't have any way to actually read it as of yet."

"... It's a square and a line, Rebecca." Ignore! The Thing! In The Corner!

"Building up from earlier theories and speculations, it is quite possible Cain is depicting the moment he destroyed something- perhaps an entity, perhaps the limitations the Agents put onto powers so as to allow him access to more Agents, or perhaps even his own trigger event, as it could have been broken in a manner similar to Glaistig Uaine, which would, in turn, explain the way he acts- with a filter on his perception of reality, but nevertheless trying to keep things straight, so to say, also a possible reason he has been keeping his distance from us."

"Oh, so we're officially moving on from the Endbringer theory?"

Pointedly ignoring The Thing In The Corner, Rebecca went on to the next part of her explanation of Cain's likely motivations. "Alternatively, he could just as well be an Endbringer, portraying what would happen to any city he might attack. Granted, I'd estimate the likelihood of this possibility lower as of right now, but we cannot discount it based on the indicators we have."

"Hey, Rebecca, what if he's a human that triggered as an anti-entity hunter that fused with an Endbringer and is currently eating Scion from the inside."

IGNORE! The Thing! In The CORNER!

"Or hey, how about an anti-entity emerging from primal entropy seeking to bring destruction to the universe? What do we do then?"

This was going to be a long meeting.

"In other news, Kurt, anything new from the institutions Cain 'inherited' from Coil?"

"No overt movement so far, though I've actually seen some interesting news on PHO."

"... Wait a moment, since when do you bother with PHO? We have PRT interns for that." And for once, she couldn't fault The Thing In The Corner for opening its mouth.

"I have to do something during break times, you know, and nothing goes over eating lunch while scanning the news, whether on official sites or, frankly put, shitpost central. Apparently, an auction of Cain's work is supposed to be held in a week, and..."


"Alright Okita, let's talk costumes."

"Costumes? Not Cuties?"

"Not quite yet, unfortunately. There were some... issues... with acquiring the raw materials. Shouldn't take too much longer to get the required amount of viscera, I promise."

"Mmm... 'Kay. Costumes?"

"You may have noticed from various media, but in general, powered individuals are expected to run around in some kind of costume incorporating, at minimum, a mask, to hide their identity. Heck, some are literally going around topless, but the face concealing part is important."

"Mmm... New Wave?"

"Statistical outlier, and they still lost nearly a third of their team when they went public."

"'Kay."

"So, any thought on what kind of costume you'd like to use if you ever want to act as a cape in this dimension? Better to have it made just in case."

"Don't care." Ahh, one of the more obvious typically Okita conversational traps. She actually means 'I don't have any preferences either way', rather than trying to be offensive.

"That's alright, I can skecth up a few ideas and you can tell me whether you like them."

"Mmm."

Now you only have one problem... You brought some pens and paper, but you can't exactly reach them from where you are, and with Okita draped over your lap...


You go through a few ideas and sketches, occasionally veering off towards groping and massaging Okita all over to keep her happy and focused, though that doesn't change how little effort she wants to spend on actually thinking this through.

"And you're really sure this is okay?"

"Mmm, just simple and comfy is important."

"'Kay."

As you coopt her favorite word when speaking with you, Okita pouts for just a moment before smiling her sly little smile at you.

"Kay." As she says it, she twists around, facing you and gliding her hands under your shirt, proceeding to grope at your abs.

"Mmm. Mine." And with that, she presses her head through the opening she's making and against your chest. You just smile and pat her head through your shirt.

Suppose you'll stay here for a bit longer, after all.


"Alright, Kate, Sarah, let's talk business. What do we need done, what can we do about the nazis."

"Uhm, you have something there, Gabe."

"I know, ignore the limpet." As it turned out, Okita wasn't too happy to let go of you when you decided to go get some work done, and so there you are, naked inside 'your' office (not like you ever actually use it as such), Okita clamped around your arm as she walks after you.

You've gotten used to it already.

"So, anyways, what can I do tonight to further our various goals in the Bay?"

"Alright, how about you go spy on Victor and Othala? Or Peter and Helena Herren, respectively. We know they're housing Rune and that Victor's an accountant for Medhall, while Helena's a 'stay-at-house' wife, though I'd bet that's just an excuse. She's totally healing E88 suckers all the time somewhere under the cover of being busy visiting people, going shopping and all that stuff."

"Sure, why not. You got the address?"

"Better yet, I actually wrote a dossier on each of them, as well as a mission description for you to read."

Glancing over each of the documents Sarah pushes at you, memorizing them to actually read them later, you poke Sarah's forehead with your free hand. "You know, you're taking ths awfully seriously. Whatever possessed you to actually produce more paperwork than we already had?"

"Hey! Let me have my fun with Project NaziNope, okay? Also, if you're gonna poke at me, there are better places, you know?"

Grabbing the hand holding her documents, she pushes your outstretched finger downwards and at one of her nipples. Chuckling, you flick it a few times before giving her the documents right back.

"Much as I'd like to stay and have some more fun, I'd best get going. Make sure to take Okita back to her room, okay?"

Shadowing right out of everyone's reach, you get back to where you put your clothes earlier, grabbing them and hustling right off before an irate Okita can demand more snuggles.

Another time, sweetie.


Yeah, looking at it, this place is... pretty average, all told. Probably shouldn't surprise you, they're posing as 'completely normal' people, after all.

Nice little suburb, picket fence, decently sized yard with lots of lawn... Honestly, this place looks too perfect for your tastes. You'd be tempted to mess it up somehow if that wasn't your long-term plan anyways.

Either way, time to decide how to do this. Do you get inside and look around, or do you get inside and look around while transformed back into your normal self?

You're fairly sure they won't be coming or going at this time of night, anyways, though you could be wrong, so there's not much point in staying outside mucking about.


You make your way inside the house without issue, what with the door being open wide enough for you to come in regardless of how tightly it's closed.

So, here you are... entrance hallway, living room, bath, aaand there's a light on in the kitchen.

Well, no problem, you can just take it slow and keep to the corners, pretty unlikely anyone will actually see you that way. Coming in, you see what's most likely Rune, or Tammi Herren, doing something on the stove, though you can't exactly see what. Perhaps she woke up, had a late-night craving for something to eat?

Fuck knows you have the same thing sometimes, though you don't exactly have to wake up first to go take a bite out of your bloodbags.

Clinging to the wall, you raise yourself as you move along the wall, keeping yourself to Rune's back. The kitchen is pretty quaint, far as these things go; stove, countertop, cupboards, a little table and fitting chairs. Nothing particularly remarkable about it.

Except for the part where the stove is currently on fire, while Rune is just staring at it in a daze.

You, yourself, need a moment to wrap your head around this. What is it with E88 capes and setting their own homes on fire the moment you come inside? Is it a curse of some kind?