A/N Cuddles and Kisses
Alt title: Cry me a river
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Chapter 50!
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So, I'm finding out how extreme my medicine is. I have severe ADHD. And I'm consider a medical/statistical anomaly. The average dose of my medicine an adult takes daily. Is 20-30 MG. I take 72, they don't even make them that high a dose. I have to take two 36's every morning.
Turns out that's enough to give some people heart attacks and kidney failure. And I'm fine. Hell, off of the meds I can't even drive.
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I got over my writers block! And on my day off!
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DancingLeaf: Total of three stories. On Overlord, One Worm, One Pokemon. Though I've seen you've been enjoying the Overlord one.
Loser Baby is why I simp for Husker.
And unfortunately. I have, in fact. Discovered the truth of the internet and holding lewds sacred.
RadChaos897: "When there's trouble you know who to call, Teen ti-"
Spoilers for this chapter!
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Nah! You thought!
WAAAAAAGH!
No I don't know the Amy-bulance meme. And I googled it, but couldn't find anything other than a children's book called Amy the Ambulance.
Oh, and a quick courtesy heads up. Pay attention because it's the only one you'll get.
Prepare your clones.
Kaykaykaykayan: Gully is happy :)
StormySpartan: Don't quote me. But I think the reason Eidolon's power was weakening was because he was using it to the point it was dying out faster and faster.
Grimnosh: It's not that Kitsu was against Madison being a furry. She literally thought 'Fuck it' in the first few seconds. It was more exasperation over a multitude of factors. One was that it was the fourth time Madison was in her little office, two was the number of people she's had to deal with, three was that she thought Madison was sexualizing furries and that she was helping her in that endeavor. It wasn't reluctance, it was exasperation.
Yeah, Missy in canon had a habit of drowning herself in work to avoid stress at home. It's not AS bad here, yet.
Crystal getting motion sick is actually canon! And I find it hilarious as well!
Nuclear cat: Haven't seen you in a HOT minute. How ya been?
And thank you!
Misaka Phoenix: It would be your favorite chapter. -_-
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Disclaimer: I don't own Worm or any other characters in this work, other than my OC. All other characters belong to their respective properties.
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-Saturday, July 10 th, The Rig, 12:08 pm-
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Director Emily Pigot POV
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"Alright, Miss Militia, Armsmaster. Can you tell me why I'm getting so many complaints about our resident shaker?" I ask the two.
Three, count them three reports filed that paint Vista in a negative light were on my desk this morning. One for harassment of teammates. One for excessive force used in apprehending a fleeing criminal. And one for an ethics claim, apparently, she went off on one of the lunchroom staff. Nothing excessive. But she was very disrespectful.
"Well, I think it might have something to do with her personal life." Miss Militia says.
I look to Armsmaster for confirmation. Who just stares at me.
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'Right, he's more robotic than a calculator.' I think with exasperation.
"What's wrong? Did her mother sleep with her principle or something?" I ask.
"Not, exactly." Miss Militia says. "Her parents divorce is now official. The proceedings are underway for a no fault divorce."
'That's surprising.' I think to myself. 'Wonder who that bitch had to blow to get that.'
"And none of you thought to address that?" I say.
"I did." Armsmaster says. "She requested more patrol hours to stay out of her house. I granted her that request."
I once again stare at the tin man.
"And what made you think that giving a stressed out pubescent girl with superpowers more work hours, was a good idea?" I ask.
"She made a convincing argument." He shrugs.
A shrug! He can emote.
"And what, was said argument?" I ask as I nurse the bridge of my nose.
"That more time away from the stressor would allow her to better perform her job." He answers. "In hindsight, I see she was just pandering to my sense of duty."
'No shit Sherlock.' I think with annoyance.
This is why I never had kids.
Missy is an outstandingly talented youth. Dedicated and attentive. Any PRT base would be lucky to have her. However, with recent revelations. I'm starting to think that her being here is unlucky for her. If this is how Armsmaster is handling a troubled youth.
"Armsmaster, until further notice, you are to spend at least one hour a day studying child psychology." I order.
"I hardly feel that's-"
"An order. Collin." I reaffirm before turning to Miss Militia. "Any suggestions?"
"Time off?" She says with a shrug. "She can't be here, she's already smacked Clockblocker with a stop sign. And if she stays around here it's only a matter of time before something happens."
The fact that that doesn't faze me should probably concern me.
"Well she can't be at home." I say. "I don't need to say why that's a bad idea."
"Well." Miss Militia says tentatively. "As bad as it sounds. We could always have someone else take care of the problem."
"Elaborate." I demand with a glare.
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-Sunday, July 11 th, Dallon House, 7am-
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Kitsu POV
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"No, no, no, no." I say out loud as I go through my outfits.
I have a date with Missy today! She's off duty all day and managed to get permission to use her hero outfit. So we can be in public together!
The only problem? I can't decide what to wear! I'm going through everything! I want it to be something she hasn't seen before! But she's seen most of my outfits already!
I'm currently in my underwear as I'm borrowing Vicky's full length mirror.
Real quick though, I turn to the side and satisfy a curiosity of mine.
'Dayum!' I think to myself. 'Baby got back!'
No wonder I keep catching Missy staring. I would too.
"What do you think Kratos?" I ask the beetle on my bed.
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"Purple! Of course!" I think to myself. "She loves purple!"
I grab my outfits and put them back in my closet. Before grabbing my Iris Fall outfit. Without the wings. Throwing it on and checking myself out. I need to call Parian again soon. My chest is starting to get a little tight. And it's slightly stretching the dress.
That's gonna be another couple hundred I need to go to Mom about.
Should be good enough for today though!
*rrm*
I rush over to my phone and check it. It's a message from Wade.
(Hey, that Thomas guy you wanted me to keep an eye out for? He's just been declared missing.)-W
Well, that's good. And bad.
Good, because it means my plan of, have Wade contact me anytime Thomas is seen and go out there and kill him in a way that doesn't let him know who did it. Is working!
The name is a stand in until I think of something better.
It's bad because, well, now he's likely to get creative.
(Let me know if Coil is spotted)-K
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(Did you just break the unwritten rules? Again?)-W
(It's a coincidence, I assure you)-K
(Sure)-W
I don't care. The rules are unwritten for a reason. And besides, I never said Thomas Calvert is Coil. So I didn't dox him.
Back to my date!
I look in the mirror again. And decide I'm not feeling it. Maybe going purple every time I want to get Missy's attention isn't the way to go. Maybe something else?
"What do you think Kratos?" I ask the beetle again.
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"Blue?" I ask for clarification.
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"Dark blue!" I realize.
With my mind set. I go for another outfit.
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-Dallon House, 9am-
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I'm waiting on the couch in my Serena Champion outfit. Minus the cape. I have it. Just, it feels a little extra for a rollerblade date. Got my royal blush lipstick and the eyeliner with specks of blue glitter.
Got my ride on the recliner. Freshly medicated and caffeinated for my convenience.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiti-
*Knock*
Before anymore knocks can be made. I rush to the door and swing it open. Much to the surprise of my girlfriend behind said door.
And there she is! In her, normal hero outfit.
She brought me flowers! Blue Marigolds!
I'm just standing there as she stares at me. A blush slowly creeping up her neck.
"You like~?" I say knowingly and give a little twirl. "It's one of my favorites. Though I never get to use it."
"I, uh, yeah." She says numbly before her blush intensifies. "I mean you look good! Beautiful!"
"You two are just adorable together." Dad says as he walks up behind me. "You girls ready to go? Or is there some, new age, pre date ritual I don't know about?"
I turn around and stare at him for a long second. Squinting my eyes as I try and figure out if he's messing with me or not.
"How old are you?" I ask through the squint.
"Not that old." He says defensively. "I think, what year is it?"
I turn back around and grab Missy by the waist. And turn her on her side. Carrying her like a basketball.
"Ah!" She squeaks.
"Come on." I tell her before shifting her to my shoulder, facing behind me. "Let's leave the old man. He'll just cramp our style."
"Kitsu, put Vista down." Dad says.
"She doesn't mind." I say.
"She's clearly uncomfortable." Dad says. "And even still, you need to get in the car."
"Vista, do you want me to put you down?" I ask the girl on my shoulder.
"Um, kind of?" She says, and I move my tail to wrap around her neck comfortably. "No, no I'm good."
"See?" I say as I turn to Dad. "She's fine."
"Kitsu." He says as he crosses his arms.
"Fine." I say with a sigh as I bend over to set Missy back down.
Enjoying the way said girl has a MASSIVE blush.
"Hey, hey Missy." I say softly as I lean forward.
"Hmm?" She squeaks
"Think fast." I say as I lean up and give her a quick kiss.
"Too slow!" I say and run to the car where my backpack. Setting the bouquet down next to me.
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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I love her so much.
"Come on." Mr. Dallon says as he pats me on the back. "If we wait too long, she might carry us to the mall."
"Right." I say and head over to the car.
She's so perfect. Even with her hyperactive personality. She's doing everything to make me feel better over, what's happening.
I sit down in the car next to the adorable ball of chaos and cuddles. Mostly cuddles. And right away she puts her tail in my lap! It's so fluffy and warm! Especially in this unusual chill created by the ice plate.
"Hey um." I pipe up. Suddenly thinking about something. "Why didn't we just use my power to travel?"
"Because, I don't get to pick you up." Kitsu says cheekily. "So I think a car ride is good compensation."
"But doesn't that just mean we get less time to spend with each other?" I ask.
She takes my arm closest to her and holds it to her chest. Pressing my arm against her soft and very warm body.
"Still got complaints?" She asks with a teasing grin.
Not at all!
"Hands where I can see them." Mr. Dallon says.
My arms shoot up immediately in surrender as my gaze shoots forward. Seeing Mr. Dallon's smirking face in the rearview.
"We weren't doing anything!" Kitsu protests. "Who do you take me for? Crystal?"
"Oh I know." He says with a teasing grin.
"Stop interfering in my love life old man!" Kitsu yells.
"Never!" He laughs.
I'm starting to see what Mrs. Dallon means when she says they share a brain cell.
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-Nonny's Roller Rink, 10:30am-
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The newly opened rollerblade rink. It's nice. Got a retro, fifties dinner aesthetic to it.
Kitsu is getting the rollerblades while Mr. Dallon is getting the food. He didn't trust her to get the food without eating half of it before she got here.
Speaking of. She's on her way back with the rollerblades. Skipping over happily.
"And here are your shoes." Kitsu says as she holds out the newly rented rollerblades for me.
"Thanks." I says as I reach for them.
"Ah!" She teases as she holds them back.
I smirk at her. Leaning to the side as I put a hand on my hip. Raising a brow at her, though my visor probably hides it.
"Is this revenge for the sushi earlier this week?" I ask. "If you want a kiss. You don't have to trick me."
"While tempting~" She says as she rocks back and forth on her heels. "No, that's not what this is."
She then takes her foot and scoots my chair over. Before going down on her knees! Oh holy crap! No! No! Bad brain!
My heart pounds. Burning in my chest as she takes my foot and unties my sneaker. I'm rooted in place. I have no clue how to react to this! Is, is this inappropriate? Is my mind just in the gutter?
My heart keeps up its pace as my knees and jaw weaken. Something so, so simple as putting on my shoes for me. Why? What is going on here? How is this so, I don't even have the words!
"There!" She says smiling up at me with that adorably fanged smile. "All done! Now, your turn!" She says and stands up.
'WHAT!?' My mind screams.
A chair moves over. Placing itself right under her as she sits. She then brings her legs up to rest on my lap as she reaches down and grabs the smaller pair of rollerblades.
"Catch!" She says as she tosses them to me.
I catch the shoes in my hands. And stare nervously at her deep blue heels.
"Well?" She says and wiggles her feet.
I go ahead and take her shoes off. Being careful with them as I'm pretty sure they're expensive. I set them down and start putting the rollerblades on. Just as I'm done tying the shoes. And getting my heart under control. Mr. Dallon shows up with the food.
"Do you have any idea how expensive the food is here?" He asks with a tone of disbelief. "Forty bucks for a pizza and a basket of fries. Highway robbery!"
"It's called a convenience tax." Kitsu says. "They upcharge for the convenience of you not needing to leave and get food."
"Then why have a sign saying no outside food allowed?" He counters.
"Meh, complaints of the poor." Kitsu says haughtily. "Come along darling, we needn't associate ourselves with the common rabble."
She stands up and takes my hand.
"Um, I'm middle class." I point out as she helps me up.
"And when you graduate as a Ward?" She asks knowingly.
I, have no defense to that.
"Well, I guess I'll just enjoy my poor people food on my own." Mr. Dallon teases.
"Like heck you will!" Kitsu challenges as she lets go of me and charges for Mr. Dallon.
*Clank* *Smash*
Only to slip on her skates and smash face first into the edge of the table. Falling to the floor in a heap as Mr. Dallon grabs the drinks to keep them from falling.
Meanwhile my eyes are glued to her rear. Her dress hiking up just enough to barely see the outer hem of her underwear. The flawless curve of her legs and thighs on full display.
'This is easily one of the best days of my life.' I think to myself.
Though I don't get to enjoy the sight for long as Kitsu jumps back up.
"I'm okay!" She says. "Just hit my forehead!"
Mr. Dallon just stares at her. Struggling not to laugh at her lack of coordination and face plant.
I'm just glad no one caught me staring.
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Kitsu POV
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Missy was totally checking out my ass.
I don't mind. If what happened to me happened to her, I'd probably do the same. Girl got legs!
After my stare down with Dad. Where I took a fry and flicked cheese on his face. I took the blushing Missy by the hand again. And, conscious of the wheels on my feet, guide us to the rink where people are skating.
"You know." I say as I drag the wobbly Missy. "We could've used your power to make it to the ice plate out on the bay. Had a little winter date in the summer."
I have a tan coat that I just know Missy would fall over. Especially if make the Eevee neck floof? I might just use that later today. See how she reacts.
I've mentioned it before, but I'm fine with a neck floof because it's cute. The stripes just make me feel hairy. And the stripes are natural. I have to turn them off every morning to keep them from growing. The neck floof is the opposite. If I fall asleep with it, I'll wake up with it gone. Or rather all over me as the fur falls out.
"Hmm, maybe." Missy says with a small smile. "Our own winter wonderland in the bay? We could have snowball fights!"
"Or mistletoe~" I tease as we start skating.
"If you want a kiss, you just have to ask." Missy says.
"Why even ask?" I say cheekily as I go to give her a quick peck on the cheek.
Only for her to beat me to it!
"Gotcha." She says with a smirk.
"You sneak!" I say in mock offense.
"Says the girl who can turn invisible." She says with a smirk.
We're just sliding across the rink as we talk and try not to fall. Neither of us being particularly skilled in the art of walking with wheels. Seeing as I've never done it. Impeccable balance be damned.
I have good balance as a result of my tail. Not as the result of a power.
I slip a bit and Missy has to catch me. Which just leads to a fumbling mess where people skate around us.
"Whoa!" I shout as I fall forward.
"Crap!" Missy cries as she pulls me back up. Overextending and causing us to fall back.
"Ah!" I panic and try to corral us to the side. Not wanting to fall back on my tail.
"Eep!" Missy squeaks as we fall against the side wall.
Missy is sat against the wall. Me in her arms, face to face as I look up to her. We stare at each other. A few blinks later we both start laughing.
The rest of the date went pretty much as such. With us trying and failing to rollerblade. As neither of us have ever done it. Only to later be shown up by Dad.
Who is literally Russian Folk Dancing!
"What the actual flying dutchman heck!?" I cry as I stare at him.
"High school elective!" He yells out over the crowd as he does a mid air split! Gaining a round of cheers from the people watching him. "It was either this, or sewing!"
"They taught Russian rollerblade folk dancing?!" Missy asks.
"Nope! Just folk dancing!" He says. "Get good enough at something and it never leaves youUUUU!"
He just slammed down in a crouch, finally fumbling. Doing the splits and slamming his crotch to the floor.
He forgot a cup.
He falls to the side while nursing his crotch. Much to the collective amusement and or wincing of the crowd.
I slide over to him. Calmly stopping right before him.
"What was that about getting good at something?" I ask, looking down at him with a grin.
"Just, don't tell your mother." He groans. "I'll never hear the end of this."
"I won't tell her." I say simply. "Whether or not she'll see it on PHO is another story."
"Fuck me." He groans.
"Language~" I tease the showoff.
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-5:08pm, Dallon House-
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At home, with my Missy. Dad's going to get Mom from work. Amy's at the hospital covering for me with the Case 53's. Which is still all over the news and all anyone can talk about.
We're in my room. I'm sat sideways in Missy's lap as she brushes my tail. My head on her shoulder as we relax in silence. I'm in my night clothes, same as her.
"I love you." Missy says as she kisses my cheek.
"I love you too." I say and kiss her back.
"Not as much as I love you." She says as she stops brushing my tail. And brings her arms to hold me. "You, you never judge me. You just are, you're here and love me back. You make me feel loved."
She's starting to shake. Missy, is upset. And not annoyed upset or miffed upset. She's, sad upset.
"Well, that's because I love you." I say as turn in her arms to face her. "And I want you to know that."
She stares at me with watering eyes. Not quite crying, but definitely a bit shinier from the moisture welling up.
"Are you okay?" I ask. "You know you can tell me anything. Did you kill someone? I know a guy who help hide the body." I finish with a devious smile.
"Pfft. I love you so much." She says with a sad smile.
"You said that already." I say. "C'mon Missy. What's wrong?"
"I'm fine." She says. "Just, sentimental. It happens."
"Bullshit." I say, much to her surprise. "Missy, over the last several days you've been extra clingy, extra emotional, had a short temper, either you're pregnant or this is about your parents divorce."
She gives another chuckle as she lets out a tear. The first of several as more follow suit.
"I, I just, is it me?" She cries. "I, I know it's not. But, they, when I was younger, we were so happy. The only thing tha, that changed, wa, was me."
"Missy, you know that it's not you." I say and hug her, placing my head beside hers.
"I, I just, but. I was there the, the whole time." She says through her cries. "I, I could've done, maybe. I don't know! I just never thought it'd actually happen! I thought we'd get over this! And be a family!"
"It's not your fault." I say as I pat her back.
"I know!" She cries as she squeezes me harder, her tears staining my white tee shirt. "I know."
I hold her as she tries to squeeze the life out of me. A few minutes later. She's done crying, and we stay there.
"See?" I say as I pull back. "Crying is good for you. Don't you feel better?"
"Yeah, yeah a little." She says with a small smile, her eyes red from crying.
I put my forehead to hers. My hands on her cheeks. I give her a quick kiss.
"And I still love you all the same." I say, still forehead to forehead. "In fact, I think I might love you more."
"For crying?" She questions with a small smile.
"For trusting me enough that you can cry." I say as I open my eyes to stare at her. "Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on. Just remember you have me."
Her tears start welling up once more.
"I love you so much!" She says with a crack in her voice. Hugging me even harder. "Why are you so perfect!?"
"I'm just perfect for you." I say with a smile.
"Promise, promise you'll never leave me?" She asks with a choked voice.
"Not so long as I can help it." I say and kiss her again.
"You really like kissing me." She laughs.
"About as much as you like staring at my butt." I say with a smirk and wiggle said butt in her lap.
I laugh at the way her eyes widen and her face reddens.
"I, I um, I." She stutters, much to my own amusement.
"Nowhere for you to run now." I say with a devious smirk as I hold her tight. "Face your sins!"
"Well, it's just, you, I'm looking at your tail!" She stutters. "It's just so fluffy! And round, I mean soft, no I mean, yeah soft!"
"I don't mind." I say, cutting her off.
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"You don't?" She asks.
"Mm, no, not really." I say with a smile. "I mean, I got a sweet butt. Why would I be upset that my girlfriend likes it?"
"Oh, um. I just thought, since a lot of people say staring is rude. That, you'd, get mad at me?" She says awkwardly.
"Hm, I mean, if you were some rando on the street I'd be annoyed." I say, placing a finger to my lip in thought. "But like I said, you're my girlfriend of how many months now?"
"Our three month anniversary was just yesterday." Missy replies quickly.
"Wait, really?" I ask with a raised brow.
"We got together on the tenth of April." She answers.
"Oh, neat." I say simply. "Well, like I said, I don't care that my girlfriend likes how I look."
My goal here is to make Missy feel better. And right now, that involves distracting and reassuring her.
Not to say that anything I said is untrue. I'm just being a lot more forward about it than I normally would. Besides, this just opens up more room for teasing!
"Well, in that case." Missy says softly as she swallows a lump in her throat. "Is, do you look at, me, that way?"
"All the time." I admit. "I'm just better at hiding it."
Super speed go zoom.
That gets her blush to come back full force.
"Oh, um. Well, what, what do you, um." She stutters.
"Your legs." I admit with a smirk. "And your lips. I love your lips."
To emphasize my statement. I kiss her again. Only this isn't a short kiss. It's a longer, more passionate one.
Which is ruined when Missy slides her hands down and grabs my butt.
"Hey!" I shout as I pull back and bop her on the forehead. "No!"
"I thought you said-"
"I don't mind you looking, buttouching is another story!" I say as I grab her hands from my butt and place them on my sides. "Hands, away, from the equator. We've only been dating three months, I'mma need at least six before I allow any wandering hands."
"I'm sorry." She squeaks, her face red in mortification.
"You're fine." I say and turn to my side in her lap. "You can make it up with scratches."
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Victoria "Glory Girl" Dallon POV
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"Well at least she knows how to stand up for herself." I mutter as I walk back to my room.
I heard crying and went to see what was going on. Only to find the topic was way out of my jurisdiction. And, when the subject matter changed, I was ready to embarrass the fuck out of the munchkin. Maybe black mail her into doing some of my chores in exchange for not telling mom and dad.
This, eh. This is fine.
I float back into my room and take back my spot on the bed. On my back, head hanging off the side as I scroll through my texts.
"Everything okay?" Ames asks.
She's doing the same. Only she's sat on the floor. Sitting against the front of my bed.
"Yeah." I say as I get a text a text.
From Kitsu.
(Pls dnt tell mom)-K
(Missy might actually die of embarrassment)-K
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-Tuesday, July 13th, The Rig, 8am-
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Kitsu POV
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So, it turns out that yesterday I was supposed to start tutoring. Or, summer school for my horrible social studies grade. But, well. My summer school teacher is kinda dead. She was on the boardwalk and got mutated. And, died from said mutation. Her nervous system was turned inside out and she died from the shock.
On the one hand, that sucks. On the other. No school! And on the metaphorical hand that is my tail. I'll have to spend the entirety of the first half of my freshman year being tutored after school.
Boo.
On the bright side my nurse outfit came in! Stereotypical nurse outfit. I was planning on wearing it today and maybe surprising Missy when she showed up for our lunch. Maybe tease her a bit.
But then Amy decided she'd take the day. And Missy got console duty.
So I thought I'd visit Missy before she has console duty. Then just fuck around the rest of the day. Maybe hang out with dad watching some of those old spy movies he has.
As I'm thinking this. The hallway distorts and Missy slams into me.
"Whoa!" I cry out as I instinctually activate my immovable. Causing Missy to fall back as I catch her.
And I see it. Tear stained, red eyed. She's still crying.
"Oh my gosh baby!" I cry out in concern. "What happened?"
"It, it's nothing." She says as she stands back up and rubs her eyes dry.
"Missy, stop lying to me."
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-15 Minutes earlier, Ward's common room-
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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Scrolling through my phone. Looking for something new. All anyone can talk about is the Case 53 explosion.
Today is gonna suck. I've got console duty and it's just after school gets out. And crime is pretty high right now. Which means I'm stuck watching a screen all day unable to really help anyone.
"Hey pipsqueak." I hear as the resident rehab project plops into the seat next to me. "Got anything juicy for me?"
'Ignore her.' I tell myself.
"Just gonna ghost me like that? Alright, well I was asking cause I heard something rather juicy about you." She says. "Heard your mommy and daddy finally couldn't stand each other any longer and made it official."
"That is none of your business!" I glare at her.
"And I don't care." She says with a smirk. "Just curious as to how it feels. Never had a dad. So I don't know what it's like."
"That makes sense." I say. "Probably saw you and ditched."
"Soph, leave it." Vergil says.
"What?" She says innocently. "Just curious what it's like to come from a breaking family."
That, hurts more than I care to admit.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" I ask.
"Aww, what's the matter?" She says in a fake baby voice. "Am I huwting your feewings? Get over it."
"What is wrong with you?" I ask.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong with you." She says with a smirk.
"Excuse me?" I say in shock.
"I mean, stop me if I'm wrong. But you act like an adult when you're the youngest. Clearly got issues there." She starts.
"Better than acting like the strongest in the room when you're the weakest!" I point out.
"Sure, whatever." She rolls her eyes as she turns on the stool to rest her elbows on the counter. "You know, thinking on it. It makes sense you'd wanna be seen as a grown up. Faster you could grow up, faster you could get away from mommy and daddy arguing."
That's, not entirely, true. Not completely at least.
"Sophia! Knock it off!" Dennis yells.
"Shove it wristwatch." She flips him off. "Where was I? Oh yeah, hell, you're so broken, I willing to bet the only reason you're dating the little fox is because you couldn't convince Dean to give you a shot."
"That's not true!" I yell.
Right?
"Hell, I bet she showed you a little bit of interest, and you jumped right on that train."
"Sophia!" Dennis and Vergil shout.
"Mommy and daddy too busy fighting to pay you any attention." She says with a smirk as my eyes start watering. "So you hopped on the first person to pay you any. And when that didn't work? Well, you latched onto the second."
I'm already halfway out the door. If I let her see me cry. She wins. I won't give her the satisfaction.
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Kitsu POV
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"Shhh." I calm the girl as I rub her head. "It's okay. I'll deal with it."
"No!" She shoots up. "It's not a big deal! Sophia just likes to run her mouth!"
I'm already walking as she tries to hold me back. With me just dragging her as I calmly make my way to the common room.
"No no no no! Please!" She keeps begging as the door at the middle of the hall stretches away from me.
"Missy, I love you." I say as I stop. "But I need you to understand that I have a bitch who just fucked around, and now she needs to find out."
As I say that. The common rooms door opens to reveal Dennis.
"Get bent!" He shouts behind him. Flipping off whoever he's addressing.
He turns to see me. And Missy, who is currently trying to hold me back.
"Oh fuck this!" He says and turns down the hall in the opposite direction.
"Ayo man!" I hear Vergil call out as he steps out of the door to look left where Dennis is currently booking it. "The heck's wrong?"
"I choose life!" He shouts.
He looks around and spots me. And I just wave.
"Ay man wait for me!" He shouts as he follows after.
Smart boys.
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-5 Minutes later-
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Lyra POV
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"AAAAAGGHHHH!" Sophia screams as electricity sparks from Kitsu.
She's not unaffected. I can tell from the way she's gritting her teeth. She's hurting herself to hurt Sophia.
She means business.
"Rrm." Brutus moans as he tilts his head at me.
"Stay." I instruct him.
No need to get involved in a fight for dominance. Sophia started it. Kitsu's ending it. Simple as that. I may not know what it is about.
"Argh! My arm!"
But I don't care. I just hope their fighting doesn't reach me and break the TV.
This Irwin guy in Australia is pretty cool.
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Kitsu POV
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Holy ever living shit that hurts!
I decided to take a shot at shorting out her breaker state. How? Well, electric eels. The three organs the electric eels use to make electricity are in my forearms and palms right now. And even being as small as they are, they hurt. Like a bitch.
Worth it!
"Cry some more!" I scream as I beat the living shit out of her with the stool.
Missy ran off to go get, someone. I wasn't paying attention.
"Stop!" She begs as I bring the stool down on her outstretched hand. Breaking it. "Ahh! You psychopathic bitch!"
"I SAID CRY!" I scream at the girl who hurt my Missy.
She turns into mist. And I electrify the metal stool. Gritting my teeth through the pain and swinging it through her. Catching her in the side and slamming her into the cabinets over the sink. Breaking them and causing Sophia to slam into said sink.
I'm keeping the voltage low. Making it just powerful enough to short her out. But not so powerful that it knocks me out from the pain.
"Home run!" I shout.
I might be enjoying this too much.
It'd be another ten minutes before someone came and stopped me. But I was already done with the waste of genetic material.
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-2 hours later-
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"Five broken ribs, a punctured lung, dislocated shoulder, dislocated hip, dislocated knee, shattered meniscus, five crushed vertebrae, cracked skull." Pigot lists off. "And those are just the highlights. Should I continue?"
"Sure, I wanna know the details of my high score." I say with a smile.
"Shut up." Mom says. "We'll take care of the medical. And any-"
"Not necessary." Pigot says. "Kitsu already healed her. I just felt it prudent to let you know the circumstances of why Kitsu is no longer allowed here at the Rig for the foreseeable future."
"Fine by me." I say with a shrug.
Not like they can keep me out if I really wanted to get in.
Pigot stares at me for a long while. Before turning to Mom.
"I also thought you'd like to know that, given the extenuating circumstances, and Shadow Stalkers past history, as well as her recent history. We are willing to wave this off. Just this once."
"What do you want?" Mom says, crossing her arms as she glares at the woman.
"Excuse me?" Pigot asks. Though she doesn't seem fazed by the question.
"I've dealt with the PRT long enough to know you have an angle going here." Mom says.
Pigot stares at her for a while longer. Before sighing.
"I'm not at liberty to say." She says, once again having a stare down with the director of the east northeast. "Just know that it has nothing to do with anything you could give, or do for us."
"Then we'll take our leave." Mom says and stands up. "Come on."
I hop up and follow her out. Walking through the halls of the Rig.
"I'm grounded aren't I?" I ask as we make our way to the helipad.
"Oh very much so. Until August in fact." She replies without hesitation and a small laugh. "Unless there's an emergency or you're at the hospital, you're not leaving the house."
"Yeah that's fair." I sigh. "Can Missy still come over?"
"I'll think about it."
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Director Emily Pigot POV
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That could've gone worse.
I press a button on the desk.
"Send Sophia in." I say.
In a few more moments. The resident trouble child is here.
"Sit." I tell the walking headache.
"I'd rather-"
"Sit." I say once more. Making it clear that it wasn't a request.
She stares at me for a bit. Before stepping forward and doing so.
"What is wrong with you?" I ask. "Genuinely. Are you suicidal, do we need to put you through therapy?"
"What?" She asks with a look that's somewhere between a sneer and confusion.
"Because, I can't for the life of me, understand your thought process." I continue. "You see, you were doing so well, staying out of trouble, finishing your patrols. And the moment Daredevil leaves for New York. This happens."
"It's not my fault-"
"You antagonized the girlfriend of the most powerful parahuman this side of the Appalachian mountain range?" I suggest. "Sorry, I felt the need to stop you from making a bigger fool of yourself."
"She just needs to learn to stand up for herself." The brat in front of me protests.
"You see, that's were you're wrong." I say. "If you attack a hornet, they sting you. However, that sting leaves a chemical trail that attracts and agitates other nearby hornets. If you attack a wolf, you can expect its pack to show up. Am I getting through to you yet?"
"Sure, don't piss of the crybaby." She says with a roll of her eyes.
If I had a cattle prod right now I'd be making liberal use of it.
"No, what I'm saying. Is don't piss of the girl who has the power to leave the city!" I raise my voice. "You can expect this to go on your official record. And just so you know, this is strike one. Two more and you'll find yourself in juvie."
"That's bullshit!" She says as she stands up.
"Welcome to the real world." I say. "You'll encounter a lot of that here. Trust me I know, I'm staring at a pile of it."
I call Miss Militia to come escort her out. And prepare the report for Chief Director Costa-Brown. Kitsu has a new power. Electricity generation.
I can't exactly tell anyone that the entirety of the fucking triumvirate have a vested interest in seeing Kitsu kept happy and complacent on the side of the heroes. If she could one shot Behemoth three years ago, who's to say how powerful she'll be in a few more. How strong she'll be in two years, or five, or ten?
She's got an active and renewable get out of jail free card so long as her power keeps increasing and she doesn't do anything too bad. We just can't let her in on that fact. Which is why I had to enforce some form of repercussion.
I just pray she hasn't figured it out yet.
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No bonus. Sorry. All creative juices have been used up.
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Nah you thought! Here's a lemon for you perverts! A chapter fifty special!
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Crystal "Laserdream" Pelham POV
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Home alone!
I push Fire back onto my bed. Him falling back with a plop as I slide down onto my knees between his legs. It's been almost a week since we last did anything. And I'm starving.
"Come on, come on!" I whine as I struggle to unbuckle his belt and pants. "I've been waiting all day for this!"
"Holy shit, that's the hottest thing you've said." Fire says.
Noted.
I finally manage to get his pants open. His massive cock already poking halfway past the hem of his underwear.
I yank those off too and let the monster smack me in the face.
I give a deep whiff. Enjoying the musky smell as I bring my hands up to stroke it.
"Fucking finally." I give out a breathy moan before licking it from bulbous base to the heart shaped tip. Lapping up the pre as Fire brings his hands to my head.
I plunge myself down. Shoving the length past my tonsils as I gag.
I will get him all the way in damnit!
"Mrrm!" I gag as Fire moans.
With tears in my eyes, I go further down.
"Oh, fuck!" Fire moans.
Further, further! His bulb is at my lips! Almost!
My throat is burning and I have to come back up for breath. His heart shaped head flaring as it almost hooks on my tonsils.
"FUCK!" He moans as I pop off of him.
His head is throbbing and flaring. He's already so close! One more shot!
"Okay, Fire, when I go down. I want you to hold me there." I say with a pant.
"Are, are you sure?" He asks uncertainly. "If I finish in yo"
I don't let him finish his concern as I take a deep breath and force my head back down. Shoving his flaring head back past my tonsils and my lips on his throbbing base again.
"Oh god!" He moans as he starts trembling. His base pumping as his head expands in my throat. Forcing his hot cum into my stomach.
I can feel the pumping of his cum traveling through his cock on my tongue. And I moan with the stimulation. Moaning on his dick as he cums harder.
He tries to pull out. Only for his head to hook on my tonsils. Shooting his load even harder into the back of my throat and gaining a gasp from him as he stands up and thrusts forward. Shoving his pumping bulb past my lips.
His hips jerking against my face. His groans as he keeps cumming into my stomach. And the pulsing of his base all so sexy!
God this is so HOT!
He keeps cumming for almost a minute longer as my longs start to burn. After he's done cumming. He tries to leave my mouth again. Only to get snagged on my tonsils.
"Oh god!" He trembles and pumps out a little more.
Getting an idea, I grab his base and squeeze the pumping bulb.
"Ah!" He gasps.
He starts cumming even more!
"MRM!" I scream in surprise.
Each gooey line of seed hitting the back of my throat. I hold it in me as much as I can before swallowing.
He eventually deflates. And I pop off his cock with a gasp.
"Hah, hah, ha." I pant as I regain my breathe. The burning in my lungs spreading to the rest of my body as my arousal spikes. "Fuck!"
I think I have a thing for choking. Nice!
"Holy shit!" Fire says as he kneels. "Crys, are you okay?!"
I look at him through my daze. And smile before shoving him back on the bed again.
"You need to stop worrying about me." I say as I strip. "I can take care of myself."
I climb on top of him. Placing my hands on his chest. Grinding his long, ribbed, length against my lips through my panties.
"Mrrm." I can't help but moan as he rehardens under me.
I slide my panties to the side. Grab his monster and angle it at my entrance. And promptly drop down.
"Fuck!" I moan happily as I move my hands to his. Locking our hands together as we get going. Bouncing on him and as he thrusts into me.
Finding a good rhythm as we keep going. Though, his shape and size give him an unfair advantage. Rarely does he cum more than me. And that proves true here again as my bouncing gets more and more jerky as his ribbed length and bulbous base passing my entrance sends me over.
"Ahn!~" I moan as he doesn't stop. Hold me up as I shake on top of him.
I lose my strength for a bit as he grabs my hips and keeps me bouncing.
His pace picks up and I soon find myself bouncing of my own accord again.
"Come on!" I shout in rapture. "Cum! Give it to me! Fill me up again!"
This was the right move. As he grabs my hips and flips us over. Missionary it is!
"That's it!" I encourage him as I feel my own climax building again, his grunting and groaning music to my ears.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he slams into me. Rocking the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall repeatedly.
He picks up his pace again. Gripping my hips harder as he thrusts into me with reckless abandon.
"Gonna, gonna!" He grits as his thrusts slow to, deep, powerful thrusts.
"Inside, come on baby, fill me up." I coax him. "Give me my treat, you can do it."
With one more harsh thrust. He slams into me and his head swells as his bulb pumps powerful gushes of cum inside me.
Remembering earlier, I snake a hand down, pull back enough and squeeze his pumping bulb.
"Fuck." He screams as slams back into me, hard enough to make me see stars as he keeps, cumming!
His bulb slamming back inside me and pumping with more fury than before.
"Yes!" I cry as I cum with him. "Oh, fuck yes!"
This is awesome!
We lay there, panting and heaving. Me from the hardest orgasm I've had yet. Him from the intense exercise he just went through.
*Slam*
"Crystal, are you home?!" I hear mom shout. Quickly snapping me out of my high.
"Shit!" Me and Fire stare at each other wide eyed.
He's still stuck inside me!
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A/N
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I headcanon that Steve Irwin never died from a stingray on Earth-Bet. Leviathan's movements caused a butterfly effect that led to him never dying from that stingray.
It's my fantasy! Leave it be!
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So, fun fact. The reason I kept joking about Missy being best suited to be a cat girl. Is because I have a cat named Missy.
She's a little black cat with a white chest and white paws. Out of everyone in the house. I'm the only one she goes to.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
RadChaos897: did you know that scientists theorize that the rise in allergies is because we are too clean? Supposedly, parasites have a calming effect on our immune system that keeps it from overreacting to certain stimuli like pollen or peanuts, but because of our medicines and cleaner lifestyle they don't get many chances to infect us and make our immune system calmer. We have literally evolved in such a way that we need parasites in order to live a more healthy life, how messed up is that? Anyway, to deliver my original point: I wonder if you could bioengineer a parasite of some kind that is harmless enough to cause little to no damage, but still have that calming effect on a person's immune system? I know you could just go *boop* and biokinesis away their allergies and whatever other problems they have, but this is a sort of step to improving the world as a whole. Allergies are no fun, especially during pollen season. Nothing is worse than a runny nose, teary eyes, and a scratchy throat.
Newb: I did not know that.
Kitsu: Amy might be able to do that, but I wouldn't. Parasites and bacteria and viruses are a bit out of my range.
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FOR [Conduit]!
RadChaos897: [Redacted for spoilers]
Nuclear cat: is the language you use data in word form or concepts in word form that we lowly humans can't understand very well because our brains can't understand concepts as a whole? Or is it something completely different?
[Conduit]: [Yes]
Nuclear cat: Could you theoretically give Kitsu more powers right now that isn't connected or part of what she already has?
[Conduit]: [Yes]
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FOR KITSU!
RadChaos897: Now that you've started healing and fixing Case 53s, do you think that it will attract even more Case 53s? There are many Case 53s with unwanted mutations, like Sveta and Weld, who will seek you out to try and fix their mutation problems. You've already got a whole gaggle of them, but how will you deal with droves of Case 53s looking for you?
Kitsu: Set up a waiting list. Get in line maggots!
RadChaos897: Speaking of fixing bodily problems, have you ever thought of using your biokinesis for doing paid cosmetic alterations? I think someone else or I asked this question before and you responded with something along the lines of "I would, but it would take too much of my time". Doesn't hurt to ask again if it was already asked before. It is a great source of revenue and publicity if you do things like heal burn victims or victims of villain attacks like those victims of Acidbath.
Kitsu: WAITING LIST!
*The next question is being ignored you future sight observation haki using hack!*
RadChaos897: Have you done a Goth Kitsu? I feel like you have done it before, but I don't trust my brain to remember stuff. Not after that Genosha mistake. I wonder how Missy would react to Goth Kitsu?
Kitsu: *Thinks for a moment* No, I haven't. Why haven't I?
Nuclear cat: what's your opinion on the members of cauldron individually?
Kitsu: Alexandria can suck a fat one, Eidolon can get a fat one shoved in his behind. And I respect Legend too much to make a joke here.
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FOR ONE TIME ONLY!
AMY DALLON!
RadChaos897: Amy, Amy, Amy, AMY… I have SO many questions for you, but most of them tread into personal territory that I'm sure you would be uncomfortable answering and some are questions about events that haven't happened/potentially will never happen, so I'll keep those to myself and only ask the less invasive and funny ones.
Amy: Good, keep it that way.
RadChaos897: If you were more comfortable with bioengineering, what would be some things you would want to create? I image you would create things like hyper advanced medical plants and such so they can be turned into highly effective medicines so the hospitals wouldn't need to call on you so often.
Amy: super weed. Give it to everyone so they would leave me the fuck alone.
RadChaos897: In your time as a healer, what were some of the craziest injuries you had to heal? Did some person forget to remove their metal butt plug before going into the MRI machine and you got called in to heal what was left of their lower half? Btw, real talk, that actually happened, look it up. Some people, huh? *eye roll*
Amy: It wasn't a butt plug, but a forty something year old man had a remote shoved up his ass. And all the ferrous metal basically fragged his guts. Uh, I wish I could forget that. There was also the guy with a power drill in his neck. To say NOTHING of what the EMT guys bring in. Like the guy who gave his diabetic friend with LOW BLOOD SUGAR, some INSULIN to help fix him.
HEADS UP FUCKWADS! INSULIN! LOWERS, BLOOD SUGAR!
FUCK!
There's also the girl that got super glue stuck in her eye. Glued her contact to her eye and everything.
RadChaos897: Were there any funny injuries you healed just because you felt bad for the person?
Amy: There's the fourteen year old girl who stole her mom's vibrator. Only to shove it in her as opposed to using it how it's supposed to be used and the head broke inside her. There was also the thirteen year old boy who had his dick stuck in a glass ketchup bottle. Yeah, I healed him as a thanks for the laugh.
Oh! There's that guy who came in with his leg facing backwards. He thought it was a good idea to stick his legs out the window of a car. While on the highway.
RadChaos897: Besides all those times Vicky called you to heal the people she brutalized, what were some other times she called you for your powers? I imagine most of those times were when a friend of hers asked if they could get bigger tits or one of her guy friends asked for a bigger dick or something stupid like that. A third leg is all fun and games until your body can't support it and you pass out every time you get an erection.
Amy: Actually it was mostly, "Amy I need help! Me and Dean did it raw and I can't get pregnant!" or "Amy can you help with my cramps?! Please?!"
RadChaos897: Speaking of stupid things, did anyone ever ask you to do something blatantly stupid with your powers? It's pretty much guaranteed that people will ask you to do completely asinine things with your powers.
Amy: Top five? Okay!
1 Asking for dicks for fingers so he could "Get off to finger blasting his girl"
2 Asking for four legs so they can be a centaur!
3 Flesh pockets. Don't ask.
4 A prehensile dick. A girl asked me for that by the way. No she wasn't trans, no she wasn't asking for her boyfriend.
5 Nipples on the butt.
Grimnosh: Kitsu has mentioned that you and her have pulled pranks on Vicky and Dean but have you pulled any on your parents?
Amy: Huh?
Newb whispers: That was future good ending Kitsu and Amy.
Nuclear cat: what's your favorite music, food, and piece of fiction?
Amy: Jazz, popcorn, and House MD.
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NEXT TIME
VICTORIA DALLON!
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