1-2. school daze
3. the maud couple
4. fake it 'til you make it
5. grannies gone wild
6. surf and/or turf
7. horse play
8. the parent map
9. non-compete clause
10. the break up breakdown
11. molt down
12. marks for effort
13.
the mean 614. a matter of principals
15. the hearth's warming club
16. friendship university
17. the end in friend
18. yakity-sax
19. on the road to friendship
20. the washouts (episode)
21. a rockhoof and a hard place
Spoilered: Explicit, vulgar, mind stuff, gaslighting, corruption, remote control, personality alteration, expansion, violence against something non-human, dark.
Thanks to another interesting feature Alex had discovered in the app on his tablet, Sugartits’ entire body now soaked up his jizz and metabolized it directly; whether it was going down her throat or not. Already the pores in her skin were wicking away his thick pearl-batter and chemicals in her bloodstream were breaking it down into constituent parts that it could use, along with the food she ate so much of last night, to repair the bruising and tearing of her breasts and connective tissues. Build them back stronger and more resilient over time.
Alex’s firm body wriggled out from beneath her breasts, causing her to shudder with more pleasurable sensations. They were so sensitive that sufficient contact with just her tits could drive her to orgasm as quickly as any horny boy whacking away after a dry spell in front of the hottest porn he’d ever seen. Which was good, because Alex apparently had an inexhaustible supply of fluids and barely needed any time to recharge; each time she was enlisted to rub, suck, or fuck his dick it was as if he’d gone in fresh. Speaking of which, now her user alex alverson, whom she referred to with the handle Master, was standing up with his substantial cock cantilevering proud into the open air.
“Good job, Bitch. Now come over here and get a taste,” he said. Immediately, Sugartits (aka Bitch, sometimes Babe, and at some point probably Honeysnatch, her full name of Princess Sugartits, or the more public-friendly Lexi the Magical Unicorn if he ever got around to letting her leave the apartment other than to get groceries), began struggling to her feet. It required a straight back and lifting with the knees to hoist her restrictively heavy breasts slowly and gingerly off the floor. Then she waddled over and dropped to her knees again, sending her sore breasts bounding wildly, and leaned forward to steady herself against his trim hips. Lining her face up to avoid poking him with her horn, Sugartits began to enthusiastically impale her mouth on his rigid dick. Her over-sensitized mouth reacted the same way her wet pussy did to being penetrated, leaving her moaning and groaning in ecstasy as she worked his shaft. Soon she’d be cumming, as she had for the last dozen times, just fractions of a second before he did, and then she’d be enjoying a thick, hot mouthful of piña colada-flavored Master-jizz. Maybe he’d keep her there and fuck her face continually again, like he had last night for three times in a row. Since he didn’t need time to recover, he could keep up with her, or even lead her in the orgasm relay.
Sadly, this was a final one-and-done to cap off their first morning’s session. But deep-throating him snapped the choker she’d been wearing for the last couple of days. After he released her skull and went to get his clothes, she glanced down at it on the floor. Something was printed on it that she was sure wasn’t there yesterday morning. ‘L3X1 - Simonson Inc.’ Sugartits picked up the broken choker and flipped it over in her hand. There was a tag sewn onto the inside. ‘Serial No. 00000001 - Warranty Void if Removed.’
Master told her to make like a MILF and go fix him some breakfast. Cooking, nurturing, servility, submissiveness, and domesticity were now part of her installed skill set, so Sugartits grinned as she started to plan what to fix for them to eat. She was finding that being useful gave her mood a big boost, even if it was just Master having her sleep naked as a body pillow for him all last night. She got to her feet and fought for balance again, then looked at her nightstand. Huh, weird. Where’s my phone?
“Master, where’s Sugartits’ phone?” she asked. “Sugartits wants to look up some recipes.” The third-person verbal tic was another one of Master’s adjustments with the app on his tablet.
“You don’t have a phone, Princess,” Alex told her with an eye roll. “I have a phone. See?” He held up a phone that looked exactly like hers, but unlocked it with his thumbprint on the scanner. The wallpaper was a pinup of some kind, not of Sugartits she was disappointed to note. Maybe I can convince him to take some pictures of me later? she thought. Then she realized that no, she used to have a phone for sure. How had he hijacked hers? She had it set to unlock with her fingerprint. But this question would have to wait as Alex snapped his fingers, breaking her train of thought so she could attend to his needs. “Breakfast?” he reminded her. She felt so disappointed at putting her questions before his request! She resolved to do better next time as she scrounged up something to keep hot grease from spattering over her body while fixing their food.
“Get ready,” said the haggard voice of Jay as the two young lovers struggled to cope with the sudden brightness. “We’ve got something. Could be time to make our move.”
Just as she sat down with a fork and spoon at the table to eat out of the cookware, she heard her phone- no, it was Master’s phone, she reminded herself. “Yeah?” he said, standing directly behind her. The voice on the other end was familiar; she half expected it to be the indecipherable dialect of Creepy Boss, but instead it was much more pleasant. “Oh hey dad,” Master said. Sugartits instantly realized she was hearing the voice of her own father, who had left her and her mother back when she was a young ____. And he was talking to Master like a son, in warm tones and plenty of chuckles. “Yeah, I got the check and deposited it yesterday. Uh-huh. No, that’s okay, I have enough left for gas. Don’t worry. And hey, something’s come up. Pretty soon I might not need to mooch off of you anymore. Hahah, yeah, one of those YouthTube stars, sure sure. Hawking Raid: Dark Tales every video, right!” The two shared a long-distance laugh, the kind ____ and his (now her) father never had. “No but seriously, I’ve got something worked out, but it might take a while to break out. So hold onto that checkbook, okay? Right. Heh, okay. Bye dad, I’ll tell mom you called. Thanks. Bye.” BOOP
“Speaking of money, here’s my plan for you, Sugartits,” he said, leaning down and rubbing her shoulders while whispering directly into one of her big, fuzzy ears. “I’m going to call the Internet place and get us some fiber hooked up. We’ll set up a corner of the bedroom so that you can do some streaming. A smokin’ hot cam whore like you will definitely pay the bills. So once you’re done eating, start setting up some socials. I think that whole ‘Lexi the Special Unicorn’ or whatever name should work great. Before you commit, bring your account info to me for approval. And have at least an InstaGlam up and running before it’s time to make lunch, okay Sugartits?” He patted her shoulder and then went to sit on the couch, picking up the GameStation controller.
Sugartits ate quickly and mechanically, even though she was no longer excited about her meal.
“How are we going to get there in time?” Darius asked. “That’s an hour’s drive away.”
“You won’t be driving. When you arrive, remember to keep your eyes open and look through the warp. Your amulets will protect you from mental incursions and let you perceive illusions, but it’s still an extra-spatial hive in there. Try to remember that you’ll perceive yourselves moving inward, but you’re actually moving down. As far as we know, it’s only Simonson in the back.”
“Isn’t Lexi working in the front?” Selene asked.
“Your friend hasn’t been there this morning, and there’s a warp in effect. One of the early morning customers was apparently warped into thinking he’s their new hire and has been manning the register. That’s what tipped us off.”
Selene and Darius exchanged looks. “If my bro isn’t at the shop, why are we going in?” he asked.
“Because you two can cover each other and take out Simonson. Once he’s incapacitated, Firmament will be able to enter and search the hive at will.”
“But where’s Lexi?” Selene insisted.
“We have reason to believe she’s being held at her apartment by something Simonson cooked up. We’re detecting heavy, consistent warp layering there. Dev thinks it’s a mind-game by Simonson, and that nothing in that apartment would make sense to anyone without an amulet. That’s why I’m going to handle it, with Dev keeping watch on everyone from here,” Jay explained.
All eyes turned to the elder Kingston. “It’s the only way. Son,” he said, turning to Darius, “If you or Selene walked into that apartment, you might hesitate.”
“Hesitate to do what?” Selene nearly shouted.
“To aim for the correct target, which may not be who you think it is. It has to be someone whose already seen through the warp on your friend, to look at what’s underneath. Jay can make that call when it counts.”
“You know, I didn’t sign up for this to be someone’s hit squad,” Darius said, grappling with this feelings. “I didn’t volunteer to assault some shopkeeper, no matter who-”
“Your old friend won’t be released from his tortures until he’s dead or otherwise disposed of,” Devon told his son in a firm voice. “It cannot happen. His hold is too strong by now. He’s applied too much warp; it’s intricately tied to him. You have to attack the source to have any hope of success.”
Everyone was quiet for the space of five seconds.
“Okay, you two follow me into the next room please,” Jay said. He nodded at Devon Kingston significantly as the young recruits gripped their weapons and were herded into a chamber hidden behind a shelf of movie disc cases. Kingston nodded back, and made ready to provide any remote support he could. When the door to the chamber closed, he turned on the lights in the theater and walked over to a table. On it was a small model of the mall, made from foam to match aerial photography surveys (no blueprints existed and there were actually no direct records of the mall having ever been constructed; if they were ever drawn up, Devon Kingston would have found them.)
“Okay Honeysnatch, keep the shirt and mom-pants but do a little change of accessories for this next one. Say, lose the bracelets so they can see your girly little wrists, and how about some different shoes? Hop to it, butterbutt!” he said before connecting the camera to his laptop to pick through the previous photos. Sugartits removed the jewelry from her wrists as instructed and swapped out her plain black stiletto heels for some fancy gold-patterned platforms that wrapped around the front of her ankles and the tops of her feet with little stylized wing emblems.
“Alright Bitch,” Master said, cycling through her various official aliases and even inventing new ones that weren’t being registered in her profile. Face me and drop down, keeping those knees together. Hands on your thighs, and look upwards like you’re feeling shy, demure, and secretly into it.” Sugartits’ body was automatically complying even as the clauses left Master’s mouth. “Droop the eyelids a little more, part those lips. Like you’ve got some doubt about this. Yeah, like that. Keep following the camera, okay?” He lowered himself down while staring through the view screen, until he was on an even-keel with the equator of her massive breasts. “Okay, hold that right there. God I want to fuck those big funbags of yours, Bitch. No, stop smiling! Shy, remember? Yes, that’s it. Hold that right there.” SNAP “Okay, we’re done for now. We should be able to get a good banner out of-” he stopped when he realized Sugartits was distracted by a tremor of orgasm, her eyes glazed over. “Damn, Bitch. What a helpless slut you are,” he chuckled as he walked over and started stroking the top of her head like a pet. This did not settle her down; quite the opposite. She mewled and grunted and leaned onto his thickly-muscled thigh, relishing the smell of lust coming off his skin and the supportive affirmation of her out-of-control libido. She sat there propped against his leg as the contractions of her body subsided, face so close to the cock she could see stirring under his pants. But he hadn’t given her the order to go for it, so she merely appreciated it from inches away. Then he pushed her back to her straight kneeling position and turned to connect his camera to the laptop, ignoring her as he set to work editing the photos from this session to make a banner for her new InstaGlam profile.
After a few moments, he was satisfied with the results. “Come take a look at your sexy self,” he said. With great effort, Sugartits hauled her bulk up and stepped gingerly over to lean on Master’s shoulder and see what he was talking about. There she was, in the two most recent images, captured from Master’s point of view. Tits and Ass, a classic combination. She really did look like a MILF in these shots, especially with her curvy hips and thighs, accentuated by her tight pants. Hot. “You know, I think you could go a little bigger,” Master said. Sugartits’ eyes widened as she felt just a slight tug, internal to her bulbous breasts as they pressed onto his muscular back. Bigger? Again? How much bigger?
There was the explosive force of a sonic boom tearing through the apartment.
“What the fuck?” Master shouted, turning to the rattling bedroom door. It suddenly gave way as a heavy boot kicked it clear of the strike plate and someone stood in their private sanctum, scanning the two of them with coal-black eyes.
“Doctor Hutchins!?” Princess Sugartits blurted out with instant recall of all her appreciators from the shop. Dr. Jasper Hutchins raised his left arm and pointed something, then Master’s face went away. Most of Master’s head, too. It stood precariously tottering on taut, powerfully toned leg muscles. But without a center to process feedback and send signals to correct, they eventually fell out of balance and the Olympian body of her user alex alverson crumpled into a thick heap of twitching limbs. A pool of dark violet spread out from the capless neck and lower jaw until the heart or whatever organ that pumped it slumped into stasis.
“Dev, I had to make the call. It looked like … like the friend, and it was a fighter type. Programming must have been too thick for it, slowed its reaction time just enough for me to squeeze off a shot.” He looked around, as if seeing through the walls of the bedroom into the apartment and building beyond. “Target is secure. Do you need me to back up-”
“No, stay there with the kid,” the voice of the elder Kingston said through a speaker on some hidden communicator.
“You sure, Dev?” Jasper asked.
“They’re too bunched up, you wouldn’t have room. Just give them time, Jay.”
“Send me there the second there’s an opening, Dev.”
“If necessary, but not a moment before.”
Sugartits’ ears registered all this, but her brain wasn’t processing it. She was fixated on the ruined corpse of something that no longer wore the same face she had back when she was ____.