I was lazing on my couch, barely giving any mind to the movie playing on screen seeing as I was too busy making out with and groping the eager blonde on my lap while vaguely aware of Kim settling nearby with her laptop when a new jump became available.
Breaking our kiss. I ignored Amanda's needy moans in favor of pushing her head down, feeling her quickly slip to the floor, settling between my legs before getting to work pulling my cock out of its confines and taking it into her hot little mouth, my attention already focused on what was available to me this week.
This was the first jump whose source material I was unfamiliar with, considering the sheer amount of available jumps I could remember it was bound to happen eventually. Going over the intro, different origins descriptions, the free singing perk and the drop on freebies didn't really get my hopes up, that is until I read the first origin capstone and felt a huge pang of regret at being unable to acquire it.
Just Fall Out Of The Sky would have been an absolutely incredible power, with it I could have gone to an out of the way spot summoned Jack slash away from his merry band of murder hobos and shot him to death getting rid of a possible vector for the apocalypse just like that. I really needed to stop doing that, reading about perks I couldn't get that is, it kind of pissed me off.
I pushed Amanda down my length ignoring her gagging and choking sounds my girth making every inch an incredible struggle. Halfway down my shaft she started weakly slapping at my thighs, something I ignored even as she tried to pull back for air my hand on her head easily stopping her while I enjoyed the way her throat and stretched lips felt being so tightly wrapped around my cock.
Groaning, I focused back on the jump and felt my mood improve drastically after reading the Child origin freebies.
Backyard handiwork was absolutely incredible, the ability to substitute specially crafted equipment and massive machine shops for simple tools and common materials and yet, still successfully complete whatever building project I put my mind to no matter it's complexity was simply mind boggling.
Tinkers the world over would trade an arm and a leg for this kind of power.
This beauty on its own made the child origin an absolute must have, the fact the other freebie was nothing to sneeze at was simply a welcome bonus.
The OWCA perks were barely even worth the time I spent reading them seeing as its only worthwhile freebie barely added to my already existing skill set.
Moving onto the last origin's perks I could barely believe what I was reading, so much so that I ended up going over the text multiple times before straight up picking the Pharmacist origin and it's freebies right then and there.
Week 12
Choreographic (Free To All): Ever had a feeling you just weren't sure how to express? Well, now you can do so through song. You have a perfect singing voice, combined with a decent understanding of choreography, and the capacity to break into song almost anywhere and have musical accompaniment start up for you.
Behold! (100 CP): You are a master of the dramatic reveal, knowing just how to reveal whatever scheme you are working on in the most dramatic way possible.
What is better, any pesky heroes or anyone else trying to stop you will patiently wait for you to finish expositing about what your latest invention does, why you invented it, etc.
This only works when first introducing something, but if you can alter it enough to make it honestly different, well, you may be able to use this to catch a breather in the middle of combat while you explain your new upgrade.
Occupational Hazard (100 CP): One peril in the life of a pharmacist...sorry, evil scientist, is that eventually things backfire on you. Explosions, falling off of buildings, getting sucked through a portal into a realm of pure chaos, these sorts of things happen, and now, you are built to withstand them.
You'll still get injured, but it is much, much less than you'd expect from the circumstances. Get hit by an explosions? You'll be a bit charred, maybe have a few burns, but you'll still be able to walk around. Fall off a building?
You might sprain your hip, or maybe break a leg, but you'll be up and about in no time, rather than being scraped off the sidewalk.
Sucked through a portal to chaos? You might be speaking in tongues for a few days, but your brain will bounce back in time for your next scheme.
Lab Coat (100 CP): A nice white lab coat with a bunch of pockets. Resists stains and damage, and is guaranteed to never get caught on hooks or sharp objects. You can store more in the pockets than is apparent at first glance, and you always seem to have a wrench and screwdriver in your pockets, no matter what.
The ability to use exposition for a time out even in the heat of battle was nice though I doubted it would ever see much use with the way I fought. The Occupational Hazard perk on the other hand sealed the deal for me. The sheer damage mitigation it offered me was incredible on its lonesome, add in the implied regeneration from exotic effects and it was a solid top tier Brute power.
This was an incredible safety net. While all my engagements so far took advantage of my insane stealth and my armor had yet to even be scratched, there was no guarantee that it would always be the case. This latest power up would make sure I made it back even should the worst happen.
Locking in the jump for an additional week, I turned my attention back to Amanda and found her all but passed out. Eyes rolled back in their socket, arms hanging slack at her sides, her white shirt practically see through with how much drool soaked into the fabric. Pulling her off my cock I watched as she slumped against my leg completely insensate and felt myself throb at the sight.
A glance to the side showed Kim with a hand down her sweatpants while the other seemed to be busy pinching a nipple, her wide eyes locked onto her friend's twitching form.
"How about you finish what she started."
At my words the dark haired girl all but scrambled into position next to Amanda face flush with desire, her hands wrapping around my length, guiding it to her lips. She took a moment to kiss the crown before taking it into her mouth, her skillful tongue quickly rolling around it even as her hands started pumping up and and down.
Running my hands through her hair I smirked as she stilled, her eyes moving to meet mine and widening. A muffled moan escaped her lips as she realized she'd be getting the same treatment as Amanda. It was really good being me.
...
Leet screamed as he huddled down in his car seat as a couple new cracks in the windshield showed that bullets were flying way too close for comfort.
"Who the fuck even is this guy!?" If his voice came out as shrill and panicked he honestly couldn't care right that moment.
"Fucked if I know bro. I think he was shouting something about the whores and about giving us the same treatment a GTA protagonist would get in our situation or something."
Uber words were clipped which was to be expected when he was doing his very best to swerve out of the line of fire and lose their pursuer, something that he was having more trouble achieving than expected, especially when you took into consideration his impeccable driving skill and the fact that the car, despite not being Tinkertech, it had quite a few Tinkertech additions to it that should have made their escape a matter of course.
"The protagonist gets fucking shot to death if he gets busted in GTA!!! He wants to kill us for a harmless gig?"
Unfortunately for the duo everything they deployed was shot down immediately. Precious Tinkertech wasted by normal bullets, it would have made Leet scream in rage if he wasn't busy screaming in fear already. As if the situation wasn't bad enough, attempts to return fire were a really bad idea with how accurate this trigger happy madman turned out to be. Hell if it wasn't for their reinforced car seats they'd both be dead by now.
Worse still was how blindsided they'd been, when been prepared was usually the name of the game for them, after all they didn't consistently give the slip to the likes of Armsmaster and all the bullshit he could bring to bear without having plans set up just for that.
Their Grand Theft Auto inspired stream had been going brilliantly until it wasn't, one moment Leet had been crossing an empty street chasing down his latest target as she fled, baseball bat in hand, the next he was picking himself off the ground dazed and confused, it was only after seeing Uber being run over by a car that he understood what happened.
He'd almost been killed! If it wasn't for his shields they'd both have been reduced to little more than smears on the ground. Run over by a car that came out of fucking nowhere, and that freaked Leet out.
This was supposed to be as safe a gig as possible, he had sensors deployed all over the place to give them advanced warning when hostiles were on the way so they could wrap up the stream and book it.
It was one of his few long lasting creations and a quick glance at one of his displays showed that despite its failure to warn them, it was thankfully still operational. Sadly the same couldn't be said for his shields, while they had undoubtedly saved both his and Uber's lives they'd had to toss the precious Tinkertech away when it started showing the telltale signs of imminent catastrophic failure.
They had been some of his better shields too...
Another bullet wizzing past too close for comfort brought him back to the present.
"Drive faster!"
"I'm going as fast as I can!! His reaction time is insane I can't lose him like this you need to fire back at him bro."
"And catch a bullet? No fucking way! Just get us out of here!"
Uber's only response as he started making some crazy turns was a grunt and it wasn't until after a couple more close calls that he spoke again sounding confused.
"I don't think he's trying to kill us."
Leet shot his partner a wide eyed look as more bullets slammed into their vehicle. "Could have fucking fooled me!"
Uber furrowed his brow. "I'm serious he seems to-"
Whatever Uber wanted to say was lost in a surprised scream as one of their tires was blown off while they were they were drifting around a corner, he tried recovering but they'd been going too fast and their car flipped over and over until it smashed into a street light tearing it off the ground which slowed down their wrecked car enough that it ended right side up when it finally settled. Not that the now bloody and battered duo were in any shape to appreciate that small mercy.
Kim could barely believe her eyes as she watched the still ongoing stream, the villains having failed to disable their drones. She watched as James smoothly stepped out of his car and approached the totaled vehicle, prying the passenger side door open and dragging the two villains out before going back to the wreck, rummaging around for a bit and finally stepping back with a baseball bat in hand the same one Leet had been using earlier.
Her breath caught as she watched him stand over the downed duo casually twirling the bat before he simply started beating them to within an inch of their lives, their screams, the sound of cracking bones and that of the bat striking flesh being broadcast perfectly thanks to Leet's Tinkertech cameras.
By the time James drove off the only way anyone could tell the broken bodies of the two villains still had life in them was due to their pained sobs.
Head spinning at this unexpected outcome she finally managed to tear her attention away from the screen and became aware that she'd been wrapped in a hug by Amanda and allowed herself to relax, the tension leaving her all at once.
"You were freaking out."
She must have been if she not only failed to notice her friend trying to comfort her, but also completely missed James suiting up and driving off.
"I-I recognized one of the girls and it just sort of hit me you know... That could have been me. If it wasn't for you guys, it could have easily been me being beaten by these pieces of shit for views... Life is already hard enough on most of us without assholes like these actively making it worse for entertainment."
The fact he just up and left to fuck up two capes because of her was insane, It never even crossed her mind that he'd be willing to fight for her the way he did for Amanda all those weeks ago and being faced with the reality of it made her feel safer than she could remember...
That was easier than I expected almost too easy to be honest. The sight of Kim looking so distraught had affected me more than I thought possible, so much so that I'm surprised I had the presence of mind to put on my leather outfit and helmet before taking off after those fucking pieces of shit in my Dodge Charger and yet I'd managed to successfully hunt them down with almost no preparation.
Not only did I find them easily I out drove Uber as an afterthought seeing as I could anticipate every single way he could try to slip away while at the wheel of a car, his every options all but laid bare before me and I promptly countered them almost as fast as he attempted them.
I also managed to lead them exactly where I wanted them thanks to my marksmanship, decades of combat experience allowing me to place hails of bullets exactly where I needed them each and every time the near misses guiding Uber as surely as if it was my hands on the wheel of their car.
Being so in control was a heady feeling. I never really got the chance to appreciate everything I could do with the power I'd gained until now.
I'd been too focused on what each new perk granted me individually that I never thought of how they'd stack up and never really noticed how powerful I'd become considering I'd been mainly fighting baseline humans.
My small power ups were building on one another and I was apparently already at the point where taking down Uber and Leet two villains that gave the Brockton Bay protectorate the slip time and time again hadn't been a challenge at all.
Hell the only reason that it took so long to deal with them was funnily enough the same reason I was out hunting them in the first place, Kim.
After my talk with her I'd measured my response to the empire cunts based on the crimes I came across, some died, some were simply knocked out while most of them were beaten and crippled I might have started adding some head trauma for good measure after remembering that Othala's healing required her patients to be able to be somewhat aware.
The fact that blows to the head could easily kill them was something I was willing to risk. I wasn't going on a killing spree but accidents could happen, and there had never been a more deserving bunch.
As such I went out of my way to take these clowns down non lethally, though I doubted they'd ever appreciate my mercy.
Picking up on the roar of an approaching engine I turned off my headlights and slowed down just in time for a souped up truck to come barreling out of a side street before speeding off and away.
It didn't take a genius to deduce that this was most likely Squealer's work and considering she'd barely been active for a couple of months before me she was unlikely to have enough Tinker vehicles by now to allow someone other than her to drive them. Hell with how rough this one was, I wouldn't be surprised if she was still working her way up to the good stuff.
A moment was all it took for me to decide to go after her. While I couldn't match her speed I had no real trouble following her, my familiarity with the city's streets and the sheer noise she was making allowed me to easily keep up by taking some shortcuts.
Her workshop was a pitiful thing a small garage with various car parts dumped all over the place with the odd setup here and there where the magic was most likely happening and when I said rough I meant it. I saw her pouring various chemicals into a used oil barrel before tossing in two cables hooked to a car battery making the whole thing glow an eerie color...
Leaving her to her work I slipped away to deal with her guards, though I hesitate to call these three guards, seeing as they were almost out of it. It was a small miracle the merchants even managed to hold onto their Tinker for this long.
Taking care of them was so effortless that I ended up barely hurting them at all, simply choking them out and leaving them there looking as if they simply fell asleep.
Back in the garage all I had to do was walk up to the busty blonde Tinker after setting up some rope to deal with her, her focus on her work so complete that it made even the slim chance she'd turn around and notice me unlikely.
By the time she registered something was wrong and came out of her Tinker fugue I already had her standing on her feet, blinking in confusion at finding her hands securely bound and pulled over her head by rope.
The blonde Tinker had barely started yanking on the rope trying to fire herself when
I was surprised in turn by the Phineas and Ferb jump becoming available again. This was the first time my power triggered while I was out and about wasn't it?
It was really distracting. Luckily I already knew what I wanted and wasted no time confirming my choices and dismissing the jump before turning my attention back to my captive.
Week 13
Backyard Handywork (100 CP): Who needs a massive machine shop or specially-crafted equipment when you have some plywood and a toolbox?
No matter how complex or intricate of a project you might be making, you'll find that you can easily figure out how to substitute commonly available tools and resources for more complex equipment, and still have the final project come out fine.
Also comes with a decent understanding of engineering, architecture, and a few other material science fields to help you get started on whatever projects you might want to work on.
Watcha Doing? (100 CP): You are an expert in discovering people's motivations, both in being able to discern from clues why someone is doing what they are doing, and from the fact that if you just ask them, they'll more than likely tell you. Anyone that you ask about what they are doing and why will be inclined to give you at least a brief run-down, if not an expositional monologue.
Toolbox (100 CP): A toolbox full of common tools, along with some basic supplies, such as 2x4s, nails, glue, and rope. Holds vastly more than the outside would suggest, and new tools and supplies will show up within a day after being used, lost, or broken.
Also makes those who use the tools slightly more competent in their usage, enough to avoid any of the minor injuries like hammering your thumb or cutting your finger on a saw.
"What the fuck!?"
Her words failed to convey the sheer disconnect she experienced and her utter confusion. One moment she was elbows deep in her latest ride working to bring some of her ideas into reality and the next found her like this...
What kind of bullshit was this. She pulled on the rope again and again without much success.
"Whatcha doing?"
Sherrel yelped, her heart leaping to her throat as she spun on the balls of her feet, badly startled by the irreverent voice, eyes widening as she took in the black clad form of her likely captor.
"I'm trying to free myself so I can cave in your fucking skull with my wrench you motherfucker. You messed with the wrong bitch!" The words were out of her mouth before she could really think them through and maybe being that aggressive in this fucked up situation wasn't the best of ideas but it was at least better than showing weakness.
How the fuck had someone that big snuck up on her anyway? Her Tinker fugues were bad but not to the point where she'd somehow fail to notice someone tying her up for fuck sake.
What about the three fuckers that were supposed to watch her back? Where were they? God help her if those idiots got so high they missed this guy coming in.
"Who the fuck are you supposed to be anyway? Do you even know who you're dealing with?" She all but spat the words at him without much effect.
"Let me go, you motherfff- "
SLAP!*
"Ahn~"
Her words cut off by a moan, her eyelids fluttering as the sudden jolt of pleasure took her by surprise when he casually slapped her sensitive tits out of the blue making the full hefty orbs bounce and clap under her crop top and he wasn't gentle about it either the bastard.
Face flushed in shame she grit her teeth and forced herself to level what she hoped was a murderous glare at him.
"Y-you bastard! You think you can do this to me and get away with it? I'm with the Merchants-"
Crack!*
"Nghaa~! Fuck!" Why the fuck did this feel so good? Her breast had always been sensitive despite their size but this was too much.
Panting for breath she did the only thing she could in her situation and tried to kick him in the balls and immediately regretted it when he easily side stepped her blow and punished her with two blows in quick succession making her throw her head back in forced bliss, a reluctant moan escaping her lips.
"Noooo~"
Bound as she was and with her attempt at fighting back so easily dealt with she did the only thing she could and turned her back on him desperate for a moment to calm herself.
While having her tits slapped had hurt, that pain was completely overshadowed by the pleasure, so much so that she'd probably been a couple slaps away from reaching her peak. She wouldn't give this asshole the satisfaction of making her cum, she wouldn't!
Biting her lower lip she squeezed her eyes shut, tried to get her breathing under control and forced herself to ignore the heat that was rapidly building below.
Her concentration was shattered when two warm hands slipped under her top and cupped her heaving breasts. She hadn't heard him approach, not even a whisper. He squeezed.
"Nghaaa~ s-stooop~"
He didn't. The bastard merely chuckled and ignored her in favor of capturing her painfully stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers making her breathing pick up again even as her eyes widened in panic, her resolve already crumbling as she felt the heat pooling in her belly about to spill.
"W-wait." Oh god she was so close if he did it she'd be done for.
He lightly pulled on them teasing her even as she tried to desperately slip out of his grasp with no success, all she ended up doing was shaking her fat tits and ass for him.
"Let me gooo~."
Turning to look at him over her shoulder she was struck by the sight reflected on his helmet's mirrored visor, her face was flushed, her eyes half lidded and her lips wet and slightly parted.
God, she looked like she was moments away from begging for it. Her hips bucked a little as the thought crossed her mind before she forced herself not to dwell on the hard length she felt pressing against her ass.
"W-What about the unwritten rules? If-if you stop now I won't mention this to anyone."
Her only response was a snort before he squeezed!
Her vision went white and she let out a whorish moan as he made her cum from her tits alone, shaking her head in disbelief even as her hips bucked, grinding her fat ass against his hard length.
It wasn't fair. She had tried so hard to resist.
He pulled her sweaty tits apart by her aching nipples making her voice rise in pitch before smashing them together in a loud CLOP digging his fingers into her soft pliable flesh.
She was losing her mind. She wasn't supposed to cum her brains out from having her tits mauled by a stranger. Being crushed against his powerful leather clad body wasn't supposed to make her feel so hot. The pleasure was too much! None of this made any sense...
She woke up on the floor to the aftershocks of her many many orgasms still rocking her body. Her hands were free and a glance around showed that she was still in her workshop. Which made no sense whatsoever.
Confused she pushed herself to her feet and wobbled around weak kneed trying to figure out what happened, looking for signs of battle. Had someone come in and chased him off? She'd been too out of it at the end there to remember much of anything through the haze of pleasure.
The place wasn't completely tossed up so Skidmark hadn't shown up, no bullet holes that she could see, the three useless lumps were passed out in their seats. So what the fuck?
Wasn't he supposed to kidnap her? Who in their right mind got their hands on a fucking Tinker and just left them be after having a little fun?
Hell, the Merchants had no qualms about snatching her up while she was scavenging for parts Skidmark was to this day her habit while trying to make her his woman. She doubted the ABB, E88 or protectorate would give up a chance to get their hands on her despite how new she was on the cape scene. Everyone wanted a Tinker. So why the fuck was she still here?