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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Worm_-_Wildbow
  Relationship:
      Taylor_Hebert/Dinah_Alcott/Bonesaw, Dinah_Alcott/Taylor_Hebert, Taylor
      Hebert/Bonesaw
  Character:
      Taylor_Hebert, Dinah_Alcott, Bonesaw
  Additional Tags:
      Futa, Oral, Loli, Threesome, Body_Modification, dub-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-12 Words: 7007
****** We're Both Good Girls! ******
by WestOrEast
Summary
     Bonesaw deeply enjoyed her time atop Skitter's futa cock. She enjoyed
     it so much, she wants to share the fun with her friends. But who? The
     rest of the S9 are all too adult to enjoy it, so she has to go make a
     friend her own age, so they can both properly appreciate the feeling
     of getting fucked by an unfeasibly large penis. A sequel to I'm a
     Good Girl!
                            We’re Both Good Girls!
                                        
Bonesaw hummed to herself as she cleaned herself off. Today was going even
better than she’d thought. When she’d woken up this morning, she hadn’t been
expecting anything more than finding a leading local parahuman for her art
project. She’d succeeded (of course), but to her surprise, she hadn’t been the
first Tinker to use Skitter as a canvas.
 
The author of the Futafication Virus was still unknown, but Bonesaw could
recognize a mistress (or master) of the craft. In Skitter’s case, it had
resulted in a large, throbbing, horse-like penis, ready to grow erect at the
slightest touch, even when the girl was deep in a medicinally-induced sleep.
 
The sight of it had awoken something new in Bonesaw, and, urged on by Cherish,
she tried something she hadn’t ever even thought of before. Taking her
virginity had felt incredibly good, even if Bonesaw knew she had been a very
bad girl indeed while she was doing it. But then Cherish had punished her for
it, so that made it okay.
 
And now, Bonesaw still had the rest of the afternoon to fill. Tossing a scalpel
up in the air and catching it, she considered what she wanted to do. Uncle Jack
and the rest of the family were out and about somewhere, so she had the safe
house to herself. And Skitter, she supposed, though she didn’t usually think of
her art projects as people.
 
Bonesaw sat up, her eyes sparking with an idea. Ignoring the scalpel falling
and cutting a bloodless gouge in her arm, she stood up and started pacing. If
she brought a friend over, they could both have fun with Skitter. The only
question was, who would the friend be? She didn’t know many people outside the
Slaughterhouse 9, not for very long. And friends were supposed to be people
close to her own age, which narrowed the list down even more.
 
Bonesaw ran over the list Uncle Jack had made her memorize of the local
parahumans. She supposed she could grab some girl off the street, but normal
people were so boring. Not good for much more than the occasional group art
piece, or if she wanted to refine a technique and needed practice.
 
The only two local parahumans near her own age and gender where Vista and Dinah
A-something. Vista would be too hard to find, and probably wouldn’t listenat
all. But Dinah… she was supposed to be a pre-cog, so if Bonesaw pinky swore
that she wouldn’t hurt her, she should see that the other girl was telling the
truth. And Bonesaw knew she was mostly a good girl, so she should make friends
easily.
 
Nodding to herself, Bonesaw grabbed her jacket. Her logic checked out, which
meant it was time to go. Ordering her spiders to bring the still unconscious
Skitter along, Bonesaw left the building, a smile on her face, and a skip in
her step.
 
===============================================================================
 
                                        
Dinah shifted from side to side in the abandoned house Bonesaw had brought her
to. She’d known Bonesaw was coming, which she’d taken as a good sign. If she
was still at her house even when she knew a member of the Slaughterhouse 9 was
coming, instead of running to the police or the Protectorate, that must mean
she wanted to be friends!
 
All three of them, Bonesaw, Dinah, and Skitter (still asleep) were in the
master bedroom of the house. Bonesaw didn’t think too much of the decoration,
not enough bright colors, but she had to take what she could get, and in this
upscale neighborhood, this was the only empty house around. She’d lead Dinah
into the bedroom as her spiders prepared it.
 
Skitter was tied to the bed, spread-eagled, with a towel preserving her
modesty, and her mask preserving her identity. Bonesaw had noticed how long
Dinah had stared at the older supervillain when they’d entered, and she’d
wished she had emphatic powers to get a hint of what the other girl was
feeling.
 
Bonesaw had to admit that Dinah was a sharp dresser. She knew the other girl
had been charging the PRT a mint for her services, and she’d been spending some
of that money on suits. She looked so cute in the one she was currently
wearing, a black coat and pants with a white shirt and tie, that Bonesaw had to
fight the urge to hug her and squee. Her short hair, so dark brown it was
almost black, only made her look more serious and mature. It would have been a
lot more effective if she hadn’t been so short, only a few inches taller than
Bonesaw, who was several years younger (and at an age where that mattered.)
 
After staring for maybe a minute, Dinah turned her gaze to Bonesaw. She looked
serious and contemplative, though Bonesaw could see that was a façade for a
deeper, more honest set of emotions.
 
“Do you know that Skitter was the one who rescued me from Coil?”
 
“Nope! But hey, this way, you can thank her again for it.”
 
Dian put her hands on her hips, looking distantly doubtful. But Bonesaw could
tell that there was a worm of desire circling underneath.
 
“And how can I thank somebody when they’re tied to a bed?”

“Like this!” Bonesaw whisked away the cloth covering Skitter. Her penis, even
flaccid like this, was still large, easily four or five inches long and about
half as thick. Dinah made a choked sound behind Bonesaw as she saw Skitter’s
enchantment. “She loves having that played with! Even Cherish thought so.”
 
Dinah stared at Skitter’s crotch, her face turning bright red as she covered
her mouth. She kept on glancing from Bonesaw to Skitter, as if she would see
something different when she looked back.
 
“There’s, there’s no way that could fit. Not even in my mouth.” She whispered
the last word, sounding embarrassed.
 
“Don’t worry! I have a solution.” Bonesaw snapped her fingers, and one of the
spiders that had been lurking in the corners of the room scurried forward.
 
The spider, brass with red lining, dropped a syringe in Bonesaw’s outstretched
hand. Flipping it around and resting her thumb on the plunger, she held it up
for Dinah’s inspection.
 
“Now, I developed this drug to help reattach the muscles after I coat your
bones in an unbreakable ceramic. But, it has a neat side effect. It also makes
your muscles super stretchy. Even someone as small as you should be able to
take Skitter inside her!”
 
Dinah nodded, but didn’t unroll her sleeve or anything. Instead, she just kept
on staring, her gaze switching between Bonesaw, the syringe, and Skitter.
Bonesaw wondered if she was using her power again. It was boring standing here,
waiting around, but she fought the impatience.  Finally, Dinah nodded, and
rolled her sleeve up.
 
“How long do you think this will take?” She was looking away as she talked.
 
“The injection, or all this?” Bonesaw waved a hand around to encompass all
this, the three of them, the house and everything they might end up doing in
it. “The serum should start taking effect in thirty minutes or so.”
 
With the ease of long practice, Bonesaw inserted the syringe in a likely
looking vein and pushed the plunger down. There were a lot of half-healed
needle marks along the inside of Dinah’s arm, but there was enough clear space
to easily insert the needle and pump Dinah up.
 
Dinah hissed as the needle pierced her skin, though there was nothing but a
small red dot when Bonesaw pulled the needle back out. She rotated her arm a
couple of time, and Bonesaw guessed that she was wondering if she’d feel the
drug moving through her body. To take her mind off that, Bonesaw clapped her
hands together.
 
“Like I said, there’ll be half an hour or so before it’s safe for you to take
that,” she gestured towards Skitter’s mammoth instrument. “But we can start
playing now!” Her hands started working at the ties of her apron. “You’ll
probably want to undress though. That’s a nice suit, it would be awful if it
got stained.”
 
They both neatly folded their clothes and hung them up in the empty closet.
Bonesaw spun around and hugged Dinah on a sudden impulse. She was just so glad
to have someone to have fun with. Dinah’s body felt nice against hers, warm
skin pressed against each other. Even better, the older girl was just tall
enough that if Bonesaw bent her knees slightly, she fitted right into her
embrace, the top of her hair pressing against Dinah’s chin.
 
Bonesaw locked her hands together behind Dinah’s back, before a naughty urge
made her lower them, her hands running down Dinah’s spine and grabbing her
rear. It wasn’t a very large bottom, not like what Cherish had (and made sure
you noticed, with those tight jeans she wore), but still a very nice rear all
the same.
 
Dinah was much more retiring, content to leave her hands pressed against
Bonesaw’s back. Reluctantly letting go of Dinah’s butt, Bonesaw ran her hands
over Dinah’s side. She was ticklish, it seemed, gasping and squirming as
Bonesaw’s fingers ghosted along her sides, bumping over her ribs. Finally,
Bonesaw settled on grabbing her hips, holding her close as they kissed. Dinah
rested her own hands on Bonesaw’s shoulders, squeezing down as their tongues
played against each other.
 
Bonesaw broke the kiss with a sigh, looking up into Dinah’s eyes. The older
girl looked excited, but nervous. Bonesaw could sympathize. This was a big
thing, and Skitter had a big thing. Well, that was why Bonesaw was here, to
help ease Dinah along. She giggled to herself. And to help ease Dinah onto
Skitter.
 
Stepping back, Bonesaw gave Dinah a good look over. She looked cute out of her
suit, though she was very thin, thinner then she should be, given her build.
Bonesaw shrugged to herself. In this city, right now, it was rarer if you had
enough to eat every day than if you didn’t. Her thinness didn’t really detract
from her adorableness, though, with a very cute face, that had a brushing of
red on her pale cheeks. Down below in the valley formed by her legs, there was
a light dusting of dark hair, thin and downy. There was just the slightest
swelling on her chest, barely noticeable unless she was naked. Her long limbs
looked good on her frame, making her look lithe and graceful. Her skin was
pale, like porcelain, and Bonesaw wondered what it would look like when Dinah
was flushed with excitement, as pleasure ran through her.
 
Bonesaw was very satisfied with what she saw, and knew that the two of them
must make quite a pair. She knew she was younger, and had none of the hints
that would soon develop into womanhood like Dinah did, but she had been assured
several times that she was also cute. And, since she knew Skitter’s body
already liked her body, it was obvious that Dinah would do just fine too.
 
Now that Dinah was ready (shivering in nervousness and lust), it was time to
bring their third playmate in. Opening a channel to her spiders, Bonesaw gave
them orders silently as she stepped backwards into Dinah’s arms. The older girl
obligingly wrapped her up in a hug, and Bonesaw smiled contentedly as the two
of them watched Skitter getting prepped.
 
The spiders rearranged Skitter so that she was sitting upright, legs dangling
over the side of the bed. They also injected her with a drug to wake her up a
bit, so she could play a bit more than a passive part in all this. Not enough
to really be aware, or to control her insects, but enough to realize how good
she would be feeling.
 
Part of her was already feeling good, and Bonesaw giggled as Skitter’s cock
throbbed in her hand. It wasn’t erect yet, but it was already massive, a vein
standing out along one side it slowly grew larger and larger. It was already
too big to fit her hand around, and very warm to the touch. Dinah stared in
embarrassed lust as Bonesaw slowly gave Skitter a handjob, her small, dainty
fingers wrapped around the upper surface of Skitter’s cock (and it gave Bonesaw
a small, naughty thrill to think that word).
 
Bonesaw tugged Dinah down, sliding the two of them in between Skitter’s legs,
on either side of her half hard penis. Leaning forward, she kissed Dinah, their
heads hovering above Skitter’s cock. Dinah jumped but leaned in, her hands
seeking out Bonesaw’s as their lips met.
 
Dinah tasted nice, and smelled better, a faint air of strawberries hovering
around her. Bonesaw wondered if she should start using perfume too, instead of
the smell of dried blood and antiseptic that was her normal aroma.
 
Making a note of it for the future, Bonesaw focused on the here and now. She
lightly bit down on Dinah’s tongue as it pressed against her lips. Dinah
squeaked and grip tightened against Bonesaw’s fingers. She didn’t draw back,
though, and kept on kissing the younger girl, her tongue licking against
Bonesaw’s lips.
 
As Bonesaw broke the kiss, Skitter’s cock brushed against her chin. She looked
down at it. It almost completely erect, and just needed a bit of personal
attention to achieve its full glory. Catching Dinah’s eye, she nodded
downwards. Dinah took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and nodded in
return.
 
Poor Dinah’s jaw wasn’t nearly to fit Skitter’s cock inside. She tried, tried
hard, but she just couldn’t stretch far enough to cover more than three-
quarters. A series of possible upgrades flashed through Bonesaw’s mind on how
to fix that problem, but it would take too long to set up the surgery. Instead,
she nudged Dinah to the side to show her how a pro took a horse cock in her
mouth.
 
Bonesaw had removed her gag reflex as part of the upgrades needed to spit
poison at people, so there was no barrier whatsoever as Skitter’s cock went
deeper and deeper into her mouth. Bonesaw sank her head down, inch by inch,
until finally her jaw brushed against Skitter’s crotch. The teenager’s dick had
gone far past the back of her mouth, and Bonesaw brushed her hand against her
throat. She could feel the bulge caused by it, halfway down her neck.
 
It felt kind of nice there, Bonesaw’s expanded sense of taste letting her get
so much more from a blowjob than a normal human. The pre starting to dribble
from Skitter’s shaft tasted salty and nice in her mouth as Bonesaw lifted her
head up and down, Skitter’s dick going from just parting her lips, to halfway
down her throat, stretching the passageway in a manner Bonesaw had never
expected would be done.
 
It was fun, in a peaceful, mindless kind of way, giving Skitter a blowjob, but
there was no room for Dinah to join in. Reluctantly lifting her head off of
Skitter’s shaft, Bonesaw looked at Dinah. There was a bright light in her eyes,
and a flush on her cheeks. Her hands were balled up into fists on her lap.
 
“You take the right side and I’ll take the left?”
 
Dinah nodded, and slowly lowered her head. Bonesaw shuffled forward a bit so
the bodies of the two young girls were pressed against each other, hard nipples
digging into each other’s skin as they started to lavish attention on Skitter’s
horse-like cock.
 
They quickly fell into a rhythm. When Bonesaw went high, licking Skitter’s slit
with her tongue, Dinah went low, kissing the base of her shaft. When Dinah went
to the right side of the shaft, Bonesaw concentrated on the left side. Their
hands sometimes helped their mouths head adoration on Skitter’s length, but
more often, they were exploring Bonesaw’s and Dinah’s bodies.
 
Bonesaw found it hard to concentrate on servicing Skitter’s shaft as Dinah
played with her nipples. She squirmed, shifting from side to side as tingles of
pleasure shot through her. It was hard, making sure the other two people in the
room felt as good as she did, but from the was Skitter’s cock was twitching,
she seemed to be doing a good job.
 
Both girls gasped as cum came out, covering their faces as Skitter orgasmed.
Bonesaw’s view was quickly cut off as a cum shot landed across her eyes, gluing
them shut. She heard Dinah squeak in the same second as a splatting sound, and
guessed that her new friend was getting covered too. She gingerly lifted her
hands, and touched her face as more warm, sticky liquid landed on it.
 
Rubbing her eyes, Bonesaw looked around. Dinah had a shocked expression on her
face, mostly hidden by thick white streams of cum, that were slowly spreading
and running down her face. Skitter twitched and groaned in her restraints, and
fired off one last shot of cum that landed in Dinah’s open mouth. The girl made
a startled sound, before closing her mouth and swallowing.
 
Dinah’s expression was amazing, the confused look almost buried under the
gallon of semen Skitter had pasted over her. Bonesaw knew she must look almost
as bad, as she felt cum run down her chin and drip onto her bare body. Bonesaw
wished she had a camera built into her eye or something, so she could preserve
this memory forever.
 
Sadly, all good things had to come to an end, and Bonesaw knew that there was
something even better waiting for them. She cast around for something to clean
up with, still blinking cum out of her eyes. While she looked for a towel or
something, Dinah just sat there, rubbing her face with a single finger, drawing
patterns in the thick cum covering her.
 
Cleaning herself off, Bonesaw ordered one of her spiders to inject Skitter with
another drug. This one would boost her refectory period so it would only take a
matter of minutes for her to get erect again. A useless side effect in a drug
that Bonesaw had designed to prepare brains for forced melding, but now she was
glad she’d never bothered to remove it.
 
As the spider hovered over Skitter, Bonesaw squatted down next to Dinah. She
was still in a dazed state, spreading the cum around on her face until she was
almost covered with it, making soft noises. Bonesaw nudged her, offering the
towel. Dinah turned her cum-covered face towards in incomprehension, not being
able to open her eyes and see what was happening.
 
Bonesaw ended up cleaning Dinah’s face off, revealing a look of dazed
excitement. Once enough of her face was clear enough to see, she hugged Bonesaw
and kissed her, cum-covered lips meeting Bonesaw’s.
 
“Wow, I mean, wow. That, I don’t have the words. Can we do it again soon?”
 
Bonesaw giggled as she licked her lips clean, swallowing Skitter’s tasty cum.
She helped Dinah to her feet, and walked her over to where the spiders were
tugging Skitter further onto the bed and lying her down. The perfect position
to mount someone.
 
“Maybe, but don’t you want to try something even better?”

Dinah looked at Skitter, whose cock was rapidly growing hard again, and back at
Bonesaw. She nodded determinedly, and climbed up onto the bed. Bonesaw found
she enjoyed the sight of Dinah’s rear shaking as she crawled around on all
fours. Smiling, she started towards the bed as well.
 
Bonesaw climbed up behind Dinah, straddling Skitter’s thighs. She got in close
behind the older girl, her diamond like nipples brushing against Dinah’s back.
At the contact, Dinah gave a whole-body shiver and gasped. Peering over her
shoulder, Bonesaw looked down the nearly flat line of Dinah’s body. Skitter’s
cock was pressed against Dinah’s body, reaching up and up and up along the
girl’s unmuscled stomach.
 
“It will never fit.”
 
Bonesaw kissed Dinah’s cheek and squeezed her hand encouragingly.
 
“Of course it will. I took it, and I’ll be here to help you, every step of the
way.” Dinah didn’t say anything, concentrating on breathing. “And trust me, it
will feel so, so good.” Deciding to put word into deed, Bonesaw shifted her
grip.
 
Bonesaw grabbed Skitter’s cock and held it steady, her other hand running down
Dinah’s back, past her butt, and ending up at her flower. An exploratory prod
with her finger found it easily opening, arousal coating her digit. Encouraged,
Bonesaw slid in deeper, adding another finger. Again, there was no problem,
Dinah’s folds sliding apart with no resistance. The older girl moaned as
Bonesaw spread her fingers apart, seeing how far they would go. Satisfied,
Bonesaw withdrew her hand.
 
“You’re ready, Dinah.” Bonesaw held her hand up in front of Dinah, the older
girl’s arousal glistening, forming strands between her fingers.
 
Seized by a sudden impulse, Bonesaw brought her fingers up to her face. She
sniffed them, smelling the strange scent of Dinah’s arousal before sticking her
tongue out. It was intended to be just a quick taste at first, but Bonesaw was
intrigued as soon as the taste register on her tongue. It wasn’t quite like
anything she had tasted before, and se licked her fingers clean making sure of
it. It provided the perfect chaser to Skitter’s cum, the taste of which still
lingered in her mouth.
 
Dinah raised her hips, and hovered above Skitter’s shaft. Her hands supported
herself on the teen’s stomach as she looked down at the mask. Bonesaw gently
pushed her down until the tip of Skitter’s lower head was brushing against
Dinah’s lips.
 
“Oh, Skitter.”

Bonesaw felt a pang of jealousy that Dinah wasn’t whispering her own name, but
pushed it to one side. Her new friend needed her help right now, and she had to
concentrate on that. Well, mostly concentrate on that. She still had a hand
between her legs, lightly rubbing around her lower lips.
 
Dinah’s eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she slowly sank down on
Skitter’s massive cock. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and drool was
running down her chin as inch after inch of Skitter’s shaft disappeared inside
her virginal pussy. Bonesaw’s hands were tight on her hips, helping Dinah pace
herself as the tween was split apart in a way she had never imagined.
 
Bonesaw watched in delighted fascination as Dinah sank down, gong further and
further, until hips met hips. She silently preened, congratulating herself on
her tissue elasticity serum working so well, but it was a small, distant corner
of her mind. Most of her attention was focused on the way Dinah was whimpering,
small, formless noises spilling from her lips as her head lolled from side to
side.
 
Looking down Dinah’s body, Bonesaw could see the bulge caused by Skitter’s cock
pushing out Dinah’s stomach, growing and shrinking as Dinah went up and down.
Pressing down on the bulge produced a wonderful reaction. Dinah whimpered as
Bonesaw applied pressure, and her hands weakly batted at Bonesaw’s. Bonesaw
ignored her weak flailing, seeing how good the pressure was making her feel.
Even Skitter felt good from it, twitching a bit underneath the two young girls.
 
Bonesaw found that she was honestly enjoying watching her new friend get
fucked. Part of it was that she knew just how good it felt, with her thighs
still gently tingling from her turn several hours before, but there was more to
it than that. It was like when she was installing a new system in one of the
Slaughterhouse 9, the feeling of making someone’s life better. Dinah looked so
happy there, slowly rocking up and down, a dazed, blissed out look on her face.
 
Bonesaw kissed Dinah’s shoulder, the skin soft against her lips. One of Dinah’s
arms groped blindly back, reaching for Bonesaw. She caught it, and maneuvered
it into position, clutching at her shoulder blade. Dinah was softly moaning as
Bonesaw pushed her up and pulled her down, skewering her on Skitter’s fat cock
again and again. Occasionally Bonesaw tweaked one of Dinah’s nipples, which
never failed to send an amazing shudder through her.
 
As Bonesaw played with Dinah’s body, the older girl’s sounds got breathier and
breathier. After five minutes, Bonesaw withdrew her hands, and Dinah started
riding Skitter on her own, hips rocking as she plunged up and down. Bonesaw was
happy to see it, since it meant she could focus all of her attention on the
rest of Dinah’s body.
 
One hand was between Dinah’s legs, one hand was on her breast, and Bonesaw’s
teeth were lightly marking her skin. All the while, Dinah slowly rose and
lowered herself, filling herself up again and again with Skitter’s length. She
was making the loveliest noises, a kind of squelching sound from her center,
and a pant that was more like a moan with every stroke. Bonesaw wasn’t sure how
much more her new friend could take. Her thighs were trembling, and her eyes
were almost closed. She had to right on the brink of an orgasm.
 
Almost before the thought had left Bonesaw’s mind, it came true. Dinah cried
out, throwing her head back. Bonesaw could see her limbs quaking like tree
branches in a windstorm.
 
“Oh, oh, oh, Bonesaw, I think- Ah! Ah! Ah!”
 
Bonesaw could tell when Skitter came, as Dinah shrieked out in her own orgasm.
She fell back against Bonesaw, her limbs twitching even as her hips spastically
jerked up and down on Skitter’s cock. Peering over Dinah’s shoulder, Bonesaw
could see the bulge in her stomach softening as the teenager’s cum flooded
Dinah’s pussy.
 
Darting a hand down to where the two of them were joined, Bonesaw’s eyes rose
in surprise. She couldn’t believe how hot the two of them were. She could feel
liquid coating her fingers, Dinah’s grool and Skitter’s cum. Dinah’s crotch was
a mess, sticky arousal sticking to her skin and coating her inner thighs.
 
Bonesaw was also getting pretty sticky, and her core was aching for a finger or
tongue or something to help relieve the burning ache between her legs. Humping
Skitter’s bare thigh wasn’t enough, but she just didn’t see how to relieve
herself and pay attention to Dinah in the manner which she deserved. Then the
thoughts about that fled her head when Dinah fell forward.
 
She landed on Skitter’s chest, hands clutching the teen’s shoulders. Skitter’s
cock popped out of her, followed by a flood of white cum. It was an inspiring
sight, watching her rear shake as streams of cum poured out of the young girl.
Bonesaw licked her lips, and decided there was no way she could wait any
longer.
 
Bonesaw pushed Dinah’s near-comatose form. Flipping her from her stomach to
lying on her back, she tugged at her limbs a bit more to arrange the older girl
to her satisfaction. Sitting up, Bonesaw nodded. Dinah was now lying on top of
Skitter, her head resting on the pillow right next to Skitter’s head. The rest
of her lithe body was draped across Skitter’s not much more developed body,
with her crotch just a few inches above Skitter’s, giving Bonesaw perfect
access to both of them. Her limbs were all over the place, one hand clutching
at the bedspread and the other stroking the long silky hair that escaped from
the back of Skitter’s mask. Dinah was starting to recover from her chain of
orgasms and smiled blearily up at Bonesaw.
 
“What, what’s next?”
 
Bonesaw smiled guiltily, her cheeks red. She still crawled forward, though,
intent on getting her prize.
 
“Well, I’m kind of hungry so-“
 
She was cut off by Dinah’s scandalized, anticipatory gasp. Her hands flew to
her cheeks as her mouth formed an ‘O’ of shock. She didn’t say no, though, or
even try to push Bonesaw away as the younger girl crawled up in between her
legs.
 
Bonesaw lowered her head, and licked up a tongue full of cum and arousal from
Dinah’s crotch. The two flavors together were even better than they were
separately. And Dinah’s appreciative moans made the experience even better,
like classical music playing during fine dining.
 
Bonesaw supported herself with one hand on Dinah’s thigh, while the other was
in between her own legs, gently rubbing her nub. The taste on her tongue was
delicious, like licking a jarful of caramel sauce. Dinah’s hands quickly found
their way into Bonesaw’s hair, holding the smaller girl down. The legs wrapped
around Bonesaw’s head only reinforced the point.
 
Bonesaw didn’t mind. It was nice, scooping out all the cum and grool from
Dinah’s core, and the way the older girl shivered when Bonesaw licked her
button only made it sweeter. Bonesaw slowly masturbated as she collected every
drop. Of course, the action of her tongue, licking and parting and pressing
against Dinah’s sensitive, flushed center meant that Dinah made more and more
arousal, which meant Bonesaw had to lick that up as well. She saw this as a
feature, not a bug.
 
“Oh, Bonesaw…”
 
Bonesaw had never had her name called in that tone of voice before. She liked
it, hearing the sound of happy need in it. Encouraged, she stepped up her
efforts, both on Dinah and on herself. By the time Dinah finally came, crying
out in a sweet voice, Bonesaw was almost as needy, her arousal trickling down
her thighs.
 
The solution to that problem was almost literally hitting her in the face.
During Bonesaw’s loving exploration of Dinah’s pussy, she’d occasionally paid
attention to Skitter’s cock, which had steadily grown larger and larger.
Towards, the end, Bonesaw had had to slide it underneath Dinah’s rear so she’d
have room to work. Now that Bonesaw was ready to focus on her own pleasure, it
was time to slide it back out.
 
Dinah obligingly scooted up Skitter’s body as Bonesaw climbed up to straddle
Skitter’s crotch. Bonesaw stared down at Skitter’s large, hard cock as she
shifted back and forth, smearing it in her arousal. The preteen shivered as she
remembered how amazing it had felt inside her earlier today.
 
Bonesaw met Dinah’s smiling gaze as she prepared herself. Her new best friend
looked lovely as she lay in front of her, skin glistening with sweat and her
flat chest rising and falling as she breathed. She smiled back as she grabbed
Skitter’s erect cock and held it upright. Bonesaw’s and Dinah’s gazes were
locked as the Tinker slowly sank down, impaling herself in a supervillain’s
horse-like cock.
 
Bonesaw threw her head back in joy as she felt her inner walls get spread by
Skitter. It sent a lightning bolt straight up her spine and into her brain. She
let out a happy moan of contentment as she sank down further and further, until
she finally came to rest on Skitter’s base. Looking down, she could see the
bulge in her stomach, even wider and longer than what she had seen when it had
been Dinah’s turn.
 
Remembering what she had done to Dinah, Bonesaw pressed her hand down on the
bulge. Her hand could barely cover it as she applied pressure. Then all
thoughts about relative sizes left her mind as a star exploded inside her
belly. Bonesaw felt drool spilling from her lips as she pressed down again,
feeling Skitter’s dick move inside her.
 
Struggling with the effort, Bonesaw lifted herself up, her walls reluctantly
letting go of Skitter’s shaft, before she gratefully sank back down, filling
herself up again. She watched the bulge move up and down her stomach, a vivid
showing of just how big Skitter was, and how much she was filling up Bonesaw.
Bonesaw didn’t have enough hands to touch everywhere that needed to be touched;
her nipples, her button, the bulge, Dinah, Skitter, it was just too much for
one girl to take care of.
 
Dinah was masturbating to the sight of her getting fucked, her slim fingers
slipping in and out of her pussy as her thumb rubbed her button. The sight
inspired Bonesaw, sending a tingle over her skin. Skitter’s shaft wasn’t
rubbing against her own clitoris, but if she just lowered her hand and pressed
with a thumb- Oh. Oh. That felt, that felt, good. Bonesaw tried to think of a
better description than just ‘good’, but it was impossible to muster her
thoughts together as fires of lust ran through her. She could feel her vision
narrowing as more and more of her consciousness turned towards what she was
feeling.
 
Bonesaw’s world contracted, until there was nothing left but her and the cock
sliding in and out of her. She couldn’t remember who the cock was attached to,
who else was in the room, or even her own name. All there was, was an infinite
sea of pleasure coursing through her body as she shook on top of the dick
buried inside of her.
 
It was even easier to tell when Skitter was about to cum when she was buried
inside Bonesaw than previously. Her dick pulsed and twitched inside the young
girl and Bonesaw gasped in anticipation. This was going to feel so good,
Skitter’s hot, sticky baby batter (Bonesaw made a mental note to see if Skitter
could get girls pregnant) that was about to explode all over the inside of her
poor defenseless (except for the anti-pregnancy, anti-disease implants) pussy.
She couldn’t wait to be despoiled.
 
The thought of it pushed Bonesaw over the edge half a second before Skitter
came. As her pussy squeezed down around Skitter’s cock, the teenager moaned and
shifted underneath Bonesaw, coming with wild abandon. Bonesaw bit down on her
tongue in her excitement, feeling her inner walls get painted with cum, filling
her up in a way not even Skitter’s cock had managed.  She felt her strength
giving out as her orgasm raced through her, an infinite ocean of pleasure,
concentrated around the penis that was still jerking up and down inside her,
pumping enough cum inside her that it was spilling out, even through the tight
seal of her pussy and Skitter’s cock.
 
Bonesaw fell forward onto Dinah, driving the breath out of her. After the
stunned girl recovered, she wrapped her arms around the Tinker in a warm hug.
They tenderly kissed, Dinah holding Bonesaw as the young girl trembled in the
aftereffects of her orgasm. Today had been the best day in Bonesaw’s life, she
thought, as she felt Skitter’s limp, but still huge cock, slip out of her
stretched pussy.
 
The two girls lay there, gently making out while they recovered their strength.
Bonesaw idly considered whether or not to get Skitter up again, but decided she
wasn’t feeling up to it. Getting stuffed and stretched like that really took it
out of a girl, and Skitter would always be around tomorrow.
 
Bonesaw finally, regretfully, stopped kissing Dinah. Rolling off her, she sat
on the side of the bed. An exploring finger confirmed that she was still tingly
down there, with her and Skitter’s arousal coating her inner thighs. She
normally was only this messy after a major surgery, but she didn’t think that
this would dry into fun to peel off strips like blood did.
 
Grabbing a tissue, she started cleaning herself off. She also tossed one to
Dinah, who was a bit messy too, even though Bonesaw had done such a good job of
cleaning her out earlier. Didn’t she know that staying clean was part of being
a good girl? As Bonesaw thought about that, she carefully steered her mind away
from other aspects of being a good girl, like not talking your friends into
having sex or not tying people up and taking them strange places.
 
Bonesaw and Dinah slowly, tenderly made their way around the bedroom, picking
up their clothes wherever they had fallen. Gathering up her dress, apron and
underwear, Bonesaw sank into a chair with a sigh, her bare legs pressing
against the leather surface. Getting dressed right now seemed like too much
work, especially when she could just watch Dinah get dressed instead. Feeling
the gaze on her, Dinah looked up and blushed.
 
“Bonesaw- no, is there something else I can call you? It’s ridiculous to keep
calling you that.”
 
Bonesaw frowned, fingers beating a tattoo against her bare thigh. As the lust
drained out of her, a different kind of energy was flowing into replace it. She
felt twitchy somehow, and chatty.
 
“Why? Everybody knows parahumans are supposed to have a code name, like
Bonesaw, or Blackbird or something.”
 
“I don’t. Everybody calls me Dinah, or Miss Alcott if they’re giving me a
check.”
 
Bonesaw bit her lip, thinking it over. No one had called her anything but
Bonesaw for, wow, had it already been six years? She’d kept her birth name to
herself, to the point where most of her new family didn’t know it. And it
wasn’t as if she really thought of herself as that anymore. On the other hand,
Dinah did have a point about ‘Bonesaw’ sounding weird in this context. She
vaguely knew that you were supposed to have tender nicknames for each other in
situations like this (although, as a good girl, she didn’t know too much about
it).
 
“Well, I,” She sighed, “I guess you can call me Riley.” It was strange to hear
that name applied to her instead of the half dozen people she’d (briefly) met
named that over the years.
 
“Riley. That’s a nice name.” Dinah’s smile did something in the younger girl’s
chest.
 
“Don’t take Skitter back, Riley.”


Riley raised her eyebrows in surprise.
 
“Why not? She’s my captive, and if I leave her with you, the power-inhibitors
will wear off, and she’ll escape.”
 
“Yes, but what will your… family do when you bring her back?”
 
That was a good point. Mannequin had been very, very mad when Skitter had
damaged his casing that night. He had special procedures he did to people who
made him abandon equipment, stuff Bonesaw would barely be able to fix, even if
she wanted to. Once he heard she’d captured Skitter…
 
“They’ll kill her, and then what? Where will you find another person like
that?”
 
That was another good point. In over half a decade, Skitter was the first
person Bonesaw had found with that sort of enhancement. It would be easy enough
to replicate surgically, especially since the group would probably be hiding
out in some rural area after leaving. But, there was a certain wonder in seeing
the handiwork of other Tinkers, instead of her own creations.
 
Furthermore, Riley could guess at the unstated reason Dinah was arguing for
this. She’d said Skitter had rescued her from somebody, and didn’t want to see
what the rest of Bonesaw’s family would do to her. She could understand that
intellectually, even if it didn’t mean much emotionally. But, it would make
Dinah upset, and Bonesaw was surprised to realize that did mean something to
her.
 
Riley sat down on the bed, sundress draped across her bare legs, thinking. Did
she need to keep Skitter next to her? No, especially since she wouldn’t be
using the teen for an art project. What would happen if she left Skitter here?
She’d almost certainly escape and join her gang again, and Bonesaw couldn’t be
certain she’d capture her again. On the other hand, maybe she could talk
Skitter into accepting she owed her a favor for that. She stood back up, pacing
around the room, trying to make her thoughts follow a logical chain.
 
Bonesaw sat down on a chair, kicking her legs back and forth as she considered.
She’d need a good reason for why Skitter wasn’t with her, especially since
Cherish already knew the teen had been captured. But she had done things
similar before. Of course, then, the people she’d released had been festering
with a witches brew of plagues, but if she lied… But lying was bad, and Uncle
Jack was very good at telling when people weren’t telling the truth (Riley was
embarrassed to admit that the prospect of getting caught was a bigger negative
than the moral failing in lying.) But Auntie Siberian always looked after her,
even when Uncle Jack was upset with her.
 
Bonesaw weighed all the variables in her mind, until she came to a conclusion.
With a mental order, the spiders started undoing the bonds holding Skitter to
the bed. Riley fished out a vial from her apron, and laid on a nightstand.
Looking at Dinah, she coughed.
 
“Pour this into her mouth in twenty minutes, all right?” Dinah nodded, and
picked up the vial, as she adjusted her tie. “And can I see you again?”
 
Dinah smiled, and rubbed Riley’s head. The smaller girl folded her arms and
pouted as her hair was mussed.
 
“Of course. And I’m sure Skitter would be happy to see you again too.”
 
Riley blushed, and, after a few more inconsequential words, left the bedroom,
her spiders trailing after her. Her face felt like it was going to split apart
from smiling so much, as she clattered down the stairs. Today had been a great
day. She’d found an amazing new activity to do with people, she’d made a new
friend, and everything seemed to be coming up Bonesaw. How could life get
better?
 
                                        
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Dinah watched the young supervillain skip down the street, quickly passing from
sight. Turning away from the window, she sat down on the bed next to Skitter,
who was fitfully stirring. Running a hand through her hair, she sighed.
 
“I think it’s going to work.” Skitter made a noise behind her, and the young
precognitive turned around, looking at her rescuer.
 
“Thank you for being so brave, Taylor. I couldn’t- Thank you.”
 
Patting Skitter on the arm, Dinah stood up, looking out the window towards
Brockton Bay. The seeds had been planted, and now all she could do was hope
that they would sprout.
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