Chapter 899 - 11

There had to be some ordinance on sound levels. People nearby were showing similar hearing issues, cradling their ears. This moron had deafened half the people here.

The parking lot began to stir, a half hundred people out for their daily needs dialed up into alertness like they'd all done drills. Ready to run or already running. Steam guy was tearing out of the lot behind mech moron and many more were gunning to follow.

Given what the last few months had been like for the Bay they had to be expecting fireworks.

But some twats were staying put, phones out and faces anticipatory.

Who even the fuck was this guy? I couldn't see shit. This fat, leggy, squat thing had more guns than sense because that cockpit was entirely tinted out.

And fuck it, staring like fourteen feet up was making my neck pinch.

Even breaths. Don't say anything I want to because this weirdo might do something dumb.

"We are short on time-"

I cut off his wavering uncertainty.

"Then why are you here?"

By grit and clenched teeth I kept my voice calm, if tense. I sounded off through the ringing, my own supernatural echo distant.

His machine didn't move, didn't show any sign of response.

This wasn't a good thing no matter how I figured. And my mind was spinning up possibilities.

Were things really desperate enough that he wanted to ask a random woman for help? Why? A hero should be running to the crisis and have backup options prepared. The police had fucking phones. Did he just conveniently spot me leaving and say 'oh, they can help!'? People hadn't been staring skyward so he must have come over after we left. But that was absurdly convenient and concerningly impulsive. He'd have to have been staring down at the parking lot while rushing wherever the fuck he was going. Or did he see us go in and wait almost twenty minutes for us to come out? That would be far worse.

There was no answer that made a sound situation.

"Because a clash is about to happen!" And the heroic lilt returned worse. "I need aid. My tinker tech is no good if they get inside a small enough space."

"So ask the police? Or the PRT? They're that way."

I pointed lamely further downtown. From a flying altitude he couldn't have missed that huge fortress of glass.

His loudspeaker went silent.

Madison slid closer to me. A bit at a time. She was rod straight. A bunny ready to pick me up and bolt.

Shadow escape was still an option. That was tempting. Really tempting. But his lack of apology, his silence when asked basic questions, all concerned me.

He seemed like just the sort of idiot to do something impulsive and damn the consequences. Because he just had. On fucking camera.

Maybe he'd never use those weapons on us. But nothing this cape had done demonstrated good judgment. Or honesty. He felt fake as hell.

This whole situation was just too stinky. Not including the oil that reeked from his machine.

Between cops, organized and dedicated alphabet agency heroes, and the indie scene, he'd picked strangers on the side walk. The fuck.

At least my hearing was coming back. Maybe enough time would see it all clear out.

"People are at risk-"he began again. But something else came.

My ears swiveled. Foot falls. Two pairs, jogging lightly.

The news crew. I'd forgotten. A lanky cameraman followed a pantsuit at full march. Whoever she was her eyes were blazing with opportunity.

"Veronica Rain with Channel 13 news! Is it true that a villain is conspiring to attack a shelter? Can you tell us which one?"

That little hand microphone in no way got near that loud speaker but damn did she somehow not look stupid holding it out. Pure confidence, maybe?

Either way this could be our chance to get the fuck away from this weirdo.

Mech boy took a moment to respond. "Y-yes that's right. I, Titan, am on my way to intervene. It's on Old Oak Avenue."

"Yet you spend time here, do you know each other?"

"No."

She turned my way because I'd blurted that out. Microphone held down to my face.

That camera was centered on me now. Hairs on the back of my neck rose.

I was too damn hungry for this but I grit on. In no world did I want to be assumed affiliated with this idiot.

"I don't know him at all. I was just buying groceries when this started. My ears are still ringing."

Mr. Guilty Party up there didn't take the opening to apologize.

News Lady didn't cut me a break, either.

"And ma'am, what do you intend to do? You've been creating quite a stir since yesterday. The people are concerned about what your powers do. Is your voice related?"

What? I reeled. "No, I just sound like this." That bought me some moments to think.

I caught Madison's eye but she shrugged, as baffled as me.

That… had to be the clips people filmed? Whatever. Obviously some would be posted online. I didn't want to think about that. My stomach was aching, this massive robot had me worried about our safety, and now I was being fucking interviewed.

"Are you sure about that," Lady, would you be talking to me if you thought my voice was dangerous?

"Yes. The PRT tested everything. The last thing I want to do is hurt anyone."

And the next question was fired before I even had a chance to breath.

"So what do you intend to do about this supposed impending attack?"

The urge to run was overwhelming. Yet I held on hope I could get us out of this by just being a reasonable person.

"People should call the PRT. I'm just a woman trying to buy food."

"And no comment on the people's curiosity? Numerous cape sites have all been frothing to know what you can do."

"What's there to say. I didn't even know it was happening-"

I jumped. Fingers found mine. I held Madison's hand tightly. Our bags brushed together.

"We must go soon! I do not know when my Nemesis will strike!"

The reporter's keen gaze wavered but that brief flick of indignant disbelief passed. "How did you come by this plot? A past encounter? Are even more capes flooding into the Bay?"

"I- There is no time to talk about this!" Yeah he was sounding pressed. Not fun is it, you fucking pest!

"Then we won't keep you. Even independent heroes should be allowed to help the Bay."

That massive machine turned my way. I did not fume. But it was close.

"This whole situation is weird to me, sir." And I ground that sir out like a polite shield. "Does a firefighter ask for a bystander to charge into the burning building with them? I'm not trained. I'm not a cape. I am just here for groceries. Good luck."

With that I turned and started away. Walking with as much speed as wasn't still technically running. Madison was a keen to escape this as I was.

"Wait! We have more questions!"

Like fuck we were sticking around, lady. The two of us beat it the hell out of there, getting back to the street.

Meanwhile that robo guy didn't follow.

A PRT van raced past us on the way out of the lot, no siren or lights.

Fire reignited. I ducked my ears low in fear. That roar was still painful at a distance but the ringing did not get worse.

I spared a look back.

A snappily dressed PRT type had hopped out with a couple of troops. Hardly enough to respond to trouble. Maybe all they had on hand to respond within distance? They didn't seem pleased that he'd run off.

"That is where Old Oak is."

"Hm?" I looked up alongside Madison. That metal lump was picking up speed. Where did it even have the fuel for that?

"He's flying to Old Oak. Maybe he was just an awkward type? But I was getting bad vibes. That forced voice. Him blasting our ears out."

I gave emphatic nods. "Yeah. Me too. Why was he even here? We'd been outside for like fifteen seconds. Either that was a total freak coincidence or something else was up."

Madison squeezed my hand again. "I hope it was nothing."

"Yeah. I hope so, too."

Having only hope to go by was not assuring.

Nothing had gone wrong, per se. No attack. No powered confrontation. No weird cape shit.

But all of the stress was enough to begrudge this incident. That mecha dude had spoiled an already sour outing.

"I should have said something- but I didn't know what." Madison's words were quiet yet frustrated. "I was scared but its not like you weren't, too."

Hugging with groceries was hard but I did my best anyway.

"I don't know if that would have helped. He was in a giant robot. Who wouldn't be scared."

Madison leaned into me and sniffed a bit. But we parted because people were still around.

Getting out of here couldn't happen fast enough.

"Where does he even hide that? You can't fit that machine in a garage, let alone sneak it past your neighbors."

I wanted to just shrug and stop thinking about the guy, but that question hooked into my noggin. And talking to Madison about anything was nice. She could be trying to get my mind out of that moment. "Maybe he's got some underwater Power Rangers launch thing? At least that would be cool."

"Yeah! But there's no way he has money for that, unless he's like some old money guy who repurposed his yacht with his new tinker powers to be his mobile lab."

I took that brain worm in, then recalled what snippets of fan fics Madison had been sharing the whole way here. Back when the mood was positive and hungry. "So just like your sex-powered multi series? But the giant robot is ungendered?"

"It could happen!" Madison asserted. "My writing is selectively grounded in reality."

"Some of it, maybe. This planet is crazy enough for it."

"Crazy enough for a furry to bone a jumbo dicked short stack."

"Madison!"

That flush stuck all of the way home. But her point was made.

Cape crap had some positives. A few.

But I'd make sure to ask the PRT about this incompetent roleplayer as soon as I had the chance.

And now I had to find out what people were saying about me online, just to be prepared.

I held Madison's hand a bit tighter. Next time I wouldn't hesitate and fear what-ifs. Wouldn't freeze in a crisis because protecting ourselves might be more hassle down the road.

I'd Shadow up and get out of there. Explaining things to the PRT after would be better than staying near any cape crap.

"'I would pet those ears all day! How does she just look so grumpy when she's got those great big fluffy ears!' Another for the fluffy ear camp."

"So another person who's just being sort of appreciative."

"Probably would love to have our animal swag," Madison preened. "And there's another one. A lot of closet furries in these comments."

She'd spent most of breakfast picking out choice responses to threads about yesterday's excursion. Converting comments, was what Madison called it. Learning how to take what was good from what people said and let the rest run off my back. Or mock in return. If they were going to talk about us then turn about was fair play.

Madison's ploy to inoculate me to the moment by poking fun at the people stalking paparazzi shots of me was only sort of working. Instead of dreading things with a frown I was now dreading with a lightly humored smile.

My hunger had persisted despite butterflies occupying the same space. But it wasn't because of the comments. No, it was what everything was adding up to.

We'd missed the flood of PHO comments all yesterday by being happy people who didn't google themselves.

And thanks to me giving Madison cause for an extended break from her usual PHO binging, apparently. She was a proud regular of the forum culture.

I busied myself with the spatula, another pancake flopped in the pan.

Cooking these one at a time was tedious but desperate times. A griddle was a luxury item.

"…and another comment on your skirt. Followed by like… five more comments of speculation on your ass size. Again. And deleted by moderation. Again. That makes almost three pages between those three accounts. They have to be some really desperate guys. I think I've seen ToughBuff frequent Narwhal threads. Her fans tend to have one expectation on their mind. Probably the only thought they can sustain without forgetting how to breath."

Madison shared a knowing and humored look with me.

"Yeah." I said a bit unsurely. "Desperate. Sorry, this is still weird to me."

Laughing at them did make me feel a bit better, in a tit for tat kinda way. It wasn't a solution but this bonding over shared disgust was… kinda nice? Something to take back from what we never asked for.

She was trying for me and that meant more.

I flipped my pancake and Shadow moved me along to butter the pan and pour out more batter. If I was just standing I could easily burn a tit trying to lean over this stove even slightly. I'd be flipping pancakes with my elbow up to shoulder height.

Each pancake was consumed well before the next was finished cooking. Madison had gone with two big ones. Maybe a dozen would be enough for my tummy. I was nine deep already. Some blueberries would have been good filling but chocolate chips were more convenient. And affordable. Fresh fruit was scarce and not shelf friendly enough to be getting stocked enough for everyone who wanted them. The broccoli and carrots that I'd managed to get were not pancake material.

"What you need is to see that they're more intimidated of you than you are of them!"

My ears followed my uncertain head tilt.

"I don't know if I'd say intimidated. More like repulsed? Not happy to be involved?"

"Well yeah. But they're still intimidated. And they could be more intimidated by confidence." Madison's fire slowed. "Emma would have explained this better. She worded it so clearly, how to just put yourself above the opinions of the masses and only let in what helps you."

I didn't really disagree, it just wasn't the main issue. Putting my feelings to words took some quiet, which Madison gave me. "It's not their opinions which bother me. It's the frustration of being in the public eye and there's no opting out of that now. By breathing in public we're too interesting to be left alone."

Madisson rocked a bit, lips tight as she strained to say something. She'd also been there. And some of the comments she was glancing past must be about her. If people were drooling over me then they'd surely like Madison too.

She could be getting just as much attention as I was itching to be rid of.

"Are you handling it alright? You've been worried a lot about me but you're getting a lot of their weird comments too, right?"

"Oh me? I cosplay a lot. I'm used to rude and entitled men saying I should have been more their type or whatever. I don't like it but I don't want to stop cosplaying so I toughened up to it."

"Oh. Well. That's good. That you're still doing what you love."

I didn't know if I should be proud of her or scared of going through enough of this to just shoulder through it all. My shoulders were fucking tiny.

Brushing it all off sounded nice. Similar to how flying sounded nice. Or maybe how owning a house sounded nice. Something that wouldn't happen for a long fucking time but would still be nice if it ever did.

"Some more power speculation. Lots of concerns about what your 'weird shadow' does."

"Now that's still reasonable. Powers are scary."

"And your fluffy ears are cute!"

"And yours," I managed to say, again finding escape in my cooking. I'd get this one a bit less browned.

Why did this of all things make my cheeks heat up? After all of yesterday evening.

"You really aren't used to compliments. Maybe flattering you more would help with all of the attention?"

"I guess." She wasn't necessarily wrong, but I was too overwhelmed to stomach confronting a personal weakness right now. And there were a lot of other layers to my dread for this turn of events. "But a lot of these comments aren't compliments. A compliment is meant to be uplifting or encouraging. These weirdoes just say 'Woman meets my sexable check' and a bunch of other guys go 'yahuh yahuh yahuh'."

I teethed some pancake free to chew through my distaste.

Attraction. Attraction was fine. How these lugs expressed it was where they fucked up. I clearly wasn't in their consideration whatsoever. Just a convenient vector for their ritual masturbatory bonding. They couldn't see the difference in a pinup taken to receive lustful gazes and an unsolicited photo of a stranger. Not a thought for the very person they claimed to praise. Some of them even preferred that because it was the only 'power' they'd ever have.

And even that wasn't the real crux of why I was bothered so. Their behavior was hardly new, just newly pointed at me. A casualty of the real problem.

These fifteen minutes of fame couldn't evaporate fast enough.

"They do sound like that!" Madison laughed. "Where did you get that impression?"

My ears rose a bit, before I got self-conscious again and shrugged lamely. "I dunno, some oldie cartoon. Probably some cave man from some show."

Madison gave it a go with cute grunting boyish impression. "'Grug likes fat ass. Grug use internet to ensure others know ass is fat.'"

An ugly snort breached my glum mood. Madison was only encouraged.

"'Grug want know if goth stack wants procreate with Grug's superior genes.'"

Pancake bits broke past my stubbornly pressed lips and was caught by a frantic hand. "Stooop." I pled and swallowed. "A cave man wouldn't know the word procreate."

"'Grug want mating press breeding sex!'"

I almost choked on that laugh. I raised my spatula in mock threat. Madison held her hands up and composed herself.

"Grug would like to apologize for his cave tweets. He is not himself during bonfire peer pressure.'"

"Grug needs to finish her pancakes so she can be asked to mating press."

Madison made her most enthused man grunts yet then simmered down. "I didn't think you'd be in the mood."

"I am kinda glum. But I also want to be happy. I'll cope until I'm ready to start dealing. I'd rather spend time with you than turn over this topic anymore."

Yet something in Madison's accepting hum was hesitant, weighted.

"What is it? If you don't want to have a few rounds then that's more than fine." I should have asked earlier instead of assuming. Expecting her to be interested at all times was inconsiderate and rude. I'd gotten pretty used to beating this dick off before tasting the rich life. I could handle going back. I'd just been looking forward-

"No no. Sex is good! I've been thinking about it all morning. It's- there's more online. I was hoping to ease you into it more gently. But you deserve to know."

At once I knew what she could be alluding to. Something I'd been doing my best to keep from my mind. There were so many witnesses that my hopes had been long shots from the start.

But I'd wanted to live in that peaceful ignorance for even a moment longer.

"The robot. When he landed."

Madison nodded, just barely.

"They got pictures. Of everything."

She turned her phone around, with a consolatory strained smile.

"Your ass is going viral."

Was that twitter? Of course it was twitter.

A not even hour old post with fifteen thousand likes and growing.

"Erika?"

"Of course it's a perfect picture!" I groaned. This is going to be way more than fifteen minutes of public fame now!

Like, how?! My skirt had been flapping like crazy yet he got an unobstructed shot, somehow! All the fucking jets had done was frame my fat ass with an almost divine glow backlight! With my cock straining the fabric and pulling it through my buns there was no hiding any of the big, erotic shapes. My excess was caught in full.

And with legs wide to not get blown away my sack was perfectly obvious even from behind and at great distance.

Even the framing was tight, with a good crop in on most of my figure. Some fuck had really known what he was doing. Now my everything was immortalized online without so much as a pinch of my consent.

Madison nodded, smile sad. "It is a pretty good picture."

I groaned into the counter, fists clutching my ears in dismay.

I never wanted to be some viral somebody! The concept of wanting attention had never clicked for me. Like at most it was affirmation that maybe my art was onto something. But other than that I was very much a 'hide in my cave' artist. An audience was just a way to secure enough income to keep ticking.

Madison was picking up my mood. But she swiped some and showed that the cock mound had been snapped from like three different angles.

She didn't look like she wanted to, but she did. And I didn't want to look at them, but it all involved me.

Thousands, soon to be over a million people, knew I had a dick. A big fucking meat slapper.

"Well, at least you don't have to hide yourself anymore? Once everyone cools down you can dress however you want!"

She was trying to find an upside to cheer me up but I was deep in the 'don't want' phase of reality crushing my quiet loner aspirations.

"Madison I'm debating how much money it will take to never have to go outside again."

"Oh, Erika." She raced out of her seat at my dinky table. Warm arms wormed under my tummy, an awkward but welcome hug given how I was bent over the counter. "I should have kept you home instead of us going out."

I guess if we'd fucked this morning then maybe a certain inconsiderate metal twat wouldn't have helped rip my dignity to shreds in public.

But the horse was out of the stable now. And I didn't like her feeling at all responsible for this.

"It's not like either of us knew what was going to happen."

"I know, but…" Madison squeezed me, conveying what she couldn't find the words for.

My mind swirled with just how fast this information could spread. Should I rush out now to buy more food before people started to know? Before they could get worse? Should I stay home because it was already too late to get just the usual invasive curiosity? How long before internet personalities started to circulate the new scoop on my nuts? Before I became a grand slam on someone's preferred doujin tag list?

It was just so much.

I pushed upright and turned to weakly squeeze Madison back.

"Listen, all kinds of case fifty-threes get weird attention for a bit before the internet loses interest. And celebrities get through being lusted after all of the time! You can-"

"Yeah, by being cracked out of their gourd, probably." I bit out. I heaved with all of my exhaustion right into Madison's warmth. Then snuggled in better. My chains clinked a bit from the shimmy. "I'm just, not going to get ready for this any time soon. I know I have to deal. Just not today."

Maybe not even this month.

"I- okay. I do think there're things we can do for you. But I think you need something else today."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Her hands slid a bit lower. Her furthest finger tips brushed the muscles of my spine through my crop top.

"To know that your body is yours. To take your mind off everything else. Do you want to?"

Did I? One part of me was ever ready to respond to the call. A lot of me was heavy with a bone deep sloth.

But what better way to stop thinking about other people was there?

"I'll be a mopey fuck."

Being on Shadow let me press my head against her chin, right between the ears. A much better hug.

"As long as it makes a happier memory. We've got a whole day and nothing says you have to engage these fifteen minutes of fame today or tomorrow."

That warmed the dread in my heart some.

It would practically be a sick day. Nothing but a friend, some sex, and whatever else we could do together. Doing productive things was hard to imagine right now. But that also galled me a bit. I'd gone through so much to get my tablet. So many days without art.

I was going to use that fucker. Today.

Madison's breath filled my ears. Yesterday's body wash was still there, lingering in her scent. The aftercare of better times.

Enough to make a girl want to indulge, and not in some ice cream moping.

My fingers went on their own tender journey beneath the band of her skirt. A touch that made her hands pressed against my flesh in turn.

"Problems did always go down better after getting away from the impact of their bullshit. Let's go."

With a wet smile on my lips Madison pulled me to our lair; to our sex station.

Cleaning up did have a way of making me feel better. In control and with something else to do.

First we needed a mess.

Post nut clarity might do the trick. With this raging cock that didn't care for mood or lethargy we'd gotten going easy.

Maybe raw sex was magic. Maybe its friendship.

Either way the bathroom was christened repeatedly for a second time. Ring deep in Madison's straining slit I could say I'd nearly completely forgotten about how this started. Popping my horsey's stiff flesh ring in and out as fast as I could was driving us both wild. Just the right twist and I could brush her squashed clit as I passed. But that was when we were fresh. When Madison was perched on the toilet and doing her best to ride along.

Now she was standing, ass out, and just trying not to fall over.

Pleasure wanted my bandwidth in this moment. That little corner of my mind that kept a gorilla grip on worry was smothered by the compelling argumentation of hot pussy around iron flesh.

The only pain that remained were the aches in my legs from working this shaft without pause. Even that was welcome. Every thrust another rep subtracted from my weekly exercise needs. Not that I'd started regular workouts.

Our fornication strategy had evolved, by necessity. Instead of threatening the slender plumbing of the shower drain, now we were right above a better outlet. Some second hand towels demoted to sex rags kept Madison's arms on the toilet tank warm. The main towels were quickly put outside for their own safety.

Collateral was a guarantee. Being covered by my own backwash was just becoming the norm. It was either take the bukakke or pass on the sex.

With that trade off, how could the condition not grow on me. Madison was getting the heavier hand of it so some sticky solidarity was nothing to complain about.

Pump, blow, and let anything she couldn't retain flow right into the john. Whenever her orgasm spasms didn't spray thick rope over my front and balls. Cock in or cock out, I'd be covered.

It was half standing cowgirl and half rutting upwards. If my dick wasn't unreasonably massive this would be a tougher position on Madison's legs. Mother nature compensating for my height with a jumbo cock? Weirder things had happened.

As a downside my sweaty nuts were constantly in danger of clipping the toilet rim.

It was worth the risk. Worth every minute of cleaning time this was saving. Mess had been the goal but wasn't fucking intelligently another form of cleaning? Or maybe I was just drunk on the hot bliss of my urethra pumping gouts of cum into this amazing woman. Every flex of my cum hole make my legs shake.

If only the human womb could hold more…

Sex stripped the stress of the moment away with each thrust. To the point I was starting to get curious if I could maybe bring a sketch pad in here safely, somehow. Maybe before the first eruption made the surfaces too hazardous? When velocity got this high rebound could fling stray globs impressively far. The light switch had already been spermed. As had the mirror and ceiling and light fixture. Not thick, but a bead of cum here and there on everything.

My new toothbrush was safe in the drawer.

Maybe photography, but that was asking a lot of trust to ask of Madison. Heck, it made me a bit anxious. Neither of us would post yet if some picture strayed into other hand-

We startled. A noise?

I leaned back, pulling my fingers from her clit. All I could reach to really intensify her pleasure.

A phone call? Who-

Oh.

"Shit, that's mine," I hissed. I hadn't heard the ringtone since I'd set it.

Madison arced her head enough to look at me, clenching down hard on my dick. Fresh wet gushed down my cock and balls. Another orgasm, already? She had to be getting dehydrated by now. And her prepared water bottle was long empty.

"Ish it imhporhtah?"

"The only person not from the PRT who has my number is you. We need to get that."

"Buht- Ohgey."

She did not look up to moving her feet right now.

"If we get to the door I can snag my phone off the counter with Shadow."

Madison nodded shakily.

We could have just taken my dick out, but that took time. Extracting this much flare from her pussy was a tender challenge. A proverbial chinese finger trap for dicks that did the dirty good. So we had to move together and I was short.

Sure, Madison could just slide some of my dick out so she could stand more easily. She could also practice abstinence. It was faster to hobble than to try and convince her to adjust.

Somehow our awkward, shuffling crab walk to the bathroom door was hot. A girl didn't want to let my dick go so much that she was doing squat walks.

Madison felt the same.

"Is it weird that this is getting me going?"

"No. Now help me lean."

Outside of our closed cum stench hot box the air felt chill on my sweaty skin. Madison shifted around to keep her hole from drooling strands onto the linoleum kitchen flooring by staying within the bathroom. I pivoted around her snatch, hands on the door frame, and craned towards the counter.

Madison groaned long as every move twisted screwed my meat around her insides.

Phone sighted. Shadow was loosed. I licked off my hands so that I'd only have to clean spit from my phone. Sex fluids had coated our near everything. Madison and I had both contributed, but I knew most of this was mine.

Somehow the taste didn't gross me out. I made the stuff. I was slathered in it.

How did I adjust to this so fast? Did people just go this far for good sex? Was it that the beastly tang lingered sweet?

The ringing stopped just as I grabbed it out of Shadow's pinched fingers.

"It was Victoria."

"Glory Girl? She has your number?" Oh, cape fan. I forgot. That explained the little lift of excitement.

"Yeah. She helped me get comfy with the PRT. As much as she could anyway."

That was a relief. Man, if I kept the Director or some other official waiting. This couldn't be anything too important so everything had been a false alarm. I was just happy to hear from her. The Bay seemed like a rough place to be a hero with how shit the independents seemed. And she'd slipped from my mind in all that had been going on.

I had more than Madison in my corner.

She picked up on the first ring back. "Hey, Victoria, what were you calling about-"

The Victoria who responded was almost a stranger. Uncertain, entirely on the back foot, and barely able to get her words out.

"Uh. Uhm. Listen! I'm sorry!"

"Did something happen? Are you okay?"

Victoria did not ever sound like this. My panic caught Madison's attention, pulling her from savoring my cock with intricate pussy motions.

"No, I mean yes. Its noth-. I- I'll just try and say it. I needed to get away from the base for a bit. So- I decided to come visit you since you might not be busy and I could make sure you were doing alright with my down time."

It all tumbled out of her, circling a topic I could immediately guess.

Never had my blood frozen so swiftly as when I put together what she meant.

We hadn't closed the curtains in my apartment's gathering space kitchen mix room.

Victoria spoke what I dreaded to hear.

"You already texted me your apartment number before you moved out, so I just checked the building layout and found your balcony. I always like to fly everywhere."

I turned.

"I just called to see if you wanted to hang and would let me in."

There, in the air, faced away from my window as firmly as she could be, was Victoria. Ears frozen high and tail hanging low and tense.

Shock. Shame. An urge to hide and explain myself, to rip away what had just been revealed. So much slammed through me that all became white noise sensation.

Only my dick punched through it all, raging.

Harder, and throbbing intensely enough that Madison squirmed anew.

"Erika- w-what's…?" Madison caught my eye. I couldn't speak. A fish out of water could gasp more words than me right now.

"Erika, I didn't mean to see anything. I'm really sorry!"

Madison leaned back and saw her too. Like a sprinter off the line she came on the spot.

Girl jizz and the spermy, sloppy sex soup all squirted out onto the threshold into the kitchen.

I managed a whisper as dry as petrified wood.

"…we need to get cleaned up. Please give us a bit."

Shadow yanked the curtains closed.

AN: Dundun. Erika had a really big day. Next time she does get to finally relax. It was supposed to be all one chapter, but this hit 8k words and it wasn't even halfway done. Tune in next time to see adults be reasonable people, in worm. I'm sure this will have no effect on their budding friendship.

Matching magnets were less averse to making contact than our eyes. Victoria apologized, I responded, but we were both speaking to walls.

Why was obvious.

I'd scoured myself clean at record speed and dressed with as much decency as I could. Fruity soaps and shampoos all that could be smelled. Copious back-spray had all been scrubbed off in the frenzy. The kitchen floor had been equally cleaned and washed down with citrus scented cleaner.

But cleaning could only solve some problems.

I hadn't finished fucking Madison. There was more to release with no time to work it out.

My erection was in revolt. A meaty thrum-stick that rejected all sense. A spoiled sex tool that wouldn't wait.

No prayer or hope could beseech some mercy. So…. I'd just done what I could. Pre was wiped clean, a condom was stretched over my head, and I'd dressed presentably. As much as was possible.

This robe was giving all it had, but the bulk beneath was still obvious. Protruding, no matter how I held it to my front. The waist sash was tied tight, but it just didn't have enough to give to keep this cock up on its own.

So much was swirling through my flesh, arousal and icy shame, that combustion or fainting felt a moment away. Worse, this condom didn't spare this hypersensitive dick from the thousand fluffy sensations prickling my shaft. It barely covered some of the dick head. So much was free to be distractingly stimulated.

Yet that was how I'd opened the balcony door.

"I still think I should have had my curtains closed. It was really stupid not to and would have spared you all of this."

I fidgeted in place, feet pristine because Shadow had ferried me through the disaster zone. Where Madison was, cleaning, giving me space to handle this without the other half of the fuck-quation magnifying the awkwardness.

Madison was an angel and I'd have to make it up to her. But all I could think of was food to bake and promising to help in the future. I had so little to give. Fucking her brains out was a boon that gooned both ways. Not really a selfless act of appreciation.

Hm. I should probably never voice that aloud. Gooning isn't even in the dictionary yet.

"No, it was my fault. Completely. I ended up violating your privacy all because I wanted to surprise you a bit. I should have just called ahead."

I couldn't deny that. But I also couldn't deny this was all easily avoidable if either party had been more thoughtful.

"We both learned, I guess. But it's not like you did it on purpose." I glanced back her way and we finally didn't look away.

So much was stewing within that sensation was becoming white noise. Everything that wasn't cock lost in the tides of doubts and shame. Yet I did not have to act on that cock and there was some power in that. For all that it stewed within me, it was just a horse cock.

I could prioritize friendship.

Victoria wasn't running away or disgusted. She was keeping her eyes above my neckline, not staring at how my arms were failing to conceal the shape of my robes.

"I am happy for you, though. That you found someone you like so soon."

That smile was dim but felt all the more genuine for it. She was looking just as unsure what to say as I felt. But her words were encouraging. Thoughtful. Looking for a considerate angle on this disaster.

I also belatedly realized that I'd never seen her out of her white costume. Did she prefer sweats when out and about? I never would have guessed.

I leapt on the slight change in topic.

"Uh, thanks. I'm honestly surprised by how fast things went."

Amongst a host of other surprises that had spun out from yesterday's heady activities. But this was a dance of avoiding the massive horse in the room.

Victoria shifted. "But you're good with it, right? No concerns?" And now she was concerned for me, eyes on mine fully.

"Yeah. We ended up having a lot in common."

That rose her brows.

"I mean, not everything. She's-" No I didn't want to say anything someone else might see as slanderous. "-very kind. Didn't intend to do anything. Felt like it would be taking advantage of me. But then we talked a lot. And things just- happened. Maybe we're still in a glow phase. We have a lot to still learn about each other. But she's been a big help."

I wasn't about to spill how we bonded. Madison would probably be devastated for a local hero to know her hobbies. I sure would. But maybe Victoria wouldn't hold them against me.

"Oh, that's really good then." That mild but pleased surprised turned to a glance at the door.

Something alike to pride throbbed through my dick at the memory of what I'd strewn in there minutes before. I choked the cock against my sternum, before it could get distracting.

"Uh, its-. Clean up takes a while." Admitting as much made my fidget more, looking away. "Normally I help but I didn't want to ask you to wait since you're so busy."

Victoria snorted with some dark weight behind that, and drifted over to the couch.

"Not that busy now." Then she brightened some. "So you're doing it often enough to have a schedule? You move fast." To my dismay, Victoria was teasing me. Like she was reevaluating her estimation of my character. How was she warming up to this petrifyingly embarrassing situation faster than me? You know, the person who was strangling the conversation piece beneath her off brand Cruella sexy bathrobe.

In a flash my face achieved new extremes of flush. "It's- pretty new to me. But I've had to adjust to- you know!"

I wobbled my hand limply. Every gesture felt like it would steer her eyes right where I didn't want them. This size was just unwieldy in all ways!

What was this mess? I had to get us to a different topic.

"Adjust, huh. Should I be medically worried?" Victoria threw a longer look at the door, some of her earlier embarrassment coming back. "I didn't know a woman could fit that much."

She had seen that much! All the heat in my body rushed to my groin and its premium stallion.

My next breath struggled to pass. My compulsive chuckle was more wheeze than laugh. "We have been very careful."

Madison was amazing. She'd gone from barely able to take it to gliding all the way down to the ring and back again in just a couple seconds. That growth, that carving my meat into her and feeling her adapt, was arousing beyond reason.

My cock leapt in my arms, more pre gushing into the condom.

Bad thought. Fuck. I hope she didn't see it surge beneath my robe or something.

I had no clue how I looked right now. I was gambling that my coverage was total. My balls weren't feeling air so maybe I was good.

Back turned to Victoria I tightened my robe with shaking hands, chin keeping my dick from jutting away from my front.

"I had hoped to hang some, but it was a bad time."

That acceptance that things weren't going as she wanted pained me.

"No! Well, yes. It is." Shit. Yet another time I could give back a bit by providing relaxation and I'd fumbled the ball. "This- It doesn't really quit halfway." I fought for vague enough words that still got the idea out. "Madison was helping take my mind off things."

There, new topic introduced. I could talk about that mech guy and maybe see if the PRT had a read on how dangerous or responsible he was. Two concerns saved with one conversational lane shift!

"The ass shot?"

I doubled over, flawlessly socked in the metaphorical kidneys. "You know?!"

My shrill shriek was peanuts compared to what Victoria said. The city totally knew already. News was traveling faster than I could finish my cope sex!

Fresh arousal hit my cock. Or maybe the shame just bit strongest on my dick flesh. Everything was fuel to the beast.

"It's being shown on the news." Were those suppressed chuckles? They were! But she also was obviously worried for me. "It's one reason I wanted to check on you."

"Oh, thanks. I'm just, coping. I guess." I was rambling. Deep breaths. It's just shorts. It's just my dummy fat ass being leered at by most of the city. "I'm not at all happy about suddenly being all over. But the cape was worse."

Oh so much worse. But maybe time would show popularity's vile depths soon enough. I'd heard enough grim outcomes from fame, too.

Just like that Victoria switched gears, awkwardness lost beneath the professional focus.

"Did he say something? Or threaten you? The PRT has been trying to get in touch with him but he's refusing contact. We've got very little read on him even by Independent Cape standards."

I nodded, catching up with the sudden shift and frankly, happy for it. Anything to ignore this boner, even if it meant talking about the big scare of the morning.

"He was on some spiel about needing assistance with some villain plot. But the creepy thing is why did he even know I was there. I'd just come outside. Either I emerged just as he was looking around for help-"

"Or he was looking for you. Or at least people like us."

"Like us?"

Victoria nodded, all business. "A few thirty-twos have reported he stopped to talk to them. Nothing threatening, but always awkward. Trying to show off. He was also the guy who got pissy when I wrecked a couple tinker machines from another asshole during our shopping trip. He was definitely interested in me, despite Gallant, until I broke those drones."

That was enough to make my skin crawl. "So he was trying to like, what, get girls' numbers? He could have been using an incident to get closer to me?"

"Probably." Victoria grimaced in shared disgust. "There was an attack, a weak one. The PRT managed to catch the tail end of it. A local woman's shelter got hit by another Tinker. The other asshole. A real piece of shit who's abusing their drone specialty to be a right fucking petty menace. Has been hitting and torching buildings and cape fights."

"Oh."

The weight of it dragged down my heart. The reality of the Bay.

Last night's fight in the docks sprang back to mind. A whole warehouse burned into a husk, according to the vibrant indie reporting buzzing around the Bay. With how fast cape shit sparked off and cooled down everyone was hungry to get photos.

Things were dangerous.

And my dick was still refusing to relent!

Some actual repentance for sparking this grim conversation would be nice, miss dick! But all my cock did was pulsate with slightly less urgency. Temporarily.

I guess that was as good as I'd get. A totemic and inappropriate member rutting through my somber feelings.

"Did anyone get hurt?"

"Mostly property damage, which still isn't good. Leviathan hit a lot of middle income areas and lower. The only region that didn't get washed away much at all is now swarming with Merchants and a dozen other fledgling gangs trying to keep people from squatting without kissing their boots. That was one of the dozen shelters without some kind of water damage or mold issue. Or delayed repairs from FEMA, who we have to keep safe while they work. Which gets exacerbated by new damage and new threats."

Keep safe? Really? People were attacking people trying to rebuild the city?!

And I realized what that damage likely meant.

"Oh. And now it has to be repaired which means even more work for the heroes. That's a lot." And here I was, fucking my best friend in this dimension on the government's dime.

"We'll fix it. The villains have gotten away with a lot because keeping the core of the city safe enough to get standing was all we could manage. But we're bringing in more people. We'll get there."

She was insistent. Determined. I nodded, wanting to believe her.

Whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be as easy as a numbers game. That's what I was feeling. But I also had no idea what the rest of the country had overcome so maybe they were prepared.

"Listen, part of the reason I came is to warn you. The guy that attacked the shelter doesn't have a designation. That idiot who named himself Titan calls the villain tinker Nemesis. Just make sure that if you hear small, airborne machines that you run, okay? Just shield up, get out of there as fast as Shadow can move you. Once you're at a safe distance, call us. Okay?"

Anxiety didn't hit my dick much either, even as fear tried to chill it along with the rest of me. So much of my body mass refusing to respond to my feelings with discordant. But this was undeniably scary.

"He's running around attacking people?"

Victoria flinched back a bit. "Oh, Sorry, no. I made it sound a bit worse. I just don't trust him to leave people alone. At all. He's mostly been having his creations assault any cape that seems to piss him off. So I really don't want him getting you. Don't ever give him the time to get offended."

"I won't be going anywhere near him." And that was said as firmly as I could. Holy fuck, a snowflake tinker who torched your home? I just got this apartment! And the hundreds of other people living here could get collateralled by this monster.

"Good." A sudden softness took Victoria, not gentle but more pain being smothered. "He's why I'm suddenly on the back bench."

I blinked, confused.

Victoria pulled up a pant leg on the sweats she was wearing.

Her calve was in a cast. An odd and narrow one, that didn't stick out enough to break her form contour. One where she could even wear a slip on shoe.

I stared.

"I thought…" I didn't finished the sentence. She was supposed to be immune. No, that wasn't important. "Are you going to be okay?"

"It's just a fracture." Victoria was curled in with tense frustration. "The Tinker got me. I was at the docks last night, trying to get people out and… other things. I got some of his machines but- My power does let me get hurt, rarely. I try to hide how but he got lucky and I landed at a bad angle. And now I can't go out in costume or Villains will see and connect dots. They'll start looking for how to breach my defenses if they ever know it can happen."

She waved furiously at her leg then sagged back. Silent.

I fussed in place, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of what I'd vaguely fretted over from a distance last night. Unsure what to say.

How deeply this was affecting her I couldn't quite guess. Saying I understood would be a lie. But I did know a bit about being powerless in other situations. How must it feel to go from directly intervening in criminal violence to not being allowed to do so because it could compromise her ever being of help again?

I had to do something. I shuffled closer, avoiding her cast foot, and swinging my front well away from her because duh. This had to be hitting her really hard, to be benched while the Bay was so rough.

Or so I assumed. That cast was uncomfortable to look at. Not because of the injury but why it happened. That clung to my thoughts.

I sat next to her.

"Do you want a hug?"

"Can you?" She gave a slight glance to the elephant in the room. My flush warmed back up.

"I can do a side hug." I raised only one arm, the other subtly, very subtly, keeping the hug zone family friendly.

She huffed with all the humor she could muster and grabbed my shoulder to slide my into a pretty good hug, all awkwardness considered.

I made sure to squeeze tight.

"Thanks."

I just nodded, an ear brushing along her blond hair. Her tail rose, high and friendly, curling around my arm. For a moment I just luxuriated in the warmth of another. I hope I gave that same feeling, that friendly proximity.

"Damn this couch sucks."

"That's the unanimous opinion so far," I admitted with a sigh. "Gonna be a bit before I can replace it. I was actually planning to draw today, start towards getting some income. But it's been a lot."

"Don't let my bad mood stop you. I really want to see what you can do. Heroes are supposed to let people live, so live it up some." She was staring at me oddly stiffly. "Or keep living it up."

Instinctive distraction from ever sharing my porn art died on my lips as my brain figured out why she was so awkward.

I far too belatedly realized my robe did not close around my chest that well when smuggling all of my cock.

Scrambling to cover up at least made her laugh more freely. "I didn't see anything. But damn that's a lot to deal with, huh."

Thank fuck. I heaved out a relieved exhale and spoke shakily. "This t-thing is hard to keep decent, man. Things stopped being hot like fifteen minutes ago but it just doesn't care."

She nodded, more subdued and imploring. So strongly genuine that I forgot my embarrassment for the moment.

"Just do some drawing for me, okay?"

"I will." I got a bit frustrated with myself that I'd even contemplated taking it easy today. None of this internet fame was going to fade by tomorrow. I should just go for the things I wanted to do.

I already knew I had to push no matter what happened. Yet it had all been so overwhelming.

I kicked my feet a bit, anxious and they were up in the air anyway with me sitting on this stony couch, debating reinitiating that hug. But it didn't really feel like enough.

"Do you like chocolate?"

She regarded me flatly. "Of course."

I scampered to my cupboards.

I hadn't bought much. This stuff was like five dollars a bar and hardly filling. Practicality had to take the lead.

I took out one of the three ten square solid chocolate bars. The thin, flat types put in colored foil and trim paper packaging.

Shadow set me down.

"Here. Its ninety percent, so maybe it's not what you prefer-"

"Are you sure?" Victoria looked a bit conflicted, which was an uncomfortable reminder that I didn't have much to give monetarily.

"Yeah," They were just supposed to be treats, a lot less than I used to eat. I'd probably save them for stressful days unless my income exploded upwards. Then I'd do a square a day, like usual. "You need it."

Whatever had her hesitating passed.

"Thanks." She tucked the bar into her pants pocket. Hopefully it wouldn't melt much.

"Look at you charming the star of the Bay!"

"Madison!" I slipped off the couch to look around Victoria. "It's just appreciation and support! Don't make it weird."

"Hey, just because most things can be sex doesn't mean charming is always sexually motivated. I'm not the one who said that. Anyway, bathroom's clean, bestie!"

She didn't drop her playful salute, even when it made the t-shirt she was wearing ride most of the way up her creamy, bare thighs. I surrendered and flicked out a limp salute when it became clear that was all she'd accept.

Victoria's smile had grown again, at least.

"You two make a cute couple."

Madison sucked her lip in. "We're not-"

"More like sex besties," I mumbled. "Still feeling each other out." I had a lot of feelings rolling, without much reference for how to be in this kind of friendship. It was really a feel it out as I go experience.

Madison, meanwhile, gasped. "We're Sexies! You know, sex besties? Sexies?"

I pointedly turned back to Victoria. "I'm very glad to have her in my friend zone."

"Hey!" Madison shouted in play offense and all fondness. "Look at you showing some sass. You're doing much better!"

Soon I was being hugged head on. And held just off the ground as she pointedly squished my dick between us. Or really squished me against my still iron hard dick.

Victoria got up and backed away, amused yet a overwhelmed.

"Alright, I'm going to get out of your hair, you platonic horndogs."

I kicked my little feet but Madison refused to put me down. She did at least turn so I could look at Victoria over her shoulder. "T-take care of yourself, okay? We can set up a hangout time, or a hangout schedule while you're healing."

I was even planning to go in maybe next week to take up Weld on that promise. Or maybe sooner, now that some pyromaniac Tinker was slinging bone breaking tech. And that mech guy was stalking furry women, a category I fit into, sorta.

Maybe nothing would come my way but I would need a plan of escape. And practice implementing my powers.

"It might not be long. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but there is someone else in the Bay now that can do some healing. The PRT is screening her powers all week. Not as much time as the lab rats insist on but she's been cooperative and frankly, people need the help."

High, relatively, in Madison's arms, I smiled. "That's great."

Good news meant a lot right now. If someone, anyone, had the powers to outright help the needy then that was great.

Victoria seemed to think so too, with how she smiled. But there was something else in there I didn't quite pick up right. Maybe the pain of having to wait for tested assurances? Then she got a sly twinge to the corner of one lip.

"Maybe I'll take you for a flight once I'm patched up. Carry on luggage is easier to haul than a regular sized person."

Or she was scheming something else entirely.

Besieged from both sides by chuckles I could only endure the friendly teasing.

"I'll try to look forward to it."

Victoria waved until she was a faint spec descending onto the PRT fortress. I watched her go, sad I hadn't helped much but feeling a lot better. Motivated and focusing on what mattered, instead of some voyeuristic public swell of interest.

Shadow firmly shut the curtains.

Madison set me down with a bit of a wheeze. "Damn that dick is heavy." In one tug her shirt was gone. "So, want to make another mess? Nothing's really made cleaning as fun as scrubbing up edible filth. It's like the bukkake speaks about the intensity of the experience.

"It does, doesn't it." She had a point. But some long impatient part of my mind was now whirring to life with that promise to Victoria. "I kinda want to draw." I slid my robe off. The condom was tugged off and tied. A little water balloon of homegrown lube I threw into Shadow's palm.

A flash of contact with my soul pool and the waste was atomized and beyond. Violet streams of smoke rose and dispersed from Shadow's hands and my ears.

Madison was struck in awe. How could my pride not swell, in spite of her now jilling herself. "Wow that's hot. Why don't you let yourself glow all smoky all the time?!"

Oh, she was looking at me, not my scary powers. I guess flaming purple made me hotter? Metaphorically?

I grimaced. "It's, like a safety switch? My power is extremely dangerous so I don't like having it active."

"Active?" Her fingers didn't stop, they just slowed. Damn she was sopping.

"Yeah. It's like going from nothing to having the gun on my hip. When I'm glowing it means I can draw at any time."

Madison hummed, processing but clearly wanting me to light up. "If it's better for you then I understand."

"Thanks. Maybe-" I bit my lip for a second. "Maybe we could try later? I still have to actively choose to throw my power around."

If she liked it then I wanted to share it some.

And she smiled so happily hearing it.

Even as it made me a bit anxious to commit to touching that pool within me while we fucked.

"So, no more sex today?"

"Frankly, I've been dying to sketch my cock out and start absorbing all of the meaty details. These little bumps around the flare are just finicky as hell to get right. And my veins, too. A normal human penis has darker veins, blues and deep gray purples. While with this the skin is too thick to really show the color as much, except where the veins are just too big to be subdued."

"Yeah! All of the little details are super important! So, do you just plan to be hard while you draw?"

She was pumping her fingers into her gash like a woman possessed. My poor kitchen floor, forgotten. I should have kept those towels on hand.

Well, I'd have Shadow clean it up later. No fuss for me, beyond how much money I spent on paper towels and nose friendly chemical cleaners.

"Pretty much. I'll need a lot of lighting circumstances but all I have is the flashlight we scored. I don't really have the money to set up a lighting stage any month soon so we're going to be making do. And I'll have to get some mirror set up eventually, too."

Which might mean opening the curtain some for that natural lighting instagram models loved so much. Better than nothing, but hardly what I wanted most.

Colored felt backdrops made all of the difference for getting good light control. Rooms were painted soft because flattering light was white light evenly, from all directions. I needed form shadows, damn it! But a good set up cost money.

Drawing myself in the moment would be a bit tough, too, since I was restricted to my eyeballs and the bathroom mirror but-

"Okay. But what if we just used photos?"

I frowned. "Models hate photos." For good reason, too. You never knew what some college punk or small studio attendee would do once that phone was out of sight.

"Yeah, but you're the model? It's not like we're going to post anything. I'll even help too! You want to draw pussy too, right? What's dick without the other half!"

I nodded, instinct and old wariness on edge. And embarrassment emerging from its cave to yet again flood my body.

But she was right. Neither of us were going to post any of this.

But the body wasn't quite ready. Familiar anxiety had found a new idea to resist yet again.

I was rather tired of being anxious when I knew things would be fine.

We'd do it.

Oh this was just nuts. Daring. But it would open up a lot of angles I didn't have the exact mirror set up to see. And a second set of hands would really help. Being in front of a camera sucked. Who knew what Madison would think.

Yet I knew it would be leaps and bounds better in current circumstances.

"Okay, we'll do photos. But with your phone, I don't think we should put dick pics on a government issued phone."

Madison hopped enough that her ears brushed ceiling.

"Yes! Amateur porn! Time to slut it up for a camera!"

"Madison, the neighbors!"

"No, more to the side. Get enough of the flare in. And stop staring at the light, I'm trying to not burn your retina."

"Buh eegh condacht ish da shoul of ghoo shex phodoes!" Madison insisted while refusing to part with any of my flare she had stuff in her mouth.

"Fine. I'm changing to lighting. I'm not going to make you blind to see my little ridge nubs better."

"Nyooo!"

Things were good, believe it or not. Other than having to surrender that Madison's phone just wasn't good enough. And her dedicated camera for her cosplay was at her house, an hour's roundtrip of walking and bussing away.

"Fuck, slide off a bit more, your pussy does this thing where it follows the flare until-Yes! Right there."

The skin was stretched to a pink, slimy smooth sheen, at its very utmost. Completely deformed by the passage of a massive amount of horse head. As wide as Madison ever got.

"Uggghhh! Take the shot!" Madison's twitching unfocused the camera. But I spammed through. Some would end up in focus enough, hopefully. "Fuuuu…"

She popped loose, hole clenching with a tremendous gape. She'd had to do most of the moving, since I was struggling to hold onto the flashlight and snap photos. I snapped a few more as she closed up.

Really, people did not respect how much the pussy could handle. That slit would be closed up in minutes.

"I told you we should have filmed…."

So after covertly asking Victoria if Dragon phones tracked files, and being told she heard from Clockblocker who'd once heard from Armsmaster who'd heard from some cape named Dragon who made the phones that they didn't was good enough for me. Mostly.

This still felt really dumb. But the juicy, lush colors really sold the devil may care attitude. These were photos that some government server could have.

I mean, ideally not. Most of this bravado was feeling like 99% sure our shit was safe.

I'd wipe this phone's storage once these were on my… government issued laptop.

Fuck.

A personal PC just leapt way up on my priorities.

"Please tell me this doesn't look stupid."

"Girl, you're slaying. You could feed a nation with that ass. Now spread 'em!"

Why was this as embarrassing as it was? She's seen almost all of me. Madison flaunted it with enough gusto that I doubt she could spell shame. And this is for knowledge! For the arts!

I dug into my least familiar flesh and tried to yank. "More! I can only get some of your pussy. Get that star to shine!" Deeper still, these cheeks ate greedily of my hands. Too much. Far too much for me to grasp it all. But enough that I could feel the sear of eyes upon my most personal places.

"Damn, your little cleft is cute. You're going to want to finger it up some. It's so small that she barely spread when I was eating you out last night"

"Fingering?" I wheezed. More new? Some details just weren't desperate enough that I necessarily had to leap into female masturbation-

Madison shoved the phone in front of me. The machinery of my dick ate up much of my crotch but a little slip of black was hiding between puffy gray. A gray mound that melded to the sack. Far too little of the internal shapes viisble to do much of anything with. Not enough to see how all of that scrotal skin shifted when my pussy would be engaged.

"Damn. I do want to see more."

Madison made me writhe with her attention. Tongue and fingers keeping me fighting my cock down until she deemed my hole ready for the camera. Wet, all my own, and just like Madison's, clung to my fingers. Every press of nail was nearly too much, yet Madison gave me all the time I needed to cautiously tease my pussy into photogenic form.

Never had so erotic a subject been me. Always I'd held a disconnect from eroticism and myself. Engaged from behind the tablet. Not in person.

The air of the shoot changed. Madison kept the phone and I went along, curious how much of my potential I'd missed in my academic bias and camera shy ways.

The fruits made it all worth enduring.

"Hold it tight. Yeah, delicate like that!"

The results were sensational. Plenty were things I liked to draw. Light touches, small features. Bring the form to subtle curves and emphasize the emotion. The body more than a platform for cock and sex. Mood was key and Madison was too friendly for me to clamp down on my expressions.

What I saw there, the impatient yet willing effort, brought all of the tension of my figure into a uniform energy. Enough that I only looked away from the camera in flaming embarrassment most of the time.

"Hold them a bit higher- No I don't think there's a way to see your pussy from the front without some splits. But damn. Frown at me some? More? Wow! That's a power stance."

This was doable. Like always, my anxieties feared before I even looked at the leap.

"If you can lick off your own semen then you can slobber on your own dick, you can do it!"

Some of the asks pushed me, but it was a friendly and fun push.

Every photo a reward for my daring.

But eventually we stopped having ideas. Every feature I longed to know better was documented. People just didn't respect how much the forms shifted as the body engaged its muscles and tendons. Especially in women's faces.

More would occur later, like always. But today had been a rush.

So we celebrated with a bit of a finale.

"Come on- come on! There!"

My dick was wrenched free like a cork from its home. I heard fluids hitting the bathroom tiles, a constant fall of glops and streams of sexual lubricants.

Madison took every ejaculatory burst to her front, relishing in it. Rubbing it all over.

Then she seized my cock and fire was returned upon me. Facial. Nostrils. But then up right so the ejaculate would burst upward and shower down onto me.

The things she convinced me to endure.

Heavy. Hot. It slapped onto me like wet lava, clinging and warm to the point of near discomfort. Fat white globs building out of the stray, shotgun bursts that punctuated the gouts.

A shared bukkake bath filmed by my little propped up phone camera.

Hands were washed so we could go on a selfie spree without testing the fluid resistance of government sponsored super tech.

Madison stuck herself to my side. Peace signs were held. Mine after encouragement with groping hands and peppy words.

Aheago followed. Hers was far, far more lustful. No matter how she cheered me on and how I tried to capture her energy.

Cooling cum strung us together. Strands thick and thin trailed wherever our flesh shifted apart.

In this moment, as mystified as I was, as uncertain my feelings, this was a magical time. Together.

"Can you send some of those to me?"

"Sure."

She'd let me take many of her so it was only fair. If she could trust that I was a responsible friend then I could do the same.

Then she looked down at herself and said something concerning.

"You know, the white censors everything pretty well."

I could not think of a single reason Madison would want her artistic sex photos censored. Unless-

"You want to use one as a phone background?"

"Yes! Look at this one, you're so caught up in the moment you forgot the little frown you're always doing. "

That just made it worse. But that was just my insecurity. The only person who would look at my objectively sinful bukakke selfie with my breathless, sex drunk little smile, would be Madison. No one else would see my full frontal nudity.

She had been the one to bring me to this zenith of restful exertion.

Still, this was a lot of trust to extend. I needed to hear her say it.

"You'd make sure no one ever sees it, right?"

"Of course!" Madison was serious. "I have an app that lets me shift the backgrounds with some volume button inputs. There's selfies with my fuck buddies for me and then MLP for the public."

"Oh. Then I guess its fine. You want to jill off to me huh?" I tried to tease.

But she just nodded like a puppy. "This has been the best sex ever! Honestly, I think my other steadies are going to be seeing less of me. Most of them."

"I, didn't make you want to ditch other friends, did I?" This wasn't some dick addicted doujin plot. The possibility I could be pulling her away from other friends was too much to leave unvoiced.

"No, no." And for the first time since we started taking photos Madison was less than aglow. "A chunk of them were more guys I put up with because I couldn't find guys who wanted to fuck and be friends. And then there's some who sorta know me and are good about keeping it casual. Those are ones I plan to keep around."

But that didn't sound like besties. Sexies.

"Come on, let's keep taking some photos while the bukakke is warm."

It was starting to chill and stick. This went from freakily hot to kinda icky in about five minutes flat.

Still, as we pressed front to front, flesh to flesh, I held her tight. My softening cock in a vice of slime and friendly warmth.

"Hey, let's try and make a like grilled cheese spread, but with cum!"

She started to pull apart and the sea of semen clung with a hundred viscous ropes drawn between our fronts. It was weird, and gross, yet what was the harm? So far, everything I'd leaned into with her had been intimidating in the moment yet fun in the end.

I'd cherish her as best I could,

"You've got volunteer work tomorrow?"

"Yeah. More trips outdoors with the other thirty-twos. If you want to tag along?"

After almost a week of being around other people my impulse was a flat no. But any time with Madison was appealing.

"Maybe some but maybe not? I've got to try and get some work done to start posting."

"No worries."

Our first time apart. Line contouring hips slowed as my focus wavered.

Madison had been a pillar for the last two days, nearly. Obviously we both had our own lives. This blitz of excitement had made that easy to forget for the time.

Just thirty some hours and so much had changed for the better. A flash of sudden bonding and so many shared interests. And more.

This- I had no fully idea of what our friendship was. We went from fast sex to sudden casual conversation then back again.

I didn't dislike any of it, even though every new thing loomed intimidating.

But humankind liked stories for a reason. The unknown became known without any need to stick my neck out. Stories were a reference. Yet I had little reference for this intensity of casual sex-ship.

I hadn't really thought about what would be going on day to day in the minutia.

No, maybe what I was feeling was that I didn't want to be alone in this moment. Hip to hip with Madison it was easier to convince myself I had the space to breath and normalize.

We'd set up nicely. Laptops were mobile so we'd sprawled on cushions across the floor. My Intuous propped on my knees and laptop on the coffee table, head against the couch. Madison indulged in some browsing while she bluetoothed anime onto the screen. Some One Piece filler where I could see why she was fond of it. Sorta.

I was a diehard manga reader.

I was chilly but Madison was close and we were making use of a merch blanket with Vista's likeness on it. Someone was baking cookies and my stomach was starting to growl as the evening progressed, but there was enough time to keep enjoying myself yet.

Art. At last.

Using myself as reference wasn't new. Every pose needed all kinds of checks.

Do arms bend like that? How does one grab their butt? How far is too far to lean? How do the shoulder blades move. Actually, anything shoulder blades was a sticking point. The shoulders were the most intensely mechanical part of the body. A host of subtle shapes from any angle, all muffled by skin.

But whatever I had referenced in myself had to be feminized to some degree. Real made into the unreal upon a drawn plane. Converting forms like that was actually the best way to learn form. You needed to consider and grasp the inner workings enough to draw them differently instead of just printing what you saw with your hand.

Now I had direct reference of the fantastical, right here on my phone.

A potent distraction and engaging distraction.

A temptation I was refusing to crutch on. I needed to draw, not copy. New poses, what the composition needed. Not whatever I had on hand steering everything.

But I was going to use some of my traits. With some adjustment.

I felt a little bad at the idea of even a fictional woman having to carry around this much sack. Too stacked to run was a near thing.

Though, if the subject could float…

"How's Midna doing, with her noncanonical knockers?"

"Pretty good. I might take some more scrotal pictures. I really want to get how the skin pinches and pulls into play. It ties right into how the pussy mound is portrayed." Midna's noncanonical horse testicles were hanging just so, to highlight the fat cum tubes that ran up the backs. I could see them on my photos, big and shapely beneath the wrinkles of skin. Loaded with sperm. Whatever they were called.

Mostly doctors memorized anatomical names. Artists knew function and form. We'd point at something and say 'oh yeah, there's like these muscles that go swoosh and tuck here and overlap with this'.

Madison hummed lightly. "That so, huh."

I leaned away from her sudden light, speculative tone. "What?"

"Oh, nothing. You were just super shy and adorably hesitant to show anything to the girl you're making into an overflow pipe. Now you want to take more."

"They're helpful. Good poses. I'm just not used to it is all." And I only frowned more indignantly as Madison beamed at me with that knowing smile.

"And it was a bunch of fun! I'm very proud you trusted me, too! But if you want we can break out the camera right no-"

The electric chime of my front doorbell cut off her suggestion.

And here we were in comfy sleep wear. Just clean big tees.

Madison shot me a confused look. I shared one back with a shrug, then grew perturbed.

People, this late at night?

I grabbed my robe and shrugged it on. Then held it closed. I was covered from neck to knees but somehow that didn't feel presentable enough for strangers.

Who could this be? I thought one of the appeals of an apartment was dodging solicitation. This couldn't be some reporter, but it could be a gossip. News must've have gotten around that a hot topic was living here.

Off the grid living was arguing its virtues more clearly every hour.

As the main resident I guess I had to check the door. But I did so quietly, so I could slink off and pretend absence if it was someone I didn't like the looks of talking to.

Fresh baking wafted into my nose.

And with a silent Shadow boost to the peephole I got my answer.

I popped the door latch and opened it enough, body tucked behind the door, to greet my neighbors. Both of them. Madison slid in behind me. Right. Everyone could see over my head and ears.

"Hello…?" I stepped out a bit further, not wanting to be rude. But I did everything I could do mask my contours. Big sleeves stuffed deep into my pockets.

They had a cookie tin. A rather plain one.

"Hello!" Aubrey, I believe, waved. Her smile was bright.

The guy also waved, with a jerky over exuberance he quickly aborted.

Only one of them stared at my robe much. But he did yank his eyes up with some guilty glances away.

"Uh, hey. What's up?" I asked, glancing to Aubrey who was carrying the tin.

"We just thought you could use a house warming gift. And an offer of neighborly availability if you need anything-"

Meanwhile, the guy had sniffed the air some and blurted out, "Did the Landlord not clean up first?"

Shit. I fought helplessly against the flush of my face. At least I didn't flinch, probably. "No, we just- had a spill. Putting away groceries."

We'd been airing out for only a couple of hours and the smell still lingered enough for a normal nose to pick up? Some air filter would have to get on the list now too. Or more scented spray. But that could irritate my sinuses. And probably Madison's.

Anything to keep my apartment from smelling like a gangbang would be a must, though.

"Yeah. Huge spill." Madison leapt in, humored, smile obvious in her words. "Been working it all day but you wouldn't believe how much effort it takes to get some of those stains out."

"We've got some Spic and Span if you need a better cleaner?" He offered, Madison's thick innuendo unnoticed. At least by him.

Aubrey just smiled kindly. "I'm sure they've got it handled. Now, we don't want to take up your busy evening. Greg and I both put these together."

The tin was held down to me and I took it gingerly. Warm, and tantalizingly fresh.

"Was mostly Aubrey, really." Greg scratched at his head.

"He's still picking up baking but he did help. Anyway, if you need anything, like help getting repairs or something, we're home every evening and Greg works from the apartment."

"Yeah! Any tech stuff! Or-! Well, stuff. I shouldn't talk your ears off. You had a lot today."

Aubrey winced.

That- they knew. Madison's hand found my shoulder as she sucked in a breath.

Aubrey didn't miss how I stiffened. "No concern of ours," she insisted. "We were planning to help you feel welcome before checking the evening news anyway. So these are just really well timed cookies."

"…thanks."

This was hardly something I wanted to talk about with strangers. But I could appreciate the support. Rather, I could appreciate them not asking questions.

Things got quiet. Greg was vibrating with a clear desire to vanish from his fumble.

"Enjoy the cookies, okay? And have a good night."

"Thanks. You too," Madison graciously followed.

I echoed Madison's closing words, with the unfocused mumble of someone who'd just been clapped by her new neighbors seeing her ass and package on the TV.

They left, Greg threw one last glance but followed his girlfriend back down the hall.

Door closed I leaned against it, hands heavy and warm with delicious goodness but heart numb. "Fuuuuuuck…."

Madison massaged my back, hands feeling massive on my little shoulders. That helped with the return of sickening turmoil in my belly. More echoing earlier feelings than anything to do with what was spoken.

At every turn more of what it meant to be suddenly famous sunk in.

Madison was upbeat.

"That could have been worse. They seem cool about it, I expected Greg to blabber more."

"Is he the sort to say things he shouldn't?" I got the feeling Aubrey had been considerate and ignoring the obvious topics until Greg had put his foot in it. Twice.

Maybe I could get the PRT to loan me one of those air machines they were using for the thirty-twos…

Madison didn't hesitate. "Oh yeah. He totally is. Was? Maybe she really did want a fixer upper because if so, damn. She's done some work so far. Greg would only shut up when he embarrassed himself too much to continue during high school. The pussy must be fire."

I hummed. Good pussy did make people go far. How well that was working for them was there problem. However fire that pussy was, I hungry. The butterflies of lost anonymity didn't deter my belly nearly enough to procrastinate eating.

My first stir fry on Earth Bet.

Basic was best. Some soy sauce and veggies, while they were fresh. Cracking open that bulk bag of white rice. Madison's cutlery was good, but these tiny hands took finding just the right grip to keep them steady. It was a lot to adjust to. And while Shadow could adjust her size somewhat, her pinch grip wasn't going to handle this job.

Potatoes were going to be a bitch until I got this right.

I cleaned when I could, but I had a lot less time for wiping things down because everything took a bit more time. So I did that while I ate, Shadow drifting from my chair to the counter to cautiously towel off any stray mess.

I needed to get myself some sponges. There was just too much stuff I'd forgotten in my house.

But another trip outside was just not happening. Not for days. And asking Madison to shop for me was just throwing her into the same danger zone alone.

Those ears and distinct white/brown hair would make her immediately identifiable. And she was right there in the same footage. Some pictures even caught us holding hands.

I hated that. We'd been terrified and the internet gawked.

Everything was consumed. No leftovers to survive for tomorrow. And I'd gone with my usual four dinner portions. One had gone to Madison and the rest? Right into my tiny tummy. What had once been enough food for four meals was gone in one sitting.

I laid back, stomach a bit rounder but otherwise unbothered, cookie tin in hand. They were good. Fresh, gooey. Chocolate. All that I could hope for yet still with that slight taste and smell of someone else's work.

Madison took a few but I kept the rest for later. Quite more than I'd expect.

Now I'd have to do something back, too. Daunting. But for now, I could relax.

As much as this couch would let me.

Instead of lamenting my spine I luxuriated in our shared warmth beneath the blanket and pondered my art anew. Art was about weighing options and this Midna piece was landing somewhere in the medium effort range. It deserved some rendering but already my mind was thinking ahead, what could be done differently. Thoughts running astray with ideas for the next work.

I'd finish it as it was. Good enough was the goal. Chasing perfection was just chasing exhaustion.

Madison tossed her phone aside while Luffy and co explored the various cloud formations. A whole evening and we'd barely started an arc. Anime pacing was just the worst. But I kept that to myself.

I also did not comment on how my own face, slathered in cum, was just right there beneath her game apps.

That sex drunk, stumbling, stupefied expression was still hard to associate with me. Myself. But it was also rather interesting how something so objectively hot didn't feel that way at all to me. I just remember minutes of cold showering to get my hair clean. I'd been chattering my teeth by the end of it all.

Madison noticed my attention but tried to wave me off. "It's just PHO crap. The BB sub forum is getting rowdy but mods are already laying down the law on anything concerning."

Me. They were had to be getting rowdy over me. She didn't say it but I knew.

Unwanted attention had been kept off my mind for most of the day, thanks to Madison. I had little to give and less to spare but my gratitude was too much to keep inside.

One Piece got paused. "What's up?"

All of my glancing and fretting had been too obvious, probably. But now that the moment was here I spoke from the heart.

"Thanks."

"Hm?" her ears titled, confused.

"For being my friend. Especially today."

"Oh, of course. Everyone deserves a friend, and people like us who struggle to make them. You'd have my back if I needed it."

"As best I can," I didn't hesitate to say. "But I've never been good at giving comfort. Or making new friends. Us getting along so fast feels a lot more like cosmic conspiracy than anything I did to bring us together. And now finding friends who don't just want to rub up against the fame or use me is going to be even tougher."

Madison's brow pinched at those words. I was being a bit self-depreciating. But this was a moment of honesty. And I'd gone too far with the internal worries. I sank back into the stone slabs of my couch.

"I shouldn't have said that much. I just wanted you to know I really appreciate you."

Madison leaned close, bringing me into her arms. "I can't say it will be easy, but good things happen if we give them the chance. I'm sure some people in similar shoes will want to hang out. We just need to find them."

I shuffled into her arms a bit further, the privilege of being petite beyond reason. Though this ass did make me have to lean a ways to wrap an arm around her waist. Big booty needed big space.

"So, you're saying to make friends with more thirty-twos?"

"Or maybe more capes? Glory Girl was nice."

And she was another person the universe had just thrown at me.

Maybe that was just how friendship formed. Stick your neck out into people places and hope someone good runs into you.

Academically I knew staying inside meant you didn't meet anyone, but…

"Maybe next week. This one's been exhausting."

I'd spend the rest of this week in the sweet comfort of my apartment until the groceries had to be replenished. Adjust to being fully on my own some, and whatever that meant for my elevated libido.

Madison would probably come running if I asked. Even at three in the morning. That would be just the rudest time to text someone, though.

Then my phone rang at five in the morning. Groggy, and held like a teddy bear drowning in t-shirt by a stirring Madison, I had Shadow fetch my phone from out of reach. Who the heck-

The PRT. Of course.

AN: I promise she'll catch a break guys. She got some of one in just this chapter, see? Its those no good people that keep doing things but she'll have the last laugh!