Orca/Magpie

    Gotham was really never at it's best during the fall- rain was constant and cold throughout the season, leaving everything and everyone damp with misery, especially when the basements began to flood and the sewers backed up onto the streets. And, while winter's snowfall brought with it a much needed appearance boost when the first layer of white hit the ground, more often then not the city would usually be stuck with grey dirty slush soon afterwards and buffeted with freezing below zero winds. Spring was widely agreed upon to be even worse as everything not coated in a thick layer of concrete quickly turned to clinging mud that became overgrown with sickly weeds that quickly coated the entire downtown with pollen. Everyone knew though that the worst season of all was summer.
    The skyscrapers acted like mirrors that focused the sun until it turned most of Gotham south of otisburg into an oven, and the old brownstones in the poorer parts of town just soaked the heat up. The stink from the Gotham river, the cities third unofficial dump, made living on Eastend a perpetual assault on the nose and sometimes tongue. And in the narrows the summer winds could always be counted on to bring with it a rolling layer of choking smog that stung the eyes and skin.
    And sitting at the juncture between the three was the Riverside House community correction center, aka the dumping ground for every former lunatic who had once worn too tight tights who managed to worm their way out of blackgate or Arkham. It was a big, old building that had survived three fires, an earthquake, and a bombing over the last twenty years, during which it was overseen by the sixty year old Ms. Alexendra Katranjiev.
    The halfway house was overcrowded, had no functioning air conditioning since 2001, and was infested by every type of vermin known to man- most of whom managed to make rent. And it was Grace Balin's new home.
    The former supevillianess had to crouch as she made her way through the dingy halls to avoid bumping her head against the light fixtures. She had once been a doctor of Marine Biology, and in a way she still was, just from a much more intimate point of view. Grace had transformed herself into a creature that was a fusion of killer whale and human, gaining immense strength, rows of sharp teeth, and a predilection for raw fish. In the tradition of other great scientists like Dr. Kirk Langstorm before her, she had used her new found abilities to go on a crime spree and had ended up in Blackgate at the end of it. And now she was out, trying to piece together her life, and being lectured by a little old woman who barely came up to her knee.
    "Rent is due on the first. Every month. Five PM sharp. Cash, no checks, no credit cards." Ms. Katranjiev lectured as they passed by a part of the wall that had recently been punctured and plastered over.
    "No loud music after nine. Check in every morning at seven Am. Sharp. If you break something you pay for it."
    "So, uh. Do I have my own room or-" The giantess asks, shouldering all her worldly possessions in a small backpack.
    The Hungarian immigrant pauses, adjusting her glasses. "You share room. Everyone is sharing a room." The old woman pauses as they reach one of the doors, and wraps on it loudly with her knuckles
    "What is it, you hag?" Called a voice from within, suspicious and snappy. "The rent's not due yet, you don't need to give me the fifth degree!"
    "You have a new roommate so open up! You'd better be presentable." Ms. Kratanjiev shouts as she bangs on the door.
    "Another one already?" The woman called, obviously displeased. There was the sound of bare footsteps, followed by the rattling of the doorknob, before finally it opened, revealing a slender, pale woman clad in an over-sized white t-shirt and little else. She scowled at Ms. Kratanjiev, before glancing up at her new roommate - And up, and up, and up. "... Is she going to even fit?" She asked after a pause.
    Grace looks down, her eyes pearly white orbs hidden half hidden by her smooth black skin. Two large white markings run from where her eyebrows would be to the back of her neck. She shifts her bag self consciously, tugging down on the white tank top that barely constrains her own massive form. Her shorts are held up with a thick belt with a large brass buckle that's obviously seen too much wear and tear. She seems an odd combination of thick bulging muscle and heavy soft curves underneath.
    "Of course she'll fit, just make room. You better not be collecting crap again." Their landlord says, sticking her head through the doorway.
    "Hey hey hey, it's fine, now get out!" The woman hissed, quickly pushing her back out through the doorway. "I'll settle the new girl in, just go away!"
    Ms. Kratanjiev lets out a small grunt, frowning. "Just remember what happened last time." She threatens.
    Grace leans down, coughing a little to try to enter the conversation. "Uh. My name-"
    "Orca, Magpie. Magpie, orca. learn to live with each other, and if you can't make sure you kill each outside of this house." The Hungarian snaps.
	"Don't care, just get in and shut the door." Her new roommate snapped back, baring her teeth as she got behind the massive woman and began to push her inside, obviously impatient. The metahuman growls as she's forced into the room, banging her head against the frame in the process.
    "Hey, watch it you little-" She hugs her backpack to her chest possessively before straightening out.
    Magpie slammed the door as soon as she was inside, scowling up at the larger woman. "Don't touch any of my stuff. Don't break any of my stuff. Don't even LOOK at any of my stuff for too long." She huffed, hands on her hips as she looked the larger woman up and down. Now that she was inside, Orca could see what their landlady had been talking about - The room was filled with bric-a-brac, from shiny bits of glass contained in little wicker baskets, to oddments of metal polished to a mirror sheen resting on dressers and windowsills.
    "How the hell am I supposed to do that? It's everywhere!" Grace asks, turning around in a small circle. "Where the fuck is my bed?"
    "There." She said, pointing before she frowned, seeing that it was covered in more shiny oddments. "Hang on." She grumbled, carefully shifting them from the bed to her dresser, sliding them into shelves and drawers. Overhead, clothes hung on hangers from the exposed rafters - Apparently drawer space had more important occupants.
    The whale of a woman sighs, rubbing her forehead with two fingers before taking a seat. Carefully. Despite her large bulk she moves with a precision born of practice, though when she sits down the impact of her weight jostles everything in the room. Her bed sags.
    Magpie bristled, looking at her as if suspicious that she had done it on purpose, before retreating back to her bed, where she was working on a pile of change with a toothbrush and a bowl of soapy water, cleaning each coin until it gleamed. Grace puts her bag down behind her, pushing it so it's safe between her and the wall. She considers the room and her roommate, trying to figure out a way to approach her.
    "Look. This isn't gonna work out like this. Half of this room is mine." She says, firmly.
    "I was here first. Perks of seniority." The smaller woman replied quickly, looking up from her work, her eyes narrowed.
    "This isn't open to negotiation. I'm telling you what's going to happen." Orca replies, leaning forward. "Move your crap, or I'll move it for you." Magpie hissed, baring her teeth.
	"Put up shelves for me to put it on, and I'll move it."
    "Fuck that!"
    "I was here first, bitch!" Grace puts her hand down on one knee.
	"Ground rule. if it's on my side of the room, it belongs to me." She bares her teeth. "You're that...klepto right? I heard about you. Batman and the boyscout packed you up and left you in Arkham. I don't know what kind of coddling they gave you up there but it's not gonna fly, alright? I have three feet and four hundred pounds on you."
    "You can't have my shinies!"
    "Come and take them from me." Grace says, picking up one of the small items. "Blackgate rules bitch." Magpie squeaked angrily, snatching it out of her hands.
	"Don't touch them, they're mine!" She snarled, quickly gathering up every single speck of her possessions from the other side of the room, and expertly arranging them on hers. "Don't touch my shinies. They're MY shinies. MINE, got it?"
    "You barely have enough room as it is. You're like fucking drowning in all that-" She holds up a hand. "Fine. Whatever." Magpies roommate holds picks up her backpack. "Second ground rule. You do not touch my stuff."
    "Why, do you have shinies?" She asked, perking up.
    "The fuck did I just say! Don't touch my stuff!" Grace says, clinging to her bag. "I swear I will break you like a twig if you so much as look in this."
    Her belt buckle glimmers lightly as she twists toward the window. The smaller woman's eyes locked on it, as her fingers began to fidget.
    "What?" Orca asks, trying to look as intimidating as possible, taking in a deep breath and puffing herself up to her full height, her clothing letting out small creaks as it strains to contain her
    "I like your belt buckle." Her new roommate said, oblivious to her threat displays as her eyes stayed locked on the belt.
    "Well it's the only one I got." The metahuman says, glowering at her roommate. "Don't you have enough shinies?"
    "Are you kidding?" She asked incredulously, gesturing to her collection. "This? This is barely a fraction of what I had before Bats and his man-crush came and put me away!"
    "...goddamnit it is way to hot to deal with this level of crazy." Orca mutters, putting one hand over her waist to hide the object from Magpie's view. The smaller woman frowned as it vanished from sight, pouting as she returned to cleaning her coins, occasionally glancing back over at her new roommate.
    "Does this place have working showers?" Orca asks, rummaging in her bag for a bottle of water.
    "Why, do you need to be wet all the time or something?" She asked, looking up at her.
    "Not all the time but..." Grace shrugs, putting the water to her lips and sucking it down greedily. "I'd rather shower here then go for a dip in the bay."
    "There's showers down the hall. Are you prone to fungal infections?"
    "It can't be any worse then prison." Her roommate says, getting up again.
    After a moments thought she turns back and picks up her bag again, and heads to the door. Magpie cursed quietly, glaring after her.
    "Stay on your side of the room." Orca warns her as she opens the door. Her belt shines lightly as she crouches and slips out into the hallway. The giant of a woman quickly disappears from sight, closing the door with a flick of her short black tail. After a few moments' pause, Magpie scuttled out after her, making sure to keep out of sight as she followed her through the halls.
    Grace has a very big stride but that's balanced out by her unfamiliarity of the building. By the time the small blonde catches up with her roommate, Orca has managed to locate the communal showers and disrobe, leaving her worldly possessions in a corner of the tiled room while she fumbled with the faucet. She curses as she feels the handle snap off between her fingers and drops the piece to the floor as the water finally comes on. Sighing with relief the whale woman leans into the blast of water, flinching as it comes out hot but slowly cools to lukewarm.
    Magpie crept over to her bag, cautiously opening it up to rifle through its contents, constantly glancing back up at the shower. The contents of the backpack are disappointing- Grace has a few small personal items including a lighter, a pen and pad of yellow paper, a tooth brush and floss, and a small plastic bag filled with crumpled small denominations of money. There's also a few loose pieces of paper at the bottom, filled with phone numbers and names. Orca murmurs quietly as she keeps her head underneath the water.
    "it's not forever. It's just until I get back on my feet." She says to herself. The light in the room flickers and she turns lightly, allowing Magpie to see her bare white stomach. The slick skin shines under the light. The smaller woman paused in her rifling, entranced at the sight.
	"SHE'S a shiny..." She murmured softly, releasing the bag from her hands. The metahuman turns at the noise, wrapping her arm around her bare breasts.
    "You fucking -" She snaps at Magpie, backing up against the wall, her numerous white markings shining as she leaves the water. "Get out of here!" The blonde squeaked, stepping back.
	"Sorry, sorry! It's a klepto thing, I just... I had to see what you had! None of it's interesting, so don't worry!"
    "I knew it! I knew you were gonna try to steal from me!" Orca says, her curves bouncing as she recovers from her shock and begins to advance on her roommate.
    "Did you take my belt?" She asks, pointing an accusatory finger with one hand while she continues to cover herself up with the other
	"I didn't take your fucking belt!" She hissed in annoyance, stepping back as her eyes slid down to the metahuman's naked body. Orca follows her gaze, getting more flustered.
    Magpie flushed, quickly darting out of the bathroom without another word, Orca's possessions all where she'd left them.
    Grace tries to recover her composure, returning to the water and closing her eyes before finally turning the shower off. She dresses herself slowly, checking and rechecking her backpack before finally returning to their room. She knocks on the door lightly.
    "Yeah." Came the voice from within, subdued.
    The metahuman peeks her head in. Her shirt clings to her body, and even outside the water her skin has a light sheen to it.
    "So. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot." Grace says cautiously.
    "Yeah." Her roommate replied, fidgeting on her bed, hands behind her back. "I'm Margaret. Sorry about... Being a pain in the ass earlier. And going through your stuff."
    "I'm Grace." The larger woman says, putting her things down. "Sorry that I was so aggressive."
    "Here." The blonde said, thrusting a hand out to the larger woman. In her palm was a small piece of pyrite, shiny and sparkly. "Consider it a... Housewarming present."
    "...thanks." Orca says, taking the rock. It nearly disappears inside of her fist. "This means a lot to me." Magpie flushed, looking away.
	"You're welcome. Glad you like it." Orca carefully puts the crystal down on the now empty side of her dresser.
    "I uh. Kind of wish I had something to give you in return." She says, a little bit embarrassed.
    "It's fine." The blonde said, waving her hand. "Jus, uh... If you find any shiny stuff, bring it here?" Grace looks down at her belt and snorts through her almost invisible nostrils.
	 "...screw it. I need new clothes anyway." The metahuman takes off her belt and snaps off the buckle, tossing it to Magpie. "There, now we're even." She says, hitching up her pants with one hand. The blonde squeaked happily, snatching it out of the air and clutching it to her chest, giggling. The larger woman grins a little before laying down on her bed. Her feet still stick out past the edge, leaving them just hanging above the floor.
    "God I'm looking forward to getting out of here." She says, kicking her feet back and forth.
    "Where you gonna go?" Magpie asked, polishing the belt buckle.
    "I'm going to get back to work. I have friends in Gotham University. Hell, I was the top of my field. People are probably going to be fighting over me now that I'm back." Her roommate says confidently.
    "How long have you been here?"
    "Two years." She replied sourly.
    "...really?" Orca asks, picking her head up.
    "Yeah. No one gets out, except to get back into crime or to go back to Arkham or Blackwater." She replied glumly.
    "That's not gonna happen to me." Grace says, pursing her lips. "I'm never going back there." Orca sits up a little bit more, resting her head against her hand. "Anything I should know about how this place works? Anyone I should avoid?"
    "Nah, you're a big girl, no one's gonna fuck with you that you can't just pulp." She said confidently.
    "Heh, didn't stop you." her roommate says, rubbing the back of her head. "I thought you were gonna try to shank me when I saw you in the bathroom."
    "I'm a klepto, not a psychopath." She replied with a snort.
    "You're from Arkham. You'll understand my reservations."
    A shrug.
	"We're all crims here, everyone watches their back." Orca is quiet for a moment, her fingers pressed together.
    "So. Why were you looking at me like that?"
    "Like what?" Magpie asked defensively, looking shifty.
    "You know what." The larger woman says, raising her eyebrows.
    "No I don't, I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Look, let's not bullshit each other. Do you want to fuck?"
    "Oh god yes."
    Orca would blush if she still could, her fingers pulling at her tank top.
    "R-really? None of this-" She waves at her body, "freaks you out?"
    "Are you kidding? You're big and strong and curvy and shiny, why WOULDN'T I be all over that?"
    "...ok." Orca says with a shrug, patting her bed. "Why don't you uh. Come over here. Not enough room on your side."
    Magpie was at her side in an instant, already peeling off her own shirt to reveal the simple black bran and panty set beneath. "Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck, I was worried you were gonna turn out to be straight."
    Grace licks her lips, pulling of her own top self consciously and wiggling her way free from her pants.
    "God, you're beautiful." she says quietly as she looks the smaller woman over. Magpie snorted.
	"If you like the angular, avian type, I guess." She replied, running her hands along the larger woman's skin, desperate to touch her as much as possible.
    orca's skin is supple and slightly rubbery to the touch. In some places she's yielding and and soft, but underneath Margaret can feel tight thick bands of muscles like cords of steel.Hesitantly her roommate returns the affection, her fingers running up and down her body, pulling the smaller woman closer into her lap
    The smaller of the pair didn't seem to have any reservations, kneading, rubbing, squeezing and licking indiscriminately, all over Orca in her eagerness. Her new lover squirms a little, her tail swishing back and forth as she's assaulted by her tongue and hands.
    "Careful, careful." Grace murmurs, her bosom heaving slightly as she sucks in her breath.
    "What, what's the matter?" Magpie asked, panting as she paused to look up at her partner.
    "Just- a little bit overwhelmed." Orca admits, her hands wrapping around the blondes rear. "Usually I'm the one doing all the work."
    The smaller of the pair cackled. "Yeah, that's not really how I roll. Feel free to get more involved though." She said with a wink, nipping at her neck.
    "Oh, like this?" The metahuman asks, squeezing Magpie's bottom before giving it a slap.
    She growls lightly, pushing her lover back until she's pinned against the wall by her massive mammaries.
    Magpie squeaked in surprise, giggling. "Yeah, just like that." She purred. "God, I always dreamed I'd die buried in tit..."
    "You're welcome to it. These things are more trouble then they're worth." Orca says, her lips pressed against the smaller woman's neck. Her breath is hot and sour, prickling against Magpies skin as she begins to cover her face with kisses
    The smaller woman kissed her back, struggling to find a way to do so on a playing field that was even a little bit even, but to no avail.
    Grace continues to grope, squirming as her roommate returns the favor in kind. She lets out a small moan as Magpie's hands knead her breasts and finally lets their lips meet in an awkward embrace.  Magpie purred, rubbing her partner's neck as they kissed, buried in her tits.
	"Fuuuuuuck, this is amazing..." She crooned.
    "What should we do next?" The metahuman asks, her fingers going lower and lower,
    "Put those huge fingers of yours to good use?" She suggested, grinning.
    "Just as long as you're doing something with your tongue." Orca counters, leaning back to allow the smaller woman more movement over her body. Her fingers rub back and forth between her lovers legs, slowly exploring. Magpie grinned slyly, biting at the metahuman's lips hungrily as her fingers explored the blonde's mound.
	Grace squeaks, her breath caught in her throat before pressing her wandering digits home, rubbing against her roommates lower lips and pressing clumsily against her clit. The smaller woman gasped, groaning.
 "Fuuuuuuck... Big girl's got biiiiig fingers..." She moaned breathlessly.
"It doesn't hurt does it?" Orca asks, nervously.
    "No, no, it's gooood..." She purred, wrapping her lips around one of the larger woman's nipples and beginning to suck on it.    The marine mammal tries to keep her grip firm even as small shivers work their way up and down her spine with her lovers attention. She focuses on pressing her advantage, pushing into Margaret's folds and beginning to wiggle her index finger back and forth. The smaller woman shivered, eyes wide as she moaned, working Orca's nipple with her mouth while he reached down to play with her clit.
    Grace parts her legs, cooing with contentment as Magpie's fingers slide over her thick thighs and move closer and closer to her center.
    "Good, good." She moans, moving her digit in small circles, looking for Margaret's secret spot. A loud squeal soon showed her that she'd found it, her partner trembling and giggling.
	"Fuck, hang on, lemme find yours!" She cried, fingers sliding between her thighs before they alighted on her clit. Orca's tail thumps against the wall loudly as her lover begins to twist and tease the hooded nub, clamping down hard on Magpie's hand with her thighs and arching her back
    "Perfect!"  She whispers as she presses her own thumb down on Magpie's pleasure button. The smaller woman squeaked loudly, shuddering as she tried to push Orca onwards even as her own orgasm began to build.
    "Keep going, keep going." Grace urges her lover, slowly forcing her middle finger inside of her and starting to work them both in and out.
	"Ah! Oh fuck, oh fuuuuuck!" Her partner groaned, shivering and moaning as she teased, tweaked, flicked and played with the larger woman's nub. The metahuman moans, low and deep, sucking in her breath as she nears climax. She pushes Magpie against her chest with her free hand, burying the blonde in her cleavage, and rocks her hips back and forth, moaning louder with each movement, her motions bouncing her roommate back and forth. Magpie squealed loudly as her own orgasm struck her, the sheer scale of the assault on her senses pitching her gleefully over the edge.
    The larger woman follows her soon after, her voice a deep rumble that echoes and reveberates through the smaller woman's bones. Orca slowlyy relaxes, shivering with pleasure.
    "God I needed that." Magpie grinned, chuckling.
	"Man, I was expecting it to take WAY longer to get you in bed!"
	"Yeah well. It's been a while." The giant woman says, a note of embarrassment in her voice. "Do you...do this a lot?"
	"Do what?"
	"You know." The larger woman rubs the back of her lovers head. "Sex."
    She shrugged. "Nah, I'm pretty picky."
    "Just shiny people?"
    "Not JUST shiny people!" She replied defensively. "Being shiny just increases your odds tenfold, is all!"
    "I'm gonna dry out and get less shiny eventually." Orca muses, slowly laying back down on the bed, though her hands keep the smaller woman in place. "Will I get less favorable odds then?"
    "Why would you wanna be less shiny?!" Magpie asked incredulously, rubbing her skin.
    "I can't be in the water all the time." Grace says, a little bit wistful. The smaller woman pouted.
	"I'll just throw water on you everytime I wanna fuck, I guess."
    Her roomates fingers alight over the center of her chest, and for a moment Margaret can feel the slow steady rhythm of the larger woman's heart as it thumps against her chest. Orca grins, inadverntly showoing off her rows of needle like teeth.
    "Hey, that's cool with me." She takes a moment to look Magpie over, though it's hard to tell where the featureless white orbs of her eyes are wandering
    "What?" The smaller woman asked, squirming under her scrutiny.
    The larger woman is silent for a moment and then sighs, closing her eyes.
    "Just want to know if this thing- do you want it to be just casual? Or..." Magpie giggled.
	"We barely even know each other right now. Let's just play it by ear, alright fishface?" She said, kissing her nose to take the edge off her words. Orca relaxes, nodding before giving her roommate a peck on the cheek in return.
    "Yeah. Casual. That's good. No pressure."
    Her hands rest hesitantly on the blondes rear, giving them a light grope. The smaller woman snickered.
	"God, your fingers are better than any cock I've ever dealt with."
    "Really?" Grace asks, a little bit surprised.
    "Just as big, and waaaaaaaay more dextrous." She crooned.
    "I mean... I know I enjoyed them but I'm a little bit biased..." She mumbles, embarrassed. "Well. Uh. Your tongue was really good too. Very...enthusiastic!"
    Magpie tsked, flicking her nose.
	"Don't patronize me, hon." The whale of a woman wrinkles her snout.
    "I enjoyed it a lot though! I'm just- I don't know how to do this pillow talk though."
    "Then don't force it." She replied, grinning. "Just say you had fun and leave it at that."
    "Ok. I had fun. A lot of fun. I guess this whole roommate thing might work out." Orca's foot taps loudly against the floor. "...now if only I had a bigger bed
    "Yeah, can't really help you out there." She said, shrugging. "Place is shit, what're you gonna do?"
    "Maybe I'd be better off just sleeping on the floor." Her roommate muses while her hands continue to knead and squeeze Magpie's body. The response seems like an unconscious reflex, her hands finding something to do while the metahuman is thinking. The smaller woman chuckled at the compulsion, happily rubbing the larger woman, basking in her shininess.
    Grace blinks as the shifting sun begins to reflect off of Magpies collections of shinies, lighting up her half of the room in hundreds of tiny patches.
	"That's uh. Kind of pretty." She admits, looking at her roommate.
	"Right? When the sun hits them and they just light up the room!" She gushed, beaming as she looked over at them.
	"I noticed you had a lot of coins. I uh, had a collection of old currency when I was a kid. I really liked the mercury dimes in particular. Do you have any of those?"
    "I have seventeen!" She squealed happily, darting out of Orca's arms to rummage through her drawers. In no time at all, Margaret was running Grace through her entire collection, explaining each piece in intimate detail.     The larger woman is happy to listen and nod, carefully holding up the offered pieces and handing them back to her roommate. This wasn't exactly what she had planned to do today, but it was definitely worth doing.