OYHN: Worm edition Chapter Eight
Disclaimer: There are a whole lot of different intellectual properties involved in this work, none of which are mine. There's two lines from 'Freaks' by Timmy Trumpet and Savages quoted in here, I think that's OK, but I'm not sure with how touchy the music industry can be.
Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, my mother-in-law found a brand new time vampire for me. Removing carpet, in the living room we're still living in, so, move furniture, cut out section, clean up, move furniture back, and get the place livable again before my youngest gets home from school. Also, a bunch of other stories want to get started. The Celestial Forge roller is kind of addictive. The last scene kept growing on me, I was going to include the Pokedex entry for the Nerdbabe and Megane-ko, my version of the G-Poindexter and Supe-Bra Genius, but it's taken long enough I decided to put it somewhere else.
Friday, Feb 18th 2011
Poking the dragon part two
Amy Dallon twitched in annoyance as an unfamiliar ring tone interrupted her math class, then blinked as she realized that shouldn't be possible at Arcadia.
The bass and the tweeters make the speakers go to war/ Ah, the mighty trumpet brings the freaks out to the floor!
She was even more shocked to realize it was her phone.
"Hello, is this thing on? If I want to stare at a teenage girl's ass, I don't want it to be this close up."
She frantically grabbed her phone out of her back pocket as everyone in class laughed. "What the hell?"
Video chat was already open. Control Freak was driving a tractor trailer. "Yeah, I just hit a truckload of ABB 'merchandise'," he said, actually taking both hands off the steering wheel to make finger quotes, "I was expecting guns and drugs, but it turned out to be girls, and I'm thinking, 'What am I gonna do with three dozen, beaten, disease riddled whores?' And then I remembered, there's a hero team that isn't so compromised the girls will be adding to the dragon's hoard by tomorrow, they have a healer, and more importantly, an address in the phonebook."
"Wait, you're taking them to my house?"
"Score one for the cleric, knew you were the brains of the outfit. So if you grab your sister and fly home right now, you should beat the serial suicide bomber and slash or the rage dragon here. Don't worry about class, I wrote you a note."
At that moment, in the school secretary's office, the fax machine spat out a message, reading "Please excuse Amy and Victoria Dallon from class for the rest of the day. They have cape stuff to do. Signed Control Freak."
Amy sputtered for a moment, completely flustered. Even by cape standards, this was a bit much. "You can't do this, -"
"I can, I will, -" he parked the truck and got out, heading for her front door, "- I have." He knocked on her door. "Mark Dallon? Delivery for you." Her father opened the door and looked out. "Enjoy your whores. You can keep the truck!" There was the sound of some kind of jet or rocket firing, a quick, dizzying view of the roof of her house, and then the call cut out.
Amy looked up at her math teacher, who gave her a long suffering glance and waved her out.
A few hours later, Vicky was putting out the last of the fires in the living room while Amy escorted the escorts to their escort which would take them to a womens' shelter in Boston, which would hopefully keep them out of the ABB's clutches. Their dad was talking to a PRT trooper with more animation than he'd shown in years. Oni Lee, heavily sedated, handcuffed, and hooded, was being loaded into an ambulance. A dozen unconscious or otherwise disabled ABB thugs had already been loaded into transports.
Amy surveyed the smoking ruins of their beautiful lawn and garden. She barely reacted when Vicky poked her in the side.
"Aimes, I know this is physically painful for you, but you can't fix this just yet. You already slipped up a bit." said Vicky.
"You think someone noticed when the hedges sprouted thorns? I kept them pretty small. And who are you to talk? You pulled the mallet out of hammerspace." replied Amy.
"Hey, I was playing the world's most annoying game of whack-a-mole, OK? And anyway, I was talking about how we had a perfect lawn and garden in February."
Friday, Sept 17th 2010
Performance Review
While I recognize it's impracticality for most companies and HR departments, there is nothing that makes a blunt, uncompromising critique of every action you've taken for the past week go down easier than getting it from a beautiful woman giving you a titjob.
"You should have taken Ruby along and had her on overwatch with a sniper rifle." said Saya. Pause for a moment of deepthroat, then wrap me back up in pillowy softness. "You were an idiot to power manipulate one of us in the field, knowing the possible side effects." Nibble the tip threateningly. "It's stupid to ignore basic safety concerns."
It's very hard to come up with any kind of coherent defense under these circumstances. I'd say it was unfair, but then she might stop.
She mounted up and put her wrists, knees and ankles into the sex chair's self-adjusting restraints. I triggered the cleaning enchantment before she shoved her breast in my mouth. Which really made defending my actions and my decisions even harder, now there were two different ways I wasn't saying anything remotely sensible. My only hope was to stimulate this genius to the point where even she would lose track of what she was saying, forgetting her own arguments amongst the orgasms.
"You were incredibly reckless getting scans of tinkers. (Breathy moan.) This isn't Starfleet, success doesn't excuse unnecessary risks." She stopped glaring so she could close her eyes and tilt her head back. "You should have found a way to power scan through an Arcane Eye, or some kind of X-Ray vision. You didn't need to jump into a dozen different Tinkers' workshops. (Stuttering gasps.) You were almost caught by Leet. Someone trying to be a nutty Golden Age theme villain. AND FAILING!"
Somehow, it wasn't surprising that she came with an insult about the ineptitude of others on her lips.
I released her breast. "You know, with the regen and Aegis's powers, I can survive your sessions just fine without the bondage."
She pulled against the restraints just enough to shove her other breast in my mouth. "Don't be stupid. That'd be too weird." she muttered in Japanese.
She didn't allow that to distract her for too long. "And what will that idiot do with his new, improved power? Now that it is part of him, and can grow organically? And who will notice?"
She started moving her hips in that perfect way, and I responded to her unspoken request, one hand playing with her ass occasionally probing her sphincter, other working her breast. Today was apparently orgasm-as-fast-and-as-many-times-as-possible-day, in preparation for tomorrow.
And more importantly, it kept me from having to remind her that Uber's power had been internalized too.
Afterwards, spooned together in the vitally important post-Taming cuddle, Saya had a question. "Why are you doing this?"
"That thing with my hand? Well, I can feel that you don't want anything more teasing, so I'm avoiding the underside of your breasts and your pussy, so I'm left with just randomly stroking your stomach."
She elbowed me in the gut. "You know what I mean."
I exhaled, disturbing some of her lovely pink hair. I brushed it out of the way, and kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder. "Fixing this world, it's gonna take the body count of a communist dictator. I mean, unless we go with one of the mind-control-the-whole-world-into-better-people plans. To make myself into a person who can do that, not just plan it, not half-ass it and try to walk it back, I need to be, well, like my characters. I don't want to use the word 'hard' under these circumstances, but, well-"
"Ruthless. A killer."
"Right. To do that and not make myself into a monster, I need either Occlumency or Vulcan emotional control, and I need it before Halloween. Victor's skill copying keeps giving me something that works for Willow or Hermione, not me. So I need a dummies guide to these skills and a way to learn really fast."
"Idiot. Just give yourself the power to do that."
"And if I screw that up, I make myself into a psychopath. If I make it indirect, it's something we can all use, without randomly rewriting your species. You know, that thing you were complaining about earlier. So, Hermione gets magic tinkering, and hopefully we get a 3.5 spell, a Pathfinder spell, and a magic skill book."
"So why do the rest of us need tinker powers?"
"Can't show favoritism to just one member of the harem, that can breed resentment and ruin our relationships."
She grabbed my hand and put it between her legs while wriggling her butt, trapping my dick between her butt cheeks. "I don't want tinker powers. I'm not a builder, I'm a commander."
I kissed that spot on her neck again, as an idea struck me. "Or an admiral. You know you don't need to do anything to convince me, you just had to tell me."
"Shut up and get to work." she said. She grabbed the bedframe with her hands and one foot, determined to try something that, for a Pokegirl, was incredibly kinky. Un bound sex.
Because it might be the last time she did it as a Nerdbabe, and whatever her new type might be, it might not be possible for them.
The next day, they gathered in the Secret Villain Base part of the house, a.k.a. the sub-basement.
"OK, Saya decided to opt out of this, anyone else have any last minute reservations or changes?" I asked.
Willow glanced at the rest of the harem, and took a deep breath. "I think we're good. I'll go first, I'm curious what everyone else insisted my specialty needed to be." Reacting to everyone else's looks of disbelief. "Really, I haven't looked."
I put my hands on her shoulders. I took the generic Tinker template, inverted the one I had grabbed from Leet, added a bit from Armsmaster, and focused on the concept we had chosen. "Willow Rosenberg, I dub thee, Tinker of Safety and Reliability."
She staggered, concepts, principles, ways to improve everything she'd ever seen flooding her mind. After a moment, she shook her head and glared at the rest of them. "Safety and Reliability? Really?"
Chloe took the lead on this one. "Willow, we all love you, and respect the power and versatility of Starfleet technology, but they use plasma from antimatter and fusion reactors to power touch screens. I don't want my control panel to helpfully tell me the system it's running is damaged by exploding."
"And the endless number of ways things malfunctioned when exposed to almost anything." added Ruby.
"Hey, those were explorer ships encountering strange new things for the first time. I'll have you know that Federation civilian ship technology is the most reliable in the galaxy. If your transporter has accidentally split someone into two different people, or combined them together, or the holodeck has attained sentience and declared war on another universe, there's interlocks to prevent that and procedures to fix it. No matter how insane your problem is, you can trust Starfleet's already been there and done that." Willow said defensively.
Hermione sighed. "The critical part is that she didn't unexpectedly evolve. Tinker abilities might actually be compatible with Nerdbabe genetics." she paused. "I hate Pokegirl terminology."
"Or it might be that she's already at the end of her evolutionary path." interjected Saya. "You're right, their terminology is terrible." she muttered something about beating someone to death with a biology textbook.
"Oh, so we need someone at the beginning of their evolution path, so, me next! Please? I feel so incomplete, not knowing how to make my babies!" said Ruby.
"Alright, Ruby Rose, " I said as I put my hands on her shoulders, " I dub thee, Tinker of Weapons and Robotics."
She flashed with a bright white light, and would have collapsed if I hadn't been holding her. When my eyes cleared up, I could see that she'd gained half a cup size, and red highlights in her hair.
It took her a moment to stand on her own, then she thrust her fist triumphantly up in the air. "Yes! Crescent Rose, Penny, you shall live again!"
I scanned her, and then went over to the Minion Trees to check out the info on her new type. I burst out laughing. "Reality is trolling you, Ruby. Your new evolution is called Armsmistress."
"Nothing shall ruin this moment for me!" said Ruby, as we all giggled a bit. She ran off to the workshop next to the Minion Trees.
"Alright, who's up next?" I said.
"I'll go next, let's save the magic girls for last. They're the ones most likely to go horrifically wrong." said Chloe.
"You're only saying that because it's true." said Luna.
"Alright, Chloe Sullivan, I dub thee, tinker of Software." Again, there was a flash of light, and she would have collapsed had I not been holding her. Her transformation was a bit more extreme, as she gained a pattern of golden circuitry running from her eyes down her neck and disappearing under her clothes. Her blonde hair was now literally golden, and, of course, she'd gained a cup size.
"Well, her boobs are bigger, she must be more powerful now, because Japan." said Willow.
"Hey, don't pick on Japan, this reality has done that enough." said Hermione.
Luna tilted her head. "The sinking of Kyushu is karmic payment for multiple worlds worth of hentai?"
We all contemplated that, then shook our heads and moved along.
"Well, according to the Minion Tree, you're now a Cyber-Nymph, an electric/psychic type, so, technopathy, electrokinesis, psychic armor." I said.
She ducked under my arm, pressed her back against my chest and reached up to grab the back of my head. "It also says my libido is now high, so I'll need sex daily to avoid going feral, and my new feral is 'a very staticy state of Bunny-esque distraction'."
"You've also unlocked the basic nymph type, so we have other options for staffing the brothels." said I.
"Decisions, decisions, do we unleash more pokegirls upon the world, or do we use Terminator gynoids for a job that's both sex work and retail, thus maximizing our chance of them going Skynet." said Willow.
"Go Skynet!" shouted Ruby, from her position in the workshop.
Chloe was about to say something, when she was interrupted as Luna reached around from behind me to grope her breasts. "I've been checking some of the source material, and this is the appropriate response to a friend/co-worker's magically gaining breast size." she said.
Willow and Hermione both facepalmed. "Luna, please don't ever take social cues from anime ever again." said Hermione.
"And could you stop molesting Chloe?" asked Saya.
"She doesn't seem to mind." replied Luna. "Stick your hand in her knickers, get today's Taming session taken care of."
With that, Chloe rediscovered speech. "Right, we were in the middle of something here." She slipped out of Luna's grasp. "I need to borrow Willow for some girl talk," She grabbed her and dragged her off to the side.
"Well, that leaves me next. Just a moment." Luna turned off her human disguise and slipped out of her sundress. She very distractingly ran her hands over her body, starting at the tips of her bunny ears, across her breasts, around to the cotton-tail above her perfect ass, down her legs and to her toes. "Alright, do me."
I shook my head and took a deep breath to focus after that little display. I held onto her shoulders, and didn't focus on the cute pout. "Luna Lovegood, I dub thee, bio-tinker of Fantastic Beasts."
She didn't flash, but she did stagger slightly. She bounced on her toes, and checked her ears and tail. "Oh poo, I didn't evolve."
"Yup, still a Spellbun. I think you're at the end of your evolutionary track. You can put your dress back on." I said.
She tilted her head inquisitively at me. "Why?" she asked.
"Because I'd rather my specialty didn't come out as sex magic." said Hermione.
"Whyever not?" Luna asked.
Hermione huffed, grabbed me by the shoulders, and turned me around so my back was to Luna.
"Right. Hermione Granger, I dub thee, tinker of magic." I said.
Her reaction was even more anticlimactic than Luna's. She blinked for a moment, then shook her head. "The arithmancy for spell creation seems to be flowing easier, but that looks to be the extent of it."
Meanwhile, Chloe had dragged Willow off to a corner, and cast a Wall of Silence. She looked into the psychic's eyes. "Am I still me?" Chloe asked.
Willow hugged her. "You're still you." After a moment, she released her, and held her at arms length. "Now, let's check up. That bit earlier, when Luna was groping you? Did you mind that? No, ok. If Alex had started fondling you? Still ok. If that had been in the shop, with no customers, maybe just us? Still ok. Now he pulls down your pants around your knees and takes you from behind? Still ok? Alright, now, same scene, only there are customers, they're watching, some of them have phones out filming, a few are half-hidden behind things and masturbating. Wow, still ok."
"I have changed, haven't I?" asked Chloe.
"Well, yeah, you used to have inhibitions, but-" Willow said before being interrupted.
"But now I'm even more of a sextoy than before." said Chloe.
"Well, I mean, before this, you could have been talked into at least trying almost anything? Not public performance sex, but, you know, a little risk of discovery thrill? So just, check with one of us before doing something in public for a few days while the change settles in? Not Luna unsubtle-name-symbolism Lovegood." said Willow.
"It's just, -" Chloe started, unable to quite say what she meant.
Willow hugged her again. "I know. We have one major identity crisis left to go, and then we're good to, you know, figure out who we are. And, we should have the self-mind control stuff ready before then, so post-Halloween you should be mostly, now-you with a new type of magic and technical skills, and complete Chloe Sullivan lifetime memories."
"Right. We're not just Pokegirls, we're Nerdbabes. If the Pokedex entry is right, having someone else randomly change our species is a right of passage for us." said Chloe.
"Darn Tootin'. We start out geniuses, and then Mom comes around and changes us into something else so paranoid government types don't know there's a Pokegirl who can invent new tech while feral. So glad we're not on that world. Oh, and I think the others are done." said Willow.
They all gathered in the workshop, where Ruby was using a Shape Metal spell to make … something … it's probably a gun in some manner.
"Right, now that we've got that taken care of, assignments. Hermione, Luna, we need a spell to write everything someone knows about a subject into a book instantly, and something that lets you learn a skill from that very quickly. Chloe, go over the snapshot I made of Dragon's systems, I want to at least get rid of the killswitch, blind spots, and the obey authority compulsion. Willow, Saya, help Ruby, because the next thing to do before Halloween prep goes into high gear is try to use a Disgaea item portal to get something that doesn't exist in this universe. Get ready for fighting in vacuum, insane space wizards, super martial artists, and stormtroopers maybe actually shooting straight, because we are going into the book." said Alex, as he held up a copy of Heir to the Empire, where we first meet Grand Admiral Thrawn.
