A/N Open season Pt. 6
Alt title: Against the wall
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I might do lemons on AO3. Depends if you guys want that or not.
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T4ndoris: The second part of this chapter will likely put you in a coma.
SonicTundra: Thanks, that means a lot to me.
Kaykaykaykayan: I read that in my Coworkers voice. Because that's something he would say. In real life. In the most monotone way possible. Why?
DancingLeaf: Yeah, things are hectic. The only reason this coming out as soon as it is, is because I got a burst of inspiration for the bonus.
As well accidently putting regular coffee instead of decaf in my Keurig which just led me to be up all night.
RadChaos897: HOLY SHIT! You my good sir are responsible for like, twohours of writing for the Q&A. Thank god I didn't put a part for future Crystal and Firebreather.
And I don't know how I write the way I do. I just, do. I get a scene in my head and write what I see. And then expand on it. 90% of this story was not planned. I had a start, a middle, and an end. And I built around that.
And I will say, the questions were surprisingly fun to answer.
I might make an AO3 account to do more.
Grimnosh: There is, no way for me to respond without spoiling the chapter.
I will say Kitsu doesn't know what Contessa looks like outside of Tall Scary Hat Lady.
Gogmazios: You're welcome.
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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, May 29th, Winslow District, 4:30pm-
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Kitsu POV
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I finally get to Kings street, where a decent crowd of people are all gathered. All cheering and roaring.
"Well, easy find is easy." I say to myself as in spot what is most likely my target.
I'm still invisible as I rush over and jump up. Landing on a streetlamp above the small crowd as I peer down.
'Eugh.' I mentally gag at the sight everyone is cheering at.
A-Train is absolutely rabid. His fist a blur as it hammers into Blue Hawks face. Enhancing my perception I grimace at the sight. Seeing it more clearly now. Blue Hawk's nose is missing, his face caved inwards. And I wouldn't be surprised to find it's easier to count how many teeth he has left than it is to count how many he lost.
He's still alive. Squeezing A-Trains arm with a vengeance. And by the misshapen appearance I can tell his forearm is being crushed under Blue Hawks grip. Any longer and his arm might just pop off.
I decide this is enough. Any more and A-Train'll kill him.
I hop off the streetlamp and come down to land beside A-Train. Undoing my invisibility, I tap him on the shoulder as the crowd stops their cheering at my appearance.
He doesn't respond as I put up a hexagonal wall to keep the blood off my clothes. I've been working with Eric to get my shields better. Patterning them with a crystalline structure to make them more durable. But that's besides the point.
I decide to stop waiting and give a powered shove to A-Train. Pushing him off Blue Hawk and earning the ire of the crowd.
"The fuck you do that for!?"
"Get lost New Wave!"
"This ain't got nothing to do with you!"
"Swallow a bomb!"
And other such words of disappointment and disparage.
"Ptuh." Blue Hawk spits up some blood as he rolls over. "Tanksh kid, new dere wash shome good left-"
"Sit down." I say and push him back down as I step over him. Enhancing my perception and using my biokinesis to paralyze him.
He falls back down, limp and unresponsive. Much to the further confusion of the crowd.
I walk over to A-Train, now without his glasses and bloodied to all hell. His right hand is a mangled mess. His forearm bruised and purple, and curving in an unnatural way. Blood splattered all over him.
"Why'd you stop me?" He ask through pants. "Why!?"
"Because I need him alive?" I say plainly as I fold my arms. "And you killing him would get you arrested?"
"It ain't nothing that he don't deserve!" I he shouts.
"Yeah!"
"That's right!"
"Tell'er!"
"Use his ribs like a xylophone!"
I'm just hung up on the use of double negatives. And I'm busy counting them in my head.
"Okay, one, right here. Not across the street" I reprimand. "No need to yell. Second, just let him rot in the birdcage. Racists don't last long in there."
It's true. You've got violent villains of all races in there. Being racist is a fast track to death. Or worse.
"It's still better than he deserves." A-Train says.
I can see this is going nowhere. And with how riled up the crowd is getting. I can see a full blown riot happening if I'm not careful here.
"Hmm, okay." I say with a shrug.
"What?" He stops, suddenly confused.
"You say he deserves worse. I say he, okay he does but I can't let that happen." I respond as I go over and un paralyze him from the head up. He's still face down.
"Aaah!" He suddenly shouts. "You backshtabbing ptraiptorous, ptechnicobored wainbow shnowfwake!" he immediately goes off.
"Look, you heard everything. So here's how this is gonna go." I say as I'm squatted before him. "Old fashion 'Merica style. A vote!"
"De fuck!?"
*Shatter*
I drop a glass platform over his head hard enough to shatter it.
"Language." I say as I stand up. "Anyway, plead your case peasant! I say you should suffer behind bars! He says you should, die? I guess?"
"The fuck is all this?" A-Train asks.
"Language! Jeez." I say as I turn to him. "It's a vote! And here's the jury!" I say, throwing my arms out to the crowd.
After everyone gets the idea. I think they do at least. I lean down to whisper in Blue Hawks ear.
"The cops will be here in about ten minutes. You have that long to stall. Don't make me regret this and play along. Don't even know why I should protect you." I say and rise up. "Okay! Bloody boy blue here will convince all of you just why he should live."
"What?" A-Train says in confusion.
"Hey, big bird!" I say to the guy and kick his ribs. "Why should you live?"
"Arb you serbioushly ptoing dis?" He asks.
"Yes." I say. "Now, your defense?"
"I downt neeb a debensh!" He shouts. "I'm da hewo!"
"The fuck you are!"
"A menace to the community!"
"Rot in hell!"
"If I had a nightstick I wrap it in sandpaper and shove it up your ass!"
"OKAY!" I say after hearing that one. "Calm down people!"
"Psht, canp cawm dem." Blue Hawk says. "Eben in da fashe ov da law day camt behabe."
"Okay, you are not doing yourself any favors." I say.
*Weeeeewoooooo*
And I hear the cops. Which means they're still a few minutes out. Just need to keep this calm for a few minutes.
"You know what." I say. "Fine. A-Train, I won't stop you. But the moment he stops breathing I'll arrest you."
"Why're you defending him!?"
"Yeah!"
"He needs to pay!"
"Cut off his nipples!"
"Okay, you need to chill!" I say and point to the guy pulling the most out of pocket shit ever. "I'm doing this to protect You!" I say and point to A-Train.
The crowd doesn't calm.
"How!?"
I just point to the traffic camera above the stoplight at the end of the street. Not fifty feet away.
"Your glasses are off. There's a crowd. Everyone's seen you." I point out. "Your face is on camera!"
*Weewooweewoo*
And now the cops are here, just down the road.
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After several more cops were called in to prevent a riot. One that I got so fed up trying to prevent I was about ready to say fuck it let'em die. And let the crowd go after Blue Hawk. I gave him back his motor functions. But I my biokinesis and crushed his Corona Gemma, seamlessly, and just gave him enhanced muscle fibers. He's not a parahuman anymore. Just a guy whose stronger than he has any right to be. But not superhuman.
"Hey um. MM, can I talk to you real quick?" I ask, pulling her away from the cops.
"Hmm, sure thing, what is it?" She asks.
"When I was paralyzing him. I noticed something, weird, about his brain." I tell her, feigning confusion.
"Weird, how?" She asks tentatively.
"Well, every parahuman I've paralyzed has this extra brain part." I say. "I didn't see that in him."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that the brain part that every cape and some people have, he doesn't have." I point out.
"That doesn't make sense." She says. "I've seen footage of him tossing people like rag dolls."
"He did have weirdly pack muscle fibers." I say. "Could that explain it?"
"I'm not sure, I, you better not be lying about this or playing a joke. If he's not a parahuman then that complicates a lot."
"Give'em an MRI if you don't believe me. I'm just telling what I saw, and what I saw says he isn't super human." I say and walk off.
Blue Hawk will likely get sent to a regular prison. His identity exposed and he'll be cut from the Empire. They can't risk resources busting out a normal person after all. And they'll likely ostracize him for lying about being a cape.
A-Train said he deserved worse. And I agree. He'll never see the light of day, and he'll forever be exposed as a nazi famous for attacking the black community.
Assuming he lives that long in prison anyway.
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Reginald "A-Train" Franklin POV
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As I watch the man who killed my brother get carted off in cuffs. Still bloody and bruised. I can't help but think on everything that happened.
I should be happy. I should feel a sense of accomplishment. But, I don't. Instead I still feel a cold anger and this sense of, loss. Only now, now there's no target. Nothing it's directed at. It's just, there.
"Alright well. Later, I'm going to bed." Kitsu says as she walks up to me.
And proceeds to wipe the blood on her hands off on my suit!
"Hey aey aey!" I say as I back up. "The suit! How am I gonna explain this to my mama?!"
"Um, you can just use the excuse you were gonna use for the rest of the blood on you?" She says and proceeds to wipe-
'Rest of it?' I think and look down.
"Oh." I say numbly.
I'm, caked, in blood. Splatters all over my suit, arms, and especially my hands.
"Aaaah!" I suddenly scream. My hands now burning.
"Oof, adrenaline wear off?" She says calmly as she finishes rubbing her hands clean on my shirt. "Yeah, that's gotta suck."
"Haaaa, haaa, haaaaaaaaa." I breathe out as I cradle my broken, bruised, noodle of a hand.
"I'd help with that, but hands are tricky. So many moving delicate parts." She says with a shrug. " I mean, I can try if you want."
"Please?" I whine.
"Alright." She says and grabs my wrist.
*Snap*
"Ah!" I gasp as I feel everything spread out.
*Crack*
"HaAaAaA!" I cry as it all moves around.
*Pop*
"Rmmmhmhmhmhmmm!" I bite my lip. Feeling it all pop and seal itself together.
As she finishes and lets go of my wrist. I bring it back up and flex it. Feeling out the soreness of my now stiff wrist.
"Well, thanks kid." I tell her. "I'll, see you around. Thanks for keeping me from killing him. Don't think I'd be able to come back from that if you didn't stop me."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She says calmly. "See ya later."
I give her nod before running off. My identity may very well be exposed and I'll lose my track and field scholarship. But at least I'm not getting a murder charge along with it.
I still need to join New Wave's Brockton Branch. But, I can do that later. They gave me a year, I have eleven months.
For now, I need to figure some shit out.
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-Wednesday, June 2nd, 5pm, Boardwalk-
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Kitsu POV
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Another patrol with my Missy. And Chris, oh, Eric too. The Wards rarely do solo patrols with the exception of Chris and Vergil. And that's due to their versatility and ability to escape a high risk situation. Missy can too, but her age, cutesy appearance and (unofficial) role as mascot won't let that happen, PR wise.
Aside from that?
Nothing ever happens on the Boardwalk! Ever!
So, I decide to up the ante of our stroll down the Boardwalk. I grab Missy's arm and squish myself to her. Causing her to squeak and blush as I force her arm to my chest.
"Um, Kitsu, we're on patrol." Missy complains.
"So?" I say and flutter my eyelashes at her. "Don't you like having a cute girl on your arm?"
I nuzzle her shoulder for added effect. Enjoying the way she heats up and stutters at my teasing.
"Do you two, want a room or something?" Eric asks jokingly. "We can leave you be."
"Nah, we're good." I say and wrap my tail around Missy's side. Pulling her closer so that we're walking hip to hip. "I just needed to hold on to this. Can't risk her tripping and falling for someone else after all."
Missy whines adorably at that line. And I can see up from here that she's clenching her eyes tightly shut. And I can only imagine that if I wasn't holding her arm, she'd be trying to cover her face.
Let's see how far I can push this!
"Hey, Vista." I say.
"Hmm?" She squeaks.
"Can I borrow a kiss?" I say cheekily with a vulpine grin. "I promise I'll return it later."
"I, I, you, haaaa!" She cries as her face heats up more.
She then takes me and pushes me in front of her. Somehow slipping out of my hold as she holds me tightly from behind. Her arms across my chest as she buries her head in my hair and squeals.
"Damn." Eric says as he watches the display. "Where'd you get that level of game?"
"I'll never tell!" I say and wrap my tail around Missy's waist again. Curling it around to hold her tighter than before.
"I'm thinking we might really need to take notes." Chris says.
"Oh, Carlos told you about that?" I say as I rub my head into Missy's face.
"Oooohhh yeah." Chris says with a nod. "He told everyone about your breakfast date. Hell, it's on PHO."
"Hmm!?" Missy squeals into my hair.
"Yeah, this one account, OwlReader, caught it on video. 'Vista and Kitsu's relationship is everything in my life right now. Check this out!' or something along the lines." Eric confirms.
"Okay, how do you know about that, but didn't know about the internet shipping you and Pinky?" I point out.
"After you told me about that I started paying more attention to PHO and other social media's." He says with a shrug.
"Oh." I say simply. 'That makes sense.'
As Chris and Eric talk to each other, Missy hasn't let go of me.
"Are ya gonna give me back my body anytime soon?" I ask.
"No. You smell good and feel warm." She says quickly in a whiny tone.
"Oh?" I say cheekily. "You enjoying how I feel?"
"Mmmmrrrm!" She whines. "That's not what I meant!"
'Oh, you are just too adorable.' I think to myself.
"You know." I say and wiggle in place a bit. "You never did answer me on whether or not I can borrow a kiss from you~"
"Hey what's that!" Missy says suddenly as she looks up from my head and points past the guys. Surprising all of us.
As soon as they look. I find myself being warped and moved without moving. Now finding myself on a rooftop near its access door.
"Huh?" I say numbly, the sudden change in location throwing me off.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Missy says as she starts squeezing me.
"Um, I have some idea." I say automatically, still processing the jarring change in locale.
"No you don't." She says and turns me around to face her blushing, pouty face. "First you have those beautiful eyes. That adorable face and those cute ears, then you have that amazing voice and you use it to tease and prod without knowing just how much you, you. Argh!"
She suddenly pushes me against the door of the roof. Mashing our lips together as she holds me tighter.
"Hrm?" I try and question. My heart pounding at the sudden tone change of, everything.
'Where is this coming from?!' I ask myself in a daze.
Her arms are holding me tight as she presses herself to me. Her hands against my lower back. She squeezes tighter and I give another squeak of surprise as she pull me against her. Followed right after by a moan as she doesn't let up.
Just as I'm about to hug her back.
"Vista! Where the hell are you?!" I hear Chris cry out over the communication device in her visor.
She separates from me with a blush. Though I'm certain mine is worse.
"I'm fine, just had to uh, powder my nose!" She says as she presses a button on the side of her visor.
I zone out as she talks into her visor. My heart pounding and blood rushing has momentarily turned off my brain.
"Where were we?" Missy says as she holds me again.
"Huh?" I say numbly as I snap from my inner thoughts of nothingness.
"Right, I was giving you those kisses you wanted to borrow." She says with a smile.
"Um, sh-shouldn't we go back?" I squeak.
"We're fine. I just told them I went off to find a bathroom." She says as she leans in. "Girls go together for safety and all that. So we have a few minutes."
"Um." I try and say something. "I-mmph."
Aaaand we're kissing again. I'd like to say it's an intense and hot make out session we're having. But really, it's just us holding each other as we kiss. Still awesome!
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Missy "Vista" Biron POV
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Oh god I'm in heaven!
Her tail is wagging like crazy and rocking us both. She's so soft and her lips are warm. I'm just enjoying the feeling of squeezing her tight against me. Her squeaks and moans lighting fires in me.
She's so unfair! Using cheap, cheesy pick up lines! Attacking me in public like that. With those captivating eyes and adorable smile with those cute little fangs. Well, two can play this game! She wants kisses, she can have them with interest!
As I press into her more. She gives another beautiful squeak as her tail starts twitching and wagging erratically.
I decide this is enough. I've pushed my luck as is. So I pull back.
"I expect you to return those kisses later." I say with a smirk and bring a hand up to scratch her ears splayed back ears.
"Mhm!" She squeaks, eyes wide and face tomato red.
"You are so cute like this." I say with a squeal and rub our foreheads together. "All flustered and blushing in my arms."
She smells like strawberries.
"Mmrrr." She whines harder, her tail twitching behind her.
"Aww, don't be upset." I say with a smile. "It's a good look for you."
That only gets her to blush harder as she presses her face into my chest plate.
'Not so fun when it's you is it?' I think victoriously.
"Come on, let's head back." I say and kiss her forehead.
"Um, I, actually do need to use the bathroom." She says in a high pitched squeak.
"Oh, um, meet you back by the jewelry store?" I say awkwardly.
She nods her head softly and I let go. Turning around to warp back to where we left the guys as I try to think up an excuse for Kitsu not coming back with me.
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Kitsu POV
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The moment she's gone I collapse onto my knees.
"Haaaaaa." I let out a dazed and dizzy sound.
Partway through she had pulled us so close together that she put a knee between my legs. It didn't go that far! But we were basically playing footsies with our knees. And I don't even think she noticed.
And it, was, hot. The way she just, just grabbed me and took control? How I could just melt and let myself get lost in that moment? Looking back it probably didn't look like anything other than a long kiss as we held each other. But I can tell you, it felt like a lot more!
Having been apart of it. I now see how kissing can lead up to sex. That was just, intense. No wonder Vicky and Dean get it on so often. If just kissing can be that good. Or maybe it's just kissing someone you love?
Either way. If a week of teasing and pick up lines got me that! I don't think I'll ever stop! I need to look up more pick up lines! Get Missy to do that more often!
I think I just learned something new about myself.
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Eric "Shielder" Pelham POV
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"So yeah, she needed to head home." Missy explains. "She'll be back in a bit."
She just gave us a bogus story about how Kitsu tripped over her own tail and fell in the toilet. And had to go home and change.
It's not hard to tell she's lying. Not with how she's blushing and trying not to smile.
"Okay." I say and step aside. "Well, lead the way miss most experienced."
As she walks past, Chris walks next to me.
"So, who's gonna tell her she's got Kitsu's lipstick on her lips?" He asks.
"I say we wait a bit. Let someone else point it out."
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-Meanwhile, The Rig-
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I'm looking at a guilty charge. Though, instead of numerous first degrees. Whatever that means. I'm getting a few excessive force charges as well as a few reckless endangerment charges.
That's what my lawyer told me anyway. Apparently there are different kinds of killing as far as the law is concerned. And I got off very easy. I'm going to a place called Asylum East. Where I'll get help for my issues. After that I'll be released. Or after two years. Whichever comes last.
Then I'm on a thing called probation for three years. It's basically what I did with Brian. Where he wanted me to tell him what I was planning and where I was going all the time. Only more of it.
"Lunch." The guard says as he enters my cell.
I go over and take the food from the slide. As I turn and place the food on the little desk they gave me. I hear a click.
Turning around I'm quickly grabbed by the man as he puts a hand to my mouth and holds my arms.
"Sorry for the rough and unusual treatment." He says as he takes me to the bed and sits me in his lap. "But I'm getting paid a lot to make this look like a suicide. And post mortem bruises that indicate a struggle ruin that."
As he says that he forces his hand into my mouth. I kick and try to bite his hand. But he's a lot stronger than me. And with the way he's got me grappled I can't throw my head back to break his nose.
He pulls my tongue out of my mouth. Pinching it painfully between his fingers. Before deftly sliding the hand under my jaw and forcing my teeth to clench my jaw in place. Tears in my eyes I try and scream for help. But with one swift movement, he rocks my head forward and back. Causing me to bite my tongue off.
"Mmmrrrr!" I try and thrash. But he's holding me too tight.
"Don't fight it." He says. "You can either drown in your own blood. Or wait five minutes to bleed out."
'Like hell I'm just going to accept this!' I think defiantly.
I swallow my blood to keep from choking and keep up my resistance. Fighting back and trying to move. But, before long. I get tired, and, and, it's hazy. I'm, getting cold even as I'm being tightly held by someone. I, can't breathe. His hand is pinching my nose.
As I drift asleep. I can't help but have one final thought.
'Figures, just when things were, about to, be better.'
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Tony "Taskmaster" Masters POV
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I tentatively let go of my targets arms. And bring the hand up to check her pulse.
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Good, it's slowed to the point she won't wake up.
Had she not swallowed her own blood and held her breath. She'd have forced a clot and made my job harder.
I set her down, slumped against the bed as I get to work cleaning the room of what little evidence I left.
I have five more minutes. After that the security cams will switch back on. Right now they're playing a prerecorded false. Not a loop. Those are too easy to spot. If they're look for it of course. A prerecorded false is harder. But not for me. And it's far more secure.
Three minutes. I think as I finish up and step out. Re locking the door and walking out of the room. I speed walk. Knowing just where to be when the camera in the hall stops it's prerecorded footage.
I make it just in time. And now the camera in Bitch's cell will continue with it's own prerecorded footage of her now killing herself. With me already on my way out.
I hear a bunch of panicked shouts as I head to a bathroom. And several people pass me.
Another successful job.
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Bonus
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Further future good ending
I know I said the last one was the final. But inspiration hit me. And these glimpses into possible futures are fun to write.
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Non-Canon
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-Spring of 2023, 8am-
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Missy "Vista" Dallon POV
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I wake up to the smell of breakfast. Which means my wife is already up and cooking.
So, stretching up, popping my back. I turn out of bed. Putting on my house slippers as I make my way out the room. Our room is carpeted with a special moss, soft and warm. Our bed is a queen size with bleeding wisteria growing around the frame. The walk in closet is untouched by Kitsu's creations. Mostly because it has all of our clothes, makeup, and jewelry. There's a vanity Kitsu got from her mom. Across our bed is a mounted flat screen. The walls are a pinkish purple. And there's our nightstands on either side of our bed. First drawer has a bunch of random stuff each of us use. The second drawer is the "special" drawer. Mine has Kitsu's collar and leash, among a few other things.
Our house is on the edge of the city. Gated and walled off for privacy. The yard is a few acres, and has all of Kitsu's creatures. They roam around, play, and mostly scare off paparazzi.
The house itself is a two story modern home. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms. A kitchen, dining room, living room, and family room downstairs. Three of the five bedrooms are upstairs and one is a mini office for me and Kitsu to use. Two are in the basement. The basement is a large area retrofitted to be Kitsu's game room. The garage is large enough to hold two cars while also being a storage room and work room. That's what the realtor said anyway. Instead we have it as Skippy's room seeing as neither of us drive.
I walk down the stairs, smelling the enticing scent of coffee and bacon. Turning the corner and down the hall. I come into the kitchen where Kitsu is there, cooking away.
I know she knows I'm here. Her legs are squished together giving her ass that heart shape I love. Her colorful blue leggings leaving nothing to the imagination. And her tail is hiked up as she sways her hips from side to side. Giving me the best view.
She knows I love that.
I walk up behind her and press myself against her. Resting my chin on her head, right between her ears as her tail moves down and back up to slid between my legs and come back up to rest against my back.
"Good Morning~" She says as I get comfortable.
"It is with you here." I say softly as I rest my arms over her shoulders.
"Mmn." She moans softly, moving her head to use my chin to scratch her ears. "I could say the same thing."
I stay here cuddling my wife from behind as she makes me breakfast.
"Hmmm, so what's on the menu today?" I ask as we start swaying.
"Pancakes, bacon, coffee." She says, her tail pressing into my back affectionately.
"Hmm, what about the cake?" I ask.
"What cake?"
I unwrap my arms from around her shoulders. Sliding my hands down her slides as her tail twitches, and coming to rest the on her plush rear, giving her a strong smack as I squeeze and knead her cheeks.
"Aaahn!~" She gives a surprised yelp/moan at the smack.
No one would ever guess the worlds strongest parahuman to be such a sub and masochist.
"This cake." I whisper into her now splayed back ears.
"O-oh, th-that cake." She says with a slight stutter. "It's too early for that, don't you think? Dessert is for after dinner."
"I can't help it if I have a sweet tooth." I say as I bring my hands up to rest on her hips. "And seeing something so sweet and juicy. How can I resist?"
She shivers at my words, still cooking as I knead her hips. Causing her to squeak and tremble with every squeeze.
"Missy." She says quickly. "Tomorrow."
"Okay." I say and stop. Bringing my arms up to wrap around her shoulders. "I can wait."
We stand here like this a bit longer. Her finishing breakfast as we sway and talk about our plans. We have none aside from staying home. I put in my yearly vacation for her heat every year, which also happens to be our anniversary week. And she takes a break from her jobs as well. Something we found out is that, occasionally, not often, her heat will start a day early, or last an extra day.
So our day is filled with a whole lot of nothing. Just enjoying each others company as I get ready for tomorrow. Mostly by teasing and riling Kitsu up as much as I can.
As soon as she's done cooking, I let go to go and sit at the island counter.
She sets the plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me, and sets her plate of pancakes next to me. Coming around to sit next to me and scoot our chairs together as we eat. I grab the remote and turn on the mounted TV across from us. We normally watch the news or some cartoons in the morning to start our day.
We actually have six or seven TV's in the house.
One in the kitchen, one in our room. One out on the patio, one in the living room, one in the family room. And a few downstairs. The poolhouse patio has a hot tub as well. Though it's mostly occupied by Tori. The fire tortoise Kitsu made. He lounges in the middle of the hot tub all day on a stone slab. He only comes out to eat, watermelons, oranges, fruits in general. He keeps the hot tub hot. Outside of eating, he's so still you'd never assume he's a living creature. Until you pet his head, at which point he'll give a soft "Aah" sound to let you know he likes it.
We have other creatures around the house like that.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!" Kitsu and I suddenly hear.
"ROOOOOUUUURRR!" And that's Skippy.
Looking out the window above the sink. We see a guy running away from Skippy and a pack of Cyclizars. Paparazzi most likely.
Skippy is just scaring him. If he was really chasing him then there's no way the guy would have enough time to scream, let alone run. Skippy can bolt down a straightaway at an upwards of ninety miles per hour when he tries.
Oh, and his plumage is flared. Making him look bigger. That's the other clue. When Skippy is in attack mode. He rears up and flares his plumage. When he's in chase mode, he's on all fours and his plumage is folded down. When he's trying to scare someone he flares his plumage and runs at them on all fours. Stomping his feet as he runs.
The Cyclizars are just there. They probably think they're playing a game. They're incapable of harming others. Even when attacked, they either playfully smack back, thinking it a game, or they'll flee.
"I'll go deal with that before Skippy gives him a heart attack." Kitsu says.
"Hurry back." I say and give a quick kiss as she hops off the chair.
"Don't worry." She says as she leans up into me, nuzzling my shoulder. "This won't take long."
Technically speaking, with me being a PRT cape and this being my house. This is government property. It's the same as trespassing on the mayors house.
Oh, I publically unmasked at our wedding. So I can now freely love my snuggle bug in public.
And yes, I've had three attempts on my life. None succeeded, obviously. Kitsu made me nigh unkillable. With a thin carbon mesh under my skin, secondary organs, and a reactive metabolism. You'd have to cut off my head to kill me. And even then Kitsu could put me back together.
There was one guy who came close. And Kitsu, well, Kitsu's not allowed in South Africa anymore. It was a parahuman who wanted to test Kitsu's immortality. She wasn't willing to entertain him. So he attacked me at a zoo three days later. Cut my head off and was burning my body before Kitsu got there.
She knocked him out and refused to hand him over to authorities.
Then she made a bunch of scarab worms. And had them eat him alive from the inside out. They had a fast life cycle. Maturing, reproducing and dying all in an hour. So they would eat parts of him, reproduce, die. Hatch, some would die before they matured and the others would feed on them. Which only made it last longer as they were eating each other rather than him. After thirty minutes he was begging for death. Twelve hours later Kitsu killed all the bugs and let him leave alive. Without his eyes.
Kitsu is now a felon in South Africa. That, was a rough year. Though and Carol was ripping into her over it. Until Kitsu asked her what she'd do to someone who killed Vicky or Mark.
There haven't been any attempts since.
Her popularity and income took a nose dive after that. But, actually came back in a few months. She refused to apologize. She admitted she could've handled it better. But made it very clear to the public that she doesn't regret her actions.
When questioned she said.
"I pride myself on being real to the people and my audience. I'm not sorry, so I'm not going to say I am. Apology videos are for cowards and politicians. People who aren't sorry for what they did, just sorry they got caught. He literally killed my wife and set her body on fire. I'm not sorry."
After that her popularity spiked and she gained a new following.
While she deals with the paparazzi and Skippy I go ahead and do the dishes. Loading up the dishwasher and setting it to clean. I grab a cloth and wipe down the counters and stove.
Finished with that I head up stairs and get changed. Kitsu wears leggings and tight shirts around the house when no one else is here. Mostly because she knows I like it. Meanwhile I wear crop tops and jeans or tee's and skirts. Because that's what she likes.
Skirts are risky for me to wear around Kitsu when we're alone. In the same way leggings or anything form fitting is risky for her to wear around me. And I'm trying to tease her, not invite her. I can wear a skirt tomorrow.
So today I'm going crop top and jeans. Highlighting my b-cups and showing off my toned stomach. I'm not overly muscled or anything. I have more of a runners or yoga build. And Kitsu loves it. Says I have soft yet firm muscles. Perfect for cuddles and carries.
I head back down stairs to the living room just in time for Kitsu to come back in. Look to me, and smile as she bites her lip. Her tail twitching as het ears splay back in a sign of arousal.
"Like what you see?" I ask with smirk as I saunter to her. Her eyes drifting from my eyes to my stomach as she looks me up and down.
"Maybe~" She says coyly as she puts her hands behind her back. "Depends, is that for me?"
I come up to her and embrace her. Grabbing her by her thighs and hoisting her up as she wraps her arms and legs around me. She's still absurdly light. Like, I think she's only seventy pounds.
"Ahh! Whoa!" She exclaims with a laugh of surprise. "You really want your dessert early!" She giggles.
I don't. I just enjoy flirting with her. I mean, I won't say no. But today is all about teasing her, and I have something else in mind as I move us to the couch.
"Oooh! Where're we going?" She asks with a devious grin.
"Not far." I say and lay her on the couch. Careful not to squish her tail.
"I'm not cleaning the couch again." She says.
"Don't you worry about that." I say in a husky tone as I trail my lips down to her shoulder. Bringing my hands up slowly from her hips to her sides.
"I, mmrm, really think we should wait." Kitsu moans weakly.
As soon as she says that, I nibble her shoulder as I start tickling her sides.
"Aaaah! No! Mi-Missy! Noohohohooo Ahhahhahahhaa!" She squeals as I tickle the life out of her. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeee!"
"Om nom nom!" I say and nibble her neck.
She squirms and kicks under me giggling and crying at the same time. Her beautiful laugh filling my ears.
"MI-MISSY! I-I-I I'M GONNA PEEEEE!" She yells at the top of her lungs.
I stop my assault on her and shuffle on the couch. Laying down against the back as I hold her heaving form.
"Ha, ha, ha, way, way to, kill the mood." She pants.
"There was no mood to kill." I say matter of factly. "No dessert until after dinner. Remember?" I say cheekily.
"Evil." She pants.
"You love me." I say and give her a smooch on her cheek. "And you know it."
"I do." She says with a smile. Taking my arms and holding them close to her. Her tail curling up from between us to act as a blanket.
"I love you so much." I say softly as I warp the entertainment stand to grab the remote.
"I love you too." She says as she scooches into me.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" I ask as I stroke her hair.
"Only every day we've woken up in the same building." She replies as she leans into my hand.
"Good." I say simply. "You deserve to know how beautiful you are."
She squeals a little at my words as she wiggles against me.
We settle in and watch a bit of TV until Skippy comes in from playing with his cousins. At which point Kitsu and I move to the floor as he lays behind us. He knows his strength and weight are too much for me to handle. So he lays down and we play with him like that.
I'm sitting with his head by my side.
"You're such a good boy!" I say and scratch the tendril thingies that are his folded head feathers.
"Rooowww." He chuffs as he leans into my hand.
Yeah, Kitsu may have nave been the one to make him. But he's my special boy, no matter what she says.
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-Later that day-
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We're wasting away the afternoon on the patio. Well, the pool house patio where the TV and hot tub is. And Tori.
Sat in the hot tub, Kitsu is in her Nessa swim suit. While I'm in a lacy purple bikini.
We'll normally host parties here for our friends and family. BBQ's, potlucks and birthdays. The built in couches making a U shape around the hot tub. With the edges of the hot tub being extendable platforms to cover the majority of the water to act as a table. Excluding Tori's rock and platform for him to crawl out of course. Can't just trap him in here.
You can't leave your food unattended though. He will eat it. But in my opinion, if you leave it unattended long enough for a tortoise to snatch, you clearly didn't want it that much.
We sit here and watch a documentary on Jack the Ripper as Tori lays there on his knees on a stone slab in the middle of the hot tub. Head up, eyes squinted as he watches the TV with us.
He's actually the one heating the water. He makes chemicals in him that generate heat when mixed. That excess heat gets channeled through and expelled out his black rocky shell. His reddish orange scales making a nice pallet to mix with the grey stone hot tub.
More than half of all the expensive stuff we own Kitsu bought. And there was more. But I put a stop to it and now handle the finances. Before that, we literally had a new piece of furniture come in every week. Mostly because she would catch me browsing through websites window shopping the things they had or reading catalogues. And thought I wanted it.
Now the only time she gets unfettered control of the money is Christmas. And that's so that there are no ruined surprises.
As we're watching TV. Kitsu takes my hand and puts it on her head.
I roll my eyes and remove it. Knowing how to play this game.
She grabs my hand and puts it on her head again. And again I remove it.
She huffs angrily and moves over to straddle my lap.
"Scratches." She says with a pout.
"Later, I'm watching TV." I say, holding back a smile.
"I need my scratches." She says seriously. "Don't make me get drastic in front of Tori."
"Oh?" I say challengingly as Tori turns his head slowly to look at us. "And what's drastic?"
"Rmmm." She growls with a blush.
"It wouldn't happen to involve being a good girl would it?" I tease as I run my hands up her sides.
Good girl is code for sexy time. And I'm referencing the last time I repeatedly ignored her demand for scratches. And the time before that, and the time before that.
"Please?" She asks.
"Oh fine." I say and pull her close, wrapping one arm around her back as I use the to scratch her ears.
"Oh yeah." She says lightly. "That's it, right there."
I just enjoy our closeness as Tori goes back to looking at the TV. Kitsu's tail swishing in the water as she hugs me tight.
I can't wait for tomorrow.
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A/N
Myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy. Or Muscular Hypertrophy Syndrome, is a real life genetic mutation that causes people to develop muscles either twice as fast or twice as dense. Sometimes both.
Credit for the idea goes to RadChaos897
Their was actually an episode of Stan Lee's Superhumans that featured a real life guy with it. He had the rare mutation that gave him both double the muscle and double the density. And he was a body builder!
He bent a wrench on live TV like it was rebar.
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I'm thinking about posting a separate fic on AO3 for lewds.
If I get enough people saying they want that. If not, I'll just tone it down.
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QUESTIONS!
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FOR NEWB!
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FOR [Conduit]!
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FOR KITSU!
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FOR Kitsu Dallon. No more after this.
NSFW
The closest this series will likely get to lemons.
Radchaos897: What are some things that you have used your biokinesis for in the bedroom? Any memorable ones?
Kitsu Dallon: Several. I once gave Missy a heat cycle because she wanted to know what it was like.
Death by snu snu. Is all I will say to that. I don't know how she's able to look forward to mine!
RadChaos897: Did you ever make Missy the 'man' in one instance? If so, how did it go? Did you try to make yourself the 'man'?
Kitsu Dallon: A few times. And it went, amazing! The first time I made the mistake of giving Missy a dick without a refractory period.
Round one lasted ten minutes as she "Force fed me". Round two lasted almost an hour with me in her lap. And round three saw me passing out halfway through, doggystyle.
I can't wait till we get our own place.
When I was the man, Missy went full dom on me. Edging, orgasm denial, and it ended in a leglocked missionary.
RadChaos897: Ever try mommy play with lactation?
Kitsu Dallon: No.
RadChaos897: Did you turn yourself into a tentacle fox monster and have Missy wear a sailor girl uniform while holding a piece of toast in her mouth?
Kitsu Dallon: Oddly, specific. And no.
RadChaos897: Speaking of sailor uniforms, did you ever buy/commission from Parian sexy costumes/clothes? You know, sexy bunny girl, sexy nurse, sexy police girl, bloomers, pasties, edible undergarments, that kind of thing.
Kitsu Dallon: Her eighteenth birthday. I hid in a box in her apartment. And when Missy opened it I was in there tied up in edible ribbon and nothing else.
Other than that I have a few sets of underwear. Me and Missy haven't really done any roleplay or anything. It's one of those suggestions by Crystal that we just couldn't get into.
RadChaos897: Did you try to make organic sex toys? Bondage with plants, suckling starfish pasties, tentacle dildos, that sort of stuff. If so, did you like any of them? Did Missy like any of them?
Kitsu Dallon: No, I suggested it. But Missy's pretty turned off by the idea. So I never pressed the issue and sort of just, left it on the table. So to speak.
RadChaos897: Did you ever use your illusion power to give Missy a harem of you? How did she react to so many fluffy tails?
Kitsu Dallon: I could only keep up two of me with any focus while in the act. But yeah, Missy liked it. She really liked figuring out which was the real one.
Turns out it's not that hard. I'm the loudest.
RadChaos897: Did you ever use your illusion power to make yourself look like other women/men during sex? Probably not since that would feel like cheating, but I had to ask because of the "If I had a chance of banging so-and-so I would" rule that some couples have.
Kitsu Dallon: No, we do have our three rule though. Missy's is, Pinky, Dean, and Battery for some reason.
Mine are Pinky, Dennis, and Vergil.
Not that any of those would realistically happen. Pinky is straight, Vicky would never forgive Missy for sleeping with Dean. Battery is straight and happily married with three kids. Dennis, is, honestly the closest to having any chance of happening, and Vergil hates me.
RadChaos897: Did you use your powers to change your body during sexy time? Did Missy ever ask you to enlarge your thighs and crush her head between them? Did she ever ask you to change her body?
Kitsu Dallon: During? No. Right before? A few times. Missy asked for larger boobs before because she had it in her head that I'd like'em bigger. And I'm the one who's likely to have Missy's thighs squish my head. And they're perfectly shaped for it.
Missy really likes being the one in control. Whether it's using the strap, or just plain getting rough with me, in her own words. "Watching that juicy ass bounce is the hottest thing ever." And "I love hearing that sweet voice sing~"
RadChaos897: Speaking of your tail, did you ever try and use it during your intimate moments? Kinda like with a feather or a kind of kinky whip.
Kitsu Dallon: Missy likes to pull it when she gets rough and massage the base of it when she's trying to get me going.
But aside from that my Case 53 features don't really get used all that much in bed unless it's tail pulling, ear scratching, or me biting her shoulder.
RadChaos897: What were some intimate acts that you didn't really like, but Missy loves? Were there any that you liked, but not so much for Missy?
Kitsu Dallon: None really. We tend to be on the same page with that. And honestly? The kinkiest we get is when we get the collar and leash and I get to be Missy's good girl. Other than that, which isn't all that often, we're just a very active couple. I know I kinda hyped up our sex lives. But we really only go at it once or twice a week at most.
Not including my heat cycle of course.
RadChaos897: Did you ever try anything that neither you nor Missy liked? Were there any that you were surprised that you and her did like?
Kitsu Dallon: Neither of us really got into roleplay. But we decided to try the collar and leash and found we both really like it. Missy for the control and me because it just add a level spice I can't get over. Especially when she pulls it from behind and it presses up against my jaw just right. The feeling of handing her control and trusting her. And I like the whole sense of her dominating me.
I cannot stress how much of a bottom I am in bed.
Another thing that surprised us in bed was how much we enjoy spanking. I'm, a bit of a masochist. And Missy just likes watching my butt jiggle.
RadChaos897: Were there any mishaps that happened during sexy time?
Kitsu Dallon: A few times. Nothing really stands out. But the first few months were filled with a lot of fumbling and clumsiness on both our parts. Seeing that we're each other's first partner.
RadChaos897: Since Crystal was influential in how kinky you and Missy became, did you inherit her use of Bad Dragon toys?
Kitsu Dallon: Hell no! We're experimental, not crazy! Too big is a thing!
Grimnosh: Spicy eh? Did Missy like the hot pepperoni, ghost pepper, and habanero sauce pizza or was it just a little too much for her?
Kitsu Dallon: Missy can actually handle spice like a champ. She doesn't like it. But it doesn't bother her.
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Newb: RadChaos897 you have been sentenced to horny jail! I hope it was worth it. (
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Missy Biron is mortified by the exposure of her sex life and will be unavailable for the time being.
Any and all questions for her will be posted in the next chapter to give her time to mentally recover.
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LIMITED TIME ONLY!
(Good Ending) FUTURE MISSY BIRON!
Missy Biron: WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!?
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