**Several Nights Ago**
_Saddles,_ Lisa decided. _That's what we need._ She clung to the massive dog, trying to keep the sensitive skin of her butt and pussy from being abraded away by the rough flesh and bony plates that had formed when Rachel made them bulk out. Brian was in front of her on the same dog; stripped down for action as they were, he wore just his helmet, while she wore her domino mask and utility belt. Her breasts brushed against his back; she was pulled away from him when the dog leaped, and squashed up against him when it landed.
She could see Regent riding his dog, behind Bitch, alongside them. On the other side, the third dog, which was riderless, easily kept pace. She grinned as Regent held on to Rachel; both of them were naked except for their masks, of course, and it was no surprise to her that Alec occasionally slipped Rachel a length when neither of them thought anyone else was watching.
She and Brian were fucking; that was not a secret in the group. He was fixated on getting Aisha clear of her mother, and Lisa was helping him in between her own projects; in addition, he needed a release of tension every now and again, and if she was to be honest, so did she. Her power made it difficult from time to time, so she tended to dress up in whatever concoction of straps and buckles and spikes that turned him on this week, and then get him to cloak her in his darkness, grab her, and ravish her until she was helpless with pleasure. He enjoyed it, as did she. It was just something they did, and then got on with business.
However, the problem with Lung was not business as normal. The ABB was setting up to hit them, and hit them hard. The unwritten rules were out the window; not that the ABB tended to follow them all that much. Lung wanted the Undersiders dead, and he had set out to bring the whole weight of his organisation down on them.
But something had gone wrong; when Brian and the others had hit Oni Lee, the teleporter had panicked and run, rather than stand and fight. Which halved the problem that the Undersiders were facing. But it left the question; why had Lung not backed his man up?
Following the direction that Lung would have come, they found the answer to the question. Lung had found someone else to fight; or rather, someone had found him.
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"I'm calling this in," Clockblocker announced. "We need backup on this."
I shook my head. "They'll never get here in time. We need to act now. You heard him; they're gonna be killing _kids_."
"There's only two of us," Clockblocker protested. "I knew I never should have let you talk me into coming this far into the Docks. There's a dozen of them, plus Lung. We'll be toast."
I shook my head again. "Nope. We'll hold here, and deal with it ... my way."
Clockblocker began to protest, but then shut up. He opened the radio channel; I could hear him calling it in. As I could have predicted, the answer came back; message acknowledged, Protectorate notified, do not engage.
Clockblocker looked at me; I had started humming.
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The first inkling that Lung had of anything going awry was when his men started drifting away from him. They could not look him in the eye, and the ones on the outskirts of the group were positively hurrying into the darkness.
"Stop!" he shouted. "Come back here! Where are you going?"
There was no answer; they ran faster. Even his most loyal men, made suddenly cowards, turned tail and retreated from him.
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"What the hell?" muttered Clockblocker.
I grinned. "Localised subsonic field. Causes feelings of dread and revulsion. I made it so all but Lung felt it. Now it's just us and him."
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Lung glared around at the surrounding darkness. "Where are you?" he bellowed. "How did you chase my men away? Show yourself! I demand it! Face me!"
His body began to grow; flame wreathed his skin. Metal scales started sliding into place.
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"Wow, he figured that out fast," I muttered.
"He's a gang lord, but he's not stupid," Clockblocker reminded me.
"Let's see him figure this one out," I grinned.
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Lung felt a sharp pain in the middle of his abdomen; metal skin or not, the cramp doubled him over. He went to one knee, then gritted his teeth. Inch by painful inch, he straightened up, then stood. The cramp grew stronger; he defied it, ignored it. Felt the pain fuel his anger, increasing his growth.
"I am LUNG!" he roared at the sky. "Mere pain cannot defeat me!"
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"He figured it out," Clockblocker pointed out.
"Fuck, what is this guy _made_ of?" I asked rhetorically. Taking a deep breath, I resumed humming.
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Lung's ears rang, then his eyes began to blur and water. He could not see, could not hear. And then he heard a voice in his head. _"I'm right here, stupid,"_ came a girl's voice. _"Can't you see me?"_
He lashed out with steel claws, and felt a tearing pain as his talons buried themselves in his leg. Wrenching them out with a roar, he swung again and again at the elusive, annoying voice. Time and again, he struck himself, but he kept swinging. She couldn't duck every blow.
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"Holy shit," marvelled Clockblocker. "You're making him hit himself. How are you making him hit himself?"
"Lowering his critical faculties, so that he doesn't think too hard about what he's doing," I told him tersely. "Giving him audio ghosts to swing at. But this is just stopgap. It won't stop him for good. I'm trying to figure out how to nail him to the wall."
Clockblocker shook his head. "You're already fucking him over harder than basically anyone in Brockton Bay's managed to do yet," he informed me. "If we can hold him till the Protectorate gets here ..."
"No," I snapped. "We can take him down. _I_ can take him down. I just have to figure out how."
"Maybe you can give him a sound job," he jibed. "Make him stay here while he gets over it."
Behind my goggles, my eyes opened wide. "That's it!" I gasped. "When we get back to base, I'm gonna give you the biggest ..." I fell silent, except for my humming. I had to get this just right.
"Biggest what?" he asked, curious. "Kiss? Blowjob? Hug?"
"Sh!" I enjoined him, concentrating hard.
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Lung felt the vibration start in his man parts. Even in his human form, he was bigger than most, and took pride in it. When grown, he got even bigger. The sensation of the vibration was strange; at first, it was pleasurable, but then the intensity became too strong. It felt as though he were being kicked in the testicles a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times a second.
Summoning all his strength, all his resolve, he stood straight, and roared his defiance at the sky again.
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"Fuck," muttered Clockblocker. "What the fuck do we do now?"
"We try harder," I muttered grimly. I amped up the vibration even harder; I would never have used this level of amplitude with a normal human, but Lung was tough. _He can take it. Can't he?_
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The pain increased tremendously; Lung was strong, but even such a one as he had his limits. Still, he only fell to his knees, rather than on his face. "FACE ME!" he screamed. "FACE ME, YOU COWARD!"
The pain was a white-hot bear-trap clutching his masculinity; he fought not to throw up. He fought to stay upright. He was _Lung_ ; no-one brought him to his knees without a fight.
And then he felt the most intense pain that had ever befallen him; the wave of agony blasted through him, crumbling his last resistance. As he toppled sideways in a dead faint, he looked down and knew that his testicles were no more.
They had exploded.
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We edged out cautiously, but Lung had reverted to normal human size; even in his unconscious state, his hand protectively cupped his ruined scrotum.
"Oh fuck," groaned Clockblocker, looking away. I didn't blame him; throwing up in his helmet would not be a good experience. "What did you fucking _do?"_
"Ew," I noted, looking Lung over carefully. "I think I made his balls explode."
_"What?"_ he yelped in horror. "Please tell me you're joking."
I shook my head. "Nope. His balls are history."
"Oh god," he muttered. "Oh god. Uh, Harmonic?"
"Yes?" I asked absently. _What are those people doing up there on that rooftop? Are they going to attack us?_
"All the inappropriate comments I ever made, please accept my profound apologies. I mean it."
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The Undersiders had halted their dogs on the top of a three-storey building, and had more or less seen the whole show. Lisa had narrated what was going on, up to and including how Lung's testicles had exploded. Both the guys had reflexively clutched at themselves at that point; Lisa grinned to herself.
"Holy shit," muttered Brian. "So, this is all this new cape. Harmonic, right?"
Lisa nodded. "Yeah. She - uh, oh shit."
"Oh shit what?" asked Brian tensely.
"She made us. She knows we're here."
"Fuck," muttered Brian. "Okay, we're done here. Let's go before this scary new Ward decides to see what she can explode on _us_."
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"Sure," I agreed. "Just don't call me Sound Job any more, okay?"
"Deal," Clockblocker agreed fervently. He looked down at Lung's hunched form. "I don't think the PRT's gonna be too pleased with this. Capturing a major crime figure, yes. Emasculating him ... no. A really big 'nope' right there."
"But he wouldn't give up," I argued.
"That's Armsmaster's bike," he told me, as the engine noise became audible. "Talk to him about it."
I sighed. It seemed that even capturing the bad guy came at a price.
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**A Few Days Later**
"Taylor!" announced Aegis. "Everyone! Listen up!"
The Wards looked around curiously; I glanced up from the game of cards I was playing with Dean and Missy. So far I was ahead two foot massages.
"What's up?" I asked. "What did I do now?"
"It's the result of the inquiry that was held into how you captured Lung," Aegis revealed. "They've decided that you were using reasonable force, especially against a Brute of his caliber and potential power. Especially since he'll grow his balls back. Eventually."
There was clapping and cheering from the other Wards; Missy grabbed me and kissed me, hard. I didn't object.
" ... right," I agreed, after the kiss ended. Missy settled herself on to my lap. "But I can't help feeling that the other shoe's about to drop."
"Well, the Director did append a note just for you to the file," Aegis told me.
"Yeah?" I asked. _Here it comes._
"Yeah," he revealed. "It says, and I quote, "Don't do it again.""
Laughter broke out all over, and this time it was Dean who kissed me, very thoroughly.
"And so," went on Aegis, "the Director has kindly donated us a bottle of champagne, for us to imbibe by way of celebration."
"And in the hope that Taylor never gets that mad at us," interjected Dennis.
"Oh, I'd never do _that_ to you," I told him sweetly. "Your eyeballs, maybe. But never your testicles."
"She's joking," Missy hastened to assure him. He didn't look so sure.
Carefully, Aegis worked the cork from the bottle, and poured into the glasses he had brought down with him. Each of them drank; I thought it tasted far too bitter for my liking. But I drank it down anyway.
"Hey," Missy pointed out belatedly, "Taylor should have seen if she could vibrate the cork out of the bottle. Or, I dunno, fizz the champagne enough to make it blow out."
I shook my head. "Too much chance of miscalculation. We don't want glass shrapnel everywhere."
"Oooh, ooh, ooh," Missy grinned, and ran to the fridge. When she returned, she held a can of soda. "See if you can make this fizz enough to make it pop its tab."
I frowned. "I dunno ..."
"Come on!" urged Chris. "Carlos, this is okay, right?"
Carlos grinned. "Sure. Let's see what happens."
"Do it! Do it Do it!" chanted Missy. Chris joined in, then Dean.
"Okay, fine, I'll do it," I acceded. "Just let me concentrate for a moment."
I focused my attention on the can as it sat innocently on the table. Dean had his arm around my shoulders on one side, and Missy clung to my arm on the other. I began to hum ...
Everyone stared at the can. It didn't seem to be doing anything. I kept humming, deep in my throat.
"Are you sure -" began Chris, and then the can exploded.
The contents, brought to a high foam by my power, tore free of the seams of the can, and sprayed in every direction. The can itself, opened out like a flower, sat in the middle of the table still, devoid of most of its contents. This was because the Wards were wearing a majority of them.
Chris wiped his eyes free of soda foam, and looked around at the spray pattern. it was impressive.
"Holy shit," he managed. "That was fucking _awesome_!"
Dean kissed me. His lips tasted of soda. "I have to admit, that was pretty damn impressive."
Aegis looked at everyone. "Okay, now we're all covered in soda. We have some cleaning up to do. But first ... I think we should take our champagne to the jacuzzi and finish our celebration."
So we did that. Rescuing our glasses and refilling them with the champagne - which, I had to admit, was tasting a little better this time - we headed for the jacuzzi. it was big enough to fit all of us, but it was a little bit of a squeeze. Which was perfectly okay; we were all fine with being really close to each other.
They toasted me, and we drank more champagne. By the third glass, I was really enjoying it. I was also really enjoying the closeness, and the way Missy was starting to shamelessly molest my body.
And then I felt Dean's erection starting to probe at my pussy. I emptied my glass, put it down, grabbed him and kissed him. Then I reached under me, and guided him home. He slid into me with startling ease, and I gasped. Slowly at first, and then with increasing urgency, he began to thrust into me; his hands were doing all the right things, and I was feeling blinding waves of pleasure through every part of my pussy.
And then I felt Carlos' hands on my breasts, and his cock sliding up and down between my ass cheeks. I moaned and leaned forward slightly, giving him better access to my ass.
When he entered me, I came right then and there, and then kept cumming, as Dean was doing magic to my pussy with his penis and his fingers. Carlos began to thrust into me from behind, and I opened my eyes wide as his thick erection gave my asshole a whole new series of delights. Dimly, off to the side, I saw Missy between Chris and Dennis, presumably with Dennis' cock in her pussy, and Chris' in her ass, from the way they were placed. She was moving up and down - or being moved, I couldn't tell - with every expression of delight on her face.
Somewhere along the way - I was a bit fuzzy, between the amazing sex, and the champagne - we moved out of the jacuzzi, and on to the floor. I knelt over Carlos' penis, letting it impale me all the way, while Dean got down behind me and took my ass so tenderly and gently that I could have cried, if I were not riding on an orgasmic wave of pleasure.
Not that I was the only one; my pussy and ass were vibrating just fine; Carlos had cum in my ass before we even got out of the tub, and I knew Dean wasn't far behind. I watched Missy, on her hands and knees, being vigorously sodomised by Chris, while she suckled on Dennis' cock; she moaned with every driving stroke of Kid Win's penis between her taut young buttocks.
Carlos came inside me again, and Dean followed shortly after. I took to sucking on Dean's cock to revive him, while Carlos started butt-fucking me again. It was amazing; he was a machine. My ass cheeks spread wide to accommodate him, and he stroked his cock into me tirelessly. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I came, again and again.
I remember sucking on Carlos' cock, the head right at the back of my throat, while I slid up and down on Dennis' erection, and Chris pumped his member into me from behind. But I wasn't leaving Dean and Missy out of it; while she lay with her legs spread wide, he slid the shaft of his cock up and down between her tight young pussy lips. My hand on his cock imparted vibration to both her pussy and his cock, making them both feel almost as if they were indeed having sex.
He thrust hard, and she clung to him, and while she wailed out her climax, he spurted wad after wad of cum over her belly and breasts. As his cock was spasming out its last load of jism, I pulled it back so that the head was pushed directly up against her soft pussy lips, and his cum jetted up inside of her.
We switched again; Carlos and Dean were stroking into me once more, Dean in my ass and Carlos in my pussy, while I gave hand jobs right and left to Dennis and Chris. My hands, vibrating as they were, gave them far greater pleasure than would normally have happened. Not to be left out, Missy was on all fours over Carlos' head, where he and I could share the duty and pleasure of eating her delicate young pussy.
I'm fairly sure that I had cum in both my holes from every guy there before we were finished, and I'm fairly sure that I sucked all of them off before the night was over. I do know that Chris had Missy in every way that he could, and that Dennis came inside her several times also.
I lost count of the number of times that Carlos came inside me. I asked him later; he told me that his balls had given up the job of producing semen, and for all he knew, his kidneys had taken over. All I knew was that if Dean had not had a previous place in my heart, I would have seriously considered making a play for Carlos; also, I knew exactly why Principal Blackwell had fallen so hard for him.
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I woke up the next day, cuddled up to Dean. Behind me was a warm lump, which turned out to be Missy, fast asleep. I rolled over and took her in my arms; she was so very cute, just lying there, that I just had to hold her.
Slowly, she woke up and smiled at me. I kissed her. She smiled again, and kissed me back.
"Morning, sexy," she murmured. "Did you have as good a time last night as I did?"
I grinned. "I hope so. You had a pretty damn good time."
I felt Dean's arms go around me from behind. He kissed me on the back of the neck. "I think we _all_ had a good time last night," he told us.
When I moved, I felt my pussy and ass throbbing gently, reminding me that I had overused them somewhat. But it was a _good_ kind of throbbing. I hadn't had that much stimulation since what Emma and her friends had done to me, and this time, I'd had serious orgasms to go with it.
I looked at Missy. "I seem to recall being eaten out by you while someone fucked you from behind," I commented, memory slowly returning. "Who was it?"
"Must've been Chris or Dennis," she answered, playing idly with my nipple.
I shook my head. "They were sucking on my tits, and I was jacking them off. Someone else was playing with my ass, but you were getting a cock in you from behind." I turned my head. "Dean, did you ...?"
He blinked, dawning worry clouding his brow. "Oh fuck," he breathed. "Oh shit, Missy, I'm sorry. I think I did."
"Wow, really?" asked Missy. Carefully, she felt herself. "I _do_ feel a bit tender."
"Let me see," I urged her. She scooted up the bed and opened her legs wide. I pulled her labia apart, and inspected her. Over my shoulder, Dean did the same.
"She looks a _little_ chafed," he allowed. "Like if a cock too big for her had gone into her." He knuckled himself in the forehead. "Fuck! I'm so, so sorry, Missy!"
Missy shook her head. "That's not what I'm pissed off at!" she told us. "I'm pissed that Dean finally fucked me, and I don't recall it!"
"Well, we're not gonna repeat that in a hurry," I told her. "Special circumstances, and you were kinda lubed up, after Chris and Dennis had their way with you. You're gonna wait till your Card says okay. And we don't talk about this to anyone."
"Don't talk about what?" asked Carlos, opening the door.
"Nothing, nothing," I told him hastily. "What's up?"
He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over my ass. "How do you feel this morning? Ready for action?"
I pulled his head down for a kiss. "Try me."
He grinned. "You know Sophia Hess and Emma Barnes, right?"
I nodded. "Emma got the shit beaten out of her last week in the girls' bathroom. The beating was severe enough to put her in the hospital. She hasn't been talking, but Sophia hasn't been around, and we all think it's her who did it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Well, she actually started talking coherently this morning. She said it _was_ Sophia who beat her up."
I looked at him. "Uh, not exactly news. So what's the big deal?"
His grin widened. "She didn't just say it was Sophia Hess who did it. She also said it was Shadow Stalker."
My eyes widened. _Sophia Hess is the vigilante Shadow Stalker._ It all made sense.
"Fuck," I muttered. "Holy fuck."
Carlos nodded. "Exactly. Now, given that there's still an outstanding charge of Age Card theft, not to mention more cases of assault than I can poke a stick at, pending over her head, the Director wants her brought in. Immediately." He raised his eyebrows. "Think you're up to it?"
I grinned at him, or perhaps I just showed my teeth. " _Fuck_ yes."