Amy: Monster 1.9

You’d have expected this in a dream.

“It’s just a little sore Vicky...” You complained, though not too stringently at your sister’s attempts at stripping you bare in order to examine your chest, leaving you blushing madly at her insistent touch. You almost wish that it was just a dream, you could go farther in a dream. “Not like I haven’t taken blows before...”

“Come on Amy... I’ve got to be at least a little concerned for you.” Victoria complained as she all but tackled you down to the ground, pinning you as she reached to pull up your robe over your head. You were in bed sleeping as you overly enthusiastic sibling had barged in, an old habit which made you wary of finger-time Not under the covers.

“I’m fine Vicky...”

“You got punched in the chest by some goon; that is decidedly not fine Aims.”

“Ok so it’s a little… OW!” Victoria poked lightly at your chest, leaving a small explosion of pain almost directly at the spot where the bullet had hit.

“A little huh. Amy you couldn’t hide something like this from me if you tried for a hundred years. I knew it wasn’t just a little hit like you were trying to sell it off as.” The heroine frowned, giving you a look of sisterly knowing. “I can always tell when something’s going on with you. Don’t shut me out.”

You couldn’t help but groan as she pulled you into a hug, luxuriating in her strong but delicate grip.

“… Vicky...” You pretend to struggle. “You’re smothering me…”

“And that’s what I’m here for. Now come on... I was too busy fighting that bastard… I can’t even believe how dammed fast he is with those teleports.” She griped.

“That’s what we get for running patrols without more combat personnel...” You warned lightly, smiling as you did. You hadn’t actually seen your cousins all week, though that wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. Both Crystal and Eric were unlikely to go out looking for trouble like your sister was want.

They tended towards only showing up when actually requested for hero work, too busy with their own lives otherwise.

“Well. You were the one who wanted to ‘get out to the streets’.” Victoria smiled, pushing you over to make room next to you in the bed.

“Maybe I just went a little insane?” You try to be nonchalant about it. While she was never too concerned with her own safety, and more than a bit too reckless by a wide margin, you could never say that your sister didn’t think about your personal safety as one of her highest priorities.

“Maybe. You still got in and took that guy out though. Kung-fu Grip Amy FTW!” She grinned hugging your shoulders. Not at all mentioning the shit you’d gotten earlier from Carol about the entire thing, getting ‘close’ enough to a man with a gun to incapacitate him with a touch. She was practically frantic with scolding. “Good thing nobody shoots at Panacea.”

You couldn’t help but feel your stomach fall at her continued grin.

You suddenly felt… guilty.

You had Vicky here, sharing in your glory... and yet you couldn’t, wouldn’t share with her what you’d done. What you could do. It pricked you a bit inside to hide anything from her, even the little bits and pieces that made you want her desperately, made you want to bow down and worship between her beautiful legs, made you want to be her lover, her confidant, her everything... not merely her sister.

“Next time we go patrolling though, I’ll call Dean, see if we can all go together.” She spoke, your mood dropping almost immediately as she did it, not realizing how she shattered your heart with her jagged words.

You resist temptation... you resist yourself.

“... sure.”

There was more that could be said.

You said no more.


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A moan.

A cry.

A sniffling sob.

You pushed in… hard, thrusting hips with short Angry strokes even as you were in turn penetrated by your own creation, the sensation of dominance and the plainly upset girl who writhed beneath you, her limbs stuck in a tiresome position as you slammed home, again and again into her needy hole.

“Fuck.” You cried out, viciously as you reworked the nerves. Pain and pleasure mingling as you continued to thrust.

“Fuck.” You spoke again, vicious in your abandon, the girl below you utterly disgusted by your touch even as she feels the pleasure and intimate hurt surging though her well abused anus.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck... FUCK Dean. Fuck him the eye.” You moved material from elsewhere in your suit, growing the fleshy rod which you’d formed between your legs out to an obscene size even as you abused the delicate hole with a reckless abandon, throwing all of your frustrations into the motions.

Until the moment you decided to explode within her, letting the fake cock which you’d crafted squirt thick viscous fluids into her body.

You were tempted... so very tempted to change her face to that of Victoria’s. But it seemed wrong somehow.

Orgasm overtook the pitiful creature beneath you, even as you restored motor functions to her.

... oh. At some point in the exchange you’d set her to looking like a female Dean.

“Alright whore. Get yourself together.” You ordered almost listlessly. You’d enjoyed making her suffer, enjoyed twisting her brain so that everything you’d done here would feel terrible, alien and wrong, all at the same time as being pleasurable to an almost insane intensity.

It took a moment before the young woman could rise up from out of the fresh fucked puddle which you’d just made her, her slightly masculine features twisting as she nodded.

You sighed.

The bite had gone out of you with that, stored up all morning as you made the excuse that ‘you were recuperating for the day’ in order to get out of any of the more family oriented activities which Saturdays would have bought. You’d wondered off and found your way, carefully, back at the hide out before using a burner phone bought during the week to let your Toy know that you wanted her to show up so that you could blow off some steam.

Still, it was the weekend, and you weren’t going to waste that.

You began to alter your bodysuit back to its original form, letting the other head of the dildo which you'd made slide back out of your body. It has been snug, perfectly fitted to you and pressing smoothly against your clit, you doubted that the real, unmodified deal could do the same.