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Taylor

Thursday, 30th December 2010

Just as she had every other time she’d set foot in the Brockton Bay Bazaar, Taylor fought the urge to cringe at the veritable mountain of kitschy new-age garbage filling the tiny store.  The shelves upon shelves of dragon and fairy statues.  The display cases of ‘Celtic’ and ‘Native’ jewellery.  The dreamcatchers and windchimes hanging from the ceiling.  The bowls of polished stones arranged next to healing and meditation crystals.  The countless scented candles and incense sticks.  The ‘spell books’.

The fact that she was forced to come here was just another sign of how much of a warped joke her life had become.

With a sigh she turned to the front counter and waited for the garishly robed cashier to finish fussing with the heater at his feet before speaking.  “I’m here to pick up an order.  Taylor Hebert.”

“Hebert, Hebert...”  The portly young man scratched at what must’ve been a month’s worth of failed attempt to grow a beard as he cocked his head to look under the counter.  “Ah, right.”  He leaned down to grab a plastic bag, before straightening back up and unceremoniously thumping said bag on the counter between them.

She couldn’t help leaning in, trying to peer into the bag even as the cashier began pulling out packets of incense to sweep them past the scanner.  “You got everything I ordered?”

He shrugged carelessly, running a quick glance over a list taped to the bag, then at the spread of packets littering the counter.  “Looks like...and it looks like it’ll cost you a hundred and fifty-seven dollars, seventy.”

Wincing, she fished her wallet out of her pocket and handed over the money she’d gotten for Christmas, plus a healthy bite of her savings, getting a miserly handful of change back.

The cashier shoved it all back into the bag, before holding it out for her to take.  “Thank you for your patronage, happy holidays, and don’t dawdle when you exit, because it’s cold as fuck out there and I don’t want you letting the heat out.”

Taking the proffered bag with a muttered thanks, Taylor did as the cashier brusquely asked, cracking the door open just enough to slip through and out into the bitterly cold December air.  Shivering and pulling her beanie back down over her ears, she set a brisk pace to the nearest bus stop, under the gimlet eye of the Boardwalk’s enforcers.

The trip home was mercifully brief; the rattling old bus dropping her off only a few blocks from her house before continuing it’s unfortunate route deeper into the Docks, and in what seemed like no time at all, Taylor was hopping up the front steps of her home and letting herself in.  

Hanging her hat, scarf, and heavy coat on the rack near the door, Taylor half found herself wishing that the trip home had taken a bit longer.  Or that her father had come home early, forcing her to delay her plans.

What she was about to do…

With a sigh, she shook her head and picked up her shopping, heading to the basement stairs.  “...I’ve been working on this for months, why am I hesitating now?”

After flicking on the basement light, Taylor descended into the dingy storage space, set her purchases on a workbench, then dragged an old navy storage trunk out of a dimly lit corner of the room and into the light.  Cracking it open, she allowed her eyes to drift briefly over a pile of old notebooks, before she reached in and pulled out a small brass brazier, not much bigger than a soup bowl.

It’d taken a month’s worth of weekends scouring antique stores, pawn shops, and the stalls of the Lord Street Market to find a brazier that was genuinely brass, and whose acquisition wouldn’t bust her meagre budget to pieces, and another weekend with a pile of rags and a bottle of brasso getting it shining... almost like new.

Idly buffing a smudge off of the brazier with her sleeve, Taylor set it down on a clear patch of swept-clean concrete, then dug a scoop of charcoal out of a bag stashed near a long-unused barbeque and tipped it into the brazier.

With an almost absent flick of her fingers, the charcoal burst merrily into flames.

Turning back to the trunk, she dug out a metal bowl and several handfuls of small bottles and bags of herbs, setting them on the workbench next to her more recent purchases, before finishing off with a storage tube, from which she tipped several carefully laminated sheets of directions written in her mother’s steady hand, and looked them over once again.

Far, far from the first time, Taylor wished her mother was still alive.

Her old notebooks were filled with mental exercises, hand gestures, and arcane words that had given Taylor...well...enough magical aptitude to make a steady living entertaining at children’s parties.  But nowhere did her mother explain how and where she had learned that magic was real.  Did anyone else know?  Was there an entire secret society of mages lurking in the corners of the world, Harry Potter style?

...probably not...but if there was, Taylor’s mother gave no hint of it.

And the scrolls...the scrolls...

The one bit of magic that she’d apparently never dared to attempt.

Understanding it was...well beyond Annette’s self-admittedly meagre abilities, but she knew enough to know that the ritual was for calling something into the world, and binding it in some way to the caster.

A familiar, perhaps?  Like the stereotypical black cats that followed witches around and aided them in their...witchery?

Or something...worse?

Do not call up that which you cannot put down , as the saying goes.  As much as she’d been fascinated by the workings of the spell, Taylor’s mother had never been desperate enough to try it.

...Taylor herself, though...

“Thyme...bay...rosemary...sage…”  Herb after herb was tipped into the bowl, followed shortly after by chunks of incense ripped from their packaging, carefully measured, then tossed into the mix as well.  When she was done, Taylor studied the already odd-smelling mix with an expression of distinct resignation.  Her mother’s carefully penned directions clearly stated the words that had to be spoken, and the gestures that had to be made...but the incense and herbs?

A list, followed by the instruction ‘burn these on charcoal in a brass brazier’.

That was it.

Nothing about when they had to be burned, or in what order.  If they had to be prepared somehow, if they had to be fresh, or if dried would suffice.

If her first attempt didn’t work, she had enough incense and herbs to give it one more try, maybe two.  After that...well.

With one last deep, bracing breath, Taylor plucked up the metal bowl and carried it to the brazier, carefully tipping the mix onto the softly crackling flames.  As thick smoke began to billow from the small brass receptacle, she lay a folded-up blanket nearby and sat herself down on it, rolled up her sleeves, and began to chant.

“Hmm?”  A buxom blonde...correction, an absurdly buxom blonde, paused in the middle of taking a sip from her pineapple and looked up and to the left.  “...a summoning ritual?”

A fairly simple ritual by the feel of it...probably one of those practice spells for novices, that have been idiot-proofed to heck and back over countless generations.

She brought the straw to her full lips and took a long sip as she pondered.  ‘Strange...it’s coming from a really quiet corner of existence...I don’t think I’ve heard anything from over that way in eons.  And the summoner sounds young, too.’

Finishing her Bahama Mama, the blonde set aside her pineapple and stood from her beach chair, taking a moment to adjust her straining sling bikini.  “Guess I’ll go take a look.”

A finger twirled through the air and conjured up a swirling runic circle over her head, glowing a bright purple, and with an easy hop she jumped up through it.

‘I really should have done this outside.’  Taylor allowed herself a moment to gripe between rounds of chanting.

The basement was filled with a thickening haze of odious smoke, and only the barely-opened, tiny window and the open doorway to the rest of the house kept it from suffocating her.

It was a good thing the smoke detector hadn’t worked in years.

She took a deep, cautious breath to start reciting the incantation again, when a brilliant purple circle of runes erupted into being, centred on the brazier...and extending under her improvised cushion.

With a startled yelp Taylor scooted herself back out of the circle, just as a burst of light made her flinch and shield her eyes.  Thankfully it was short-lived, and when the hapless summoner risked a glance down at the brazier to see what she’d brought into the world, she found herself staring dumbly at a dainty pair of bare feet.

With slowly building dread, Taylor’s gaze slid up long, smooth legs to a wide pair of hips... naked hips, she couldn’t help blushing at.  The blue-green tips of a blonde mane reached at least that far down, and she followed the cascade of hair up to the largest, most perfect pair of breasts she’d ever seen, period.

Those...held her attention for longer than she’d likely ever admit.

When she finally jerked her eyes away from those impossible orbs, they settled on a breathtakingly beautiful face, smiling right back at her despite the eyes set in that face being firmly shut.  Crowning it all was a pair of...horns?  A foot long, at least, curving up into the air from either side of the...woman’s...skull.

Taylor just...stared.

Eventually, the summoned being lifted a hand into the air and gave a little wave.  “Hello!”

Then Taylor scrambled for her father’s golf clubs.

Chapter Text

Taylor

Thursday, 30th December 2010

With just the faintest creaking noise, the last bend in the putter’s shaft straightened itself out.  Setting down the lodestones she’d been waving over it, Taylor picked up the club and studied it with a critical eye, before nodding in satisfaction.

You’d never be able to tell that it’d been bent in three places, through forceful and repeated application to a woman’s skull.

“That was very well done!”

Speaking of whom…

“Thanks...I’ve had a lot of practice.”  Sighing, Taylor put the putter down and turned to the...person...she’d clobbered with it not too long ago.

The blonde was still smiling pleasantly, entirely unruffled by having been assaulted with sporting equipment, and the dusty old blanket she’d been handed to cover up her nakedness didn’t detract from her appearance in the slightest.  The thought that she’d probably appreciate a shower soon because of it was proving... frustratingly intrusive.

Taylor gave that mental image another firm stomp.

“So...Lucoa.  You’re not what I was expecting.”

The woman hummed, taking a sip of her tea.  “Well, what were you expecting?”

“I don’t know...a cat?”  The teenager waved her hands over the table in the approximate dimensions of a housecat.  “Maybe an owl.”

Lucoa’s smile widened.  “Not a toad?”

“Definitely not.”  Taylor grimaced a shade.  She’d heard enough of that animal to last her a good long while.  Frogs, too.

“Aww, but they’re so cute!”  The bombshell gushed.  “But if you were after something like that, I’m afraid it would have taken them quite a while to hear your call.”

Taylor crumpled a little...and not just physically.  “...did I make a mistake?  With the spell?”

“Oh no, not at all!”  Lucoa waved her hands reassuringly, barely catching her blanket as it tried to make a break for it.  “It’s just this world is way, waaaaay out in the sticks, magically speaking.  You made lovely engraved invitations to a party, but your house is on Mars.  It was going to take a while for anyone to receive your invitation, and even longer for them to answer.”

“But...you heard it...and it didn’t take you that long.”  Taylor pointed out.

“That’s because I was vacationing on the moon.  Not literally of course, the moon’s actually pretty dull most of the time.  Nice view from there, though.  Anyway, I heard your invitation off in the distance, and thought I’d take a little peek!”

The teenager stared down at her tea, thinking for a long moment, before looking back up at her guest.  “...what are you, exactly?”

Lucoa clutched her blanket around herself like a cape and straightened up in her seat dramatically with a brief giggle.  “I am Quetzalcoatl, ex-goddess of wind, the dawn, civilization, agriculture, learning...a bunch of good things!”

“...ex-goddess?”

“That’s right!”  The blonde beamed, relaxing back into her seat.  “Feathered serpent also works.  Or Venusian!”

“Venusian...never mind.”  Taylor shook her head.  “How did ‘ex-goddess’ happen?”

“Oh, you know…”  Lucoa’s laughter was a little strained this time.  “...somebody handed me a cursed drink...some stuff happened...and then I was demoted.  The kind of demoted where I still have all my powers and responsibilities, but I can’t go into the office and I’m not invited to the best parties anymore.”

Taylor’s expression softened in sympathy.  “That sounds rough.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!”  The ex-goddess waved.  “Give it another couple of thousand years, and everyone will forget all about it, I’m sure.”

“You’re probably right.”  Taking a sip of her tea, Taylor frowned and waved a hand over it, heating it up again.  Not as good as a fresh cup, but better than drinking it cold.  “What happens now?”

Lucoa cocked her horned head curiously.  “What do you mean?”

“Well...you’re here...what are you going to do?”

The blonde shrugged carelessly.  “I don’t know...what do you want to do?”

“I was kind of hoping that ritual would end with me learning more magic, somehow.”  Taylor confessed sheepishly.

“Oh!  I can do that!”  Lucoa perked up mightily with a cheer.  “I’m an ex-goddess of learning, after all!  I’ve taught all kinds of things to all kinds of people!”

“Even magic?”

“Er...I can’t say I’ve ever taught someone magic before...but I am a fantastic teacher, and I do know a lot of magic, so it should be fine!”  Tapping a finger to her chin, Lucoa pondered.  “The only question is, what kind of magic should I teach you?”

The ex-goddess leaned forward in her seat to study her prospective pupil, finally opening one eye to reveal a dark green iris filled with concentric golden designs, with a narrow golden slit in the middle of the pupil.

Taylor was torn between studying the strange eye right back, or peeping at the enormous amount of cleavage trying to spill free of Lucoa’s blanket.

“Like I said, this world is way out in the sticks, magically.  Teaching you magic here would be like...teaching you to swim on Mars.  We could do it, but it’d take a lot of preparation if you wanted to go swimming just anywhere.”

With a valiant effort, Taylor kept her gaze focussed on Lucoa’s face.  “Is there another option?”

Lucoa sat back, closing her eye once more.  “Of course; I could let you tap into my magic!  You’d have access to much more power right off the bat, and I could slowly increase the amount flowing into you over the course of...hm...it’d have to be a few years...until you developed into a self-sustaining magical wellspring all by yourself.  Then you wouldn’t need to tap into my power any more!”

“You can do that?”

“Oh, sure...it’s been a while, but the whole process is a piece of cake.”

“And you’d do that for me?  I mean...I was whacking you over the head with a golf club not too long ago.”  Taylor pointed out.

“No harm done!”  The blonde laughed.  “You seem nice enough.  And honestly, I have so much power that I wouldn’t even notice the difference if I sent some your way.”

“If you’re sure...how would we do this?”

“Hmm…”  Lucoa pondered.  “...you should probably lie down somewhere; the suffusion will knock you for a loop for a couple of hours.  When I used to do this back in the day, the priests would lie down on a great stone altar.”

Taylor stared for a moment before waving to the front of the house.  “...will a couch do?”

“Perfectly!”

“Now?”

“Whenever you’re ready!”

Gulping down the last of her tea in one go, Taylor stood and beckoned for Lucoa to follow her to the lounge room, which the blonde did with one hand holding her blanket up and the other holding her unfinished mug of tea.

Kicking her shoes off and nudging them under the coffee table to get them out of the way, Taylor sank onto the battered old sofa and twisted to lie down on it, wriggling a little to get comfortable, before looking up at the beautiful ex-goddess who had so casually offered to take her under her metaphorical and probably literal wing.  “...thank you.”

Lucoa smiled down, her eyes opening just enough to reveal that they were wildly different colors.  “See you when you wake up.”

Then everything went p̵u̶r̵p̷l̶e̷ .

Lucoa

With Taylor no longer awake to get adorably flustered by her bare skin, Lucoa let the blanket fall to the floor and summoned some seasonally appropriate clothing; comfortable boots, black tights and turtleneck, and a purple jacket over the top, all capped with her favourite pink cap.

Sensibly attired, she plucked a blue-green and blonde hair from her head and gave it a little puff of breath, and in moments an identical clone of herself was standing on the other side of the coffee table.  “Could you go and have a look around town, please?  I’d like to get a feel for our new home.”

“Yes Ma’am!”  The smiling clone gave a jaunty salute before strolling out of the lounge room and out the front door.

Turning back to her young...student?  Acolyte?  Lucoa gently levitated her off of the couch, then flopped herself down in her place, lowering the teen back down so her head was resting on her thigh.  Another wave of her hand whipped the dusty old blanket from the floor, cleaned it off, and changed it to something a good deal fluffier and more colorful, before settling it over the slumbering girl.

With the two of them now much more comfortable, Lucoa summoned the tv remote to her free hand, took a sip of tea from the mug in the other, and settled in to catch up on the local news while she waited for Taylor to wake up.

Looking up and down the empty street, the clone wondered where she should start.  The city centre looked to be to the South, and she could make out the top of some sort of bubble dome out some ways into the ocean.

“Hmm...maybe I should see where Taylor spends her time.”  A wave of her hands, and a veritable tidal wave of ghostly purple Taylors faded into existence, pouring out of the Hebert residence’s front door before going about their business.  A significant majority of them, all wearing backpacks, took a left once they reached the footpath and began heading Northwards.  “...ah!  She must still be going to school!”

Following along with the stream of apparently school-bound spectres, the clone took in the surroundings with curious, albeit closed, eyes.  The city, or at least this corner of it, definitely looked to be a fixer-upper.  More often than not, beneath the festive decorations and strings of lights hung up on the neighbourhood houses were cracked and crumbling sidings, peeling paint, and rusting metal.  Grass and weeds were forcing their way up through gaps and cracks in the sidewalk, and red and green graffiti could be spotted now and then on fences and walls, growing more frequent the further North she walked.

Small businesses started popping up as she went, along with a growing number of buildings that had been boarded up and left to fall into disrepair.  More than once a huddled group of red and green-clad asian youths loitering about would start eyeing her with malicious intent, before a small flex of power left them forgetting all about her and going back to whatever it was they were doing.

All-in-all, not the grimmest place she’d ever visited, but also not the sort of place she’d be inclined to put down roots in.

She preferred warmer climates, for starters.

Eventually, the Lucoa clone found herself strolling up to a fenced-off school yard that would best be described as ‘dilapidated’, the rusting sign over the gates declaring it to be ‘Winslow High School’.

The universally defeated slump in the shoulders of the Taylor ghosts did not bode well for what the clone would find in there.

Following them up the front steps, the clone popped the locks on the front doors with a spell and stepped into the empty, echoing halls.  Following along with the stream of purple shadows, Lucoa couldn’t help wrinkling her nose in distaste.

Blood and rot were never pleasant odours.

Finding the smell to be at its most pungent when standing right in front of the locker the Taylor ghosts were rummaging through, then prying the locker open with brute force and finding... that ...was enough to wipe the slowly-shrinking smile off of the clone’s face for good.

A burst of purple mana wiped the mess and the locker itself from existence, with a follow-up flash begrudgingly restoring the locker to a condition that wasn’t good as new, but at least left it in a matching condition as its neighbours.

Following the rest of the shadows about their day did nothing to improve Lucoa’s mood.

In almost every classroom Taylor was left wiping something from her desk or chair, and flinching from innumerable small strikes inflicted over the span of months.

She skulked through the halls like a hunted animal, frequently isolated and harassed by unseen foes in out-of-the-way corners, or brazenly within spitting distance of classroom doors she’d just exited.

She hid in bathrooms just so she could eat her meals in peace.

The entire crumbling edifice seemed to be a monument to Taylor’s misery.  If the other students suffered even half as much as she did, Lucoa would be doing them all a favour by wiping the entire building from the face of the Earth.

With a final disappointed frown around at the empty structure, the clone popped from existence, the hair she’d been spawned from vanishing in a puff of sparks.

Lucoa took a deep, calming breath, before going back to absently running her fingers through Taylor’s dark, curly hair as she watched tv.

“Don’t worry, Taylor; you’ll never be going back there again, not if I have anything to say about it.”

Chapter Text

Taylor

Thursday, 30th December 2010

Taylor was dimly aware that she was slowly waking up.

Very, very slowly.

She could hear the indistinct murmurings of the television...feel the worn old couch under her back...the soft, fluffy blanket pulled up to her chin...the warm lap under her head…

The gentle fingers combing through her hair.

She was more comfortable, more content , than she’d been in a long, long time.

No, Taylor was in no hurry to wake up.

...until she heard the familiar sound of a key jiggling in the slightly-rusted lock of the front door.

Taylor shot bolt-upright...or at least, she attempted to. She almost immediately slammed face-first into a soft but heavy mass, then flopped back down clutching her nose. “Ooow~”

“Sorry.” Her combined pillow and roadblock giggled, helping her sit up in a less harmful way.

The teenager hissed in a panic, rubbing her nose as her gaze darted around the living room for someplace to hide an outrageously beautiful and full-figured blonde in just a few seconds. “It’s my Dad!”

Lucoa cocked her head in mild confusion, but gave her summoner a reassuring smile and hug. “Don’t worry, he won’t notice me.”

Taylor had only a few moments to wonder how anyone could possibly miss seeing a horned supermodel in their lounge room, when Danny finished locking up behind himself and strolled into the doorway, wearily greeting his daughter as he shrugged out of his jacket. “Hi Taylor, how was your day?”

When he didn’t show any sign of noticing the third person in the room, Taylor relaxed and glanced down at the arms of the ex-goddess hugging her from behind.. “Honestly? Pretty good.”

“That’s good.” A tired smile spread across Danny’s face as his gaze dropped to the couch. “Is that a new blanket? I think I’d remember something that bright.”

Looking down, Taylor finally took in the blanket she’d been draped in. It was certainly vibrant; a feather-like pattern starting red at the top, transitioning to orange, then yellow, to green, then finally darkening to blue at the bottom. “Y-yeah, it was a present from a friend.”

Lucoa’s hug got a little tighter, smooshing her enormous breasts harder into Taylor’s back..

The brunette desperately tried to ignore the rising heat in her cheeks, glancing around for a distraction and finally noticing the late hour on the clock. “You’re home a little late, aren’t you?” 

“You didn’t get my message? Some of the guys invited me out for a few drinks after work. I called and said I’d be late.”

“...I guess I slept through it.” Taylor flicked the blanket a little. “This thing is really comfy.”

“Can’t say I blame you-” Her father yawned, covering his mouth. “-I think I’ll be turning in early myself. I’ll leave a twenty by the phone so you can order a pizza for dinner, or for lunch tomorrow.”

“Thanks!”

Danny stepped away from the door and off towards the kitchen, calling out moments later. “Ah...Taylor?”

“Yes?”

“...is there a reason one of my golf clubs is on the kitchen table?”

Wincing, Taylor eased herself out of Lucoa’s grip to head after her father. “Oh, that...I thought I heard a raccoon rummaging in the bins earlier.”

Danny cursed under his breath, but cleared his throat to cover it up when his daughter walked into the room. “We’ll have to start putting bricks on the lids again.”

“I guess so...do you want me to put it back for you?”

Her father held up the club to the light, turning it this way and that with a nostalgic expression, before sighing and handing it to Taylor with a shake of his head. “No, keep it by the back door. Just in case.”

Covering another groaning yawn with one hand, he mumbled ‘good-night’ before ambling off to his room with a slight sway. By the time Taylor had set the club leaning against the wall near the back door and rejoined Lucoa in the lounge room, a shower could faintly be heard running upstairs.

“Your father seems nice.” The ex-goddess noted.

Taylor sighed. “Yeah. Sorry for making you hide, I just...need to figure out how to explain...everything...to him.”

“No rush; whenever you’re ready is fine.” Lucoa shrugged easily, changing the channel to another news program as the first wound down.

“...are you...looking for something in particular?”

“No, just getting a handle on what kind of world I’ve been summoned to. It’s been a while since I last visited a superhero world; they’re not usually my style. Too...busy. I like to take things easy.”

“Sorry.” The teen frowned guiltily, fidgeting with the blanket.

“You know what they say; a change is as good as a vacation. Anyway...” Twisting in her seat, Lucoa turned to face her summoner. “...how are you feeling?”

Taylor took a minute to consider that. “...warm. Full. Like when you eat too much, but...all over my body.” She looked around the room. “Everything looks brighter, too.”

The blonde hummed. “Sounds about right.” When Taylor flexed her fingers, purple sparks of mana crackling across them, Lucoa slid closer and slipped her hands into Taylor’s, stopping her from casting anything. “We should probably save that for when we’re somewhere...not your house.”

Taylor blushed, flustered for more than one reason. “R-right...I’ve got a lot more power now, don’t I?”

“That’s a bit of an understatement, but yes.” Lucoa giggled, her smile turning a shade more playful. “On that note; while you were napping, I got our classroom set up. Would you like to see it?”

“Where...I mean, sure!”

Letting go of Taylor’s hands, Lucoa reached into a jacket pocket and pulled out a solid black key, which she handed to her pupil with a flourish. “Eventually, you’ll be able to open a door to it all by yourself, but until then just use this to poke any old door. Walls work too, but if you use a door people don’t pay so much attention when you step through it...unless you’re walking into a closet or something.”

Looking more excited than she did just a few days ago on Christmas Day, Taylor hopped from the sofa and almost bounced over to the nearest stretch of empty wall, giving it an almost ginger poke with her new toy.

An oval portal sprung silently into existence, the edges as dark as the key that spawned it, and beyond the opening, a good-sized room with dark wooden walls and a grey flagstone floor could be seen. After an encouraging nod from the ex-goddess who’d stepped up behind her, Taylor carefully hopped though...and blinked, surprised at the absence of any doors or windows on the other side, even after Lucoa followed her through and the portal vanished as silently as it came.

“What do you think?” Lucoa asked cheerily.

“Well...there's plenty of room.” Taylor responded, not meeting Lucoa's gaze while rubbing the back of her neck with one hand . The room looked like a cube, maybe thirty feet on each side. Bigger than most of Winslow’s classrooms, and considering she was the only student, it was honestly quite a lot of space. “We might need a desk or two, some bookshelves, those sort of things. Where are we, anyway?”

“Just a little universe I set up a couple of hours ago.” Lucoa responded with an overly casual air.

Taylor’s mind blanked at that. “...what?”

“I set up a new universe for us to practice in.” The horned woman explained again, her smile widening in amusement.

“You. MADE. A universe?”

“Yep. Just a little one.” Lucoa held up one hand, forefinger and thumb not quite pinching together. “A teeny tiny one.”

Taylor’s skin paled a few shades, and she slowly sank to a seat on the stone floor. A stone floor she took an unnerved interest in. “So...on the other side of these stones, is…”

“Hmm...well, not nothing.” Lucoa sat down in front of Taylor, rolling an explanation around in her head. “I mean, it’s sort of nothing, but not NOTHING nothing...honestly, I’ll be able to explain it better once we’ve gotten some lessons under your belt.”

It took a few deep breaths for the human of the two to steady her nerves a little. “...why? A whole new universe seems a little...much.”

Lucoa nodded in agreement. “For regular magic lessons, sure. But you’ve got an ex-goddess’ power flowing through you now, and this is the perfect place to get a handle on that. I gave this place boundaries, light, air, gravity, and time to get you started, but all of that, and everything else, is much more malleable than in your own universe.” She poked a flagstone, and in a blink, it was as cheerfully pink as her hat. “You can change or add anything you want, with enough imagination and willpower.”

Taylor glanced down at the flagstone resting under a hand. Slowly, hesitantly, the pale grey stone shifted to a deep purple.

“Well done!” Lucoa cheered, lunging and tackling Taylor in a hug that sent them tumbling over with a muffled yelp from the brunette, whose face was buried under an enormous mass of boob. “Now...you said this place could use some desks and shelves...how about we start on those next?”

Emma

Monday, 3rd January 2011

With a parting kiss on her father’s cheek, Emma hopped out of his car and strolled through the milling crowds towards Winslow’s front gate with a spring in her step. Her Christmas holidays had been fantastic, and she was looking forward to starting the new year off with a bang by grinding Taylor further into the dirt than ever before.

Leaning against the gate and being given a wide berth by the students passing through, Sophia smiled and straightened up, giving Emma a pat on the back when the redhead threw her arms around her in a hug.

Stepping back, Emma grinned widely, almost giddy from anticipation. “Have you seen her yet?”

“Not yet.” Sophia shrugged carelessly. “You know how the loser likes to try and sneak in at the last minute, sometimes.”

Emma scoffed, pulling her phone from her pocket and bringing up the message group for her usual hangers-on. With a few taps, she instructed all of them to keep an eye out for their regular punching-bag. “We worked too damned hard on her little surprise, Taylor’s not wriggling out of it that easily.”

“Hi guys!”

The two of them turned to see the third member of their little trio jogging towards them, weaving between the more sluggishly-paced teens until she was close enough to wrap Emma in a hug of her own. The redhead got just a teensy bit smug when Madison didn’t try that with Sophia; she knew better.

Her phone vibrating in her hand grabbed her attention, but when she looked at the screen she blinked in confusion at the first few responses to her message.

-?-

-Whos Hebert-

“How was your Christmas? Get plenty of great presents? I know I did!” Madison gushed.

Sophia rolled her eyes, but smirked. “It was fine. Personally, I spent half the time looking forward to seeing Hebert’s face when she gets her little present.”

The cutest member of the trio cocked her head curiously. “Who’s Hebert?”

Emma stared at her wide-eyed, before her phone vibrated again.

-Hbrt?-

-Whodat?-

- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯-

“What do you mean, ‘who’s Hebert’?” Sophia frowned at the smaller girl. “She’s the loser we’ve been pushing around for the past year.”

“Sophia...” Emma was grateful she’d kept any nervousness out of her voice as she held out her phone to her best friend.

The Ward glanced at it, then plucked it from the redhead’s unresisting hand to take a closer look. After a long moment, she shot Madison a look that had her shrinking back and huddling into her puffy pink sweater. “You’ve seriously never heard of Hebert? Taylor Hebert?”

“N-no?” The smallest of the trio glanced back and forth between the two taller girls. “What’s going on? Who’s Taylor?”

“...the locker.” Sophia tossed Emma’s phone to her and all but sprinted into the school, shouldering her way through anyone unfortunate enough to be in her path.

Emma barely managed to snatch her phone out of the air before it hit the ground, then jogged after Sophia, her path cleared by the more physical teen, with Madison trailing behind both of them looking utterly bewildered.

The trio reunited in front of an empty locker, Sophia glaring into it, Emma biting her lip almost to the point of drawing blood, and Madison as clueless as ever.

“This is her locker, right? I’m not remembering it wrong?” The redhead wrung her hands anxiously.

“Yeah, it’s hers. But there was no lock on it, no garbage…” She ran her fingers along the inside wall, rubbing them together and bringing them to her nose to take a tentative sniff. “...no chemicals. This thing was a literal dump when we were done with it. Even if the janitors had cleaned it the minute we left, and there’s a fat fucking chance of that, there’d still be some sign of it even a week later, I’m sure of it.”

“What are you two talking about!?” Madison cracked. “Whose locker is this? Is it Taylor’s? Whoever that is?”

Sophia slammed the locker shut, making everyone nearby jump, then turned to shoot a pointed look at Emma. “You two should get to class, I’ve just gotta go to the office for something.”

Sophia was late getting to class, and when she did show up she handed Mister Quinlan a pass and slipped into her seat without comment. Maths class wasn’t the time or place to chat, even with the broad leeway Emma and Sophia were usually given, so Emma had an agonising wait until lunchtime before they could give Madison the slip and find somewhere private to talk.

Ironically, they settled on one of the third-floor bathrooms they’d sometimes found Taylor huddled in.

There weren’t really any comfortable places to sit that weren’t the toilets themselves, so Emma was making do perching on the counter, squeezed between two sinks. “The staff can’t remember her either?”

“No, not even Blackwell...the loser went running to her enough times last year before giving up that her name should have at least rung a bell, but nothing.” Sophia paced the dank room restlessly. “I tried saying that I’d seen Hebert acting suspiciously, that sort of bullshit, but when they went to find out what classroom she’d be in she didn’t show up in the system. According to their computers, there’s never been a ‘Taylor Hebert’ in Winslow.”

Emma hesitated before asking the question that’d been whirling through her mind all morning. “...you don’t think she got powers, do you?”

“Fuck no!” Sophia snapped, glaring at her best friend, before sighing and running a hand over her face. “Fuck...I don’t know. Maybe. There’s some serious parahuman bullshit going on, but it doesn’t make any kind of sense. If she got super ‘forget me’ powers...sure, I can see that, that’s just the sort of lame shit that wimp would end up with. But why erase everyone’s memory but ours? And there’s the other shit, too. Why would she bother cleaning out her locker? And how did she erase her records from the school computers? She’s not some fucking hacker.”

“Do you think we should go to the PRT with this?”

The Ward growled, frustrated. “I just know if that wimp got hauled in she’d start squealing again, and the PRT might actually fucking listen to her.”

“Come on, she erased a ton of people’s memories, there’s no way they’d take her side!” Emma protested.

“She could always say it was an accident during her trigger event; they can be real lenient about those. And it’s not like she hurt anyone.” Sophia snorted. “Fuck, she made them forget about her worthless ass, she practically did them a favour.”

The redhead laughed a mite weakly. “What should we do, then?”

Sophia started pacing again, more slowly this time. “...if she is behind this, we shouldn’t just go looking for her...not yet. We should find out how far this thing goes. When you get home tonight, ask your family if they remember her, then go on facebook and look up anyone you knew in middle school that ended up going to Arcadia, Immaculata, or Clarendon, and see if they remember her.”

“Right.” Emma nodded, starting to look more confident. “What will you be doing?”

“I don’t have patrol or console duty tonight, so I’ll sneak into the school and poke through the school’s filing cabinets and the teacher’s desks, see if there are any hard records of Hebert coming here.”  The black girl groaned, already sounding exhausted just at the thought of what was to come. “Fuck, that’s going to be a chore. And tomorrow night I have to go in to the PRT Headquarters, so I’ll see if I can dig up any protocols they have for Strangers popping up out of nowhere and erasing themselves...hopefully without getting my ass tossed into Master/Stranger quarantine while I’m at it.”

Sliding off of the counter, Emma absently dusted off the back of her jeans. “Sounds like we’ve got a plan then.”

“Yeah...come on, let’s get out of here and get some lunch, while we’ve still got time.” Sophia ambled over to the door and yanked it open hard enough that Emma had plenty of time to follow her though.

“Hm...one way or another, I wonder where Taylor is now, anyway.” The redheaded teen pondered.

“Probably under some rock.” The Ward brushed the question off carelessly.

“Ha! Probably.”

Taylor

Monday, 3rd January 2011

With a lazy yawn, Taylor stretched out an arm and blindly fished around her bedside table, eventually grabbing her alarm clock and bringing it to her face, where she could stare at it blearily. “Mm. It’s after noon.”

From behind her, Lucoa hugged her a little tighter.  “Have you got somewhere to be?”

“...nope.” Dumping the clock back where it came from, Taylor snuggled back under the blankets and into her bedmate, and went back to sleep.

Chapter Text

Taylor

Friday, 7th January 2011

Running laps around Paradise Island had become something of a hobby for Taylor.  It was great for waking up in the morning, as a routinely breathtaking sunrise lit up the tiny universe’s sky.  It was great for unwinding after a long, exhausting lesson in the arcane arts left her mind feeling three times too big for her head.  It was great for getting in shape for… reasons.

A multitude of reasons.

And it was great for practicing a number of movement-enhancing techniques she’d learned in the month or so she’d been Lucoa’s pupil.  From channeling the immense power flowing into her from her patron towards enhancing her body, to the much less exhausting and much simpler casting of various spells.

“J̸u̵m̶p̶!̷”

Such as the one Taylor used to clear almost fifty feet of space, cutting a small detour in the boardwalk she’d been pounding out of her trek and landing with only a slight stumble.  Slowing to a stop, she turned to grin back at the impressive stretch of open air she’d just leapt through, before taking a long drink from her water bottle.

Her thirst abated somewhat, the young wizard took a minute to admire the spectacular view she had of the crescent-shaped island’s lagoon, with its pristine white sand, crystal clear water, and the lush tropical vegetation.  Her ‘classroom’ had certainly come a long way in just a few weeks, from being a bare wooden and stone room, to a tiny wooden house on a small spit of sand sticking out of the ocean, to the vastly expanded tropical paradise it was now, of the sort most people only ever saw in heavily photoshopped pictures in magazines and travel advertisements.

Humming thoughtfully as her gaze drifted over a conspicuously bare stretch of sand, Taylor waved her hand and focussed in a way that had become almost natural after long practice, not even batting an eye as a handful of palm trees erupted fully-grown from the ground, sand pouring from the leaves at the top as the freshly-spawned vegetation started to sway in the breeze.  Another wave, and the palms spread out a little, their trunks sliding through the sand until they weren’t crowding each other so much.

Taking a minute to study her new addition and see how it blended in with the rest of the scenery, the teenager cocked her head a little, then slowly twisted her hand in the air, the palm trees closest to the shore following the motion and leaning to stretch out over the water.  Finally satisfied, she gave a few flicks to smooth out the sand that had been disturbed by the sudden eruption of foliage, then stood back to admire her latest foray into exterior decorating with pride.

“Perfect!”

Taylor allowed herself to drink in the view for a little longer, sipping from her bottle, before she smacked the top shut with the palm of her hand and returned to her run, shoes thumping on the wooden boards at a steadily increasing pace.

Once in a while she’d trot past evidence of the only two inhabitants of the universe...a hammock fit for two strung up between palms.  A pair of beach chairs set to provide a view of the setting sun.  A sandcastle not quite worn away to nothing yet by the gentle breeze and calm tides of the island’s inner side.  Remnants of hours spent in careless relaxation.

Eventually though, she rounded one of the island’s narrow tips, leaving the scenic views of one side behind for the more business-oriented backside of the constantly-growing landmass.  Unlike the cheery mementos of the inner side, here she ran past the many training areas that had been thrown together over the past few weeks with the aim of perfecting her magical abilities; one was a flat outcropping of stone littered with man-sized pillars, another had deep pools of water.  One had countless narrow logs of varying heights jutting up out of soft sand, while another was a rolling field of grass tall enough that Taylor could vanish into it without ducking at all.

One had...a boxing ring?

Slowing to a jog at the novel sight, Taylor left the path and headed over for a closer look, finding her Patron repeatedly leaning back into the ropes bordering the stage, testing the amount of give in them with a thoughtful expression, before nodding in approval and stepping into the middle of the ring, turning to her pupil with her ever-present smile on her face.

“Good morning, Taylor!  Enjoying your run?”  The ex-goddess beamed, bouncing in place to gauge the padding under the canvass.

“It’s think it’s going pretty well.”  The wizard-in-training nodded, absently following the motions of the dragon’s massive breasts, before looking up at Lucoa’s closed eyes.  “It’s hard to keep track of how far or fast I’m going, what with the island getting bigger almost every day, but it really feels like I’m improving.”

“We could make a track…”  Lucoa pondered, tapping a cheek with a finger thoughtfully.  “...but I don’t think numbers matter in this case, so long as you feel good about your progress!”

Humming in agreement, Taylor took a swig from her water bottle before waving it at the ring.  “Dare I ask what we’re going to be practicing here?”

“Oh, I thought that since you’re going to be a superhero, it might be a good idea to learn a little hand-to-hand combat on top of your spellcraft.”  The blonde smiled guilessly, clasping her hands together.

The teenager stared wide-eyed for a long moment, before sighing and dragging her free hand down her face.  “...I guess it was kind of stupid of me to think I was being subtle.”

Lucoa waved reassuringly, giggling.  “You’re not so bad; this IS a superhero world, after all.  Becoming a superhero is just the thing people do when they get powers here.”

“Not everyone...”  Taylor grumped, setting aside her water bottle before looking up at the ring again.  “... so… boxing?”

“Wrestling.”  Lucoa corrected, waving for Taylor to hop up into the ring with her.  “I don’t get the opportunity to do it very often, but I’m really quite good at it.”

Sliding under the ropes and pulling herself to her feet, the teenager eyed the ex-goddess suspiciously.  “I’m guessing that even with you ‘not getting to wrestle very often’, you’ve still had more practice than any human being on this Earth.”

“Probably!”  Lucoa smiled, opening her eyes just long enough to shoot Taylor a wink.  “I think we’ll start off by seeing what you already know.  I’ll try and get you in some grapples and pins, you try and avoid them or slip out of them.  Sound okay?”

“I don’t really know anything about wrestling, so this part should be quick.”  Taylor shrugged, widening her stance a little and holding her hands up in front of her.

“Good, you’re ready… BUT NOT READY ENOUGH-”  The ex-goddess backflipped into the air and landed perfectly on the turnbuckle, before tearing off her stockings, cutoff shorts, tanktop, and hat to somehow reveal a green and gold leotard underneath.  Peachy skin was revealed through vast cutouts in the costume, not least of which being the giant heart exposing her cleavage.  And capping it all was a snake-themed mask covering the top half of the ex-goddess’ head, save for the mane of mostly-blonde hair tumbling out the back.  Tossing her shredded clothes aside, Lucoa raised her hands to the heavens.  “-FOR THIS DAY YOU FACE LA SERPIENTE, THE SERPENT OF THE SKY!”

Taylor had just enough time to yelp in terror when Lucoa launched herself off of the turnbuckle towards her, the dragon’s thick thighs wrapping tight around her head before the universe whirled like a hurricane and she was flung to the padded mat with a bone-rattling crash…

Sunk up to her shoulders in a hot tub big enough to comfortably fit an entire football team, with a fantastic view of Paradise Island’s lagoon, Taylor lazily lolled her head back and let the bubbling water ease away the memories of the aches that Lucoa had generously healed.  Granted, after spending several hours inflicting them on her hapless pupil in the first place, but it was still thoughtful of her.

Speaking of whom...

“I made us some smoothies!”

Taylor roused enough to look her way, and watched with no small interest as the gorgeous blonde strolled over to the hot tub completely naked, blonde and blue-green hair tied up in a bun, and a pineapple festooned with straws and little umbrellas in each hand.

Even with her eyes as-ever closed, Lucoa had no problem deftly stepping down into the tub and wading through the foaming water, pressing a pineapple into her summoner’s hands before turning and parking her backside right next to the brunette’s, leaning into her with a contented sigh.

Absently draping her free arm over Lucoa’s shoulders, Taylor fumbled the straw into her mouth.  When she eventually managed it, she took a long sip and hummed in approval.

“You like it?”  Lucoa beamed, taking a sip of her own.  “It’s pineapple and banana.”

“Mhm.  You’ll have to show me how to make these, they’re pretty good.”

“Sure!  They’ll be even better once my crops have grown, and we can make them with real fruit instead of conjured replicas.”  The ex-goddess gave her drink a stir with her straw before popping it into her mouth, and for a few minutes the two of them drank their smoothies in companionable silence.

Finishing her beverage with a noisy slurp, Taylor tilted the pineapple cup to confirm that it was indeed empty, before flicking the spikey husk out of existence and letting her head tilt back again with a soft groan.

“I didn’t miss anything, did I?”  Lucoa asked with obvious concern.

“No, no… just remembering the horror.”  The wizard grumbled under her breath when her companion giggled in response.  “... be honest; how bad was I?”

“Oh, you were terrible.”  Lucoa admitted, cheerful again.  “But the important thing is that you kept at it, and didn’t just give up in the first five minutes.”

Taylor groaned again, rubbing her forehead with her free hand.  “...I need so much training.”

“Hey now, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”  The horned woman chided gently, slipping out from under Taylor’s arm and kneeling over Taylor’s lap so they were face to face, with her huge, water-slick breasts mashing into Taylor’s vastly more modest chest.  “It’s incredibly rare that someone can just decide that they’re going to be a superhero, and go out and start punching villains the very next day.  Taking some time to get yourself ready is just sensible… even Batman spent more than ten years training all over the world before he started swooping around the streets of Gotham.”

Taylor forcibly yanked her eyes away from Lucoa’s cleavage to frown up at her face in confusion.  “Batman?  I think I remember him… isn’t he from that Cape cartoon from the nineties?  And there was that movie in the eighties?”

Lucoa finished slurping the last of her own smoothie before answering.  “Oh, he’s fictional in this universe?  That’s a shame; he’s always such a fantastic hero.”

Any existential crises that line of discussion may have induced were immediately derailed as the blonde upended her pineapple cup over her open mouth to catch the last of her beverage, only for a handful of thick drops to miss her outstretched tongue and land heavily across her enormous rack, right in front of Taylor’s eyes.  The splotches of pale yellow frozen drink oozing slowly over flawless curves were begging to be licked up, but she couldn’t help worrying that might be just a step too far, even taking into account how carefree Lucoa was about… everything.

A finger under Taylor’s chin tipped her head up until she was looking into Lucoa’s barely-open mismatched eyes.  The vastly older woman’s smile was definitely… not as innocent as it usually was.

“Help yourself.”  The ex-goddess offered cheerfully.

‘...well then…’  The wizard’s head darted down to lap up a blob of smoothie that was threatening to plummet into the hot tub, then she slowly dragged her tongue back the way it came, around the edge of a rosy areola to the upper slope of the literally divine breast, where the drop had first landed.  Swallowing the morsel, Taylor immediately went hunting for more, lapping up the droplets sprinkled across Lucoa’s tits, before burying her face in the ex-goddess’ peerless cleavage in search of the few remaining strays that had disappeared into the depths.

When she finally came up for air, inhaling deeply, the young wizard’s face was flushed from something a great deal more than just the heat of the water she and her giggling familiar were sitting in.

“Have fun in there?”  Lucoa teased.

“Uh…”  Taylor stammered, looking anywhere but at the ex-goddess straddling her legs.  “... you… were saying something about Batman?”

“We did get a little sidetracked, didn’t we?”  The blonde hummed, absently leaning into her summoner and draping her arms around Taylor’s neck, almost smothering the teen all over again.  “Now, I don’t think you’ll need ten whole years of training before you go out crimefighting; you’ve got magic, and a familiar to watch your back.  But taking a couple of months to get ready wouldn’t hurt.”

Underneath the ex-goddess, Taylor made a vaguely affirmative noise as she struggled not to spontaneously combust.

“Your magic lessons are coming along wonderfully, though we could put more emphasis on combat spells.”  Lucoa pondered, tapping her chin thoughtfully.  “You’ve been running every day for weeks now, and we can make wrestling practice a regular thing.  But it couldn’t hurt to add more full-body exercises to your routine.”

“So… swimming?”  Lucoa’s summoner ventured, staying focussed with some effort.

“That’s one option.”  The blonde nodded, her smile widening as she leaned back a little and raised a hand.  “But I was thinking of something a little more… fun .”

Taylor looked up curiously as a glowing ring of purple runes flashed into being above her head, and even managed to translate a few of the symbols in an attempt to figure out what the spell was going to do, before the ring swept down around her at Lucoa’s urging, disappearing under the water in a blink.  A startled yelp erupted from the wizard’s throat as the spell did its work, and her legs violently jerked apart in her shock, sending the ex-goddess straddling them tumbling back into Taylor.

“Oops.”  Lucoa giggled, steadying herself.

Wide-eyed, probably more so than at any other time in her life, Taylor stared incredulously at her smiling familiar.  Eventually though, she asked the question she already knew full well the answer to.  “What… did you just do?”

The blonde cocked her head playfully.  “You can’t tell?”

She could tell, as a matter of fact.  Perfectly well.  There were muscles she’d never had before that moved something else she’d never had before when she tensed them experimentally.  Blood rushing to a place that hadn’t previously existed on her body mere moments ago, making flesh stiffen and throb almost painfully.  The bubbling water of the hot tub was flowing over and teasing the aforementioned stiffened flesh in ways that really weren’t helping her concentration at all.

“Let me rephrase that… why did you give me a…”  Taylor groped for a word.  “...dick?”

“I was going to suggest we have sex.”  The blonde explained cheerfully, but not particularly helpfully.  “Hopefully a lot of it.  It’s a lot of fun, and a great workout; it really gets your heart pumping!”

Judging by the heat in her cheeks, Taylor guessed that by now the blood in her body was split almost fifty-fifty between her new organ and her face.  “Okay… but I don’t see why that means I have to have a dick.  I’m fairly certain two girls can have sex without one.”

“They can!  And that’s a lot of fun, too… but I really do like being on the receiving end of one of these.”  Lucoa wiggled in Taylor’s lap, her smile widening into something approaching a leer as several metaphorical fuses in the brunette’s brain were strained almost to popping point.  “How about it?  Want to give it a try?”

If the past month of living on a tropical island paradise with a perpetually cheerful and affectionate deity with a peerless body and precisely zero shame had taught Taylor anything, it was that she was absolutely willing to make mad, passionate love to the blonde woman if asked.  Even having an apparently fully-functional penis magically slapped onto her body, surprising as that was, was far from a deal-breaker.

That didn’t stop Taylor from freezing up like a red-faced deer in the headlights of an oncoming truck when actually asked though, before managing a jerky nod and a high-pitched hum of agreement through a tremendous act of willpower.

Beaming, Lucoa mashed her abundant curves back into Taylor’s much leaner form and planted a kiss square on her lips.  Hardly the first smooch she’d laid on her young summoner; Taylor had long since gotten used to receiving friendly kisses first on the cheeks, then later on the lips, for everything from waking up in the morning to performing well in her magic lessons.  Though those had never had so much in the way of… well…

‘T-tongue…’  The things the ex-goddess’ tongue was doing in Taylor’s mouth had her eyes rolling back behind her eyelids, her arms clutching the blonde tighter, and her toes curling deep under the water.  The fingers combing through her hair snagged her attention though, and dragged her back to some semblance of sense… enough, at least, to realize she wasn’t anywhere near making the most of this golden opportunity.

It was Lucoa’s turn to squeak delightedly, as the teenager’s hands slid down her smooth back and grabbed two great handfuls of her bountiful ass.  Her lips parted from Taylor’s with a wet pop and whine of protest from her young soon-to-be lover, but the ex-goddess just beamed as she licked up the saliva dripping down her chin.  “You didn’t get enough of my backside after all those times I asked you to rub suntan lotion into it?”

“God, no.”  Taylor panted, reverently kneading the plush flesh in her hands.

“Hmm… so I guess you’ll be just as eager to help me rub lotion on my front too, from now on?”  The ex-goddess playfully pondered.

Given the way she bucked her hips, squeezed Lucoa’s rump harder, and groaned into the blonde’s cleavage, the young wizard beneath her obviously found that idea very agreeable indeed.

For uncounted minutes, Taylor luxuriated in having unrestricted access to her familiar’s lush, flawless body.  Running her hands all over thick thighs, wide hips, and big round ass, while licking and peppering kisses all over the enormous breasts being offered to her, before opening her mouth wide to engulf a plump pink nipple and the surrounding areola, inhaling as much as she could even as she mashed her face into the huge breast and grinned internally at the pleased moans the blonde was making over her head.

Eventually though, a pair of hands resting on her shoulders and giving them a firm squeeze grabbed Taylor’s attention, and she glanced up at Lucoa’s lightly-flushed face to see the blonde smiling down at her more than a little eagerly.

With her summoner looking up at her curiously, Lucoa began to slowly lift herself up out of the water, leaning forward as she went, and giggling as Taylor squawked in protest as the smothering mass of her boobs rolled up her face and turned potentially suffocating.

It took both of Taylor’s hands slipping from Lucoa’s hips and grasping her heavy tits to restore the young wizard’s ability to breathe and even see a little, and once her view was somewhat clear she was more than a little surprised at just how far Lucoa had lifted herself up out of Taylor’s lap…not to mention the fact that, judging by what she was feeling beneath the water, the blonde still wasn’t quite high enough to… to get started.

“How big did you make… me?!”  The brunette choked faintly in shock.

“Oh… it’s on the big side… but not TOO big.”  Lucoa insisted absently, as she leaned forward a little more so she could reach down and grab the object of their discussion.  “I’ve seen plenty of humans with bigger.”

Despite shuddering from head to toe as Lucoa’s slim fingers got a firm grip on her new appendage, Taylor couldn’t help pointing out-  “...a-aren’t you from some crazy high-fantasy world with clans of nine foot tall barbarian warriors running around?”

“...yes?”  The horned blonde seemed to genuinely consider the question a non-sequitur, but after a few seconds she shrugged it off and rose just that little bit higher.  High enough for Taylor’s new cock to finally slip between Lucoa’s thick thighs and, with the ex-goddess’ hand guiding it, settle firmly against the hot, slick, impossibly snug entrance to her body.

“Ready, Taylor?”

Craning her neck to look past the mountain of mammaries between them, Taylor found her familiar gazing down at her with her blue and green eye open and an unusually serious expression on her face.  A serious enough expression that Taylor gave the question some real thought.  WAS she ready to lose her virginity in such an outlandish fashion?

“...yeah.  Yeah, I’m ready.”

Lucoa’s eye closed and the seriousness evaporated, her usual smile returning as the blonde started to slowly lower herself back down, putting a steadily growing pressure on the erection beneath her.

Despite how incredibly hard said erection was though, some combination of its sheer size and Lucoa’s literally divine body meant that Taylor was starting to worry her dick would give way before Lucoa’s pussy did.  She’d never before now considered what would happen if an erect penis was forced to bend, but for a few terrifying moments the image elbowed its way into her head…before being forcibly ejected back out again with an immense gasp of relief and pleasure as, with a little wiggle of her wide hips, Lucoa’s body finally let Taylor in.

“Oh, FUCK!”

The pleasure she was getting from just the fat tip of her cock being wedged into her Patron was more than Taylor could even conceive of.  Certainly, the continued ability to see and breathe was less important than letting the blonde’s boobs blind and smother her again, dropping her hands back to Lucoa’s hips and trying to hurry things along a shade.

Sadly for her, her recent exercise regimen alone wasn’t enough to meaningfully close the gap between her puny human self and a dragon, and Lucoa proceeded to descend at her own pace.  Gasping and cooing, wiggling and squirming, even bouncing a little, all to help the long, fat, veiny prick she’d gifted Taylor with gouge its way deeper and deeper into her lush body.

With one final contented sigh, Lucoa settled her large backside back onto Taylor’s lap, leaving her completely stuffed full of her summoner’s dick.  “Ahh… a perfect fit, don’t you think?”

Taylor’s wide, dark eyes flashed to a bright purple.

With a surprisingly ferocious growl, the wiry teen forced herself up from her seat and to her feet, hefting the heavier woman up with her and holding her aloft with a death grip on her round ass…not to mention the huge cock skewering her.

Happily surprised by the turn of events, Lucoa didn’t protest in the slightest.  She just wrapped her arms and legs around Taylor’s neck and waist and licked her lips in anticipation.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Once Taylor was certain of her footing in the waist-deep water, she lifted her familiar barely an inch up the length of her cock…before driving her back down, meeting the descending goddess with a buck of her hips.  Then she did it again.

And again.

And again.

Steadily, she lifted Lucoa higher and higher, until fully half of her throbbing shaft was being withdrawn from that divine pussy with every lift, and the tremendous crash of Lucoa’s big backside being slammed back down into the bubbling water was sending waves everywhere.

Taylor couldn’t keep it up forever, though.  The familiar burn of divine power being used to enhance her all-too-mortal body was starting to catch up to her, and the unfamiliar tension building up in her newly gifted dick and the heavy nuts beneath had long overtaken it and was quickly becoming almost unbearable.

Not that either of those things stopped her from fucking her Patron as hard and as fast as she could… but she could definitely tell she was on the home stretch, and she shared that knowledge through gritted teeth.  “L-Lucoa… I think… I think I’m gonna…”

Lucoa grabbed her head with both hands, and planted her full lips squarely on Taylor’s mouth.

That did the trick.

The young wizard fairly screamed into the ex-goddess’ mouth with the intensity of her orgasm, her fat balls seeming to heave as the first of many thick loads of cum rushed up her long shaft and poured deep into Lucoa’s body.  Her eyes glowed brighter as she called on more of Lucoa’s power, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as possible by forcing her protesting muscles to keep bouncing the bombshell babe on her cock.

All good things come to an end, however, and the purple glow in Taylor’s eyes faded away as her orgasm finally began to wind down, and the lack of divine reinforcement coupled with her orgasm-weakened legs meant it was a minor miracle that she was able to stumble back and flop into her previous seat without dropping her partner, rather then just drop straight down into the depths of the hottub and risk drowning… well, probably just herself, to be honest.

With a groan, Taylor lolled her head back and went almost completely limp in her seat, letting the bubbling water soothe her sore muscles all over again.  And again, it was… mostly … Lucoa’s fault.

She didn’t loosen her grip on Lucoa’s ass, though…she wasn’t dead yet.

“Fuuuuck, that was… something.  Amazing.”

“I told you it was fun!”  Lucoa beamed, leaning forward to gently mash her curvy body into Taylor’s and press another kiss to her lips, before adopting a devilish little leer that Taylor could just hear in her voice.  “Want to do it again?”

A brief feeling of impending doom washed over Taylor, before she shrugged it off.  There were worse ways to go, after all.  “... just… give me five minutes to catch my breath.”

Sophia

Friday, 7th January 2011

There was something strangely thrilling about taking to the rooftops of Brockton Bay outside of costume.

‘What’s the word… nostalgic, too.’  Sophia huffed a quiet laugh to herself as she launched herself off of a small apartment block and shifted into her shadow state, drifting across an empty street to land on a dilapidated garage.  ‘Doing things old-school.’

No crossbows, no body armor, no tinkertech mask.  Just some dark clothes to let her blend into the plentiful nighttime shadows, and a ski mask on the off chance she passed any cameras as she leapt from rooftop to rooftop.

Not that there was ordinarily much risk of that in the Docks, but you never knew when Uber and Leet would be screwing around, filming one of their livestreams for an audience of thousands of other losers with nothing better to do with their evening than watch two idiots fail.

Spotting the familiar lines of Winslow High in the distance, the Ward shook away the pointless musings and got back on track, vaulting across the city skyline towards Winslow’s not-so-hallowed halls, taking a wide loop around the school grounds until she found the street she was looking for.

Fishing a wad of paper and small flashlight out of the lower pockets of her cargo pants, Sophia unfolded the printed-out map Emma had handed her earlier in the day and held it under the light, double-checking the route she had to take to reach her target’s house.  Once she was sure she knew where she was going, she clicked the flashlight off and stuffed both it and the map carelessly back into her pockets, before resuming her trek through the frigid night air.

Even as early in the evening as it was, the streets she passed by and ghosted over were empty save for the occasional red and green clad thugs smoking around a beat-up car or spray painting their gang tags along a wall.  Ordinarily Sophia might have taken a minute or two to put the fear of god into them, but tonight she was on a mission.

Still, she made a note to swing by the area in costume sometime to break a few bones.

Soon enough the almost uniform concrete blocks of businesses gave way to the sloped roofs of houses, and Sophia slowed her pace a little to keep from kicking too many tiles loose as she launched herself from one roof to the next.  Even at her slowed pace, it only took a few more minutes of ghosting from house to house for her to reach what she was pretty sure was the right street.

A small pair of binoculars were pulled from an inner pocket of her coat, and Sophia trained them on the sign at the end of the road, nodding to herself when she found the name she was looking for.  Then they were slowly swept down the row of houses, the Ward twisting the focussing dial as she tried to make out house numbers in the dim illumination provided by the flickering street lights.

‘...there.’  A house with pale walls, the exact color impossible to guess at given the dim light, had the number she was after on its letter box.  ‘No car in the driveway, but the lights are on…she must be home.’

Tucking the binoculars away, Sophia gave the surrounding roads and yards a quick looking-over to make sure there weren’t any witnesses, before launching herself off of her perch.  Her smoky Breaker form soared towards the row of houses opposite the one she was hoping to spy on, before at the last moment she changed back to flesh-and-blood, her sneakers hitting the roof with a grinding of shifting tiles.

For breathless moments Sophia stood perfectly still, her ears straining to catch any noises from the house beneath her.  When it seemed like her trespass had gone unnoticed, she relaxed and began creeping across the roof, keeping the peak of the roof between herself and the far side of the street.

Just like that, she made her way across one rooftop after another, down the length of the street, until at last she was directly opposite Hebert’s house.

Taking a quick glance over the ridge to make sure she was, in fact, in position to spy on the correct house, Sophia ducked back down behind the roof, pulling her ski mask up as she fished her phone out of her pocket.  Licking her gloved finger, she quickly unlocked the phone and brought up her small list of contacts, picking the only one worth a damn to her.

Almost as soon as the dial tone had started buzzing, the call was answered.  “Sophia?”

“Hey Emma, I’m in position.”  The Ward’s voice was barely louder than a whisper.

“Great… you didn’t have any trouble finding the place?”  The redhead on the other end of the call asked curiously.

“No, the map was nice and clear.  It’s a gray house, right?”

“Pale blue last I saw, but I guess it would look gray at night.”  Emma confirmed.

Inching back up to peek over the ridge at Hebert’s house studied it intently.  “No handy neon signs saying ‘A Master Lives Here’ anywhere… hm.”

“‘Hm’?”

“Just a sec.”  Digging out her binoculars with her free hand, Sophia raised them to her face and swept them up and down the street, spotting numerous window frames filled with plywood instead of glass.  “...Hebert’s house is the only one I can see that doesn’t have at least one busted window.”

“Okay?”

Sophia continued, looking carefully over the entire house opposite her.  “No missing tiles on the roof… no rusted-through gutters, no broken boards or peeling paint… compared to every other house on the street, hers looks almost new.”

“Her Dad is supposed to be a pretty big deal with the Dockworker’s Union.”  Noted the redhead.  “Maybe they can just afford to keep up with the maintenance.  It’s not like it’s a big house to look after.”

“Maybe.”  Shadow Stalker conceded slowly, rolling around another idea in her head.  “...her locker was spotless too, though.  Almost like new.”

“So… she’s a Master with super house-keeping powers?”

“I don’t fucking know…”  Sophia groaned in frustration, rolling her eyes at the half-joke, before a shadow passing across the light spilling onto Hebert’s front lawn snagged her attention.  “Looks like someone’s in the front room.”

“That’s the lounge room.”  Emma clarified helpfully.

“Right… damn it, I don’t have a good angle from up here.”  Sophia cursed, looking down the slope of the roof she was hiding on.  “...hang on a second, I’m going to move into a better position.”

Shoving the phone into her pocket, Sophia climbed over the peak of the rooftop and slid carefully down the front side of the house, tucking neatly into the valley between the garage and the rest of the building.  Digging her phone back out, Sophia held both it and her binoculars back up to her head.  “Okay, I can see in, now.  Looks like Hebert’s watching tv.  Weird.”

“What’s weird about that?”

“That’s not what’s weird, it’s just… nothing, forget it.”

“Come on Sophia, what’s weird?”

Sophia chewed her lip.  “...I guess I’ve never seen her so… relaxed.  Just chilling out.”

“...yeah… well…”

An awkward silence stretched on for a long minute, Sophia watching their long-time victim watching tv, until an unfamiliar figure stepped into the lounge room and sent Sophia’s jaw slowly dropping.  “Holy shit.”

“What?  What’s she doing?”  Emma demanded eagerly.

“Not Hebert, there’s some other woman in the house I’ve never seen before… and trust me, if I’d seen her before, I’d fucking remember.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think Glory Girl, but a couple of years older and with somehow even more tits and ass.”  Sophia awkwardly adjusted her binoculars with one hand to try and zoom in a little more on the woman in question, who was setting a bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table and flopping onto the couch, bouncing in ways that left Sophia’s face flushing in the chill night air.  “...god damn… Hebert may be a loser, but if her dad is banging that on the regular, then he must have something going for him.”

“Ugh… good for him, I guess.”  Emma muttered distastefully.  “...you’ve gotta be exaggerating, though.”

“The fuck I am!”  Sophia scoffed, eyes still trained on the cozy scene across the street.  “If my phone wasn’t a piece of shit I’d take a picture, but trust me, that bimbo is… making out with Hebert.”

“...what?”

Dazedly, Sophia repeated her observation.  “Yeah, the bimbo’s just… climbed onto Hebert’s lap, and they’re making out.”

“Mister Hebert and his bimbo are making out right in front of his daughter?  Gross.”  The redhead’s distaste has turned to outright disgust at that thought.

Still not quite believing what the fuck she was witnessing, Sophia absently clarified the situation to her best friend, while her eyes stayed glued to the show.  “Not Mister Hebert.  I don’t even think he’s home; there’s no car out the front.  I mean Taylor.  Taylor and the bimbo are making out on the couch.”

“...WHAT!?”

The piercing scream of outrage directly into her ear snapped Sophia out of her daze and made her almost literally jump in fright, her phone slipping out of her gloved hand.  She grabbed desperately for it, but it clattered down the sloped tiles, banged noisily off of the metal gutter, and tumbled off of the roof and to the ground below, Emma’s shrill protests ringing out from it all the way down.

Sophia could only stare at the edge of the roof in dismay, until a bellow of ‘fucking raccoons!’ and the sound of loud rummaging from the house beneath her lit a fire under her ass.  She dove off the roof, slowing her fall with judicious application of her powers, snatched up her still-squawking phone, then dashed across the yard in a low crouch before diving through the fence in a puff of dark smoke.

Crouched on the half-dead lawn on the other side, ear ringing and heart thumping wildly, Sophia stared wide-eyed at the phone in her hand, Emma yelling something like ‘she can’t do that!’ before Sophia abruptly killed the call, then switched the device off entirely for good measure before stuffing it into her pocket.

That done, the Ward slumped back against the fence, breathing as quietly as she could while waiting until Hebert’s neighbor stopped charging around his yard hunting for non-existent raccoons, for the ringing in her ear to fade, and for her heart rate to settle down a bit.

Once the irate, grumbling man stomped back inside and slammed his front door shut, Sophia shifted herself up into a crouch, before shuffling down the length of the fence.  Peeking around it, she sighed in annoyance when she discovered that the curtains over Hebert’s lounge room window had been drawn closed, blocking off the show entirely.

“Well… fuck.”