Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

"I can't find my bed, Lisa," Lisa thought mockingly to herself, eyes tightly closed in a, so far, futile attempt at sleep. "it smells like something died in there, Lisa. I have nowhere to sleep, Lisa. Can I stay with you, Lisa? Of course you can, Taylor. Stupid… Should have told her to sleep on the couch."

That had been Lisa’s first instinct, really. Telling Taylor to go away and find her own spot, she meant. Or to at least tell her to clean out her room. Burn everything, if it was really that bad. The younger girl hadn’t come across as a slob to Lisa before, but it seems that her first impression had been wrong. Dreadfully, terribly, wrong. They’d been forced to slide a towel under the door to keep the smell from coming out into the hallway.

Lisa had wanted no part in that, as was only sane…but Taylor had just looked so…Taylor right then, that Lisa had been forced to agree. She was badly regretting that moment of charity.

Lisa clung to the last bit of warmth she had as Taylor slowly, but inexorably wrested more of the blanket from her... until finally it was gone, absorbed into the pile of Lisa's former sheets and blankets that the sleeping girl had claimed for herself. A small hill of fabrics and pillows gathered together in a way that made Lisa think of a nest.

That moment of good samaritanism, of thought for the plight of others, had been one of the worst and thankfully temporary mistakes—never doing this again—of her life so far.

Taylor mumbled and snorted, then laid her hands on Lisa’s middle to pull her closer. She then, finally satisfied with the fact that she was now the big spoon to Lisa’s little, began to snore into the blonde’s ear. It made Lisa think of a mule bellowing into a bucket, done to the backdrop of a bandsaw chewing through linoleum.

She couldn’t sleep like this.

Lisa valued her sleep. She valued that little bit of quiet she had, the eight or so hours of silence before her power started blaring at her like a broken, ice-cream covered radio. It was precious to her. Like money, and good coffee, she’d done things she wasn’t proud of just to get an extra few minutes of a migraine-less existence.

And she’d keep doing things that she wasn’t proud of, like kicking a good friend out into the cold, if that was what it took to continue with the status quo...

And of course, that was when Taylor, in a fit of sleepy contrariness, a reversal of her original goals, decided that Lisa was too warm for her liking, and kicked her onto the floor…but kept the sheets.

Taylor was a mover, a snorer, a hugger, and a kicker. Almost her own PRT classification lineup by herself. This couldn’t go on.

Lisa had torn into people before. Destroyed them. Ruined them mentally, emotionally, and financially for doing less than what Taylor had just done. Much less. Lisa began to shake. Grind her teeth. Smiled…and then sat up, knowing exactly what she had to do.

Taylor was a tough girl. She could take a bit of verbal abuse, right? A little verbal beating was in order, right? Of course she was, of course she could, and a beating was just the thing the doctor had ordered. She saw no problems with any of those things. No possible consequences that could possibly outweigh the fact that Lisa was at the end of her rope...but, if there were, well—

Lisa stood on trembling legs and turned to face Taylor as her face turned into a mask of unthinking hate. A paragon of unending rage. A monument to all of Taylor’s sins.

—That was Future Lisa’s problem. Taylor was just going to have to suck it up.

"Tayl—" Lisa choked, swallowed. Had it go down the wrong pipe, extending her already painful lack of air. “What the fuck!?”

Taylor snorted again, and rolled over onto her side away from Lisa to leave the blonde girl blinking in shock, wheezing for air and unsure that she had seen what she thought she had….

“Oh, fuck no,” Lisa declared loudly as she laid a hand on Taylor’s shoulder, “wake up.” And began to shake the other girl as hard as she could. The ‘gentle awakening’ option, had never been an option at all. “Get up! We need to talk! NOW.”

Being a terrible bedmate was one thing. This… This was another. The amount of importance she attributed to both differed, but both still had to be addressed.

“Wha—” Taylor whispered, muttering something incomprehensible before she rolled over again, this time onto her front, to snuggle into a pillow.

Lisa had had her suspicions about Taylor before that moment. A certain… something that Lisa couldn’t quite put her finger on. A something that said that Taylor was something—different from other girls. Different from Lisa, from Rachel, or any of other girls on the street in a fundamental manner… But Lisa had let it go, put it behind her when, after consulting her power, she’d received what she was just now realizing were empty platitudes. Assurances that whatever was different about Taylor, wasn’t at all the slightest bit important or interesting.

“Wake.” Finally getting a pillow from the pile, Lisa began to hit Taylor around the head and shoulders with it in a fit of pique. “The fuck.” It made Taylor grumble and move, so Lisa labeled it a tentative success…up to the point where Taylor caught it and brought Lisa into an impromptu game of tug-of-war. “Up!”

Taylor finally rolled over again, making Lisa let go with renewed shock, as she finally proved beyond a doubt that she hadn’t been imagining things. That her suspicions, even if they hadn’t reached anywhere near the full scope of things, had been correct.

“If you don’t wake up, Taylor I’m going to find those brass knuckles Brian gave me and…and I’m going to punch you in the dick.” Lisa felt the odd urge to laugh. “I swear to god.” She didn’t. Now wasn’t the time. “Going to use you like a speed bag, if you don’t—”

Proving that some things were universal, Taylor crossed her legs, cupped herself and cringed all at once until, from zero to a hundred in the span of seconds, Taylor’s eyes shot open in a horrified panic. “Why!? No!”

Girls didn’t have dicks, but Taylor did, with the instincts to go along with it… And now, Lisa was starting to wonder if Taylor had a Stranger rating to go with it. Anything that could escape Lisa’s notice and evade her powers for as long as they’d known each other didn’t exactly give her the warm and fuzzies.

“Explain.”

“I—” Taylor sputtered as she grabbed a pillow and pressed it into her lap. A bit late, but it was the thought that counted. “Why!? Why would you even think about punching me in the—”

“You've got a penis.” Lisa yanked the pillow, her pillow, out of Taylor's hands. If Lisa had to be uncomfortable, so did she. “I want an explanation. Exposition. Backstory. A slideshow if you've got it.”

“...Oh. Ah...” Taylor shrunk in on herself, being so very Taylor in a way that tugged at Lisa’s heartstrings… Too bad the girl had already spent the sympathy she'd needed on getting in here in the first place. Sucker.

“Lustrum?”

Lisa felt a headache coming on as she rolled her hand, a silent gesture to continue.

“Okay. My mom, she was—how do I say—” Taylor started, stopped. Hemmed and hawed until Lisa gave her a look. “She was kind of into the whole—” Taylor hesitated.

“Castration and murder scene?”

“No!” Taylor snapped at Lisa, almost making Lisa take a step back out of sheer surprise, “Mom got out before it got like that!” And crumpled again. “It's just that, before then, she was kinda…up there?”

Lisa looked at Taylor a little more closely at that. Shifted her gaze down at Taylor's crotch, then back up with a raised eyebrow.

“Lustrum had—plans,” Taylor paused, “ideas.About how to deal with the lack of men in a woman’s world.”

“Oh, Christ.” It sounded like Lustrum was a lot closer to ending males as a gender than Lisa was comfortable with. Than any sane person was comfortable with, seeing where Lustrum was now.

“And, well, she wasn't all that forthcoming about the contents of the health package offered to her lieutenants… So I was born like this.” Taylor vaguely gestured downwards, sitting straighter with an almost proud smile on her face. “And I’m the best out of the batch!” Then she sagged, her smile faltering. “Not that that's all that impressive…”

Lisa took note of that, the fact that Taylor probably wasn't unique, and started paying attention to Taylor's mood. Something was just a little—off—about it. Lisa prodded her power for some insight, resigning herself to a day or so of pain in order to get to the bottom of things—

“There are only five of us in all, not that I know who they are.” Taylor self-consciously crossed her arms over her chest,“Probably better that way, considering,” she winced, “I've heard we have problems when we get together…or at least that's what my mom told me.”

—Only to find her power was completely silent. Mute in a way that left Lisa feeling more than just a little lost as she found herself alone in her head for the first time in years.

“Problems?”

“I don't feel like,” Taylor's voice hitched and her cheeks turned darker in the low light of the room, “talking about it.”

Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. She didn't need her powers to get that particular subtext. Taylor then grabbed a new pillow, one that Lisa let her have, for the sake of hiding her growing erection. That Armsmaster brand underwear Taylor was wearing, had begun to look more than a little stressed.

“Fully functional?” Lisa gestured at the pillow covering Taylor's crotch, pretty sure she already knew the answer. She wasn't blind, nor stupid, but she might as well ask. Silence was the enemy.

“Well… yeah?” Taylor said with a bemused tone. “It would be kind of silly having a dick that I couldn't use, wouldn't it? I mean,” Taylor coughed. “My balls can swell up to the size of softballs—”

“Fucking what?”

“—If I haven't—relaxed in a while.” Taylor looked anywhere else but at Lisa, but kept on talking. “The first generation actually had to worry about having them explode. It took a while to perfect the process.”

Holy shit. Why would you even need that much cum for? Filling a fucking bathtub?

“Was,” Lisa choked out, feeling lightheaded from the imagery Taylor had just dropped on her. “That a serious issue, or...?”

“The explosion?”

Lisa nodded.

“Lustrum really wanted us to succeed in life,” Taylor responded with a sheepish shrug, “and, if you want to make an omelet you've gotta fertilize some eggs.”

Lisa gave Taylor an incredulous look.

“...Yeah.” Taylor rubbed the back of her neck, “I didn't think that one through.” Then shook it off. “Anyway, as one of the 'perfected’ examples of my gender, I don't have to worry about that.”

Lisa sat down at the edge of the bed, and began to rub her face…until she stilled. Looked up, as a question came to mind. “What do you have to worry about?” Yet more subtext, hidden in the closest thing to verbal finger quotes Lisa had ever heard.

Yet more questions.

“Nothing much,” Taylor tittered nervously and pushed the pillow in her lap even harder down. Subtle, she was not. “Nothing life-threatening, or painful. Nothing to worry about at all.”

“That’s what my power said before it stopped doing even that,” Lisa said dryly, feeling suddenly very vulnerable when Taylor looked at her. Something subtle, but tangible either way. Like judgment. “My power lied to me, because of you. For you.”

Taylor didn't even flinch at the accusation, implying that she'd already known, or that she didn't care either way.

“I'm guessing that what happened to your room might have been involved with your own brand of 'problems’.”

“... It’s been a while, okay?” Taylor muttered, “I have needs.”

“... So that's what happened to your room.” Lisa said as a shiver ran down her spine. They'd have to burn everything. The loft, the warehouse, the block. Everything.

Framing it on the Merchants would be easy. She already had a plan for it in mind.

“Yes. The people I normally see for my...problems aren't available at the moment, and—” Taylor tried to say.

“Wait. Wait. You have—” Lisa didn’t finish. Couldn’t finish. She just buried her face in her hands. “I don't want to know.”

“—Having you so close all the time is killing me,” Taylor continued as she tucked her knees up into her chest. “You said your power wasn't working anymore, right?”

Lisa’s heart skipped a beat at that. She wasn't an idiot. She understood where this was going.

“You told me how your power worked, once.”

Lisa stood up on shaky legs, just as Taylor threw her pillow to the side.

“You have problems with intimacy.” Taylor’s own legs swing over the edge of the bed. “A problem that I have a solution to.”

Lisa couldn't help but stare when Taylor stood up, and, with an almost confrontational tone to the set of her body, slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slightly, teasingly showing Lisa part of herself.

Lisa now had no problems saying that that underwear was in no way prepared for the challenge of keeping Taylor restrained.

“I have problems with a lack of intimacy.” Taylor smiled. Confident. Almost arrogant. Not Taylor, most definitely not Taylor, as she placed her hands on Lisa’s hips. “I'm thinking we can help each other.”

“Help?” Lisa squeaked, her breathing getting louder, her face warmer; fidgeting in place as Taylor’s hands slid over her skin.

“You could stand to lose some of that stress of yours,” Taylor giggled, sounding lightheaded as she began to toy with the waistband of Lisa’s own underwear. Pressing her luck, almost making Lisa jump away before she went back to caressing the blonde's hips. “And I know just how go about doing that.”

Of course she did.

“T-Taylor?” Lisa laid her hands over Taylor’s, stopping the devilishly distracting back and forth movements across her skin with that one action. Control. She needed… Yes. “I’m flattered. I really am...but I think I need a bit of time t-to process exactly what you are proposing—”

In response, the grip on Lisa’s hips tightened as Taylor pulled her forward with a laugh, close enough that Taylor’s bulge was now pressing insistently against the front panel of Lisa’s underwear.

Was it getting a little hot in here? Volcanic almost?

“...Oh. Oh wow, um…” Lisa let out a nervous, shrill giggle as she switched tacks, “This is a little sudden, don’t you think? I…I just found out you have a penis…and now you want to fuck me? I like you and you’re my best friend and everything but don’t you think that’s a little—”

“A little quick?” Taylor raised an eyebrow at Lisa. Acted as if she what she had just said was too silly to even consider. Lisa couldn’t help but bristle at that. “Not really. You’ve already done without for the last eighteen years, so I’d say I was just in time.”

Lisa gaped at Taylor as she felt her face go up in flames. “You...What the fuck is your—”

In a quick and decisive move that forced Lisa to cut herself short with a gasp, Taylor had grabbed onto Lisa’s ass, lifted her up onto her tiptoes, and covered the blonde’s mouth with her own.

Lisa stiffened in the taller girl’s arms, letting out a muffled exclamation as she beat a hand against Taylor’s chest...before she relaxed. Eyes fluttering closed as she gave in to the feeling of Taylor’s surprisingly soft lips moving against her own. Lisa couldn’t help but sigh, as she enjoyed the heat and pressure that was another body against hers for the first time in years as Taylor’s tongue tangled with hers, as long, strong fingers squeezed and massaged the flesh of her ass...and it was done as quickly as it had started, with Taylor moving away from her instead of bringing her closer.

“Wha—” Lisa gulped for air, barely standing as she felt as if she’d just lost all use of her legs for the foreseeable future. “What the hell…did you just...”

Taylor pulled back yet further, her hands dropping down to her own hips as she wriggled out of her underwear, allowing her erection to finally jump free of its prison, where it sprung up and slapped against her stomach with a wet smack. Almost like water from a tap, precum flowed freely down the shaft, over the heavy looking, maybe even bloated balls beneath before it dripped into the carpet.

Lisa looked at Taylor, mouth open and eyes darting down to the brunette’s crotch and away repeatedly; her face now covered in a nervous sweat. There was no way that thing could be natural. It was almost as long as her forearm. It was as thick as her wrist.

A string of pre dangling from the head Taylor’s third leg grew too heavy under its own weight and snapped. The sound of it hitting the floor was shocking from just how loud it was...and how it was only the start of a steady, off-white stream that would take forever to get out of anything it fell on.

What did Lustrum do!?

Lisa had no problems admitting that she wasn’t exactly the most knowledgeable person in the world when it came to sex—even if she did have problems admitting that about anything else… But she knew that the amount of fluid coming from Taylor was way, way out of line with anything anyone could actually consider normal, even if you added in the little factoid that the abnormality was attached to a fully functional hermaphrodite. A state of being that was already on the far end of abnormality.

Taylor padded back towards her with an almost predatory grin, the sway of her hips making her erection bob and sway in the most distracting display Lisa had ever seen… Lustrum hadn’t just been making a replacement for men.

She’d been making breeding machines. Improvements. Better than men in every way. A slow form of genocide.

Lisa could actually feel her temperature rise, her nipples harden, her breath come up short. For the first time in years, since a time she could no longer clearly remember or want to remember...she was aroused. She was wet.

Taylor was dangerous...and one way or another, Lisa just knew—

“It’s your choice, Lisa.”

Lisa chewed on her inner cheek hard enough to almost draw blood as Taylor laid a hand on her hip. When she placed the other just above the small of her back. Surrounded Lisa with her smell, her touch, her presence.

It was maddening. Mind numbing.

“If you still feel like you have to think about this, that you really don’t want to do this...just say so. Speak up. I’ll find somewhere else to sleep for the night and we’ll never talk about this again. I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”

Lisa started to feel lightheaded. Fuzzy almost when Taylor grabbed her by the hips again, the hand at her back joining the one at her waist as Taylor hooked her thumbs into the elastic of Lisa’s underwear. Touching her bare skin as she…pressed herself against against Lisa once more, allowing herfluids to leak onto the fabric.

—she wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night.

“If you want this though… you don’t have to say anything at all if you don’t want to,” Taylor's hands started to move slowly downwards, pulling Lisa’s panties down with them. “I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing now.”

Lisa whimpered, closing her eyes yet again as her panties slid down far enough that Taylor’s cock was pressed directly against her skin. Warmth. Wetness. A marking that would never come out.

“As soon as these panties hit the ground your time is up, Lisa. And when that happens… I’m going to take you.”

Lisa’s underwear peeled away from her slit with a soft, wet sound, strings of her juices connecting them for a while before snapping as Taylor rolled it down to her upper thighs, face level with Lisa’s pussy as she got to her knees.

Lisa had never been more embarrassed in her entire life.

“We aren’t going to have sex. No.” Taylor shook her head. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to pound you into the bed until the sun comes up. Maybe even longer.” Taylor gave Lisa a lazy shrug. “I haven’t had a chance to let off some steam in a long time. I’m a little pent up.”

Lisa looked down, biting her lip as Taylor leaned in, stuck her tongue out, and poked it in between Lisa's folds. Lapped at them gently in a way that had Lisa moaning in disappointment despite herself when Taylor leaned back and looked up at her with moistened lips.

She hadn't even noticed that her panties were already at her calves...how long had Taylor been down there? Where had the time gone?

“Tell me yes. Tell me no. You're running out of chances for both.”

Lisa stared, wide-eyed and unblinking, her emotions all over the place as her underwear moved slowly, ever so slowly down to her ankles.

“I already told you what was going to happen if you don’t say no, Lisa… if you don’t say what you want, I don’t think I can hold back~” Taylor cocked her head slightly, her smile all teeth as she looked back at Lisa with dilated eyes. “But that’s what you want, right? You want me to take you... This is the first time I’ve ever seen you this quiet. I was honestly starting to think that was impossible.” She laughed lightly, then tapped Lisa’s heel with a finger. “Can you lift your feet up a bit? They’re in the way.”

Without even thinking about it, Lisa did, her heart feeling like it had just stopped in her chest as she realized what she had just done. She had just given Taylor consent. She had literally just stepped out of her panties and gave them to her because she had asked.

… It wasn’t like she needed them right now anyway.

Taylor smirked at her, spinning a pair of underwear around on a finger before letting it fly into the farthest corner of the room. “Time’s up.”

“Wait...” Lisa begged, her voice weak even to her own ears as Taylor stood. “I think I need—” Time, she wanted to say. Time to think. To consider. To come to terms that she had sexual needs again.

“Nope.” Taylor popped the p as she reached down, picked Lisa up, and made the blond squeak as she was tossed up and over onto the bed. Just like she’d promised. “No more waiting. No more chances.” Smoothly climbing onto Lisa, Taylor didn’t stop until they were chest to chest. Their breasts pressed together as she planted the head of her dick against Lisa’s entrance. “Do you have anything else to say besides ‘wait?”

Lots of things. All sorts of things. Questions. Accusations. Regrets. Many things.

“I just… can you...” Lisa swallowed as she chose her words. “Just be gentle. Okay?” Her head fell back and a deep sigh escaped her lips. “I broke my hymen a couple of years ago. Horseback riding did it in…but it's still my first time.”

She supposed there were worse ways to lose it. At least she was at home. At least it was with someone she knew. Lots of people didn’t get either of those things...she was grateful.

Taylor’s smile lost its edge and her eyes softened. “I can do that for you.” Taylor rubbed her cheek against Lisa’s, made her feel oddly comfortable. “For the first few times anyway.” Then she made it weird again. “So don’t worry about it.”

“That’s great and all...but I have just one last question…where the hell is your condom?” Lisa might have been unbelievably off balance, but she wasn’t that far gone.

Taylor blinked, not quite getting what Lisa had just said. She then mouthed the words as if she’d never heard them before.

Lisa had a feeling that Taylor wasn’t playing.

“Your condom, Taylor.” Lisa pressed a hand against Taylor’s chest and pushed up against her, only somewhat surprised to find the taller girl going along with it. “You admitted that you’re virile. That Lustrum made you to be a genetically perfect sex machine...not that I can’t tell that much just by looking at you.”

Taylor smirked. Another mark against her not being her as she swelled up with pride.

“But I’m really not looking forward to getting pregnant.” Her lifestyle didn’t allow for it. Neither did her aspirations, temperament, or age. It was just a bad idea all around. “Which is going to happen, without a doubt, if we move past this point.” Obviously.

“Oh...” Taylor blinked again, her face turning red when she looked away, obviously embarrassed as she rolled off of Lisa and to the wallet—better than a purse she’d said—she had left on Lisa’s nightstand, “I kind of—forgot.” She sheepishly opened her wallet, seemingly uncaring as several cards and bills fell to the floor as she looked through it. “That might have been awkward later.”

“You think?”

“It would have been awkward later,” Taylor amended, popping the seal on the foil she now had in her hands before peeling it open. “It kind of messed up my whole thing though.”

“Sorry about that.” And Lisa meant it, surprisingly enough. Having Taylor over her like that, so strong, so in control had been..an experience. Something else.

“It’s fine,” Taylor grunted. “You’re right after all. Getting you pregnant wouldn’t exactly be the best idea right now, no matter how much I’d like to have it happen.”

Lisa’s lips twitched upwards, feeling strangely happy even as she noted what Taylor had just said. It seemed that the changes Lustrum had made weren’t just physical. Not that it was all that hard to tell. Her friend had changed in a huge way in less than five minutes. Going full out caveman on Lisa as soon as she had a reason, with the only thing missing being the club over the head. Actually taking the initiative in something, let alone a sexual encounter, instead of falling back into the shell she’d made around herself.

Had she been programmed for this? Had Lisa triggered something? If she had, how? Proximity? A timer? Just general affection? “Give it to me,” Lisa demanded as she snapped her fingers and held out her an authoritative hand. The rubber fell into it barely a second later. There was still something of Taylor in there. She knew who the boss was when it suited her. She could still be led around. “Someone has to make sure you put this on right.”

Lisa could figure everything out later when she had some time and she wasn’t so distracted… Those were dangerous thoughts. Very, very dangerous thoughts.

“... If you wanted to grope me, all you had to do is ask, Lisa.” Taylor shook her head at her. “It’s not like I’d say no. That sounds like a great idea.” Then she frowned. “Also I’d never do that. Forget the condom, I mean.”

Lisa gave her a deadpan look. The disbelief was palpable.

“On purpose,” Taylor amended, her expression turning sheepish. “I don’t know why, but it’s true that when it comes to this—to sex—I can get a little…forgetful sometimes.”

Yet another change. Taylor had a low-level need to get her pregnant. A manageable one, but still a need. A mental block relating to birth control maybe? Subtle and not exactly something most people would notice. The only reason Lisa had noticed at all was that she’d been looking.

It wasn’t all that much different from most guys—if they were jerks—besides being an unconscious choice over a conscious one.

“I thought so,” Lisa sighed, then kneeled in between Taylor’s thighs. She then reached a hand out to grab her cock directly under the head; barely able to get her fingers around its girth as a warm, sticky liquid started dripping onto her hand and sluggishly sliding down her arm as Taylor made agreeable noises and her arousal ramped up. “It's a good thing I’m here to remind you of what’s important then, isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” Taylor twitched and whimpered as cool air blew over her tip. Lisa’s breathing washing over it as she leaned in a little closer. The already thick flow became even worse, now coming out in short and heavy spurts. “A very good thing. The best thing even. Oh god, Lisa, you don’t even know how much I needed—”

Lisa didn’t even bother responding to anything that Taylor said, ignoring her babbling in favor of examining what it was she had to deal with. This was her first time ever doing anything like this…so it was okay if she took a bit of time to brush up on her hermaphroditic anatomy, right? Right.

Lisa quashed the little voice in the back of her head. That little voice that said if she kept on going like she was she’d be doing a lot more than just brushing up for a long time to come. That she should stop before she got in too deep.

That was quitting talk. Lisa was many things, but she was no quitter.

This time when Lisa looked the cock over, with nothing covering it, with no distractions… her breath caught in her throat as she affirmed what she had thought before. Taylor’s cock was quite possibly the biggest she had ever seen. Ever. Even in porn...which she hadn’t exactly seen all that much of, in all honesty, her libido having been struck down before it could really get to work on her… But yes. She didn’t need to compare to know that what Taylor had was impressive.

Beyond impressive. Almost terrifyingly so.

It was fascinating, the way it throbbed and twitched at every beat of Taylor’s heart. The thick veins that ran across its surface. Her balls, hefty enough to leave small indentations in the bed as large around as a pair of baseballs; feeling just as heavy when she cupped one of them and lifted it up in her hand.

Lisa swore that it got heavier at her first touch. That she could feel it churning, producing and packing itself full of sperm as she rolled it over her palm. Taylor had stopped babbling by then. Only gasps and moans and sighs escaped her mouth now as Lisa explored...and then the brunette flinched, tensed...then relaxed again as Lisa’s fingers slipped inside her.

Lisa hadn’t even known that it was there...but she most certainly did now, now that she could feel Taylor’s internal muscles squeezing her fingers. Blaming her next action on curiosity, Lisa scissored her fingers open, spreading Taylor wide before she pulled out again.

It was fascinating really, just how well everything fit together once you looked at it. How well Taylor’s body was put together her masculinity accenting rather than overwhelming her femininity.

Lisa, now with all of her fingers free, tightened her grip on Taylor’s shaft, stopping up the flow of musky fluid pouring over her arm. Removed a distraction as she held up the fingers that had been inside of Taylor up into the air and the light to examine the thick web in between her thumb and forefinger. Pre and vaginal juices all-in-one.

Lustrum, or whoever it was that had been on her payroll, had been a genius. Lisa didn’t need to be a geneticist to know that. So many ways this could have gone wrong. So many mistakes that could have led to the subjects of their little experiment to lean a bit too far to one side or the other on the gender scale, destroying the fragile balance required to make something, someone, as obviously perfect as Taylor was.

Lisa noted, once again, even as she stuck her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them until they no longer tasted salty or sweet… that Taylor wasn't the only one going through a mental change.

Pheromones?

Lisa loosened her hold on Taylor’s cock. Just slightly. Just enough to start up the flow again, if only at a relative dribble. The deep breath she took next made her shudder as the smell of sex, of virility, filled the air.

Pheromones. There was plenty of that. Too much. So thick she could taste them as the air ran over her tongue.

“You know, Lisa,” Taylor panted out, her eyes so dark with excitement they were almost black, “that you just made everything so much harder for yourself, yes?”

Lisa trembled at those words. Shook as a thrill ran through her, purely from the threat in she heard in every syllable.

“If you don't put that condom on me right now,” Taylor continued, “you're going to be carrying my children by the end of the night.” Her voice turned soft, “Is that what you want, Lisa? Is that why you took the condom from me? Why you didn't put it on me straight away?”

Lisa had never felt this way in her life. Had never thought it would happen. Ever. No one had ever talked to her like this, never had anyone make her feel like this...every second, every word out of Taylor’s mouth… It dragged Lisa’s mind yet deeper into the fog of arousal.

“Were you hoping I'd snap, that I’d take you, breed you?” Taylor put her hand on Lisa’s hand, the one the blonde had left sitting on her cock, “because if that's what you want…” And started moved it down, then up, guiding Lisa into a pumping motion that the blonde didn’t even bother contesting. You're very close to getting it.”

Lisa’s already deep blush turned the closest thing to scarlet as they made eye contact. Deeper yet when Taylor propped herself up on her elbows and licked her lips, happy to just watch as Lisa tugged at her length.

She liked it when someone talked dirty to her. The things you learned about yourself...

“I’m hoping that’s what you want…because I think you’d be a great mom.”

Lisa had to admit…deep inside of herself where no one but her would ever know… When she heard that she almost broke. Almost threw the condom away completely, right then and there.

Only the last bit of sense she still had kept that thought from becoming a reality.

This was just her body talking. Pheromones, hormones. Bodily chemicals pushing her towards something that she just wasn’t ready for. Not yet. She had so much to do before then and the life of a supervillain wasn’t a safe one. Having a child was just a bad idea, for multiple reasons.

No matter how nice it sounded…

“No.” Lisa shook her head quickly, not sure who exactly she was saying no to—keep it together, Lisa—as she put the latex ring over the top of Taylor’s cock. “No. I can’t. I...I’m just—going to—”

“I know,” Taylor sighed, a smile tugging at her lips; her tone sounding only somewhat put out. “A girl can hope though, can’t they?”

With one smooth movement and with half an ear, Lisa rolled down the entirety of the condom, securing it at the base of Taylor’s shaft.

“I was serious you know… about breeding you if you didn’t put it on me.”

“I know,” Lisa muttered. “Trust me, I know.” Taylor had been much too serious for it to be a joke. The situation they were in didn’t allow for it. “Maybe we could come back to that? In a couple of years?”

In response, Taylor pushed her, laid Lisa out flat on her back in a way that made her yelp before she got on top. Repeated the scene that they’d started with at the beginning of the night. With Lisa looking up, helplessly waiting as Taylor looked for her opening.

Lisa hissed, a sharp intake of air as Taylor found what she was looking for. Fit her tip to it perfectly before she began to put the pressure on.

“Honestly, Lisa?” Taylor moved her hips forward, breaking Lisa’s resistance, bit by bit. “I'll give you a month.”

“A mon—”

Taylor pushed abruptly; forced in the very tip in a way that drove the very air out of Lisa’s lungs.

“That’s right,” Taylor replied to her friend’s unfinished question as she seesawed back and forth, a slow working at Lisa’s pussy that had the blonde shivering and staring blankly at the ceiling. “A month.” Taylor worked herself in even further, even slower, in a way that allowed Lisa to get used to what she was about to take, bit by bit. “I just need one month to change your mind.”

Lisa didn't say anything in reply. She couldn't. It was impossible.

Lisa tangled her hands into the bedsheets and twisted, her body desperate for air as she felt Taylor worm her way deeper in. She then cried out as the dark haired girl gave her a shimmy of, a little movement of her hips as progress slowed, loosening her up before she pulled out and did it again.

That wasn’t the last cry she made. Not even close as Taylor set herself into a cycle.

When Lisa had said for her to take it slow, she hadn't expected it to be this agonizing. Not painful just… How it felt to have herself stretch around something as large as what was being forced into her body before it retreated and came back again. How it felt to have the stretching become easier, how it felt to have her body adjust and change itself in response to another’s actions.

Feeling another person’s heartbeat inside of her...being so close to someone… It made her want to cry.

If anyone had told her before this moment that the time she felt most alive was when she was under her best friend… Let’s just say they would have never found the body… It didn’t matter if it was true. Saying something like that within hearing distance was a good way to get your shit kicked in.

“How are you feeling, Lisa?” Taylor groaned as she met yet another spot of resistance, leading to her pulling back and readying herself for another go. “Good?”

Lisa whined, legs spread wide and tense as Taylor finally hit the halfway mark.

“I’ll take that,” Taylor whispered as her lips brushed against Lisa’s face in a kiss, “as very good.”

Taylor might be able to get away with it though. Might. As long as she never said it to anyone else...she’d be the only one to know.

Lisa leaned up and began to lay a trail of kisses along the side of Taylor’s neck. Meaningless murmuring began to make its way past her lips, pleading mixed with cries for mercy as one of her legs wrapped around Taylor’s back; a gentle nibble or suck every once in awhile was only to be expected.

When the head of her cock pressed against the deepest part of her and their hips met...it was like a thunderclap. Physically and metaphorically as Taylor finally hilted herself. Taylor’s full length and girth, and the solid weight of her testicles on Lisa’s skin.

“It’s in, Lisa.”

Lisa’s breath rasped, the air like sandpaper in her lungs as Taylor pressed her lips against hers. Softly, repeatedly. In a way that could only be answered by reciprocation, something that Lisa was only too happy to provide. This was a small thing, compared to what Taylor had done for her.

She had never felt so full.

“Tell me when you want me to move for real, alright?” A small shift of Taylor’s hips left Lisa seeing stars and breathing heavy. Heavier than before as she felt herself contract around Taylor, a small orgasm that quickly faded away only to leave her wanting more. “Just doing something small for you, something to help you get used to me.”

Lisa whimpered and buried her face in Taylor’s neck as the younger girl shifted to again, forcing her cock against the opposite wall.

“Take your time. Don’t rush.” Taylor closed her eyes and laid her head down with a sigh. Pressed her cheek against Lisa’s in a gentle nuzzle before she began to circle her hips, loosening Lisa up with every stir of her rod. The fact that it was also driving the blonde up the wall was probably just a happy coincidence. ““Rushing comes after.”

“Okay—that sounds…” Lisa trailed off with a whisper as she shivered and her arms joined her legs, wrapped around Taylor. Her own hips slowly gyrating, finding the rhythm in counterpoint to her friend’s, the one that led her to this, to her clawing and crying out like an animal at the brunette’s back.

If Taylor even noticed the nails digging into her skin—possibly drawing blood—she hid it well. A small exhalation, a slightly tighter movement. The only, minor, signs she noticed at all while she ran Lisa into the ground.

It was maddening, just how composed Taylor was as she did something that she considered ‘small’. Something that she considered the barest of warm-ups to prepare Lisa for the real thing. It was maddening, how composed she was even as Lisa could feel herself start to fall apart at the seams.

If she felt like she was losing her mind now... then what would happen to her when Taylor stopped playing? What would be left of her then?

She tapped Taylor’s shoulder with a trembling hand. Once. Twice. Nerves and aftershock combined turning her into a speechless wreck. So bad that she could barely tap Taylor a third time.

There was only one way she was going to find out, wasn’t there?

Taylor pulled herself back up, her hair falling around her face in a curtain as she looked down on Lisa. Her face the only thing Lisa could see, content and soft. Half of her world. “Ready?”

A small tremor passed through Lisa’s entire body at that question, swallowing back a moan as she came again. The question had already been answered for her.

The other half of her world, the joining between the two of them, was very persuasive.

Chapter Text

“Yes…” Lisa replied with a hiss. Her last decision. Her last choice. Her last chance to back away. Gone. Lost in the fog.

Taylor huffed. A soft noise that Lisa could only call ‘amused’ as the brunette pulled out to the head. Left Lisa feeling cold and empty as Taylor pulled her legs up until they were past the younger girl’s shoulders and her butt was off the bed. A whole new position that left Lisa helpless, clutching at the sheets in between her fingers as her voice left her once more.

There was no sound. Nothing besides that of the ringing in her ears and that of her own breathing, thick and wet. All choking gasps and strangled moans as, with the last tattered hints of her sensibility, she was left to admire the way her own juices brought out the stretch marks in the latex...before Taylor’s hips slammed down and into hers.

Lisa couldn’t describe it. Couldn’t put into words what she felt right then. The emotions, the motions to explain it. Not now. Probably not ever.

The way her heart had stopped in her chest. How she had bit into her lips, hard enough for her to taste iron. Her back arched. Thoughts stopped. Everything that had happened before was brought to nothing.

“You’re mine now, Lisa…”

The way Taylor had filled her, how she looked at that moment. Teeth bared. Eyes half-lidded and hungry. Hands locked possessively around Lisa’s body as sweat slid down her her form and over the curves of her breasts… Lisa couldn’t explain it. There was no need to.

“Oh my god, Taylor!”

Why would she try and find the words to explain something... that didn’t need an explanation? She was getting fucked. She was getting taken for the first time in her life by someone she trusted… Someone who, if she was honest, was really hitting all of her buttons in the very best of ways right now.

Before she’d lost the ability to feel aroused...Lisa had liked a little bit of confidence in her guys. Sue her.

Lisa squealed again, legs twitching, kicking uselessly in the air as Taylor began to build her way into her rhythm. Starting off calmly, then smoothly pulling out to the head. Again and again, with every rep leading to her pressing back down to the end of Lisa’s tunnel with a barely audible smack of flesh against flesh; grunting and panting as she forced herself past whatever tightness, whatever resistance that Lisa might have still had.

There was no point in trying to describe something that didn’t need to be described beyond something so simple. No need to apply words to something she had no words for. Lisa knew that... But she wasn’t the sort to let things go. Lisa needed descriptions, concepts, a way to put everything in its own little box… Even when it meant she was looking into things she shouldn’t. That was just how she was, for better or for worse. Nothing was going to change that.

Taylor laughed happily even as Lisa placed her palms over her eyes, her hands shaking against her face as a full body blush ran through her. Her constant squeals turned into still constant, yet breathless squeaks as her body finally submitted to Taylor’s attack with a loud, wet noise. With a small outpouring of her juices and dignity following after every one of Taylor’s out-strokes to soak into the mattress, leaving a stain that Lisa would never be able to get out.

Not even this could change that little habit of hers...but it could keep her from thinking about it as much as she’d like to. From putting that unlabeled feeling in that little box, in that little cupboard, in that little closet filled with knives and rusty chains that she put all the other things she didn’t want to think about. Things like the fact that, in an unforeseen reversal and twisting of social roles that still had Lisa reeling—

Taylor ground into her. Bounced in and out of her in a way that had stars popping in front of Lisa’s eyes before she got back into it.

—Taylor was a hop and a skip away from owning her. Physically and socially dominating her in a contest that had proved itself to be, so far, not a contest at all.

Over the course of an hour, Lisa had gone from a frustrated, confused, snarky, loudmouthed, virgin that had never dreamt of being anything else... To a less frustrated, even more confused, almost shy and quiet girl that was, considering the size of the dick she was taking, well on her way to professional porn stardom. God damn it, she’d cum more times in the last ten minutes than she had in the last ten years, and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon...

Taylor grunted, then shifted her hold in a way that led to Lisa’s movements being restricted yet further, leaving her almost completely immobile from the waist down. Laughing lightly, smiling politely even as she fucked Lisa loose. Introduced the blonde to the joys of sex and the feeling of a slowly filling condom dragging a liquid, heavy, growing warmth across her inner walls constantly.

Lisa could barely even think anymore. The acts of existing and cumming and breathing taking up just about every bit of room that she had reserved for thought—let alone recognize what thoughts she did have had started to take a turn towards the cyclical. The same thoughts with only slightly different wordings over and over again, all directed towards the fact that Taylor was taking her for a ride… and that she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t care enough to stop it.

She was enjoying this.

Lisa—in what she’d deny as something that had been brought on by emotion in anyway— pressed her hands tighter to her eyes. Sniffed as tears started to roll down the side of her face; hiccups coming out of her mouth instead of the wailing shrieks she’d been going for when Taylor angled her hips just right and started to quicken her strokes, making Lisa feel as if she was going to die.

“Oops. One second, Lisa.”

The next few strokes and the sudden pull out that set her off in a wave of squirting convulsions that left a nearby wall dark and dripping, the carpet moist… it left her convinced that was what was happening. That she was going to die here. That she was going to die. Here. On her bed. Eyes rolled up into the back of her head. Stinking of sex with scraps of Egyptian cotton lodged deeply under her nails.

“Sorry about that. Had something to do.”

And then Lisa was alive again. Taking in great, heaving breaths, shuddering in fits and starts as her eyes rolled back into their proper place and her death grip on her tattered sheets loosened. Rest. Recuperation. A return from near catatonia. All enough for Lisa to be able to recognize the shifting of her mattress as Taylor slid over to the edge, cock firmly in hand as she peeled her condom off, its swollen tip as large as an orange, sloshing thickly with a mostly clear fluid as it was tied off and put on Lisa’s nightstand before Taylor reached for another.

“Hate these things...”

Lisa licked her lips. Mouth dry. Suddenly thirsty. Barely able to hear Taylor’s complaints as she looked at the precummy little balloon jiggling not even five feet away from her face.

“Haven’t even cum yet but I still have to change them out…” Taylor looked over at Lisa, then laughed as she rolled the new condom down. “But I bet you aren’t complaining about it. Are you, Lisa? Getting a bit of time to rest, to see what you’re missing...” Taylor plucked the old condom off the nightstand and dangled it in front of Lisa’s face.

Lisa’s nostrils flared as the smell of worn latex filled her nose, mixed heavily with the scent of Taylor and herself.

“It's amazing, right?”

Lisa was barely even able to nod, but nod she did, earning herself a smug grin from her friend that made her heart skip a beat...and ask herself why she’d done that.

“I know, I know.” Taylor laid a hand on Lisa’s bare stomach and started to knead, leading to half-remembered sex-ed lessons far, far, far in the back of Lisa’s head being brought up again. Just for a moment, long enough for her to remember that was where her womb was before it was discarded as an unimportant bit of trivia. “You don’t want to get pregnant. You’re not ready to be a mom.” A light flick of the wrist set the condom into motion, Lisa’s eyes following every jump and swing before it came to a stop. “I get that and I’m not going to push you on it... But you can’t deny that it's looking pretty damn good right now, can you?”

“N-no.” Lisa croaked, eyes crossing slightly as the condom moved a little closer to her face, close enough for Lisa to see just how dangerously full it was, giving her an explanation for why Taylor’s sudden pullout had set her off like it had. An overfull condom wasn’t a safe condom. It wasn’t… Something. “I can’t. It sounds... really good… really…” Lisa’s mouth opened, her tongue slipping out to give the taut, latex surface of the fist-sized balloon a swipe. “Thirsty...”

Lisa had never felt like this before. Never felt so lost, so hungry for anything in her life as she did for the contents of that not so little piece of latex. The taste of her own juices just made it worse, pushing and spurring Lisa on past even Taylor’s giggles and her own battered, nearly shattered dignity.

All she needed to do was get it in between her teeth. Get in between and bite down as hard as she could… And maybe she’d stop aching.

“Jesus, Lisa. Down girl.” Taylor pulled the condom away with a snort, sliding off the bed and tossing the condom into Lisa’s wastebasket—ignoring the liquid pop, the sudden spray and the whimper from Lisa—as she went. “You must be really thirsty if you’re planning on drinking that...but really. Keep the compliments coming.”

Taylor padded over to Lisa’s mini fridge, the one she’d filled to the brim with water and ice and placed next to the medicine cabinet. Both of those pieces of furniture had been impulse buys, ones that Lisa hadn’t regretted in the slightest after. She’d just been so pleased that she no longer had to go out of her room and interact with others, just so that she’d be able to chase her nearly organ damaging dose of painkillers with a glass of ice water, that the price didn’t even register.

“Although...I’ve been told that there’s nothing quite like getting it straight from the tap, Lisa, if you really want to try it.” Lisa’s appreciation of her fridge grew yet higher as Taylor bent over, shifting from the side as she looked through the bottles, showing off the perfect shape of her ass and the heft of her balls with every sway. “Warmth. Taste. Texture. It’s just better that way.” Taylor hummed a little before taking two and closing the fridge, “But I guess if you need to have your fix right then and there you can’t really go wrong with a thermos. It's not the same but…it’s something... Or so I’ve been told.”

Taylor then shrugged and jumped onto the bed, making Lisa squeak at the little bit of airtime she had before Taylor pulled her in close, seating the still somewhat glassy-eyed girl into her lap, leaving her cock to stand proudly out from in between Lisa’s thighs.

“Drink up, Lisa.” Taylor pressed a bottle into Lisa’s hands, the cap already spun off and discarded. Forgotten somewhere that hopefully wasn’t the carpet, thick enough to hide something as small and innocuous as a plastic cap. “You look like you need it.

Lisa, after a while where all she could do was tremble, blinked. Shifted slightly in Taylor’s lap to get as comfortable as possible before she raised the bottle to her lips with shaking hands. Anticipation ran rampant as she sat there, unable to forget exactly how close she was to Taylor having her way with her again as she felt the heartbeat in between her legs.

Taylor was very good at making subtle threats...very good.

“I’ve done a real number on you. Haven’t I?”

Lisa didn’t answer. Couldn’t. She just drank her water. Pulled herself together. Blushed and shivered as she forced herself to focus on the water even as Taylor nuzzled her neck… It was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.

“How many orgasms have you had? Ten? Twenty?” The back of Taylor’s hands nudged the underside of one of Lisa’s breasts. The blonde’s breath hitched, a bit of water spilling from her bottle and onto her chest as Taylor cupped that breast in her hand and gave it a squeeze. “More than twenty.” Taylor smiled. A physical thing. Something that Lisa could feel Taylor before those lips met her neck. “Anything less and you wouldn’t have been so desperate earlier.” Gave her a lick. “So thirsty.”

“...oh god.” Lisa whimpered. Felt a part of herself die as she did.

“It was adorable, Lisa. Watching you lick and bite at that condom like it was the only thing that mattered, acting as if it were your world…” Lisa whined around her mouthful of water, almost spilling it as Taylor’s cock jerked and slapped against her stomach. “I think you can guess how that made me feel...”

She could guess. Oh god, could she guess...

Lisa gasped softly, head lolling to the side, exposing her neck even further as Taylor started to nip. “Not really...” A small smile, a weak shadow of one of Lisa’s infamous grins spread across her face as she reached down and gave Taylor’s shaft a pump. She then took another sip from her nearly empty—where had it all gone—bottle of water, only barely finding it within her to swallow as she felt Taylor’s breath quicken against her skin. “Maybe you could show me?”

Taylor stiffened. Exhaled slowly as her hold around Lisa’s waist tightened slightly, just enough to send a thrill of excitement through Lisa before it loosened. “... Damn it, Lisa.” Taylor grumbled as she held out a hand, taking Lisa’s empty bottle and tossing it into the wastebasket where it landed with a dull splat. “Fucked your brains out not even ten minutes ago and you’re already back to being yourself.” Taylor put her own bottle to her lips and took a long pull from it, a slow roll of the hips all the direction Lisa needed to continue her gentle tugging at Taylor’s length. “Just let me finish this up and I’ll show you something alright...”

Not so subtle this time...but no less threatening for it. She had the means to go through with it after all.

“I think it's just reflex, really.” Lisa replied faux meekly, “It's kind of my job to make sure that no one on the team gets a swelled head, you see.”

Taylor coughed into her drink, water spilling down her front as Lisa’s smile grew.

“That’s been my job for almost a year now, and I have to say that this may be my biggest case yet.”Lisa chortled. “You don’t have to worry though because I have everything well in hand. It might be a little longer than I expected but-”

“It sounds like you’re feeling a lot better, Lisa.”

Lisa’s back stiffened. Words dried up. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she heard Taylor speak. It wasn’t the words that did it of course. She’d heard worse than that... It was the way Taylor said it that set off a little alarm in the back of her head, made her reptilian hindbrain seize up and her smile freeze. It didn’t sound mad, frustrated, or disappointed. It just sounded so…normal. Scarily normal.

It was strange...but Lisa couldn’t help but listen to it. Another of Taylor’s many advantages? Or, was it just her own atrophied sense of sexual awareness coming into play?

Taylor’s hands then fit themselves under Lisa’s arms and lifted her off, the reason for Taylor’s sudden brusqueness becoming clear as Lisa caught sight of Taylor’s bottle lying in the middle of a sodden patch at the foot of her bed... It was amazing just how much you could miss while you were in the middle of making puns and jerking off your best friend—and holy fuck did that sound weird.

“If you’re good enough to start making puns about how you’re handling my dick, you’re good enough for another round, right?” Taylor plopped Lisa down against the headboard, then firmly pressed a hand against Lisa’s chest until her head hit the pillows that lay at its base. Lisa found that she couldn’t protest that either, oddly enough. “Right. We’re going to do this a little differently this time, Lisa. This time I’m not going to be holding your legs up.” Taylor reached up and placed her hands on top of Lisa’s headboard. “You are.”

“...I am?”

“Yes. You are.”

Lisa licked her lips as Taylor gave a shake of her hips for emphasis, the bobbing sway of her cock doing more to convince Lisa than the tone of her voice...and damn if this whole ‘having sex’ thing didn’t have its hooks in her...something that Taylor noticed, seeing how smug her smile was.

“One way or the other I’m going to cum inside of you.” Taylor continued. “Condom or no condom—not feeling all that picky about which—and there are only two real choices in how that’s going to happen.” Taylor’s smile became nearly blinding. “Your first choice is that you grab your ankles and watch as I turn your pussy inside out. Literally.” Taylor giggled, “You’ve got a real grip on you, Lisa. A-plus.”

“... Thanks?” Lisa wasn’t sure what else she could say to that...she’d need a while, but it probably wouldn’t be nice. Maybe.

“Anytime,” Taylor replied with a huff and a shake of the head. “The second choice is that I flip you over on your stomach and pound you while you bite the blankets. I’m fine with either, honestly.”

“Oh.” Lisa swallowed, obviously loud enough for Taylor to hear if the chuckle Lisa heard was any indication, “Are those… Are those really all the choices I have? Because I think—”

“That you need to make up for all those terrible puns about my dick?” Taylor interrupted, “I totally agree, Lisa.”

“... I’m really sorry about those puns.”

“And I’m really not sorry about the things I’m going to do to you.” Taylor cocked her head. “Funny how that works out, right?”

Yeah. Hilarious.

“Oh...Well… when you say it like that...that makes sense...” Lisa pulled her legs up to her chest and into the air, spreading them as far as she could go while still keeping her hands on her ankles like Taylor had demanded of her. Lisa winced as she reached her limits, a twinge in her hips that stopped as she pulled back a little, then quickly faded. “I guess… I’ll just…” Lisa trailed off with a sharp inhale, mouth falling open slightly and eyes widening as she took a look at just what Taylor had done to her. “What did you do?”

Lisa had never really paid much attention to her pussy before. Never saw a reason to care about it beyond such things as hygiene and convenience...before now. Before she’d been forced to care, now that the tightly closed slit that she’d grown used to seeing in the mirror was gone. Changed. Molded by what Taylor had done to it.

“It’s quite the view, right?”

It was that yes… It was most definitely that, as she looked in between her legs, at the once somewhat cute—if you squinted—bit of flesh now puffy and flushed. At the thin hair around her pelvis, matted with juices, juices that had begun a steady flow south and onto her stomach in the short time since the start of her inspection...and that wasn’t the only thing she was confused about, oddly enough.

Lisa hadn’t even seen her clit before today. Never had the need to. The neglected bundle of nerves had been content to stay behind the scenes and under the hood, and she’d been content to let it do just that...they’d had an agreement for the last couple of years, one that one of them had broken…and here they were now, drawn out of hiding; surprisingly large as it stood almost painfully erect.

“I can tell just from the look on your face you’ve never looked at yourself before.” Taylor said, pulling Lisa from her ‘soul-gazing’. “Let alone when you’re like this.” Taylor moved her head side to side. Closed one eye and then the other, all the while looking Lisa over before she nodded. “Think of it is a learning experience, Lisa. Like me.”

Lisa looked away from her crotch and up at Taylor questioningly, her bottom lip starting to feel rather tender as she nibbled on it. What was she supposed to learn from this? Besides not allowing Taylor to get her alone if she wanted time to herself and a normal, non-sex ruined body?

“I can see you take care of yourself. That you prefer to trim instead of style. That you never really saw the point in prettying up something that no one was going to see. Or get any use from outside of basic biological needs.” Taylor drummed her fingers against the headboard, a slight sound that kept Lisa on track, helped her focus her thoughts just the slightest bit more. “You should probably change that since that last part isn’t exactly true anymore. Just saying.”

Lisa pressed her head harder into her pillow, shrinking back and averting her eyes from Taylor’s face and back to her crotch as she felt her cheeks start to heat up at Taylor’s implication.

“For another...” The corner of Taylor’s mouth twitched upwards. “Your clit is huge. Like… more than twice as big as mine is if I’m getting the math right.”

If Lisa’s face had been hot before it was nothing to how she felt now as she stared at the suddenly almost intimidatingly large pearl resting at the top of her slit.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, Lisa so don’t even worry about it.” Taylor snickered. “It just means I have more to play with whenever I’m feeling bored.”

Wait. What?

“Taylor.” Lisa started, “Did you just imply that my clit is a toy for you to play with? Because, if you did, I think—”

“Maybe I did.”

Lisa inhaled sharply, her hips spasming as Taylor’s cock grazed the tip of her clit before pressing itself against her entrance; Lisa’s every argument going up in smoke at that one action.

“And I’m thinking it's going to be one of my favorites too… Now, Lisa-” Taylor repositioned herself, widening her stance and checking her handhold on the headboard before she spoke again. “You probably weren’t paying all that much attention the first time around. You might have missed out on some things... considering how much of a mess you were at the time.” A groan was shared between the two as Lisa’s opening gave way once more, taking Taylor’s cockhead as if it had been made for it. “So you’re going to get a show.”

Lisa resisted the urge to pull away for a moment as she saw in close, exacting, detail just how small she was when compared to that monster hanging between Taylor’s legs. She had no idea how she’d been able to take it the first time. She wasn’t even sure how she was taking it now as she watched her flesh split open; gasping, taking in short, quick breaths as she saw just how tightly, widely stretched her lips were as they hugged Taylor’s girth.

“How am I even doing that?” Lisa whispered as Taylor gave her another inch, “I shouldn’t be able to take that much. Not in just an hour. Not even a week of wearing a dildo fulltime would let me take this much.”

Vulgar? Yes. But true. Oh so true.

“You’re right about that,” Taylor admitted casually. “You shouldn’t be able to take me… and that thing with a dildo sounds like something you should try sometime.”

Lisa started to shake again, something that she’d thought she was done with, when she noticed the moving bump in her lap, showing exactly how deep Taylor had gone as she continued to push.

“But remember earlier, when you stuck your fingers in your mouth right after you’d finished feeling me up?” Taylor hummed as she reached as far as she could go, giving Lisa’s cervix a tap that made the blonde squeak and twitch with a minor orgasm before pulling out. “There were some seriously strange people on Lustrum’s payroll at the time. With some seriously strange ideas...some of which really weren’t that strange once you thought about them.” Taylor rolled her neck, flipping several strands of hair over her shoulder, talking in between breathes as she got into her stride. “Like making it so that anyone that gets a taste of me will just—start changing to fit with what they’re going through at the time.”

“Taylor, what does—” Lisa’s moaned, her eyes fluttering for only a second before she shook her head. Focus! “What do you mean it’s changing me? Wait!.” Lisa paled, her thoughts running away from her in directions that felt…not right but as close to right as she could make it before she lost herself in Taylor’s rhythm.“That’s why I feel so good! That’s why I’m so desperate! You got me addicted to your dick you jerk! You mastered me!”

“Addicted? Mastered? Wha—” Taylor snorted, “Oh my god, what? Seriously I don’t…” Taylor placed her head against the headboard for support as she laughed, leaving Lisa feeling sheepish before she firmed her resolve. “They called it Crawler-Lite, Lisa. Your stamina gets better, you get more elastic and you start getting better at taking what I can dish out. There are some other, somewhat theoretical changes that could happen in certain conditions, yeah. But nothing like an addiction.” Taylor leaned down, a lupine grin stretching from ear to ear as she looked Lisa in the eyes, making the blonde feel small...and tasty...and that wasn’t right.

This couldn’t go on. It just...it couldn’t. That was it. That was enough. Lisa couldn’t allow this to go on like it had up to now.

“That ‘addiction’ of yours? It’s all you. Just your body rewarding you for using it as it was meant to be used,” Taylor cooed, a shiver running down Lisa’s spine as Taylor started getting rougher, more excited. Brought Lisa back to the tipping point once more, shaking her head and crying out, only half faking as the bed started to creak.

She’d dealt with worse than this...she could wait...she would wait...any moment now...

“You’re like a little girl, Lisa. All these new feelings and emotions running through you…and you have no idea what they are or how to deal with them because you never got the chance to learn,” Taylor hissed through her teeth with a shudder, “and I’m the one who’s going to have to teach you all the things you should know.” Taylor quaked this time, a whole body movement that Lisa could feel in her bones. “Like the differences between lust and actual addiction of course. The pros and cons of vaginal, anal, and oral. How to masturbate or give a decent handjob.” Taylor sighed happily, “And that is so fucking hot.”

Maybe...if you were Taylor. For her though? Well… It could be better. Would be better. Just about—

“Do you know what else is hot?” Lisa replied smugly, letting go of her ankles to grab Taylor by the arms in a half-remembered hold that Brian had trained into her before throwing all her weight to the right. This time it was Taylor’s turn to squeal as Lisa threw her on the bed. “Role reversal.”

—now. This was Lisa’s show now. Finally. Finally, after all she’d been through. After she’d been kissed, licked, fondled and fucked within twenty minutes of Taylor offering to have sex with her. After she’d been used so completely through the course of an hour that she’d almost lost just about everything that made her, her. Her mind, her pride, her dignity. All of it offered up to Taylor, hers to keep for as long as the show went on… But Taylor had messed up.

She’d given Lisa a bit of time to recuperate...and then shocked her into awareness. Brought her back into play as it were.

Lisa leaned down, vulpine grin out in full force as she placed her lips against Taylor’s neck. Feeling Taylor’s pulse race under the kiss as she marked Taylor; just like how Taylor had marked her.

This was her stage now.

“And I’m going to show you that I’m not a little girl.”

And she was going to milk it for all it was worth.

Lisa stared down at Taylor, enjoying the expression of shock on her friend’s, on her lover’s face. Juices leaking down her thighs as the feeling of being in control came back to her all at once; she had missed it, in the short while she’d gone without it. Control was like a drug to her. Addictive, something that Lisa wanted, that she craved. Something that she needed, if she was honest. Along with her powers, it was a sort of crutch, a way to handle the stresses of her day-to-day life without turning into a hot, sobbing mess. The fact that it was fun and kind of a turnon—she should have known—didn’t hurt at all.

“You weren’t expecting that, were you?” Lisa said softly, pressing down on Taylor’s wrists a little harder as she tried to wriggle her way free. “You thought you had me in the bag already. That I was just going to do whatever you wanted until you were finished.” Lisa ground her hips teasingly, still grinning as she slid wetly over Taylor’s length. “It’s almost like you don’t know me, Taylor. Shame on you… And I’ll have you know, this little girl used to have a pony of her very own. I miss her,” Taylor whimpered, Lisa’s grin growing even sharper at the rush that little noise brought as she purred into Taylor’s ear. “But I guess you’ll just have to do.”

Lisa swayed her hips, her hands falling away from Taylor’s as the taller girl stopped struggling with a gasp. The shock was still there. The shock that came with the unexpected, showing in Taylor’s every reaction. It was obvious. The confident, almost cocky look Taylor had been holding onto the whole time was gone, replaced with something more familiar. More Taylor, as Lisa knew her. Nervous, hesitant and oddly adorable, even as she placed her hands on Lisa’s waist.

Unexpected for Taylor, maybe. But not unfamiliar. How…disappointing.

“So that’s how it is?” Lisa chuckled into the side of Taylor’s neck as she began rubbing herself against her friend, sucking at Taylor’s neck and leaving little marks with every move forward and back. “You lose your fire as soon as you think you’re in for a ride? Was hoping I’d be the one to break you in.”

“No one’s broken me in…”

“Whatever you say, hon.” Taylor tensed and turned her eyes away, blushing as Lisa slid forward to give her a pat on the cheek and a kiss on the lips. “Just keep saying that, and maybe, one day, I’ll believe you.” Lisa sat up again, biting her lip as she fit Taylor’s cock teasingly into her entrance. Taylor’s mouth fell open with a whine as Lisa stopped there, actually pulling away from Taylor’s weak, upwards thrust with a laugh. “One day.”

Taylor moaned helplessly as Lisa had her revenge, playing the world’s most frustrating game of keep-away. When Taylor went right, Lisa moved to the left. To the left, Lisa slid away to the right and down, always just out of reach.

It was only what Taylor deserved, for driving Lisa so close to the edge. For almost succeeding in breaking Lisa completely. For trying to make her what would be, in the end, nothing more than Taylor’s version of a stress ball. Pliable, soft, and capable of making noises whenever Taylor felt like playing. That could have been her… And that just wasn’t her. It just wasn’t Lisa.

Lisa pressed her hands down on Taylor’s chest, panting and smiling, beads of sweat running down her body as she lowered herself and waited. It didn’t take long at all for Taylor to take the bait, almost instantly taking advantage of Lisa’s sudden lack of movement with a thrust… Only to have Lisa go up, letting it pass under her before she quickly came back down again, making Taylor yelp as Lisa trapped her length in between their bodies.

“That was fun, Taylor. You almost got me.” Taylor bit back a sobbing groan as Lisa straightened up again, showing Taylor just how close she’d been. Lisa, sitting directly on the shaft; puffy lips spread and almost drooling from where it sat along the shaft. “Problem is, ‘almost’ only gets you the consolation prize.”

“... Consolation?” Taylor croaked.

“That’s what happens when you don’t hit the bullseye, Taylor.” Lisa explained, crooned as she shifted her weight over the cock in between her legs, “I know you were hoping to get the grand prize, dropping a load or two in me,” Making Taylor stiffen up as the blonde started moving again, sliding smoothly from front to back as she started stroking Taylor off with her outer lips. It felt—better—than she’d expected. A pleasant surprise. “But you’re just going to have to be satisfied with this, until the next time.”

Lisa willfully, and cheerfully, ignored the fact that she had just admitted that there was even going to be a next time, shelving it for later while she got ready to ride Taylor into the ground. Got ready to make her submit like the taller girl had done to her at the first sign of weakness.

“That’s so—why would you do something like that to—”

“I’m a supervillain, babe, and getting fucked is a two-way street.” Keeping herself from cackling like a madwoman at the gobsmacked look on Taylor’s face, the realization that her actions had consequences was one of the hardest things Lisa had ever done. “You totally—” Lisa had to bite her lip when she ran herself over the head of Taylor’s dick, the stimulation of her clit worth a moment of relative quiet when she did it again. “—should have expected this.”

“Lisa, please…” Lisa’s urge to cackle grew as she lingered over the head, torturing Taylor with every change shift and change in pressure. The sobbing groan that Taylor let out when she raised herself back up was priceless. “Mercy!”

“Mercy?” Lisa slipped a hand in between their bodies and leaned forward in response, her own fluids slipping between her fingers as she started toying with Taylor’s shaft. Feeling the bubble at the tip expand and grow in weight, even with something as simple as that. “Like you showed me when I couldn’t even breathe?” A quick nibble at the ear received a whine. A whimper. A noise that drew a vindictive laugh from Lisa. “Or when you had me hold my own legs up, just so I could watch you fuck me?”

“For the love of god, Lisa! Please let me just—”

“I don’t think you understood me the first time.” Lisa sat up again and arched her back, stretching. Chest jutted teasingly outward before she put her hands on Taylor’s own. “Ponies don’t talk, Taylor. They get ridden.” The brunette mewled as both of her nipples were caught in between Lisa’s fingers, the right given a pinch just a hairsbreadth away from painful. “And right now, you’re a pony. My pony.”

And, with that, Lisa began to seriously rock her hips, a rhythmic, heavy grind that came easily to her. Riding lessons. Hours and hours of practice. A half-baked dream of becoming a professional horse jockey before she had realized she wasn’t nearly small enough for the job. Altogether, after all that… Riding Taylor was like riding the proverbial bike. Easier, actually.

She’d never learned how to ride a bike after all. Too ‘plebeian’, her parents had said.

Lisa, still painfully sensitive, came all over Taylor’s lower stomach with a moan, still moving even as she soaked the brunette under her with her fluids. Then again, and again in a series of delicious shocks that made the blonde hiss with pleasure, the brunette under her squirm with embarrassment and needful frustration.

None of these things, even when put together, were nearly close to enough for Lisa to break her stride. To even think of breaking it. Just like any other dominance game, it was all about the momentum. Keeping your partner guessing and off balance, without pushing so far that they pushed back in reaction.

Taylor let out another pitiful moan as Lisa slowly took the taller girl’s aroused nipples in between her fingers. Each stroke, roll, and tug of the swollen nubs pushing her closer and closer to the edge, a light squeeze actually forcing Taylor’s eyes to roll, leaving only the whites showing behind her heavily lidded eyes.

Taylor hadn’t been wrong when she’d said she’d be the one to teach Lisa. She had. She most definitely had, even if the things she’d taught, weren’t the sort of lessons she’d hoped Lisa would take away from the whole thing. Initiative. Independence. A sexually sadistic streak a mile wide, and a lack of passivity. Things that Taylor just wasn’t looking for…or, at least, that was what Lisa assumed.

“That’s right, Taylor. Let it all out.” The tip of Taylor’s condom bulged outward when Lisa gave one of her nipples a pluck, a jet of lubricant being vented as hard as a normal human’s cumshot in response to that simple bit of stimulation. “You can do it.”

She really doubted that Taylor had been working towards this, the sudden reversal that had led to the blonde being on top. Lisa didn’t need her powers to see that, before, any such thoughts, if they even existed, weren’t entertained for more than a second before being discarded. Taylor’s conditioning, Lisa suspected, wouldn’t have even allowed her to consider it as an option.

Adding a bit of pressure to the bubble, finger, and thumb pressing down on the latex mass that had gotten large enough to impede Lisa’s progress was an easy thing to do. Impulsive, but effective as the fluid that had built up so far came out near the base of Taylor’s cock, adding them to the juices that were no doubt already dripping down them from under her balls. An elegant solution, when compared to taking the time to force a new condom on Taylor before she recovered.

It was a good thing Taylor had Lisa to do the thinking for her, the blonde thought to herself as she leaned down and took a nipple gently in between her teeth. They’d have never got anything done otherwise.

A lash of the tongue and a gentle suck made Taylor howl, before Lisa’s lips separated from it with a pop to treat the other with a tongue bath of its own, wondering if her room’s soundproofing was up to par… She’d find out in the morning.

“That’s a good girl,” Lisa said, her voice hushed as Taylor continued to writhe. Breathing hard, muscles straining as her fingers tore at the bed. All of it without a word, just like Lisa had ordered. “Keep being good, and maybe I’ll think about giving you another turn at the prize~”

And that was when Lisa realized that she had hit her limit. Almost a dead end. A lack of ideas that, for once in her life, made her regret never watching porn… Not that she let it show to the girl half-heartedly struggling underneath her, just continuing on her current track without even a change of expression.

Lisa had already realized that getting off of Taylor wasn’t a good idea if she wanted the current trend of domination to continue, cutting away plenty of teasing opportunities from that alone. The blonde was already playing with Taylor’s nipples and grinding against her as is, so that was out. She wasn’t nearly flexible enough—Yet, if Taylor hadn’t been downplaying Crawler-lite—to fondle Taylor’s giant balls and the slit beneath them while staying in control… And Taylor’s stamina was just insane. A stamina that Lisa, to be honest, just didn’t share.

She was starting to tire. This had to end… And porn watching was now on her list of things to do. A priority even, terrible as it was to admit. Taylor had made things - complicated.

“You’re on the edge, aren’t you? So close, a breeze in the right spot could set you off.” Taylor twitched softly, gasping when Lisa stood up on her knees, taking her weight off of the brunette’s body to stare down at her. “You’re holding back.” She chuckled, ignoring how Taylor’s erection slapped at her lower stomach, now that she wasn’t pinning it down. “Do you really want to cum in me that much?”

Taylor nodded jerkily, a visible shiver running through her as Lisa put a finger on the tip of her rod. Bent it from side to side as if it were an especially weighty office toy. The ache in her balls must have been terrible.

“How sweet.” Lisa purred while she arranged herself over her best friend’s quivering shaft, “I think you deserve another go, just for that.” And held out her hands until Taylor, with shaking hands, took them. Held them tight. “I’ll even give you a handicap.”

If there was anything Lisa was good at, it was putting on a good show…but the play had gone on for long enough. It was time for the finale.

“Go on, Tay.” Lisa lowered herself, fit Taylor’s cock in between her legs in a repeat of before. Head in, Taylor tensing up, panting and with a blush. “The target is right here.” A rigged game, just like the first. “You can’t miss it.”

And she didn’t, literally couldn’t, when Lisa had stacked the deck so heavily in Taylor’s favor… The fact that the brunette hadn’t gotten that particular message was obvious from her reaction. Eyes lighting up, the grip on the blonde’s hands becoming something like iron as she forced herself up. As every inch sank into Lisa’s body, meeting her as she came down.

“And we have - a winner…just let me,” Lisa took in a deep, shuddering breath as her head bent forward, wiping the smug smile off of Taylor’s face, a return to the way things were before, with a grin of her very own as she moved her hair behind her ear, and began to squeeze. To milk Taylor with everything she had. “Get your prize for you.”

“... I think I love you.” Taylor whispered.

If Taylor’s grip on Lisa’s hands hadn’t been so tight, so omnipresent…the blonde would have put one to her chest as her heart skipped a beat. As her breath came short… But they were. So she didn’t. Instead, when her heart stopped—

“... I could get used to that.”

—she smiled, a flash of something real before the mask slipped back on. Strong. In control. The slightest bit of arrogance. Acting as if she was doing Taylor a favor just by being here, let alone having sex with her. Like the slow, easy circles she was doing, working over the cock she could feel beating under her navel, was an everyday thing.

The show must go on.

It started off gradually. Slowly, with hesitant movements that Lisa could play off as teasing until she began to bounce in earnest. To feel herself be spread and filled, her insides stretched tight until she got up again. Emptied herself in a way that left her aching, gasping. Yearning to feel that full again. The best, and worst, sort of gratification. Instant. Easy. Quickly done, and just as quickly finished in a way that only fed the appetite.

Another rush of liquid, musky and thick, washed down Lisa’s thighs in small spurts. Taylor’s. With each one coinciding with a tap of Taylor’s condom against her cervix. The only thing that kept Lisa up when she added her own flavor to the mix was Taylor. Her hands, warm and strong. As good as a wall when Lisa leaned forward and sped up, her friend whispering words of encouragement—Faster, harder, I’m close—and grunting with satisfaction as they continued to soak the already ruined mattress.

“I thought you were going to cum?” Lisa hung her head even lower and grit her teeth. Breathing ragged and resting while Taylor took up the slack. Panting and groaning as she fucked herself enthusiastically up into Lisa’s body, hard enough that Lisa could feel, and hear, Taylor’s balls smacking into her ass. Turning it red even as Taylor’s already obscenely large cock expanded inside of her. “Cum already…”

In response to that Taylor snarled, and Lisa found herself on her back again. Her short time in the spotlight over, ending with her pressed against the sheets again. With her hands trapped, her legs wrapped around Taylor’s back…with Taylor’s lips on hers, kissing her as if Taylor was suffocating and she was air.

It had been a good run. She’d do better next time… Those were her thoughts when Taylor finally let go. Hilting herself, filling Lisa with warmth and quickly growing latex. Every shot clear as day to Lisa, causing her to feel a sort of awe when she realized every fresh wave of semen was heralded by a bulge she could feel, running down Taylor’s urethra until it came out the end to bat against the end of her tunnel.

That awe started to take on a horrified tone when she realized that she could feel the condom beginning to stretch her out…with Taylor showing no signs of stopping. No signs of wanting to stop. She just kept going. Humping deeper into her, eyes half-lidded and dull even when the bubble in Lisa’s gut had become the size of a melon thirty seconds in. She didn’t even slow down when the condom popped, coating Lisa’s insides with Taylor’s seed after it proved incapable of holding her back.

By the time she did stop, finally satisfied as she rolled off of her barely conscious and twitching friend… Taylor had proved her claims about her fluids...mutagenic properties without a doubt. Lisa could barely even look over stomach before she put a hand on it and pressed down, obliterating any hope of her being able to save the carpet in a wave of near solid white.

“I—Wha—Not again!” Lisa allowed her head to fall to the side, to see Taylor with both her hands over her mouth. Clear-eyed, confused, and freaking the fuck out. “Are you okay!?”

Lisa closed her eyes. She had no response.

Chapter Text

You couldn’t really understand something until you’d experienced that something.

Was that vague? Very. Was it true? Of course. Did that explain anything at all? Once again, vague, so of course not. That was on purpose. Maybe. It was also a matter of - of Lisa just not having the words to work with; She wasn’t sure English could describe just what had happened to her last night. Neither could the all of four words in Quebecois French that she’d picked up off of Alec when he was busy playing, and losing, against ten-to-twelve year olds in online shooting games.

That happened a lot. For all the practice he put in, he wasn’t very good. Actually, he kind of sucked. For someone whose whole deal was controlling people’s nervous systems, his reflexes were shit.

… Anyway, all the words she knew were curse words, of course. And not even the right sort to even graze the idea of what had happened to her. Maybe if she’d known more than that, but that wasn’t the case… French was a rather nuanced language. Versatile. Maybe not versatile enough to describe the feeling of a womb full of what might as well have been a bucket of pearl-colored jam, but who knew? Not her. Again.

Her power hadn’t made a peep since she’d woke up, so no luck there. It was still around, she could feel it, it just didn’t want to answer her questions and… And if she didn’t know any better, she’d think it was scared... But she did know better. Powers didn’t have feelings. That was stupid.

All she knew was that she didn’t know anything she wanted to know, anything but the weird as hell non-sensation that was being five pounds heavier than she used to be.

None of this everything was helping with alleviating Lisa’s cheerfully apoplectic mood. Sure, that might have been an oxymoron, but she’d just recently gone through the experience that was having her back blown out; filled with so much Taylor-goo (that was a phrase she never thought she’d use) that she could barely see her own feet. It was only the hormone soup her brain was marinating in that kept her from doing something she’d regret.

Or that Taylor would regret. To-ma-to, to-mah-toe, hands wrapped around a neck-oh… If she could find it under the pile of blankets that Taylor was hiding under. Taylor had turned the TV on as soon as she’d found an opening, put the volume on high, and buried herself so deep that Lisa could only tell there was someone under at all due to the glint of her glasses.

Glasses that Taylor didn’t even need. They were just camouflage; Lisa had figured that out on her own, no powers required. If Taylor hadn’t been lying, which Lisa had to admit she might have been (Lisa had been forced to do some reassessing lately), something as small as nearsightedness wasn’t something that she could actually have.

It would have never happened in the first place. Her body, supposedly, didn’t even have the genetic markers responsible for something like that to happen naturally. Supposedly.

Once again, Lisa had to take everything Taylor said with a grain of salt. Lisa had thought they’d gotten past that a year or two ago, but here they were again, around the time that Taylor had told her she could crush cars with her mind; Lisa had already known, but it was touching that Taylor had come out to her about it… The glasses were real though. Very real and meant for people that couldn’t see past their own arms without squinting and in good weather.

Just looking through them, side-on, had been enough to make Lisa dizzy and, somehow, Taylor wore them perfectly well. Like they were actually meant for her. That implied things. Things like Taylor swapping out her eyes like Lisa swapped outfits. That was weird as hell.

Taylor had never told her about that.

Lisa wasn’t the smartest person around because of her powers. She was smart because she was smart. All her powers did was make it easy… Also, holy shit. As long as you ignored how utterly bugfuck Lustrum was and where her plans were going, it was honestly impressive how much second wave feminists with an axe to grind could get done when they put their mind to it.

If even a third of the things that Taylor had hinted at (and Lisa could remember) were true, they’d done something great.

If only they'd focused on the glass ceiling and the betterment of everyone instead of genocide. That was a bit of an oopsy there. Seriously stupid was what it was. Somehow, Lisa felt better now. Or, at least, her anger was more abstract now that it was directed at the people that had caused this whole mess in the first place, nearly twenty years ago.

Lisa had never met them, Lustrum and friends. She would never meet them, thanks to the Bird Cage being a thing that they were in. That made it hard to make her anger personal, but that was fine. She just needed a target to sink her ire into so that she could think clearly, much like she would a crumpled photo of her parents on a punching bag if she had either of those things.

When she’d left home, taking keepsakes of her family hadn’t exactly been at the forefront in terms of priorities. It had been the money she’d sucked out of her parent’s accounts and the duffle bag of clothes that mostly fit that she had on her shoulder. After that, it had been how quickly fifty-thousand dollars went down the drain and sliding wallets out of people’s pockets without them noticing.

She was glad to see the back of them. Seriously, they could get fucked.

When it came to the punching bag, Lisa just didn’t like exercise. That was it. That was the entire reason. No story there, other than that she preferred not eating like a pig as a way of keeping her weight down instead of sweating like said pig. If a salad without dressing every once in a while meant she wouldn’t have to bust her ass on a treadmill, call her a fucking rabbit.

This was relevant. She wasn’t just thinking random crap. That part of her life was how she’d wandered into this part, after all. It didn’t bear going into detail, she knew it all already, what with it being her life story, but it helped keep things in perspective as she shakily put together a pot of coffee; ignored the slow, sliding ooze that was the treacly trudging of yet another pocket of semen dotting the front of her second oldest pair of underwear.

The first was currently in the trash, sitting in a liter or so of Taylor juice. Same with her room’s garbage bin, on all points… Cleaning those two things up sounded like way too much work for her to handle right then. Or ever.

For some odd reason… For some crazy, unexplainable reason, Lisa hadn’t seen this coming at her when she’d stepped off that bus nearly three years ago. Getting fucked to near mind death by the almost suicidally depressed girl she’d befriended over half of a sandwich hadn’t been an actual consideration.

But here she was...and it was a lot more complicated than it sounded. When you were thirteen and out of cash, half a sandwich was the entire world. A place to have ‘sleepovers’ instead of hiding in a cardboard box somewhere (hotelrooms were expensive) had been pretty good too... Once she thought about it though, Taylor had been sort of quick to get attached, hadn’t she? Too quick maybe. After what had happened with her last friend, that whole betrayal, Taylor should have been a lot more skittish about making ties… Right?

Ignoring the several spoonfuls of rogue french vanilla grounds on her kitchenette, Lisa pressed the start button on her machine. Tried to. Once, barely succeeding on the second. Shaking hands made that hard. Forty different buttons made it worse.

Hindsight was a bitch.

She wasn’t talking about the coffee machine and how shit it was when she referred to hindsight. Even though the coffee machine was, in fact, pretty shit, she was talking about the… Christ, keeping her thoughts together was like herding cats in a hedge maze. Thinking about how things were before she’d gathered enough money to get an apartment instead of living out of Taylor’s basement in the winter wasn’t helping an already difficult situation.

It reminded her of just how much she owed Taylor though. Enough to give her the benefit of the doubt. Still with a hint of salt, yes, they’d established that, but the benefit of the doubt all the same.

Taylor owed her just as much back in Lisa’s estimation, but they could talk about that later.

They’d known each other for...three? Four years? Had it already been that long? … If Taylor had really wanted into her pants and been willing to do anything to make that happen, there had been better opportunities. Not many, but there had been.

… Her head hurt. Thinking about that made her head hurt. But at least she wasn’t at the edge of going rabid anymore. She was just really, really angry. That was better.

The ten minutes it took for the coffee to boil couldn’t end soon enough; that she didn’t burn herself pouring it out into the biggest thermos she had was a miracle. A splash of creamer, a dash of sugar. A tiny hint of cinnamon and one gigantic fucking mess on the floor later and Lisa dragged her sorry butt into the living room, where Taylor had built herself a makeshift fort out of every pillow in the house while the blonde had been gone.

Every pillow. Even the ones from her bedroom. The ones that had been hosed down after… Why hadn’t she tossed those away again? Laundry day was going to be every day, it looked like.

Lisa sucked in a breath. “Taylor.”

The blanket pile beneath the pillow fort, already still, somehow became more so. Not physically. It was more of an impression.

“Taylor. Don’t ignore me, Taylor. I know you can hear me.” Lisa nudged one of the supports of the surprisingly stable fort, pushing it in without moving anything else like she’d just pulled the first piece out of a Jenga tower. “I’m not mad.”

That was a lie.

“You’re lying,” Taylor grumbled.

“Okay, yeah, I’m lying. You got me. I forgot who I was talking to.” Lisa kicked the pillow out of its place and plopped down on it. “I’m livid.”

The blankets sagged.

“Not at you. Kind of. Sort of? This is hard, okay? Look at this from my end of things.” Lisa raised her coffee up to her face and wished she had the TV remote. Cartoons weren’t to her taste. “I know it was Lustrum’s fault for what happened, but it was your…” Lisa flicked her fingers. You could barely even tell she was still trembling. “I think I’m doing pretty good.”

Another lie. She was barely holding herself together. Admitting that to herself fucking sucked, but here she was.

“You aren’t screaming. Yet. And you haven’t tried to coax me out to toss that coffee in my face.” Taylor’s tone took a turn towards the wry. Still depressed, but less so. “I think I’ll stay where I am a little longer, but I’m happy for you.”

“It would stain the carpet,” Lisa replied, off-the-cuff.

“That sounds like you.”

Lisa’s lips turned up into a tight smile for the first time that day. A normal, not at all fuck drunk, smile. That another bubble slipped out to ruin her mood only made it fall a little. "I don't know who else I'd sound like."

"Your logic is impeccable." Taylor sighed as she, carefully, pulled the first few layers away from her head. Her joke about the coffee hadn't been much of one after all. "So."

"So."

No one said anything as the channels flipped. It was only when it stopped on some Aleph special with mutant turtles in it that they stopped procrastinating. And it was they.

Lisa, as ever, was the one to push.

"Where do we go from here? What are we?" Lisa fiddled with her thermos' top as she tucked her legs up, wishing that she'd thought to get a towel. "When the hell am I going to stop leaking all over the furniture?”

"... Give it a day? Maybe two?" Taylor began by addressing the last and easiest question, cheeks fire hydrant red. Coward. "Your body should have absorbed most of it by then."

"So I can't just squeeze down real hard until it comes out like a big wad of pancake batter then?" Lisa's smile grew crooked at Taylor's choking snort. "WebMD didn't have the answers for this one. I know, shocking. I had to ask before I went for the essential oils."

That was a joke. Lisa was eighteen, not eighty… Also, how was she handling this so well? How was she handling this at all? She’d just walked out of the kitchen, seething, and now she was having a conversation like she hadn’t been ready to choke a bitch.

Surreal as hell.

“Rachel would kick your ass.” The dark-haired girl’s thin lips twitched. “Put the lavender oils down before someone gets hurt.” Taylor’s dry laughter nearly instantly turned into a groan, her muscles tensing, back straightening and eyes gaining a predatory depth to them that had Lisa’s hair standing on end as her face grew warm. “Let me make it all better.”

Well. Lisa wasn’t handling it anymore. Back to type.

“... Not right now, thanks,” Lisa whispered as she, slowly, scooted away on her pillow. Sadly, her hopes that Taylor’s vision was based on movement proved to be wrong… Maybe. It might have been like the glasses thing, changing on the fly; Here was humanity’s great leap forward. God damn it, Lustrum. “Maybe later?”

Taylor stared at her. Metaphorically stripped her down to the bone to gaze into her very soul as she made an extremely awkward get away to the other end of the couch. It may not have been far enough to actually make a difference if Taylor had wanted to push the issue, but it was as far as Lisa got by the time Taylor’s eyes cleared up, going from black to her normal green. So, good enough.

Then, she dumped the blankets back on her head and they were both at square one. Not good enough.

Lisa had to ask. She had to. She didn’t want to, but she had to. If they didn’t talk now, when would they?

“You, uh… You alright there, Taylor? You okay?” Lisa began once more after another long period of silence, tongue running quickly along her very dry lips as she scooted back in like someone about to poke a very skittish animal for money. Slow. Reluctant. Resigned and resolved and ready to lose a hand for that sweet, sweet hazard pay. “You, uh - wanna talk about it?”

“No. Not really. To any of that. I’m not doing great.” Taylor’s sigh was so depressed, it made Lisa feel depressed. “Actually, I think this might be the most-” Taylor paused. Took a long, low breath through what sounded like her teeth. “I’m in stealth mode.”

“... Stealth mode. That’s what you’re in?” Lisa gave Taylor a long look of her own. A tired one, mostly. “I can see you.”

Taylor nodded. Or, at least, her head covering bobbed some. “There is no one that knows about me other than me. My cover has not been broken. No one suspects a thing.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, Lisa, come on,” Taylor said under her breath as she closed her eyes...and, suddenly, Lisa was angry again. For a second there, it had sounded like Taylor thought she was being slow. “I’m invisible. No one is looking for me. I am entirely unremarkable. That blonde over there is checking me out, but now isn’t the time. Now is the time for conversation between two normal individuals. Be the stone in the water. Go with the flow.”

Lisa, instead of saying something mean like she so dearly wanted to, sucked in her lips and narrowed her eyes.

Taylor went still again, that impression that she wasn’t there at all returning with a vengeance.

Now that Lisa had some time to think, she could admit that probably hadn’t been for her. Maybe just a little, so that Taylor could hint at what she was doing without actually saying it… And, if she understood what Taylor was doing correctly, her already low opinion of Lustrum had just fallen even lower.

How that was possible, Lisa didn’t know. But it happened, so it clearly was. Why that was, was simple.

Lustrum was a fucking idiot.

“Russian stealth,” Lisa said flatly. “Russian stealth and lines you could get out of a dime store self-help novel is the secret to being a healthy individual.” She took a breath. Taylor’s programming (holy fuck, that was something she’d just thought) could help her get a lady in five minutes or less, but it could be fooled by a pillow fort and some blankets. Great. “Okay. That isn’t the strangest thing I heard today. Or five hours ago. I’ll let that fly.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. And I don't think you're using 'Russian stealth' correctly.”

“Neither do I. I say things sometimes. You know me. That’s what I do. Say things. Also, maybe I wasn't using that phrase correctly. So what?” Lisa scooted herself to the halfway line. Not as close as before, but close enough that she didn’t have to raise her voice… Did she though? Did she have to raise her voice? If Taylor’s eyes were all that, which they were, what about her hearing? “I haven’t even had my coffee yet.”

“Then I’ll be staying here, where it's safe. Instead of out there, where there is coffee,” Taylor’s reply was lighthearted, as fake as a three-dollar bill and as see-through as an interview room with a casting couch in it… If Lisa had to describe it though, in the end, she’d call it heartbreaking; What even was today, really? “I like my skin where it is. Without second-degree burns.” She shifted. “I need my vitamins.”

“... That was a weird turn.” Lisa vaguely remembered something about Taylor needing medication, and could only assume that was what she had meant and… And she missed her powers. Thinking her way towards conclusions was tiring. “But if you think you need them…?”

“My prescription ran out.”

Lisa, reminded that she had coffee in her hand that she hadn’t been drinking, took a sip. Not enough creamer. “That’s not good.”

“No. Not really.”

Internalized seminal fluid would be a worthwhile substitute as a drink sweetener.

Lisa’s jaw quietly fell open, her eyes losing focus as she gave the nearest wall a thousand-yard stare.

Shake for ten seconds, then stir for thirty for best flavor.

Lisa didn’t miss her power anymore. In fact, she’d like it if it just went away. Forever. That would be nice. She didn’t know why she’d ever missed it… Her apartment wall was a very nice shade of cream, wasn’t it?

Original color is eggshell-white. Deep cleaning is recommended.

Lisa chugged her coffee down, burning her mouth while hoping to second trigger with the ability to turn liquids into everclear. Sadly, that didn’t happen. All she had at the end was a scalded...actually, it didn’t even hurt that much. What pain there was, was already fading.

First-degree heat resistance adaptation. Beginnings of minor regenerative ability. Increased calorie intake necessary for further advancement.

"I guess we're very good friends," Lisa answered her own, nearly forgotten, question about where they stood. It was better than reexamining her life for the third time in twelve hours. Make it another twelve though and they'd come back to it. "Very, very good friends."

The amusement in Taylor's voice was real. "You could say that."

"And we are going to keep being friends." Lisa forced herself to push on without laughing. She wasn't sure it wouldn't be hysterical. "Now put on a movie."

"I don't know what we're going to find at eleven in the morning, but I guess?"

"I shelled out for the premium package. I have a thousand channels. There better be something on or I'm going to need to talk to a manager and some customer service sap is going to have a bad day." Lisa upended her thermos over her mouth until it was empty. "Move over."

Taylor blinked at her.

"Clothes on. Hands off. We are going to watch a movie. We aren't going to think about what happened, because there is no point thinking about it."

"We are completely normal," Taylor agreed. "Doing completely normal things."

"Normal." Lisa threw her cup to the side and pulled herself over, pillow and all. This was probably the worst possible thing she could do. Possibly. But she went with what she knew. "Just gals being pals."

"You're pushing it."

"I'll push you off a cliff if you don't-" Lisa cut herself off just as she stuck her head in the fort. "... Give me a second." She backed out and stood up. Gingerly. More than conscious of the knowledge that she'd just lost an inch around her waistline as that inch slid down her thighs. "I need a towel."

Three is optimal.

Chapter Text

Sitting alone. In the dark. In her house. On the couch. While the TV was on with a foldout table in front of her; with her picking through the culinary mess on said table like a vulture before shoving it into her gaping face hole like she hadn’t eaten in days and she’d never eat again.

Chapter Text

A deep, rumbling chuckle rose up from Taylor’s throat as she gathered herself together from her undignified sprawl on the couch. Arms in, shoulders back, chest out… Her legs spread wide and her pulsing member casting a dark shadow over a suddenly very still Lisa’s face. “You could have just asked if you needed me. Honey. Sweetie. Love. ”

Lisa fell back on her butt, eyes wide and mouth opening even wider to let out a burbling, syrupy yell as Taylor took to her feet. It had been entirely reflexive. Embarrassing. It hadn’t helped her in the slightest. “L-love!?”

That hadn’t either.

“Lover then.” Taylor’s skirt fell around her ankles between blinks of the eye, a creamy rope of semen whipping around from off her bellend to splatter onto Lisa’s already muddied chest like a very specific type of necklace: pearl; Taylor’s laughter told the blonde that had been on purpose; that she’d just marked the blonde and knew that they knew it too. “Semantics isn’t the game I want to play.”

Lisa gulped heavily, her nostrils flaring greedily and without her input as Taylor loomed over her, vanta-black eyes reflecting her image perfectly… She looked like a mess. Like a rabbit, hypnotized; in the headlights as that black mirror drew closer and closer and that image grew larger and larger, clearer and clearer.

Her. Her.

Her lips were puffy. Bruised. Drying tear trails lined her cheeks in salt, still wet hair plastered to her face with water. Pre, cum layered the rest of her features like a mask, dribbling down her chin and from her maw in a murky stream; everything she’d been unable to swallow, regrets and all.

This was familiar. She knew this. Thoughts being shuffled. Muddled. Turned around in the empty spaces of her skull as she fell into a trap she couldn’t muster the energy required to escape as it was leached away by Taylor’s expert handling.

Dark eyes. Hers, looking back at her. Taylor’s. A pair of warm hands at either side of her face, lifting her up as a pair of even warmer lips pressed against her own and her head was filled with mist and cotton.

This...hadn’t been so bad, the last time. If she was honest with herself.

If. If. If, if, if .

Never .

Her own hands moved clumsily towards Taylor’s head, grasping the sides to pull them closer; Taylor rumbled once more in amusement; Lisa’s whole body felt like it was about to shake itself to pieces as she found herself held tight against the taller girl’s body, Taylor’s solid form leaving no room between them for anything thicker than a postcard.

Lisa’s next...plea? Cry? Demand for more? All of those three and more came out as meaningless noise, destroyed by Taylor’s tongue tangling with hers and the sharp bite of the dark-haired girl’s teeth on her lower lip that made Lisa’s heart skip a beat in her chest; the fall forward and onto the couch, her head on Taylor’s chest forced it up into her throat.

“Doesn’t this bring back memories? I think it does. You on top, me not… We had so much fun together,” Taylor quietly mused as she adjusted several strands of Lisa’s hair behind the stunned blonde’s ear in a tender motion that made Lisa’s eyes roll in their sockets and breathing quicken. “But we both know it isn’t going to turn out the same way as it did before, don’t we?”

Lisa didn’t know much of anything right then...but that sounded - fuck .

Taylor’s lips caught hers once more in a possessive kiss, her hand going lower to help pull Lisa up further on her body. High enough that Lisa couldn’t escape, as Lisa’s own hands moved to Taylor’s chest to roam over the surface of her sweater, Taylor’s grabbing of her butt doing nothing to steady her in any way that mattered.

It didn’t help when Taylor traced a languid line with her tongue from Lisa’s collarbone, to her cheek to just under her ear. Then again on the opposite side, uncaring of the off-white leftovers of Lisa’s meal that had yet to have been cleaned up; The act was enough to make Lisa pull back with a gasp.

Or try. It was always try with Taylor. Yet another swipe of the bespectacled girl’s tongue over her lips led to Taylor smacking hers.

“Sharing is caring.”

“Did you just-” Lisa’s head lolled back when Taylor gave her a soft, wet peck on the chin. “You - weren’t kidding about...liking your own flavor?”

That had been hers .

Taylor giggled and that was Lisa’s answer as she was turned onto her back by Taylor, moved onto the couch with her head resting on the arm of her sofa between blinks. Lisa tried to talk again but was silenced with another deep kiss, so deep that she felt Taylor’s tongue at the entrance to her throat. On the inside of her cheeks. Over every inch of her teeth, swiping them clean.

Then Taylor was up again, her lips separating from Lisa’s with a pop; taking the chance to do so while Lisa was struggling to breathe after it was stolen away through suction.

“I don’t blame you for wanting a drink. You want it. You need it. I know. I understand. Just relax. I’m going to give it to you. Let's stop beating around the bush,” Taylor softly spoke as she spun behind Lisa, hands on their shoulders and dick in their face. “Open wide, Lisa.”

Lisa’s jaw fell open on its own, without her thinking about it. With her welcoming it.  

Some small, very small, part of her was upset about this. That she had just - given up her mouth as yet another hole to fuck. To take pleasure in. To use... That Tayor was going to hollow her out and pump her stomach full with an unending stream of sticky white seed.

The larger part of Lisa remembered how she’d already done that before Taylor had had a chance to. She’d already forced Taylor to empty her fat nuts right into her gut, making her heavy and content… Her mouth was still wet. Her throat, ready to hold and squeeze around Taylor’s thick pipe to drink it dry.

It didn’t matter where it came from, or how she got it. Not really… Like Taylor had said… That thing about semantics. That wasn’t the game they were playing.

Taylor tapped her crown against Lisa’s readily extended tongue, a flick of it doing nothing to free up Lisa’s sight of that, the thick shaft or Taylor’s hefty balls. Taylor just continued to douse Lisa’s tastebuds with her musky flesh by continuing to use that moist, pink muscle to stroke herself off… It was a reminder of where they both stood and what this was about. Even Lisa, grasping at straws could figure that much out.

There was no game. The iron, double-handed grip on her throat said so.

Taylor's fingers pressed down hard, enough to make Lisa’s eyes bug out slightly when Taylor brutally rammed that foot-long monster of hers into Lisa's gaping mouth. Right in and down as easily as most people would breathe. Breathe, like Lisa was currently having problems with.

If she’d been wearing mascara, she had no doubt that it would have been running up her forehead and into her hair… Something a great deal thicker ran down with her tears, drool and cum as Taylor’s balls slapped into her face like a pair of warm, deliciously heavy wrecking balls.

She needed to go buy some now.

Lisa's feet went ramrod straight, her toes curling even as she clawed and slapped at the hands on her neck, grasping at them reflexively for a breath she didn’t even need anymore.. She could feel it. She could feel Taylor through her hands, bulging out her throat like a bad plastic condom that had yet to snap.

Made. Stress-tested. Designed exactly for something like this.

What else were the enhancements for if not for fucking? If not for Taylor to put her through her paces while never having to worry about pushing her over?

What else?

Lisa gargled and sputtered that question around the vein-riddled mass in her gullet like she was underwater, the thought that it would have never come out like it should have only barely crossed her mind after. She swallowed madly, her body not getting the memo that the blockage belonged where it was and Taylor let out a breathy moan; rubbed a thumb over Lisa’s jawline and buried the blonde’s nose in her sack.

And Lisa went to goo. All of her, then and there.

"You’re hungry, aren’t you? So, so hungry." Taylor cooed, "you’re getting close to getting the cure, Lisa." 

It was fucked up. So fucked up that Lisa had to keep on swallowing, starved for whatever Taylor could give her to cure the growing ache building up in her middle. The returning cry of a body starved and the burning, ravenous hunger that could have convinced her to set the world on fire if only to have it stop .

Lisa blindly let go on the next swing forward, Taylor planting herself hilt-deep in Lisa’s face at the same time as the blonde got herself a double handful of ass. Nails out in a very serious warning, fingers straining hard enough it hurt all the way up to Lisa’s forearms as she tested how many times she could swallow in a second while Taylor’s testicles sat prettily over her eyes.

Taylor growled, a defiant sound that led to her pulling back against everything Lisa could throw at her. The nails didn’t stop her for a moment, Lisa’s nails sliding over unnaturally tough skin as she fought to keep her handhold and Taylor threatened to pull her off the couch head first; the hands around Lisa’s neck stayed where they were, of course, bouncing rhythmically up and down with every contraction.

Lisa would have thought that was tempting.

Taylor, of course, proved her wrong.

“My terms.”

A moment of quiet was all the warning Lisa got before Taylor slammed herself forward, making Lisa’s eyes cross behind her eyelids as she squealed like an injured animal and Taylor’s gifts showed their worth; her nose was fine, her spine still in one piece as her back arched hard enough to make an audible crack and the couch’s springs ring in protest. 

Now, much like the wall in her bedroom, it was coated in girlcum and shame as Lisa slammed back down onto the cushions, the pressure that had built up in her vented all at once in a mind-crushing orgasm: one of a hundred on an already cracked psyche.

Taylor cooed, this time without words as she stroked her fingers through Lisa's hair in between strokes; A puddle of goo, that's all Lisa was. Gooey strength and gooey feelings, mixed with an increasing amount of Taylor goo... Would it be so bad? That thought kept coming up; Just lying here? There? Anywhere Taylor wanted her to be? No more work, no more paying bills. Just being stuffed full of love.

Forever.

The stinging slap on her face cut the line of thinking of her potential career change to 'living sex toy' short... She couldn't see Taylor's face. She didn’t need to. Even if the girls balls weren't in the way, her body language had shifted completely, muscle standing out stark under the skin in the little glimpses that Lisa caught between gummed together lashes.

"Not yet. You’re not going yet." Taylor said in a very quiet voice, the sort of quiet that silenced rooms and deafened listeners. The type of quiet to give Lisa whiplash while in the dark depths of helpless lust, bringing her to attention. “If I just wanted my dick sucked, I could have gone with any two-bit whore. I could have even made them pay me for the privilege.”

Taylor caressed Lisa’s stomach, the sheer affection in that one touch enough to make Lisa feel like she was burning up as her knees knocked together.

“If I break you, I break myself. I’m not much for restraint.” Taylor didn’t sound like she was happy about that. Not at all. The anger and impatience she felt about this was more than palpable, her pelvis vibrating against Lisa’s features with abandon. “This is torture, taking as much as I am... But we’re both going to have to live through it, won’t we?”

Taylor tweaked Lisa’s nipples casually. If the blonde hadn’t already been a slurring, trembling mess that would have done it as sparks popped behind her eyes and whatever passed for thoughts shorted out.

"I’m here for all of you." A heavy twitch from the penis in her mouth caused Lisa to sputter and gag, causing that coiling pressure in her stomach to build back up. “Not just your mouth . All of you. ”

The sheer want in Taylor’s voice was inhuman. Sheer, overwhelming heat and animal need that hit some very primal buttons. Lisa’s already overworked body reacted by going limp, her pussy somehow getting even wetter and pushing her couch over the edge to join her bed: unrecoverable.

“So adorable. So sweet. You think you’re losing your mind, don’t you? You have for a while.” The thudding clap of her hips slapping against Lisa’s face rang out in counterpoint, Lisa’s neck working overtime to wrap things up at the not-so-silent go ahead she’d been given to continue… With no hands on her, those being far too busy working away between Lisa’s legs instead. Taylor’s terms weren’t so difficult to live with after all. “You aren’t even close.”

Lisa felt that she might have been losing time. Like sand through her fingers pouring from a broken hourglass as she gulped down Taylor’s juices. The same juices that were slicking up the walls of her throat and coming out of her mouth in a thick foam that had, at long last, finally blinded her; Covered the top half of her head like a demented mask and filled her nose no matter how much she tried to clear them.

Catching a breath had never been so difficult.

“We love you too much to do that to you… Even if we’re a little rough with you sometimes.” Taylor’s conversational rambling sounded like it came from underwater; Lisa still heard her anyway...whether the spasm she’d just done was out of shock from what Taylor had just said or because Taylor had just pulled out all the way to her mouth, damn near dragging the blonde’s lips along with her only to leave her with the head sitting behind her teeth, who could say? “Have you ever tried to drink from a fire hose before?”

If Lisa’s eyes could have snapped open, they would have as the first hot, thick spurt shot directly into the back of her mouth; a straight shot that made her choke even as she fought to suck on Taylor like they were a straw, cheeks hollowing. Stomach gurgling as rivers of sludge joined the rest of the mess that had blinded her, her body in no way able to keep up with the output she was being given.

“You’re spilling it… Poor thing. But don’t worry. Like everything, practice makes perfect.” Taylor’s absent plucking of Lisa’s nipples barely rated as a distraction to her, no matter how many sparks it sent up and down her spine. “I believe in you.”

At least someone did.

Lisa didn't remember too much after that. Little more than her chugging down what might as well have been an especially thick milkshake, served at a buffet. Her hands left her puffy slit alone for this moment to start shoveling cream back into her mouth through the corners of her lips, a new flavor to an act that failed more often than not; Taylor didn’t leave enough room to try. 

She was too fucking big. Her cock had thickened with extra blood and made it almost impossible to put what Lisa dribbled where it belonged.

She could have wept.

Taylor may or may not have said something about it. Many things... She did pull out, eventually. Eventually.. What little processing power Lisa’s overheated brain could scrounge up was trying to process a full stomach. Fluttering thighs.

The ephemeral, muzzy thought that Taylor had said that she loved her. And...and she didn’t think that she meant that in ‘as a friend’.

She’d said it twice, after all.

Could she trust that though? Could she?

'… Did she want to?' Was the question of the day. A ray of light in the depths of her confused thoughts.

Lisa slid that one into the shelf with everything else.

That...was a lot for her to unpack in the afterglow...so, she didn’t. Not right now. She just let her head fall back into its natural position, looking forward with what was almost a groan if not for the ravaging her tonsils had just gotten. Instead, it was a low, weak sound. Scratchy. Like a kitten that hadn’t quite figured out how to meow as they tried to get all the milk off their face.

She felt as weak as one. That was for sure. The sudden feeling of weightlessness as she was flipped over on her front, her face getting buried into one of her couch pillows, another write off, didn’t merit much response by dint of her being unable to move without any real force behind it. With talking gone as an option, Lisa resigned herself for whatever came next.

The warm, wet length hitting her back like a hammer was par for the course. As was it sliding down, gracing the top part of the crack of her ass before she found her hips forcibly brought up, her knees and another pillow tucked underneath her for height while Taylor clambered on top; the pressure on her bloated stomach was uncomfortable, but not so much that she even considered trying to change it.

Taylor had all the energy Lisa didn’t. The willingness to move and act. Lisa was right at the edge of sleeping off several types of comas all at once. That she hadn’t fallen unconscious after her face had been used as a masturbation toy was amazing. Amazing and planned to the second, most likely.

Whatever Taylor’s programming was, it was punctual. It was that… Lisa was finding it increasingly difficult to believe that this hadn’t been done purposefully. It would have been easy for Taylor to do. It had been this whole time, after all.

That was nothing...and was Taylor bigger than she had been, or was that just the endorphins talking? Fizzing and bubbling over her neural pathways as they did, etching moments into her memories that would last forever and ever, but still not nearly as long as the moment when Taylor split her pussy wide with her member, greased and slick for an instant blasting; It felt like her womb was pushed up into her neck at the first thrust, Taylor’s dick returning to the empty space she’d left behind through a proxy.

That it didn’t hurt wasn’t even the most surprising thing about it. That it made Lisa howl like the animal she could have been, her voice not as damaged as she’d thought, was.

It felt good .

Taylor continued to take advantage of Lisa’s newfound durability shamelessly. With zero remorse, as she always. Taylor’s weight, her elbows just in front of Lisa’s shoulders all that kept the blonde from sliding forward at every impact; the thunderous pounding she was getting was enough to make the couch shift for her with every body-rocking, flesh-rippling clap of Taylor’s pelvis colliding with her ass.

Taylor was the freight-train and she was the tunnel. That was as good a comparison as any for Taylor’s new attempt at breeding her best friend through the furniture and the floor below. At filling her belly with cum, just like Taylor had promised she would when Lisa had lost whatever control she’d had.

Had. She. What a joke that was.

Lisa clawed blindly at the arm of the couch in front of her, the exact same one that Taylor had laid her out on to destroy her throat in a weak attempt at self determination. Maybe even the chance to wipe the muck away so that she could see something other than the back of her own eyelids or the back of her skull in equal turns; it was, as ever, useless; the walls twisting and squeezing down around the cock of her best friend wouldn’t let her do it.

Taylor did her best to keep Lisa down flat with her on top, even as her hips sent the pillar of meat that was her dick back up into the blonde, every ridge and bump and crawling vein clearly felt without even the minute protection of a condom.

Or protection at all. Just the pill. Not anything that mattered.

A small, very distant part of her mind railed against that, ringing with a chord of panic. The hormone-infused mess that was her ego told that small part to shut up and just enjoy the fast, methodical reshaping of her body.

A mewl hissed through clenched teeth, groans and gasps echoing while Taylor did her best to make Lisa’s brain dribble out through her ears, still pawing at the armrest while Taylor’s breasts ground into her back.

“I could do this - for the rest of my life,” grunted Taylor, perfectly at home. She’d set up a steady, hammering rhythm, cockhead making itself perfectly at home at the entrance to Lisa’s womb, the stimulation leaving Lisa’s mind a near opaque mess while her body had no idea what it was doing. “Just us.”  

Lisa’s walls clamped down hard after a particularly hard thrust, legs going ramrod straight and teeth gnashing while she rode a wave of ecstasy that threatened to break her.

“I figured we had a few more days. That you could hold on while you found a solution for the hunger. You’re resourceful. You’re smart... Then again, when you can't use your tongue like you usually do, I suppose it isn’t as easy as it used to be.”

“F-fuck you,” Lisa spat through a mouthful of foam.

That had been reflex. Entirely. And worth it.

“Still Lisa. Still you. You see? This isn’t so bad after all, is it, spending an hour or two with me?” Taylor rolled her hips, doing her best to stir Lisa’s insides in a tested and well-loved motion that had the blonde flailing.  “And I like how you used your tongue this time. You liked it too, didn’t you? Did it give you ideas?”

Plenty. Too many.

“I talked to Dad,” she continued on a sharp tangent, heedless of Lisa’s declining mental faculties.  She was certainly aware ‘Lisa’ was more a ‘thing’ than she was a ‘person’ at the moment, but what she’d said had got through. “And you could move out of here if you wanted. You could move back with me. Or I could do that instead. Move in with you.”

Lisa came what felt like a waterfall at that, the very idea one that she’d never even seriously considered...but her body liked it plenty.

“We could be here until tomorrow. Breaking in every surface in this place so you can never go without a reminder of me.” She punctuated that statement with a wide circle of her waist, a move that brought some form of functionality back into Lisa’s broken psyche if only thanks to the pure, pleasure panic that move had filled her nerves with. “Or we could do it in my room instead.” Taylor nipped her ear. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to take you when we lived together.”

“Oh, God ,” Lisa sobbed, her voice back and used in the only way it could have been. “Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck. Fuck!”

There was no room in there for answers. She had none to give anyway.

It came out to about the same.

“That’s the idea, Lisa.” Taylor buried her face in the blonde’s hair. “I wanted to fuck you so much and I-” Taylor shuddered and Lisa felt it all the way in her core, through the rapidly inflating rod inside of her as it readied itself for the third load of the day. “We’re not going to give you up anymore. We’re not going to let you go.”

Lisa cried, a soundless wail passing from between her ropes and streams of Taylor’s jizz filled her, comfortably adding to the padding in her stomach as the pressure forced her womb open again; liquid warmth filled her. Grew. Spread to the top of her head and the bottom of her feet while Taylor laid on top of her, more than content to just hold her, slowly filling her up with twitches and throbs as the minutes passed.

Taylor sighed, breaking the silence with a sleepy murmur as darkness took Lisa. “Nice and round…”

Chapter Text

Lisa, at her kitchen table and scowling, glared at her phone. Stared. Eyed it with visible hostility as well.

She didn’t break eye contact. She didn’t blink. She hardly even breathed.

She’d stopped needing to do stuff like that hours ago. At least, not as much as before. And, if she took the time to think about it, it was actually pretty neat; Her eyes tightened a little bit more, and her nose crinkled a little bit morer... It had been a couple of hours and the damned thing hadn’t burst into flames. Yet.

That was the operative word. Yet.

Lisa’s power had strongly suggested that her suddenly possessing laser eyes because of her wishing with all her heart for them was very unlikely, but what the fuck did it know?

… Nothing? No snarky response? No semi-mumbled and unhelpful (which was a weird fucking feeling when it was in your head) anecdotes while stepping around the monster-dicked elephant in the room?

No?

She guessed not.

“Fuck you then. Keep quiet. I don’t give a shit. I’ll have laser eyes one day.” Lisa scooted her chair away from the table and snatched up her phone with a huff. “Just you fucking wait.”

And she meant it too. Every fucking word.

After what had happened yesterday, with every part of her from her skin to her brain being infused with - with girlsplooge - laser eyes was the least she deserved after everything… Lisa had just about burnt through her discretionary funds, the ones she’d put away for a new laptop, on local food places.

That was bad.

And then, when that hadn’t worked out, she’d attempted to fill the yawning pit where her stomach and soul used to be by sucking a massive dick hard enough to get a medicine ball through a silly straw.

… There was a reason why she wanted laser eyes, and it wasn’t because the microwave took too long when boiling water… Taylor would regenerate. Or something. She’d be fine. Hell, she might even appreciate being slightly less vulnerable to lasers.

Lisa knew that if she’d been in danger of getting lasered, she would.

…  Not. She would not. Fuck no. That sounded like it would hurt like a motherfucker; Lisa had gotten razor burn on her legs once and that was enough for her, fuck you very much.

Lisa flounced her way towards her couch, falling on the dry and not industrially cleaned with bleach side with remote in hand and full aplomb. Aloofness. Grace and majesty. Not at all like a blonde land whale or an erstwhile semen dump.

Her faux-smile became a touch more brittle, the creaking of plastic sounding out from her grip around the remote even as she changed the channel… Two-hundred times or so, give or take; the curse of having paid for every possible package because she could and not because she needed it.

Lisa was feeling touchy today. And by the time she pinned down…a movie? A series? Some senseless noise that kept her apartment from feeling like it had had a tornado run through it and she’d been left to pick up the pieces, she was feeling frustrated.

“Who just leaves their best friend popping cum bubbles in their sleep?” She asked herself aloud as she discarded the remote to, once more, reach for her phone… She felt ridiculous for putting what she’d woken up to, to words, but it was how it was. “I’m all out of towels now, damn it.”

Literally. All out of towels. She’d already been running low after the first time. Now, after Taylor had taken the time to clean her up while she was out (that was nice of her), she was going to need some more. All of the towels.

And had Lisa already said that her discretionary funds were gone? Because they were.

Lisa stared at the ceiling for a long while, the empty-headed pattering of last year’s big hit show ( will fail due to rampant tax fraud before October ) only reminding her that she had nothing to actually occupy her. Her thoughts or her hands or - whatever else could be occupied.

She rubbed her thighs together, still staring at nothing in particular as she, after pulling it out of her sweatpants pocket, dropped her phone on her chest.

There hadn’t been a lot to do lately. Not that Lisa actually minded or anything, but there hadn’t been a lot to do lately. Jobs on the ground floor were thin and she didn’t consider credit card theft, bank fraud, and some light tax evasion to be hard enough to count as a hobby. More of a sidegig with an order of thumbing her nose at the IRS.

They just weren’t the financial monsters that they’d used to be and bullying them was kind of sad. It was a brave new world and all. One that they hadn’t caught up to yet, for some odd reason. But not sad enough that she wouldn’t do it anyway.

That pocket money had to come from somewhere, right? Right.

She was already laundering the results of the last raid when she thought about it though… Not that it mattered to her right now, what with how long that was going to take until they lost their metaphorical ‘stench’.

And her fridge was empty.

So was her pantry.

The tip of Lisa’s fingers began to rap a drum line on the back of her phone. Green painted nails on bronzeish and slightly scuffed plastic chassis.

That was a problem.

She tapped harder.

Lisa wasn’t feeling hungry right now. She didn’t think that she’d be feeling hungry for another day or two, honestly. Not with Taylor’s spunk still sloshing around in her gut… When she thought about it, after what Taylor had told her, that was probably the point? 

She was still evolving. She was still changing. But she wasn’t starving while doing it… That was a hell of a leash to slip on someone.

Hadn’t Lustrum been a feminist? A radical, militant feminist? A radical, militant feminist that castrated men and firebombed bra sections at lingerie stores? Where did ‘virtual enslavement to thick cock and thicker cum’ and crazy superscience eugenics come into that philosophy?

This wasn’t the first time this had crossed her mind, of course not, she wasn’t stupid and she was pretty sure she’d spent more than a little time on this already, but holy fuck. Rolling that over in her head, again , still didn’t make it any less crazy.

Neither did it refill her cupboards.

… She was going to get hungry again eventually and ignoring the problem wasn’t going to make it away.

Damn it.

“I swear, if you weren’t my best friend…” Lisa flipped her phone and, with it still on her stomach, tapped out a number with a low growl at the back of her throat. Then, she blinked. "Oh, god, she's my best friend."

And other things too that made ditching that leash harder than it already was, but she wasn’t making a list right now. Preferably never as her phone stopped ringing with a click and the rattle of someone nearly dropping their home phone back into the cradle by accident when it was fumbled… The next thirty artificial stages in human evolution in action, people. Amazing. “Hello?”

Lisa didn’t beat around the bush. “I don’t have any food.”

“W-what?” Taylor audibly shuffled her hair out of the way to get the phone closer to her ear. “Lisa? What?”

Lisa forced herself to sit up and swing her feet out onto the floor. “I. Don’t. Have. Any. Food.” She stood, not bothering to try and keep it quiet for the person below her: a low level 88 pusher that she’d been slowly driving insane with an unending litany of inconveniences since he’d moved in. Because fuck him, that’s why. “What are you going to do about this?”

“Uh…” Taylor adjusted the phone again, a great idea on the tip of her tongue. “I’ve got a thermos…?”

… Never mind.

But that was an idea alright.

Lisa closed her eyes. “Something that doesn’t involve me chugging down a gallon of better tasting elmer’s glue, Taylor.”

“It’s more of a liter? And - better tasting? Elmer’s glue?” Taylor mumbled awkwardly as she dropped something ( a thermos ) onto the nearest flat surface with a clatter. “I don’t taste that bad, right?”

Was Lisa going to have to watch everything she said now? Was she really going to have to do that?

“No, Taylor. You don’t taste bad. You taste fine.” Lisa, eyes still closed, rolled them. She might as well start doing it now. Get into the habit… She’d never thought that she’d have to do this, reassuring anyone about how there was nothing wrong with their dick (it tasted awesome, if she was honest with herself), but here she was. “Stop fishing for compliments.”

Taylor mumbled nothing legible.

Lisa, taking that for the acquiescence it was and ignoring the rumbling of her stomach at the thought of a thermos full of Taylor, continued. “I’m out of money, Taylor. For anything. And I won’t be getting any for the next two days.” Or ten minutes if she poked at an ATM, but fuck that. This wasn’t her problem to fix. “Do you see what’s wrong?”

“Do you - want me to buy you food?” Taylor’s words seemed to drag on forever. “Or do you need money? So you can buy it yourself?”

“Whichever, Taylor. As long as I’ve got a full fridge, I’m happy. I’ll wipe your slate clean.” Lisa rolled over on her side, her stomach sloshing; There was an explosion on the TV, not at all fitting with the mood. “Surprise me.”

 Taylor took a second to think. A long, entirely sincere second. “I’ve only got one thermos.”

Lisa should have been more clear.

“I’m hanging up now.” Lisa’s reply was even slower than Taylor’s had been. “I’ll leave you to getting me something to eat that isn’t almost solid, refrigerated jizz. Or almost solid, still warm jizz. Or the box of baking soda this place came with. If that’s alright?” Lisa nodded to herself, the corners of her lips curling into an unwanted smile. It was just so absurd . “Tell Danny I said hi.”

“... ’Kay.”

Lisa, doing exactly what she said she was going to do, hung up. Because breaking little promises lead to breaking big promises. And breaking big promises made it hard for people to believe you when you gave them threats and ultimatums.

It was a bad habit, is what she was saying…and, now, to wait.

Lisa found herself staring at the ceiling again in short order. Painfully cognizant of the fact that her uterus was dutifully working to absorb whatever she hadn’t been able to expel, whatever that might mean.

Lisa sighed and picked up her phone again, this time to look through her expenses and just how deep in the hole she was.

Deep enough. But she had to know.

Going only part of the way through the list had her putting the phone down to stare at white stucco once more, filled with regret.

“Being able to eat my feelings away would be really nice right now.”

==========

Taylor had problems.

Hell, she was her problems. Always had been. Always would be.

Currently was as she counted in her head once more, the number she came to not even slightly different from the last time she’d counted. And not even slightly what she wanted it to be.

Taylor poked through the crumpled bills in her hand. The two dimes, three nickels, a single penny. Twelve bucks and change, with some sticky and crusty bits on the coins to give it character. All she had in the world that wasn’t in the living room seat cushions.

Or the behind of the TV, which hadn’t been looked at since before she was in diapers. Maybe even further, this being the only house she’d ever known. And the only TV she’d ever known, a dinosaur that had only just dodged the age of colorless movies.

… It wasn’t worth checking. It wouldn’t change anything.

Taylor poked at her money again.

It wouldn’t change that Taylor wasn’t great at money. She just wasn’t . At gathering it or at holding onto it. Or doing much with it besides buying things. Like everyone else, but worse… It was embarrassing. But there was a reason for it.

She could eat rocks if she was hungry and drink bleach if she was thirsty. How she’d found out either of those things weren’t something she wanted to think about, because finding out that she could do those things had been as fun as it sounded. Not at all, that is. Mostly painful. And not as delicious as three-to-seven Taylor had thought it would be.

Taylor was also not great at risk assessment. Which also tied into the money thing.

She didn’t need to buy food. Or water. Or anything that normal people needed to live or be comfortable. That didn’t exactly incentivize her to be smart about what she had or how she got it. Who needed survival instincts when you could survive just about anything with enough time to adapt?

Not her. If that wasn’t obvious.

But she had basic social instincts at the very least, when she wasn’t hunting anyway… Ugh. Hunting. Acting like a freak. Sure… Whatever. The possiblity of her getting her cock wet always changed things. 

She counted again.

That wasn’t going to help her right now though. Offering Lisa a bowl of gravel would just result in the blonde trying to castrate her. She’d fail , yes, but she’d try. And while Taylor’s sense of self-preservation wasn’t the greatest, CBT wasn’t something she was interested in.

She counted agai- 

Taylor angrily shoved the money into a pocket, pouting as she broke the cycle. Nothing was going to change unless she made it change. And Taylor didn’t have a lot of options when it came to bringing about that change.

‘ I could take it. ‘

“I could take it,” Taylor repeated herself thoughtfully, her hand coming up to her chin as she picked her thermos up from its place next to the phone with the other. “Getting a summer job would take too long. And it's still winter. No one needs their lawns cut.”

‘ And dad doesn’t have the money to spare.’

“Getting the money from somewhere we don’t mind taking it from is better,” Taylor quietly agreed with herself… Which was weird. She knew that. But it was what she’d always known, even if she hated it at times; Alone, like this and without a breedable woman nearby, she could converse. Out loud even.

She was sure that was weird too, but it helped her think.

“But where?”

‘ Beat up drug dealers, of course. ’

“... Drug dealers?” Taylor hummed and frowned. She had questions. “Do they really make enough money for that?”

‘ You won’t know until you find out. ’

Taylor tilted her head. Then nodded. “Good point.” She cleared her throat. “DAD!”

“Taylor?” Her dad’s voice rose up from the basement with a tinny echo. That and with the hiss of an arc welder. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“I’m going out!”

 “Out?” There was another hiss. “Where?”

“Dunno yet!” Where did drug dealers hang out? Did they keep the money on them? Did they put it somewhere? She’d never paid attention to that before. “And Lisa told me to tell you she said ‘hi’!”

Taylor turned to leave, deciding that she might just go to the alleyways around Winslow as a start.

The Merchant kids had to get their hits from somewhere, right?

“Lisa? She’s alright with everything then?” There was a measure of relief in his tone. That, and honest affection that made Taylor stop midstride. “Did what your old man said, huh? Talked to her straight?”

Taylor blanched.

‘ I curve to the right, dad. ’

“Yeah!” Taylor didn’t choke on her lie somehow. “Worked like a charm!”

There was another, extended hiss from downstairs while Taylor waited. "You put her in a coma again, didn't you?"

' He knows me so well. '

Taylor groaned. “I’m going out!”

“That’s not a no!”

‘ It wasn’t a no. ’

Taylor was through the front door and halfway down the street, nearly at the bus stop, before she could think about it. And before her dad could tease her more.

He could be so embarrassing.

‘ But at least I’ve got enough money for the bus. ’

Oh. That was true. There was that. “That would have been even more embarrassing.”

‘ It’s only a dollar. ’

And that was why it would be embarrassing. Who didn’t have a dollar on demand if they needed to use the bus?

… Her, actually. Sometimes. Which was why she knew it was embarrassing… She didn’t mind walking, really, which probably factored into her oftimes socially embarrassing personal choices.

That and how, if she really wanted to and didn’t mind possibly getting eyes on her, she could fly instead.

Gravity was so versatile it was ridiculous.

‘ I should do that more. It’s fun. And useful. ’

Taylor, quietly, agreed. But eyes. She preferred it when people didn’t think about her, thank you very much. And not just because of her programming.

‘ I’m very awkward and shy .’

Those were the only reasons she needed to avoid people as much as possible. That she had needs-

‘ Entirely natural needs. And it isn’t like anyone complains when I’m done with them. ’

Taylor scowled as turned the corner and began to trundle its way down the cracked and somewhat potholed road. “I complain!”

‘ Lisa doesn’t. ’

“She complained ten minutes ago.”

‘ About not having any food. ’

“Because of me.”

‘ We should fill up the thermos. Right now. She’ll be so surprised. ’

Taylor balked. “With the bus right there? Hell no. And she already said she didn’t want any.”

‘ ... I heard the words that just came out of my mouth, and understood them, but the combination they make, makes no sense. ’

Like she’d thought earlier. Sometimes, she hated this duality she had going on. And this was one of those sometimes; Taylor wasn’t perfect, she could be awkward, but her programming just didn’t care .

 ‘ Everyone loves confidence. ’

And Taylor would love it if she shut up.

The bus ride, what there was of it, with her sitting on the least crusty and/or sticky seat she could find, was mercifully quiet. Another twenty minutes of sitting. And waiting. And even more quietly adapting to the trillions of germs she was sitting on. Which sounded more impressive than it really was, what with the average person not dying because of a dirty bus seat.

But it did sound very impressive.

Taylor, waiting until she saw more graffiti and boarded up windows than the average, pulled the stop cord… It wasn’t Winslow, but it looked close enough? She guessed?

She may have been a lower middle-class teenager, but popular tv had been very convincing when it came to telling her that places like this were lousy with drug dealers and criminals.

‘ Walking money. ’

The sad shake of the head from the bus driver as she got off told her that she was on the right track. That or she was on the wrong track and should have brushed her hair before leaving. One or the other, she was taking her life in her own hands here.

‘ I’m being silly. ’

“Yeah, I am.” She did her own head shaking, a small smile on her face due to her own whimsy as she walked into the nearest dark corner and her powers began their work; A nearby piece of scrap came to her hand, warping and flexing. Glowing white-hot in some places and shearing in others. “But there’s nothing wrong with that, right?”

‘ Of course not. ’

“Nothing wrong at all.” Taylor shook her project out until the air stopped sizzling; A plain, near featureless metal mask that stuck to her face like glue when she put it on, any residual heat barely bothering her at all as it made waves in the air. “So, drug dealers? Money?”

That's what she was were here for, after all.

‘ Put up your hoody and wait for someone to approach you? Then mug them? ’

The mask would scare them away. Right. Cape signaling made stuff like this hard… Most sane people wouldn’t want to tangle with a Cape. And mugging? That was sort of harsh. And implied that she’d be cruel about it.

And she wouldn’t be that.

Taylor stumbled her way through…she didn’t really know how to describe it, but the locale wasn’t great. Suspicious puddles everywhere. Piles of trash bags, some burst and some not. What she was pretty sure were bloodstains on some shredded old clothes that told a story she didn’t think she’d like to hear.

It wasn’t great.

And she had it pretty easy, huh?

“Ayy, you.”

Taylor jolted. Thankfully, life not being like the movies, she didn’t fall down. Or scream. She just looked around and pinpointed the source of the speech instantly.

That being a mouthful of yellowed and blackened teeth, she forced herself to zoom out to the bigger picture instead.

‘ Better. ‘

“Yeah, you. I’m talking to you. You see anyone else around here?” The man of indeterminate age, color, general ethnicity or otherwise under his layer of grime and thick clothing rasped from against the wall that he’d blended into; his eyes were unfocused enough that Taylor didn’t wonder why he missed her mask. “You looking for a hit?” He nodded, slowly. “Yeah, you’re looking for a hit, ain’t ya? You’re a tweaker, ain’t ya?”

Taylor knew she should have worked on her fidgeting problem. “Yeeesss?”

“Then do I have the shit for you. This is good shit.” He patted around in his clothing, shaking out several gas station receipts and half of a corn dog. “Fucking - give me a second. I use this shit all the time, gives you that all-week energy, none of the twelve-hour shit.”

‘ Take the money. ’

While he continued to ramble, not really getting to a point that Taylor could see as he dug around in his coat, Taylor did some searching of her own. Physically, her nose flaring to pinpoint the very specific ink and cotton blend that made up an american dollar. Mentally, her powers slipping  a decently sized stack of fives and tens free and out of his line of sight.

And not into her hoody. God, no. Laundry day had just come and gone. But it was close. Close enough.

‘ My people need me.’

Taylor, still feeling silly, clicked the heels of her sneakers against each other. Thrice.

The dealer, disturbed, looked up… And, at this point, Taylor was starting to suspect the meth didn’t exist, honestly. “What the fuck are you doing?” He narrowed his eyes at her, the both of them finally focusing. “And what the fuck is wrong with your face?”

Taylor began to float.

The dealer continued to gawp.

Taylor began to float even higher.

“Hey! Hey! Where the fuck are you going!? You can’t just fucking leave, Dorothy-ass bitch!” The dealer shuffled over to her with a startling amount of speed and jumped, his fingers just missing her shoes. “Asshole! Buy my shit!”

“... No?”

He jumped harder in response.

‘ And I thought I was awkward. ’

And, with that, Taylor was gone to get that food.

“Awkward.”