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'That's her?'

"Yup," Miles agreed as Widow slipped in through a teen girl's bedroom window.

'She looks like a scarecrow. Don't they feed this girl?'

Miles chuckled in the privacy of their hivemind. "She's a girl, a teenager, and bullied. What do you think she eats?"

Missy seemed to consider that for a moment. 'Despair and self-loathing. And she washes them down with her own tears.'

"Most likely."

Sighing quietly, Widow reached out a hand and brushed the girl's curly hair back away from her face. 'She's not bad looking. Probably turn out hotter in a few years. Not like ten out of ten, but decent.'

Miles made a noncommittal sound as their tendrils reached out and touched the girl, sinking through her flesh and into her brain. His shards processed the data from her memories while he went over her brain and biology with a fine-toothed tentacle, using both his own powers and Amy's shard. MJ's shard had double duty, processing both biology and sifting through the girl's memories for anything amiss and building up a personality model of one Taylor Hebert, pre-Skitter.

Within a few minutes, they had their answer.

Taylor was a perfectly normal fifteen year old girl, biologically speaking, according to his and Amy's power. Well, as normal as a girl with borderline clinical depression could be, according to MJ's power—along with a laundry list of exactly why that was that had Miles nodding along, for the most part, given what he remembered from canon. Missy, on the other hand…

'This is some bullshit!' Missy mentally yelled, incredulous. 'The world's most powerful master, the girl you've alluded to being the most badass, hardcore, ruthless, and scary bitch in this crapsack shithole… is a fucking cinnamon roll!'

"Yeah… She really is. I think a lot of the bullshit from canon was probably power-related mind-fucking, or just plain being misunderstood."

'Forget giving her a gun, I want to give her a hug,' Missy sighed as they pulled their tendrils away and left the room, leaving no trace of their presence behind. 'Do we really have to let this play out? I'm going to feel like shit for years if we just let it go.'

"We really should. But… I think we can figure something out."

Taylor dragged her feet as she left her house, careful of the rotten step, and started her trek towards the bus stop for another day in hell school. The first day back, since school let out for Christmas.

The Trio are going to do something today. I just know it.

It was pretty much a guarantee. Forced to take a hiatus during the Christmas/New Year break, they would have to do something to make up for missed time. And because the break had been so long, and there had been two holidays in it that they couldn't ruin for her (beyond living in her head rent free, she was forced to admit), they'd want to do something big.

Taylor looked up from where she was studying the sidewalk passing by beneath her feet at the sound of footsteps approaching from behind at a jogging pace. Not really wanting to deal with people and having found that generally, being polite in public meant being dismissed, she moved to the inside of the concrete path to let the other person pass.

The footsteps slowed to a walking pace right beside her. "Good morning," a feminine voice called from her right.

And now that she was no longer being overlooked, had in fact been acknowledged, she had to at least return the greeting in order to not stand out and be able to go back to minding her own business and being left alone. "Morning," the reply came out quiet, mumbled. She felt kind of stupid for not speaking up, but on the other hand kind of hoped the other person would get the message.

Looking up, she found a blonde girl about her age walking beside her. The other girl was short, but very fit, given the way her exercise outfit clung to her every curve. Her long, beautifully straight hair that, even a bit messy from her jog and damp with sweat looked appealing, left Taylor a bit self conscious of her own naturally curly hair. Bright blue eyes set in a heart shaped face looked back at her, open and inviting. Small lips were pulled up in a friendly smile.

Steam practically rolled off the smaller girl given the temperature and Taylor wondered how she could stand being dressed like that in the dead of winter. I suppose if I had a body like that, I'd want to show it off too.

Something about the situation seemed a bit off to Taylor, though.

Firstly, this was definitely one of the Popular Girls, capital letters. Not just a Popular Girl, but a Hot Girl. The kind with natural good looks and who knew it. Exactly the sort that Emma was and hung out with. Actually, she'd probably give Emma a run for her money, despite Emma having larger boobs. If her personality was at all decent, the blonde would win, hands down.

Taylor, being the very epitome of a social pariah and, in her own opinion, not attractive at all, was automatically suspicious when someone outside of her own social status approached her with friendly smiles. If there was one thing she could thank Emma for, it was brutally murdering her social naivety when it came to that sort of thing.

Secondly, it was a school day. Almost time to be in school, in fact. And here this girl was, pouring sweat and wearing exercise clothes. She was also a face Taylor didn't recognize in her neighborhood, even if… she did seem somehow familiar. Like she'd seen this girl's face before. Not a Winslow student, no, she would know if she were. She would probably be one of Taylor's bullies, realistically. Or on Emma's shit list.

"You're a pretty quiet person, huh? Introverted. Thoughtful. That's fine," the girl smiled, pointing out Taylor's social faux pas, but apparently not bothered by it. "I'm Gwen. My family just moved in up the street a bit," she nodded ahead of them vaguely.

"No one moves to Brockton Bay, only out of it."

Gwen laughed. "Never said we moved to the Bay. I'm a native."

"You don't have the accent," Taylor pointed out Gwen's very neutral accent.

The blonde chuckled quietly. "I blame mom. She's… Very well traveled. And hates the typical northern accent so much she worked to get rid of it and make sure I didn't pick it up." There was a very obvious shift in her voice as she said, "I can still do it. I just don't like it."

Gwen pulled a face, like she had a bad taste in her mouth. "Ugh. Hate doing that. It's like trying to talk while gargling a bowl of chowder. Nasty."

"So you just moved across town?" Taylor asked, not really interested, but… Gwen seemed nice and hadn't really done anything to upset her. Yet. She gave it until the blonde met other people, who actually knew Taylor.

"Mm, basically. Mom remarried. Stepdad wanted a change of scenery and mom agreed. So here we are. What school do you go to? I used to go to Arcadia, but Miles, I mean dad is homeschooling me and my stepsister. Oh, you'll probably see her around too. Redhead, big," she held a hand out in front of her own small but perky breasts, but given her smile and joking tone, Taylor didn't think she was all that jealous.

"She's nice, just… Hm. If you come across her, know that she has a medical condition. Her memory of everything before a couple of months ago is shot due to some…stuff that happened, so don't take offense if she says or does something… Weird. She doesn't know any better."

Taylor nodded minutely. That explained why she wasn't dressed for school, then. Must be nice, Taylor thought forlornly. The bus stop loomed ahead and Taylor was brought back to reality. "This is my stop."

"I see," Gwen nodded as Taylor sat down on the bench. "I'll wait with you until it gets here. What are you doing this afternoon? Any plans? I'm busy later in the evening but I've got some time before then and I'd like to get to know one of my neighbors. You're the only other girl we've seen around, so far."

Taylor considered the offer for a few seconds. "I don't… have any plans. What did you have in mind?"

"Come over, meet my stepsister, we can hang out. You know, the usual bullshit," Gwen shrugged.

Taylor nodded. "Sure."

Studying the blonde beside her as she heard the bus coming from up the street, Taylor couldn't help the feeling that she knew her from somewhere. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Have we met before? I feel like I've seen you somewhere…"

Gwen chuckled, looking away for a moment. "Ah, well, you probably have. I'm kind of internet famous in the Bay." When Taylor simply raised an eyebrow, Gwen shook her head and stood as the bus came to a stop. "Maybe if I do this, you'll recognize me?" She asked, before cupping her hands behind and above her head and waving them, while shaking her hips from side to side in a short dance. "Anyway, see you later!"

And then Taylor was forced to get on the bus and ride to school. I don't get it. What does that anime dance have to do with—

Her train of thought derailed as it clicked exactly where she had seen that face. Same face, same hair, but with a set of canine ears coming out of the top of her head. Photos and videos taken on the Boardwalk and around the Bay of a very fit, short girl… Who wore a spider-themed costume. One who was notoriously goofy and fun sometimes, when not actively swinging around.

Case in point: proving she could caramelldansen hands free, on the Boardwalk, in front of a crowd, with her mask off. Yeah, that whole thing with Widow, Parian, and a string of stuffed animals and kids a block long had gone kind of viral.

I met a hero. And she… wants to be friends with me. Okay Taylor, don't blow this. Maybe… Maybe she would actually believe me about the Trio? No, don't go dumping my problems on her when we just met. And she introduced herself as 'Gwen,' so… she probably just wants to be a normal girl when she's not in costume, even if she's showing her face around town. I imagine it's kind of like how New Wave wants to be treated normally unless they're in costume.

Even still, the small smile never left her face as the bus delivered her to her own personal hell.

'I'll say it again. That girls needs a hug. Can we eat Stalker and be done with it? Or at least her power?'

"Her power, yeah. Stalker herself? No. Probably taste like shit anyway. Come on, let's get back to the house. We've got some things to take care of before tonight."

Widow swung across the city, keeping low and visible as she moved, visibly searching for something. Or someone.

As they went Missy asked, 'So how should we approach the footage from the school?'

Miles considered for a few moments before answering. "Anonymously, obviously. I'd say we make three copies. One goes to Amy's mom, Carol."

'Lawyer. Makes sense.'

"One to the PR… No. To Armsmaster and Ms. Militia specifically. Not sure about MM, but we can mail it direct to Armsie's civvie identity. Man's listed in the phone book."

'That bitch is a Ward, so they'll be so far up her ass she'll be able to taste Halbeard's aftershave. And yeah, fuck going to Piggot with it. She would try to sit on it. And she has enough ass to keep it buried indefinitely.'

"The last, I think will go on the internet if results aren't immediate and satisfactory. Edited to blur out faces, obviously."

Widow grinned. 'Hit them where it hurts. I like it.'

Not too long after that, they swung onto the Winslow school grounds and landed on the dead lawn. Widow cleared her throat. "Huh. That's strange. I came here backtracking to try to find Taylor and now my spider-sense is going off. I should investigate."

Widow's eyes rolled. "We're going to have to cut that, you know."

'Shut up,' Missy retorted as they moved up to the school and tried the main entrance. It was locked, obviously, but that wasn't really a problem. A bit more force broke the lock on the door with a ping of metal shearing.

Walking inside, Widow hurried through the halls, following a path that would take them straight to Taylor. Entering the hallway, they paused as Widow gagged audibly. "Oh God, what died?"

Miles temporarily disabled their enchanted sense of smell and taste as they approached the locker the teen girl had been stuffed into. They heard a weak thump and a moan as they approached. "Holy shit! Is someone in there?" The thumping sounded again.

Widow grabbed the locker handle and yanked, tearing the entire door off with a sound of rending metal. A slurry of filth and bugs poured out of the locker, along with one lanky brunette, who came out swinging with a scream.

Widow caught the fists aimed at her face and pulled the much taller girl into a hug. "It's okay, you're out. Your safe now."

Taylor went slack, becoming dead weight in their arms as she passed out. Moving the girl out of the puddle of filth, Widow pulled her gloves off and pocketed them. Then she reached into one of the pouches on her belt and fished out her phone.

First, she dialed emergency services. After a brief greeting from the operator, she said, "This is independent hero Widow, verification code Whiskey-Delta-Oscar-1118. I'm at Winslow high with a victim—white female, teenager, multiple lacerations and contusions, and exposure to bio-hazardous material. Need a medical team and police. Bring hazmat gear."

She answered a few more questions before hanging up. Her second call was to Amy. She wasted no time on pleasantries as soon as the healer picked up. "Where are you?"

Hearing the urgency in Widow's voice, Panacea answered, "On patrol with New Wave. Why, is something wrong?"

"Yeah, you could fucking say that."

"Hang on, putting you on speaker," Panacea said.

A moment later, a new voice spoke. "This is Brandish. Widow, what's your situation?"

Widow sighed, looking down on Taylor's unconscious body. "At Winslow high. Found a girl stuffed in a locker full of filth. Used tampons, pads, and other stuff. She banged herself up pretty bad and I have no idea what's even in this stuff, but it's all over everything."

There was silence for a moment, then, "I'm sending Glory Girl ahead with Panacea. Secure the site and don't tamper with anything. It's a crime scene now. Don't let anyone but uniformed police touch it. We'll be there shortly. Brandish out."

And then the woman hung up. Pulling up the camera on her phone, Widow began taking pictures to supplement her bodycam footage, including the locker, the filth, and Taylor and the damage she had done to herself trying to get out.

'Knowing the PR Team as I do, they're probably going to want to settle out of court. If they even acknowledge Stalker's involvement. Which probably won't happen anything but privately.'

"Probably. Now, turn away so I can tentacle her brain and slurp up QA through a straw."

Missy shook her head at that, but turned away from the scene. A tendril slipped out from their foot and poked Taylor in the head. There, they found the usual pinhole and shard on the other end.

Then, Miles sent the usual greeting packet. Only to be rebuffed immediately by the equivalent of a sternly worded "fuck off."

"Excuse the fuck out of you?"

He tried again, only to be rebuffed once more. "Okay. So she's being difficult. How about this…"

[Proposal.]

There was a millisecond of consideration, and then.

[Interest.]

"So you want to hear more dirty talk first? Okay. I knew you were a thirsty bitch. Let me show you what I've got in mind for you…"

"Thanks dad. Goodnight."

"Good night, Taylor. I love you."

"Love you too," Taylor sent her dad a wan smile as he left the room.

Thumbing the bed controls, she lowered it down to lay flat. It only took me being shoved in a locker and police and heroes showing up for you to notice something was wrong.

She immediately felt guilty for the thought. It was unfair to her father, but at the same time… He had become distant since her mom died and the thing with the girls at school had been going on for the better part of a year.

There was no warning as her door opened and someone slipped inside, pulling her from her thoughts. The bolt turned home behind them and, a moment later, Gwen stepped into the room where Taylor could see her. "Hey. How're you feeling?"

Taylor sighed, making the bed go up again with the button. "Pretty good, all things considered." Meeting the hero's blue eyes, she tried on a smile. "They said it was you who pulled me out. Thank you. But how did you know I'd be there?"

Grabbing one of the two chairs in the room, Gwen moved it over beside the bed. "You didn't show up, so I checked your house. Your dad said you weren't home when he got in, so I got worried. I tracked along the path to the school and, when I got there, my spider-sense went nuts and lead me to you."

Taylor nodded, but before she could say more, Gwen continued. "At least, that's the public story." A look of confusion spread across Taylor's face.

Looking suddenly years older, Gwen slumped in her chair, and even without the costume Taylor knew she was talking to the hero Widow now, not the girl Gwen. "Let me ask you a question."

Taylor nodded. "Say you knew the world was ending. Slowly circling the toilet. You have the chance to do something about it, but… It's going to take making some hard choices. Some choices that are going to hurt people. Other choices that will see people dead, before it's over. There was another way, but the odds of that happening were so infinitesimally small that it's not worth contemplating. Especially when it's not a situation you can affect yourself and your actions have already invalidated it. All you can do is act on what you know…"

When Widow fell silent, Taylor thought over her words. Finally, the girl said, "You didn't ask a question."

Widow nodded. "You've seen the future. Or at least a future, but enough lines up that you suspect it's going the same way and the differences are negligible, save what you've done yourself to change things. Say you know when someone's going to trigger—go through the absolute worst day of their life and come out the other side with super powers as a consolation prize. Do you stop it from happening and jeopardize them becoming the hero you know they can be, or do you let it happen and beg for forgiveness after?"

Taylor blinked. Her eyes stung and felt hot. Her voice came out as a croak. "That's not hypothetical, is it?"

"I'm afraid not."

Biting her lip, Taylor clenched her fists in the bed sheets. "Then everything this morning—"

"Coincidence, mostly. I didn't pick where we moved our new hideout to. I wanted to get out and get some air, because I knew it would happen today and I was feeling like shit about it. We spotted you and figured you for just another pedestrian until we got close. I… Felt guilty and wanted to reach out, before it happened."

Taking a shaking breath in, the girl on the bed nodded. "And the rest. The 'world ending' stuff? How do I know that's true?"

"Because we're the reason the Endbringers fucked off. Why Brockton Bay isn't a smoking ruin full of leftover exotic power effects from Tinker bombs. Why the city isn't under thirty feet of water because Leviathan." Looking up from the floor, Widow's eyes were like ice as she stared down the girl across from her.

"I quit the Wards and abandoned my family because I felt the situation warranted it, and I've been hiding under a mask ever since. The only people who know I didn't just drop off the face of the Earth are Victoria and Amy Dallon—Glory Girl and Panacea."

Taylor was even more confused. "But you were never—"

Gwen's form rippled and shifted, her face and hair changing somewhat while her street clothes changed into a costume familiar to anyone who lived in the Bay, considering it belonged to the Ward who many people had called Brockton Bay's mascot character at one time. "How about now?"

"Vista?!" Taylor squeaked.

"More or less," the girl nodded. Seemingly just to prove it was her, she picked up the half full cup of water on Taylor's bedside table and turned it over, pouring the water out where it disappeared into a twist in space… Then turned the cup back upright, and allowed the water to pour right now in.

Things like that were child's play now that Miles had eaten her shard. Manton limit? Ha! No more needing to 'anchor' her powers either. Too bad she couldn't really use them in public.

Taylor was floored. She didn't know what to say to that, honestly. As Vista's face disappeared back under the mask of Gwen, her mouth ran off ahead of her brain. "And you wanted me, specifically? Why? As far as I can tell, all I got out of a year of bullying and being drowned in shit and blood was stupid bugs."

"It's not the powers we want. Well, you'd be surprised how handy bug control can be… But no. We want you. You're what we like to call a 'determinator.' You have something other people don't: the ability to commit to a decision and the will to see it through, no matter what."

Taylor found herself shaking her head. Whoever Vista or Gwen or whatever she wanted to call herself was talking about, it wasn't her. "That's not me—"

"It will be. With time, training, and some experience." Sighing, Gwen stood up. "Think about it. You don't have to make a decision right now. The offer will be open until… Well, until it's too late to help. You know where to find me once you've made up your mind."

Gwen was almost out the door when she turned and added, "Oh, right. Almost forgot. We wired up Winslow with cameras. All the shit that's been going on? We have it recorded. We're going to drop it off anonymously with the cops, the PRT, your lawyer, and keeping one in reserve for the internet if all else fails."

"We can't afford a—"

"We spoke to Carol, Amy's mom. She'll be taking your case against the school and the PRT, no charge, as a favor to us. And before you ask, no. This isn't a bribe to convince you to join. It's an apology for letting it happen. Night."

And with that, Widow was gone.

Taylor sobbed herself to sleep, the feeling of relief, of someone in authority finally believing her and doing something about the problem, too much to bear.

"You know, it's not safe for a girl to be out all by herself at this time of night."

Madison Clements jerked awake.

When did I fall asleep? she wondered in confusion. She looked up, into the branches of a tree over the park bench she was sitting on—and had apparently fallen asleep on at some point. She very carefully contained her desire to squeal like a rabid fangirl. That just wouldn't look cool.

Above her, dangling in a sort of upside down squat, was Brockton Bay's more outgoing spider-themed hero. Sure, there was the newer one going by the name Silk, but Widow was much more approachable and went out of her way to be friendly. Silk was nice, but shy, in an awkward sort of way—always seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere and kind of antsy…

PHO was right. The costume is lighted in places. Very cool. Kinda spooky too. Gives her an edgier, more dangerous look in the dark than it does in daylight.

"I'm, uh, waiting for someone," Madison explained.

"For Godot?"

"Who?" The brunette asked, and Widow sighed.

"Nevermind. Mind if I hang out a while? Kind of waiting on someone myself," Widow asked.

Madison beamed. "No, I don't mind at all! So, uh… How's your night going?"

Widow snorted softly, before reaching up and pulling off her mask. She flipped off the tree and landed on the back of the bench. The large, white, triangular ears atop her head flicked a bit as she settled in and made herself comfortable. "There. That better? No Widow, just Gwen. There is no hero here, just a normal girl who… Likes to cosplay. Yeah."

Madison laughed. "Honestly, yeah. It helps a little. Sorry, you must get this a lot."

The completely normal girl nodded. "One of the joys of being a hero, especially one that's fairly popular."

"Well, I'll try not to be too much of a fangirl," Madison promised.

"Thanks. So, why are you out here this late on a school night anyway? Waiting on a boyfriend?" The blonde asked, a teasing tone to her voice.

Madison blushed. "I wish," she muttered under her breath, though from the way Widow's—Gwen's ears twitched, she had heard. Madison moved along quickly to avoid that particular topic. "It's strange. Someone on PHO sent a picture to my personal account… And to the secret private account I use for other things. It was a picture of a sticky note with my name on it. My actual name, sent to both of my accounts. This park, this bench even. Time, date, and the words 'be there or be square.'"

Gwen snorted softly. "Yeah, that sounds like him."

"'Him?' You know who sent the message?"

Gwen nodded. "Yup. My partner set me up with a booty call. He promised me, and I quote, 'a sweet piece of closet nympho schoolgirl jailbait ass.'"

Madison blinked. Her brain stuttered a moment, before starting again. "Uhh. You… What?"

Gwen nodded again. "We share girls, so occasionally he sets up something fun for me to bring home for us to play with. I can understand if you're not interested though. I mean, who knows what I could do to you."

Starting at the girl beside her, Madison gave it some thought.

Madison was a cape groupie. The idea of popping her cherry with a cape was one of her biggest turn-ons and most frequent masturbatory fantasies.

On the other hand, Madison wasn't a rug-muncher. Madison Clements was only interested in cute boys with big dicks and bigger wallets, oh-em-gee for real. Forget a Corvette, he'd better drive a Porsche or a Lambo or he's not getting in these pants.

On the other, other hand… Gwen wasn't from her school. She wasn't part of her social group. She wouldn't go running back to fucking Emma or Sophia and spread it around everywhere that Madison didn't really have a preference either way. No one would judge her for not trying to be a future gold digger in training like her mother, as her daddy referred to her school friends when he thought she wasn't listening.

And on the other, other, other hand… I really want to get laid. Really, really, really want to get laid. Especially with the cool, hot cape girl. The vibrator isn't doing it any more and if I don't find a way to blow off steam safely, I'll either wind up teen pregnant or sucking off the football team in the locker room. If not both.

Madison's wants and needs… versus 'friends' like Emma, who turned on her on childhood friend seemingly at the drop of a hat. Madison wouldn't have lasted a day if that secret got out.

Gwen rolled off the back of the bench and walked around the front, offering Madison a hand up. "Guess not. Oh well. Want me to walk you home? Least I can do since my partner dragged you out here—"

"If I agree," Madison cut her off, causing Gwen to raise an eyebrow, "will your partner be there or will it just be you?"

"We're a package deal," Gwen explained. "Is that a problem?"

"Is he as hot as you?"

The blonde chuckled. "I like him well enough and we haven't had any complaints."

Standing up, Madison said, "It'll have to be your place, unless you can get a hotel? I, uh, I've never done… anything like this."

Smiling, Gwen sidled up to Madison and wrapped her arm around the brunette's waist. Madison was actually just a hair shorter than Gwen, not counting the ears. "My place isn't far from here. And lucky you, I rode my bike here, so we don't have to walk, or swing. Not everyone can handle the swinging."

Madison shook her head, laughing nervously. "No thanks! I don't even do roller coasters."

Gwen lead Madison to a black motorcycle, with a spider painted over the gas tank in white. Madison didn't know anything about bikes, but this one looked like one of the loud, foreign models and not the rumbley American ones. Climbing on behind Gwen, she was surprised when the bike was absolutely silent when the cape started it. "Is that Tinkertech?"

"A bit," Gwen confirmed as she got them rolling. "My stepsister modified it so it has a stealth mode now, and a few other tricks."

Madison blinked as she squeezed Gwen about the midsection and held on for dear life as the blonde swiftly accelerated out of the parking lot. "Who's your sister?"

With a laugh, Gwen answered, "You've probably heard of her. You know that rumor floating around on PHO about a giant bat going around Brockton Bay terrorizing and beating up the poor, misunderstood criminals? Yeah, that's her. She's tried out about half a dozen names, but Batgirl seems to be the only one we've really liked."

"So wait, you've got two capes in your family?" Madison's eyebrows raised.

Gwen shook her head. "Nope. Five. We're a whole cape family. We just don't advertise, unlike New Wave. You've heard of Silk, right? She's adopted. Mom and dad don't do the cape thing, but they have powers."

"Oh my God, how does that even happen?" Madison wondered aloud as she watched the scenery go by.

"Mostly luck," the blonde shrugged. "We're almost there."

The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you weren't kidding. So uh, want to maybe hang out after school or something?"

"Sure, sounds fun," Gwen agreed. "But let's worry about tonight, first. Consider this your… interview for the position," the girl chuckled.

They slowed as they approached a driveway and turned in. "What position?"

"The one between my legs, if you're lucky," Gwen snickered, hitting some button on a control panel mounted near the speedometer. The garage door rose as they approached and closed behind them as soon as they were in. Shutting off the bike, Gwen slid off and motioned for Madison to follow as she entered the house through the attached door. "I'm home!" Gwen called, followed by, "Brought a friend, heading to my room!"

"'Kay!" a young-sounding female voice called from deeper in the house.

"Your sister?" Madison asked, earning a nod as Gwen lead her to a set of stairs and up them. Heading to the last door down the hall, Gwen opened it and gestured for Madison to precede her. Stepping in, Madison whistled as she looked around. The room itself was pretty simple—positively bare, even, for a girl of Gwen's and Madison's ages. The carpet was a neutral, earthy brown while the walls were a bright, grass green at the bottom, fading in a gradient into sky blue at the top and on the ceiling, where a single large fan and set of four lights was connected.

There was a king-sized bed with tasteful forest green sheets and comforter. Night stands with lamps on either side of the bed, though no alarm clock anywhere to be found. A single, long wooden dresser against the wall opposite the bed, with a huge, flat tv mounted on the wall above that and a game console attached. A desk in the corner with a large computer and all the accouterments. The closet doors were closed, so she couldn't see what they contained, but Madison imagined that since Gwen was clearly hot and one of the popular kids, and this house looked expensive, it was probably full of nice stuff. The windows were covered in vertical blinds, which were themselves covered by thick, heavy green blackout curtains which were drawn tightly shut.

"Wow, your room is huge. Is that an attached bathroom?" Madison asked, peering at the only other open door and finding spotless white tile inside.

"Mhmm," the blonde nodded, followed by the sound of a deadbolt sliding home in the door.

Madison turned around, to find Gwen eyeing her like a wolf might a particularly juicy looking sheep. Unconsciously, she took a step back and gulped. When Gwen followed, she continued to pace backwards, until eventually her foot hit the edge of the huge bed and Madison fell backwards. Gwen pounced at that moment, appearing atop the brunette, blue eyes staring heatedly into blue. The much stronger girl's hands found Madison's, taking hold of them and gently but firmly pulling them up above her head.

"So, what, uh," Madison started, only to be silenced as a set of small lips descended on her own. Madison's lips parted slightly on instinct and a small tongue invaded her mouth, tickling her own tongue teasingly and inviting it out to play.

Oh God, she even tastes good, Madison whimpered in the privacy of her head as her eyes drifted partially closed. They opened again a moment later when Gwen broke the kiss just long enough to grab her under the arms and heft Madison fully up onto the bed.

"Shoes, off, now," Gwen commanded, and Madison hurried to obey, kicking her shoes off and sending them falling to the floor.

Then, the costumed girl was pushing Madison back down onto the bed, her weight—more than Madison was expecting, but not nearly enough to be uncomfortable—pressing Madison firmly into the comforter beneath her. Gwen's mouth was back on hers, the blonde's breath hot in her mouth and against her face, her mouth and tongue tasting sweet and making Madison want more as her nipples grew hard, her pussy practically gushed with her arousal, and a tingle started at her clit and seemed to go all the way to her womb—aching for attention. Gwen's hands were in Madison's hair, running down her sides, over her small hips, down to her thighs.

Not to be outdone, or be called a dead fish, Madison tried to reciprocate. Her hands sought out Gwen's face, running her thumbs over the hero's cheeks and jaw as they kissed. Feeling curious, she brought her hands up and hesitated. Gwen's lips pulled back from hers just a hair. "Go ahead, tough them."

That was all the permission she needed to go the rest of the way and run her fingers over the fluffy, smooth softness that was Gwen's upper set of ears. They were apparently pretty sensitive, too, given the way the blonde occasionally squirmed under Madison's attention, earning a giggle from the brunette. Eventually, her hands moved down, over the hero's tight suit, finding little hidden buttons along the side of her jacket and pulling until they popped open, revealing another suit underneath—this one skin-tight. Oh, I get it, it's a jacket for winter. And because she probably doesn't want to show off her nipples and camel toe, Madison realized as she popped the jacket open further before running her hands inside.

Widow's—Gwen's—breasts were small, just a little larger than Madison's own at a handful, but they were firm and perky, and her nipples were visibly outlined by the suit. A little grin pulled at her lips as Madison ran a thumb over one of Gwen's nipples, drawing a hum of appreciation from the girl that Madison felt in her mouth… before she pinched the nipple in question gently, pulling on it as she twisted slightly. Gwen panted into her mouth.

One of the hero's hands pushed Madison's dress up to her waist and Madison had to lift her ass a bit to get the fabric fully up where she wanted it. Then, Gwen's hand rushed up her stomach to Madison's bra, which she pulled down, exposing the brunette's tits to her questing fingers. Gwen returned the favor, tugging on one of Madison's hard little nipples and drawing a quiet whine from the brunette. The blonde's other hand found Madison's panties and pushed them aside, before the paused. Gwen broke the kiss just long enough to bring her hand up and use her teeth to pull off her glove, before spitting it out and diving back into the kiss. Her now un-gloved hand, however, swiftly sought out Madison's soaked sex.

Long, delicate fingers stroked her lips and Madison's hips jerked slightly at the attention. They brushed up and down, over and between Madison's folds, scooping up and spreading her slick wetness until her cunt was a glistening, drooling mess. Then, they sought out her clit. Carefully, gently, they circled the little nub—rolling around it, grazing it with phantom touches that only served to make Madison want more. Madison whimpered when those fingers went away.

Gwen broke the kiss again, shifting a bit atop Madison, her lips finding Madison's ear as she rested on her side to the brunette's right. "Oh? Is there something you want, Maddy? You don't mind if I call you Maddy, do you?"

"s'fine," Madison managed to get out. "I want more."

"More? You have to be specific, Maddy. Tell me what you want. Use your words."

"P-play with my clit," the brunette said. "Hard. Hard and fast. Be, be rough with me. I can take it."

Gwen leered down at her, shifting down to kiss her nose. "Be rough you you huh? Like this?"

Gwen's hand came back up, three fingers settling over Madison's clit, before she began to quickly rub them back and forth. "Mm yeees~" Madison moaned, her voice pitching up as she started rolling her hips. "More. More!"

Gwen's mouth met Madison's again, silencing her as she strummed the brunette's lips and clit, until eventually, she came—her hips jerking wildly and her pussy gushing out a fresh rush of fluid that Gwen dipped her fingers into and used to coat the girl's cunt as she continued stroking. Madison's happy mewling became desperate as she tried to get away, but Gwen wouldn't let her. The blonde held her down, strumming her harder, shifting her attack to include the occasional dipping down of her fingers into the entrance to Madison's cunt to gather more nectar to keep her soaked.

After a few minutes of this rough treatment, Madison came again, tears leaking from her eyes at the force of it. This time, at least, Gwen eased her down, slowing her pace to a slow, gentle stroking. "That was fun, Madison," Gwen said, pulling off the brunette's bruised lips. "Your O-face is cute. But now, I think I'm ready for the main course. That is… if you think you can handle it? I mean, I almost broke you just now with a little forced orgasm," the blonde teased.

"Won't. Break," Madison panted. "Do your worst." Getting her breath back, she asked, "What are you going to do, ride my face? Sounds fun, as long as you return the favor—"

Madison was cut off by Gwen taking hold of one of her wrists and stretching it above her head. Madison raised an eyebrow as, with a thwip!, webbing shot out from somewhere on Gwen's wrist and stuck to Madison's own wrist, before a second blast connected Madison's wrist with the headboard of the bed. Gwen repeated the bondage with Madison's other wrist. Gwen got up and moved down to Madison's feet, spreading her legs wide and sticking them to the foot of the bed. Her heart hammered in her chest as Madison wondered if the blonde was going to break out a vibrator, or a strap-on or something. She had long since popped her own cherry with a dildo, so she didn't have a hymen to worry about—

Gwen's suit flowed away, leaving her nude. Madison blinked. Huh. That's cool.

And then Gwen was climbing back up Madison's body. At the brunette had mostly expected, Gwen settled her thighs to either side of Madison's head and lowered her bare, smooth, puffy pussy onto Madison's mouth. Madison's tongue stretched out, flicking hesitantly at the dripping box above her. Her eyebrows went up and she immediately dove in as she found the taste the same as Gwen's mouth, just more concentrated. Her mouth, lips, and tongue worked at Gwen's lips, clit, and as far into the blonde as Madison could reach.

Gwen's fingers threaded through Madison's hair as she gently rode the slightly smaller girl's face, her hips swishing back and forth and eyes half-lidded. "That's it, drink it all down," she murmured, a smile pulling at her lips as she felt her first orgasm building quickly. Madison had no real skill, but Missy's natural sensitivity was pretty high and Miles had been playing around with turning that up after their experiments with Bakuda.

Eventually, with a small shudder, Gwen rode out her first orgasm on Madison's face, her juices coating the brunette and smearing over pretty much everything from her nose down to her neck. With a happy little sigh, she patted Madison's cheek. "Good girl."

Behind them, the door unlocked and someone entered. Madison couldn't see who it was, but Gwen lit up in a grin as the door closed and whoever it was stepped further into the room. She shifted around, turning a full hundred and eighty degrees on Madison's face. "Hey, daddy. Like what I brought home?" she asked, stroking the other girl's stomach and chest. "This is Maddy."

"Not bad," a masculine voice called, and Madison felt herself trembling with a strange combination of both dread and excitement. A weight pressed down the bed at Madison's side, near her feet, and a large hand slid up her leg from her knee, over her thigh, to just graze the wetness of her mound with the tips of his fingers. He gave her thigh a little squeeze. "Not bad at all. Good work, Gwen."

"Thank you, daddy," the girl said, and Madison could hear the smile and affection in her voice.

Wait… is that her stepdad? Oh shit, did I get involved in some step-family cape incest thing? Fuck that's hot! Madison thought. A moment later, her thoughts stuttered to a halt as his hand moved from her thigh, down to her cunt, two long, thick fingers stroking roughly between her lips before rubbing her clit, then pulling away.

"You got her all warmed for me, too."

"Of course!" Gwen wriggled in place on Madison's face. "Say, daddy, can we Eiffel Tower her?"

The man chuckled, shifting his way across the bed until he was between Madison's spread eagle legs. "Sure, sweetie," he agreed. One of those big hands settled onto Madison's right hip and then, she felt something hot, hard, and throbbing brush its way back and forth over her slit. The brunette moaned into the bare pussy kissing her lips.

Gwen chuckled. "I think she likes that." She patted Madison's side affectionately. "Just wait, you haven't seen anything yet."

There was no warning when Gwen's stepfather pushed into her, Madison's thin pussy lips spread wide around the thick tool that slid into her slowly, inch by inevitable inch. Oh God, he's so thick. I, I can't believe it doesn't hurt. It's amazing, like my pussy was made just for this cock. Mmm fill me up, daddy~

Gwen started rolling her hips after that and Madison felt her weight shift, leaning forward, towards her stepfather. Over the sound of her breathing and Gwen's riding her face, Madison heard something wet that sounded distinctly like a kiss. Her pussy clenched at the thought. I want to see! And I want to see if I have a bulge from his cock. I bet I do!

Her breath was stolen a moment later as Gwen's stepdad bottomed out in her. She had done a lot of reading on the internet and spoken to a few of her sluttier friends—usually women hated it when a guy did that, because it hurt. For Madison, it felt like heaven. Like this was exactly where she was supposed to be and that nothing but this cock would ever satisfy her again. The empty feeling inside her was gone, filled with his thick length, and all she wanted to do was lay here like this and enjoy it. Although…

Although, there was a new itch. Something primal. Her womb bad ached before, wanting attention when Gwen played with her. Now, it wanted to be filled. She wanted to feel his hot, thick sperm coating her insides.

His hips pulled back, and with them, his cock. Madison felt the huge member withdraw, all the way back to her entrance. Both of his hands firmly grasped her hips and Madison had an idea of what was coming. She tried to wrap her legs around him, but the webbing that held them flexed as she moved, building up resistance like rubber bands, before springing back into place. Gwen's hands came down and roughly squeezed Madison's small breasts, drawing a quiet moan from the brunette. A moan which was broken off in the middle when Gwen's stepfather slammed his hips forward, the sound of their crotches slapping together loud in the room and the force of it leaving her stinging.

"Mm!"

"Heh. Yeah, she definitely liked that," Gwen murmured. "Keep licking, Maddy."

Realizing she was slacking, Madison threw herself into eating the snatch above her, but it was so damn hard to focus on the task when her stepdad was drawing his cock back for another attempt at ramming through her cervix. Oh God, it'd never fit, but I want to try damnit!

His thrusts fell into a steady, unhurried rhythm as he used his grip on her hips to lift her ass slightly off the bed and grind her clit against him on the end of every thrust, causing Madison's toes to curl. She didn't last long at all like that before her first orgasm on that glorious slab of man meat. Madison mewled helplessly as he fucked her straight through her orgasm, picking up his pace and the force of his thrusts. His hands shifted to the backs of her knees and forced her legs together and up, breaking the webbing holding her in place. "Lock her like this."

"Yes, ah, daddy," Gwen panted, and Madison felt more webbing wrap around her legs, just above her knees and at her ankles, before her ass was lifted a bit further and a new strand anchored her legs to the ceiling. Then, his hands were back on her hips and pounding into her at a new angle that had Madison's eyes rolling back and drew a grunt from her throat on every thrust as his cock hit her just right to catch her G-spot on every stroke in. She swallowed desperately to keep from drowning in the deluge of Gwen's juices as she worked as best as she could manage as her brains were fucked out with the force of the pounding she was taking.

Gwen's hands left her tits and she felt them start flopping on her chest with every swing. The mystery of where the blonde's hands had gone was answered a moment later when she felt Gwen's long, delicate fingers seek out and find her clit between thrusts, then commence to rubbing furiously at her. More of Gwen's weight shifted, enough that she was leaning into Madison's legs, as her free hand came around and— No, n-not there. I've never— a pair of fingers collected some of Madison's own copious juices before sliding into her asshole and crooking back up towards her cunt.

"HNG!" Madison squirted as she came again, her grunt becoming a keening wail into the bare pussy above her as Gwen's stepdad just fucked her faster, taking up a jackhammer pace that felt like it threatened to break her hips.

"Are you ready, little Maddy? Ready for me to come inside your tight little teen pussy?" Gwen's stepdad asked, and Madison frantically nodded her head.

"She wants it bad, daddy. Give it to her. I want to watch you fill her up and get her teen pregnant."

Those words penetrated the fog of Madison's happy little world of fucking and orgasms on tap. Wha-? Wait, uh, that's bad isn't it?

She felt like that would be bad, but for the life of her she couldn't remember why, and she just wanted his thick, raw cock to fill her up already. Gwen's lips found her toes, then the tops of her feet, and Madison jerked at the ticklish feeling.

"Let's hear what she has to say," Gwen purred, and lifted herself entirely off of Madison, revealing the brunette's flushed, panting, glistening face and the absolutely fucked stupid look on her. Gwen moved to her stepdad's side, and Madison finally got her first good look at him. White, muscular, tall, lean build, messy brown hair and clean shaven face. Her eyes drifted down, taking in pecs, biceps, forearms, six pack, thighs—drool slipped from her mouth as she grinned.

"Jackpot!" she moaned giddily at the sight of the man riding her and the beautiful girl pressed into his side, watching with an amused look on her face. "Fill. Me. Up. Stud!" she grunted out in between thrusts, feeling another orgasm coming. Gwen's hands quickly went back to where they had been playing with her clit and ass and her stepdad stroked Madison's thighs, his green eyes staring down into her blue in a way that made her belly do flips. "Do it, do it, do it," she chanted, begged, prayed.

Then, her world whited out as she came again, clamping down hard on the cock inside of her. She felt it swell and throb, growing hotter and even harder, and then liquid heat spread inside her. Madison wailed as she came, and came, and came—milking the cock inside her for everything she was worth.

"Aww, I think she's all tuckered out," Gwen teased, her fingers leaving Madison's ass and pussy, only for her hand to smack the tired brunette's butt cheek.

Her stepdad pulled out, and the loss of his delicious cock left her feeling hollowed out and empty. "Put it back," Madison begged.

Chuckling, the man got off the bed and moved around to Madison's head level. He reached out and tore the webbing holding her wrists bound to the wall, but not what was holding them together. Then, he shifted her body around on the bed until her head was hanging off the bed in front of his cock. Above her, Gwen reappeared, with a phone in hand. Madison thought this was also a bad idea, but couldn't really figure out why. And then, his huge hands were gently easing her neck up and angling her head. One of his thumbs pushed at her chin and she opened he tired jaw. Then, that cock pushed itself into her mouth and Madison tasted herself on him, mixed with the taste of his spunk.

It tastes like Gwen. Why does it taste like Gwen? she wondered, and then he was pushing that thing into the back of her throat. She wanted to stop him, but her hands were bound and there was no way to ask him not to— Then, like gag reflexes were a thing for other people not named Madison, his cock brushed into her throat until his nuts rested on her nose. She didn't bother wondering how that even worked, considering she had tried to train herself with a banana and failed every time—she was just glad she hadn't embarrassed herself.

"That's it, clean it all off, Maddy," Gwen coaxed, and Madison did her best to obey, using her tongue to lick every bit of his cock she could reach.

He settled into a slow pace, steadily fucking her throat as Madison licked and sucked away. Somehow, Gwen's stepdad always seemed to know when to pull back enough to let her draw a breath. Her jaw didn't quite ache as much as it had after Gwen's abuse, either.

Madison didn't know how long that went on before she heard the bedroom door open and someone else walked in. "Oh! That looks like fun! Can I play too, guys?"

"Sure!" Gwen chirped.

"Go for it," her stepdad answered.

"Thanks." The newcomer moved closer and Madison could just make out long red hair and a figure that would make Emma kill herself out of jealousy. "Wow Miles, she is really into that. Just how many loads did you put in her?"

"Just the one," the now-named Miles grunted, "About to be two."

"It's probably my fault," Gwen admitted.

The redhead chuckled, before hopping onto the bed at Madison's bound up and suspended feet. "Not surprised." A moment later, she felt the girl's hands trailing along her thighs. "Oh nice, you left me a snack!"

Madison's jaw would've gone slack if it had the ability to at the moment as the redhead wrapped her arms around her thighs, then dove into Madison's cunt—licking, slurping, and sucking as she dug into Madison like a starving dog diving into a cup of vanilla pudding. Or a jar of mayo. Either/or.

Madison writhed and moaned around the cock in her mouth as the mystery redhead tried her best to get her tongue down to Madison's womb, and the brunette wondered deliriously if she should offer the girl—who had to be Gwen's stepsister—a straw.

"God damn, that's hot," Miles and Gwen both said at the same time. A moment later, Miles' cock throbbed in her throat and he grunted as he came straight into her belly.

Nooo! Madison mentally whined at the waste. Wanna taste it!

Thankfully for her, the man was a damn mind reader, as he pulled back after the second shot and let the third and fourth go in her mouth, filling it nearly to capacity as she was forced to swallow just to keep from wasting any. He pulled out a moment later and Madison could finally see something other than his crotch and balls. That sight wound up being Gwen petting her face.

"Who's a stupid slut?" Gwen asked, her tone fond. "You are, yes you are." Madison nodded along, trying not to laugh around the treat in her mouth. Then, she watched Gwen step away before descending in front of her stepfather and dutifully, diligently, lovingly licking him clean—the phone stuck in place with webbing, still recording.

Tilting her head down, Madison swilled the warm, thick, sticky, tasty load in her mouth around as she finally got a good look at the redhead. …She is everything Emma wishes she was and will never be, she realized, taking in the beauty going down on her still. A small orgasm ran through her at that thought—that someone even hotter than Emma was willingly sucking her own father's cum out of her freshly fucked cunt.

Swallowing her treat, Madison felt delirious—her head felt like someone had fucked a hole in it and filled it full of cum, in a good way. Her whole body buzzed pleasantly. She wanted nothing more than to just stay here and enjoy more. Except sleep. She really, really wanted to sleep too.

"So, Madison," Gwen said, drawing her attention as Miles shifted her slightly on the bed, pushing her back far enough that the bed would support her neck and head. Then, he laid his still hard cock out on top of her face, his balls pressed into her crown and the tip of his dick touching her throat. Considering it was almost as wide as her hand, she could barely see around the thing. "Did you have fun?"

"Mm yeah," she sighed.

"Good, good. What're you willing to do to make this happen on a more permanent basis, hm?" Gwen asked.

It took Madison a minute to register the question and a bit longer to work out a response. "Anything you want."

"Anything we want? Great," the blonde nodded. "Don't worry, we don't want too much. Just a few things. You ready to hear them?" When Madison nodded, Gwen grinned down at her. "You're going to be our pet. You'll do what we say, when we say it. Any sex act, no matter how degrading you may find it. Don't worry, we won't abuse you too much. Not in ways you won't like, anyway. But if I wanted to, say, loan you out to another girl…?"

"Sounds good," Madison agreed instantly, happily.

"And if we gave you to her to use and abuse you, within limits?"

Madison nodded and Gwen smiled down on her. She has a beautiful smile.

"One more teensy little thing," Gwen promised, and Madison nodded eagerly. "You're going to turn your friends Emma and Sophia in to the police tomorrow." Madison blinked as that penetrated the fog filling her brain. "You're going to skip school and talk to your dad. Tell him what you did. Beg him help keep your ass out of jail, because that's where your friends are going. But if you act now, before they have a chance to gather enough evidence to use against you too, you can still save yourself. And we'd hate to lose our new pet."

"But, but they'll—" Miles cock left her face, and a moment later, Madison felt something hard slap her firmly across the cheek. It stung, but worse was the humiliation as it sank in that he had just slapped her with his cock. Followed immediately by arousal that left her confused. Is this the 'why boner?'

"Go to jail. And you won't. Unless you don't do exactly as we say," Gwen spelled it out for her. "We pulled Taylor Hebert from her locker. We have all of that on our camera footage. We wired your whole fucking school for video and audio. We have those two shits planning the whole thing and you nodding along like an idiot. That's enough to send the three of you away for a very long time. We're talking twenty years, minimum—and that's before you add in: bio-terrorism, at a school, and specifically targeting a minor. They'll be tried as adults for the severity of the crime. They're looking going to federal 'pound you in the ass' prison until they're old enough that the only thing they'll be qualified to work as will be two-dollar hookers, and they'll be taking out their dentures for the discount Tuesday half-off dollar blowjob special. Even the Merchants have higher standards than that."

Madison felt her blood run cold, her ardor cooled, and the redhead had stopped licking away at her to lean against her upturned legs and frown down at her. "Wow. That is a spectacularly shitty thing to do to someone."

Sending her a disgusted look, the redhead stood and left, her hand trailing along Gwen's shoulders and Miles' arm as she passed. "I'll be in my lab."

The pair waited until she was gone, before Miles spoke up. "We're giving you a chance. It's one that not many people get." Reaching out, he pulled Gwen into a side-on hug, which the blonde returned. "You have tonight to think it over. If you do as we've told you, we'll ask Taylor's lawyer to exclude you from the primary charges. You'll still face a punishment, but they won't push for jail time. Probably just community service and a fine."

"If you don't, we throw you to the wolves with the rest of them," Gwen said, glaring down on Madison with those cold, blue eyes. Her gaze softened a bit, before glancing up at Miles, who shrugged. Turning back to her, Gwen said, "But if you're a good pet, we might even have a use for you beyond as a fuck toy. But only if you take this opportunity and truly embrace it. Change. Become a better person." Her eyes hardened again. "But if you try to lie, if you try to deceive us, we'll know. Do you understand?"

Madison nodded minutely. "Y-yes. I understand."

"Good," Miles reached out and patted her head. "Gwen, take her home."

He left the room and Gwen spent a few minutes undoing her webbing from Madison and helping the brunette get her clothes on. The blonde's flesh writhed as she left the room, shifting into a set of jeans, long sleeve shirt, and a leather jacket. Madison followed in silence down to the garage and slid onto the bike behind the hero. The ride to her house was short and, when Gwen stopped, Madison didn't want to get off. Biting her lip, she made her decision. "I'll do it."

"Actions speak louder than words, Maddy. You know what you have to do."

"Yes," Madison gulped, "ma'am."

A small smirk pulled at Gwen's lips, but she stayed quiet and Madison finally slid off the back of the bike and made her way up her driveway to her house as the headlight from Gwen's bike faded up the street, back the way she'd come. "Fuck, I am in so much trouble," she muttered as she stepped up to her front door.

Seemingly appearing from nowhere, her father stood up from one of the chairs on their front porch, where he'd been waiting in the shadows. "Damn right you are, little lady. Let's go inside and you can tell me where you were, and who that was—though, I'm pretty sure I already know the answer to the second, unless I was seeing things."

"The ears?" Madison asked, and he nodded. "You weren't seeing things." She sighed as she went inside. "There are some things I need to tell you, dad. Let me get my phone. It'll be easier if I show you."

"Think she'll take it?" Missy asked, as she lie on the bed in her real body (or as close to it as possible, given the modifications made to it), the little spoon to Miles' big spoon.

"Maybe," the man shrugged. "You saw what I did. Shitty situation, shitty choices, but not really any worse than any other teenager. Nothing like Lisa, consistently choosing the worst option. Or Allison, with actual brain problems making her crazy. But I suppose we'll see."

"Mm," the blonde yawned tiredly. "Still, that was fun. We should do more roleplay. We never did get to do that teacher/student one."

Miles chuckled, kissing the back of the girl's neck after brushing aside her hair. "Then we'll have to break into Arcadia for that soon."

Missy nodded. Shifting around a bit to get more comfortable, she allowed herself to drift off, a small smile on her face.