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🕑 Added 2018-07-19 21:28:41 +0000 UTCTaylor looked up from her book. A good one. One that, even though she’d spent the last hour or so (with a couple hours here and there beforehand) with it in her hands, she couldn’t remember a goddamn word of. She then sighed, deep and long, as that telltale noise of something impossibly sharp going through fabric started to sound, forcing her to grab her spray bottle and give it a shake.
When that warning didn’t get her anywhere because, really, why would it have, she aimed behind her and started spraying. The hisses that resulted from that were a balm on her soul...and a guilty pleasure.
Having the third couch that month (with couches one and two at the dump, god rest their souls) get used as a claw sharpener whenever she turned her head was frustrating. Unbelievably frustrating, seeing how Sibby had delighted in the venting of said frustrations, through sex, had forced Taylor to find alternatives that weren’t half as fun to work the stress out.
If she rewarded Sibby everytime she did something bad with hard dickings, then she wouldn’t learn...so Taylor had taken to hitting her with a spritz of water instead. If Taylor didn’t get to have any fun, then neither did Sibby. That was how it was, even if that meant that Taylor wouldn’t be able to...acclimate herself to her circumstances some more.
… She wasn’t going to stop taping her dick to the side of her leg or anything, but having a penis really wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it was. She probably would have come around to the whole thing a lot quicker if she hadn’t decided to hammerfist herself in the nuts the first time she realized that she had an extra organ once she thought about it...but, yes. She was getting used to it.
Sibby hissed and jumped backwards, away from the hated bottle on all fours and with an arched back while Taylor continued to spray her.
Sibby, in contrast, was not getting used to it. At all. If Taylor hadn’t known any better, she’d have been worried that she was about to die right. But she did. So, when Sibby started swiping threateningly at the bottle in her hands, Taylor didn’t even flinch. She just rolled her eyes, and got ready to give the spiel again.
It would stick one day. Yep. Totally.
“We’ve already been over this, Sibby. Don’t shred the furniture. Don’t get sprayed,” Taylor said calmly as she gave the bottle another shake. A bit pointless, judging from the amount of times they’ve had to have this little conversation... But it beat having to fill out Government expense forms ‘Learning about the real world’ her ass.. “It’s not hard to figure out, so stop making it hard on us.”
“But it’s indoorsssss! That makes it so much betterrrrr!” Sibby whined, showing that sentience, sapience, and all the other words that described human like intelligence and behavior did not mean that you had to be mature. “The engine block and tree just isn’t the sameeeeee!”
“So, what?” Taylor rubbed an exasperated hand down her face. So frustrated. “Are you saying that, if we moved the engine block and tree inside the house, everything would be better?”
At the first nod, Taylor realized she’d made a mistake. A mistake many a new parent had asked while forgetting that children, while capable of the understanding of basic consequences and the actions that led to them...had some seriously selective hearing. She had to admit, no matter how much it hurt. Whatever happened next was probably her fault… As was the twitch in her left eyelid.
She needed to work that tell out out. Showing one off like that just wasn’t a good idea.
“I’ll go get it!” Sibby exclaimed, her eyes lit up with an unholy light as she made her way to her door to the backyard. A door which had once been a wall between the kitchen and dining room that she’d decided to walk through one day, forcing Taylor’s dad to suck it up and shell out for enough cash to get someone over to make it an actual door...and only after he’d shocked himself on some exposed wiring.
Also, It said a lot about Brockton Bay that they could find a team of contractors that were willing to ignore horrible, spine-tingling sounds and comply with strange, on the spot requests... Especially for triple market pay, detailing that was the sort of service you could expect for shelling out for it.
No matter where you were, seeing a perfect female outline in a wall that you have to fix up into a giant doggy door while listening to dying animal noises coming from upstairs for hours on end was fucking weird… Ah well. At least they were professional.
Sibby was halfway through her giant doggy door, legs kicking and everything as she fought to get at the engine block (how was she going to get it inside? Taylor tried not to think too hard about it), when something smacked into the front door. She stopped moving at that, leaving her bottom half hanging out as she put her nose in the air and struck a hunting pose.
Taylor, much to her greatly weakened sense of shame, only managed to tear her eyes away from the sight of that perky, striped bottom when the door vibrated a bit at another strike... Now, she was forced to stand up from her comfortable seat on her own, personal armchair, just so that she could put her pants back on while Sibby stared aggressively at the door.
There weren’t really a lot of options as to who it could be, way out here in the middle of what might as well have been nowhere. The mail carries (that poor man) already knew better than to knock without warning, and the sales people didn’t come around at all anymore. Visiting the Hebert Household, post-Siberian, was just not a good idea. Not at all...she wasn’t housetrained yet...but it looked like someone hadn’t got the memo.
“Probably a ‘debt’ collector,” Taylor muttered darkly at the third thump, a thump loud enough that she seriously considered that it might have left a mark in the wood. They were the only sort of people that even bothered coming around anymore, and they were always so pushy... There was only one response Taylor had when it came to that sort of person. Goddamn leeches. “Get ‘em.”
At that, Sibby grinned. She wasn’t allowed to hurt people anymore on pain of sleeping on the couch... But sending them screaming in horror was almost as good... She didn’t have to get dried blood off of her body anymore. That was a definite plus.
Supposedly, the taste of the red stuff just wasn’t what it used to be anymore. That it had been anything at all was disturbing… That it had been Taylor giving her a taste of the other, other, vital fluid straight from the tap that had gotten her off of blood was...still disturbing, if sweet.
Also, a lot less painful for a lot of people. There was that. It was what the PRT was paying her for after all.
With practiced grace and not a sound that Taylor could hear, the Siberian prowled towards the door. At the fourth thump, she was there. The door knob wrapped in her monochrome fingers. A finger in front of her lips. A second joined that one finger as she gave Taylor a wink and, before the fifth thump, opened the door wide, causing whoever had been outside, kicking the door, to crash onto the floor in a heap.
That it was not one, but two people on the floor wasn’t all that important. Not really. It was the who.
“HA! I knew I could do it!”
She’d never be able to forget that shade of red in a million years. Ever.
“The fuck… Wait. No. I don’t care,” Taylor said tiredly. After living with the Siberian for close to a month, this was small change now. She’d honestly forgotten that the other girl existed, what with everything she had to deal with and completely legally skipping out on school. She had a job now, and school just didn’t allow for it. “Get out of my house, Emma.”
“No! Fuck you, Taylor!” Emma, after shrugging off what might have been Madison, the only thing on the cum-glazed girl (don’t ask how she knew) that was recognizable at this point being the blue pins in her hair, stood up with her hands on her hips. “I am stronger than you! I am better than you!”
“What the fuck, Emma!” Taylor cried out, suddenly caring a great deal when her erstwhile friend flipped up her skirt, exposing her and Sibby to the fluids dripping down her thighs like molasses and the giant, throbbing cock that was, even as she spoke, was leaking all over her floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
“I have no idea how a worm like you managed to get the Siberian under your control...but that’s fine! Great even! This’ll just make what I do all the sweeter!” Emma sneered while Madison made a plaintive gurgling sound. “I’ll show her who’s got the better cock!”
Sibby, who didn’t seem to be listening in the slightest, nudged Madison with her foot. Repeatedly. Up to the point the smaller girl, eventually, rolled over onto her side with a liquid splat. The puddle that came from her mouth after that was...something. Sibby might have saved her life, actually. Good thing too.
Death by drowning in semen was something that Taylor wanted to keep out of the obituaries for another day, thank you very much. The world was a terrible place as it was, and it didn’t need that in the mess… Neither did her house need that kind of label attached to it.
“After her…” Emma’s sneer twitched into a hateful grin. “You’ll be next, Taylor...and maybe, one day, if you’re lucky and I feel like it, you’ll get to suck on my nuts while I breed your kitty kat bi-”
“Just don’t kill her,” Taylor interrupted the obviously unstable nutcase that had just broke into her house as an ache started to build behind her eyes. “I really don’t want to have to fill out the paperwork for that. Our deal with the PRT only goes so far.” Taylor picked up her book. Maybe she could finish it now that she didn’t have to keep an eye on the couch.
“What are you- Hey! What are you doing! Put me down!” Emma shrieked as Sibby picked her up with one hand, easily carrying her upstairs. For someone so ‘experienced’, Emma was pretty dense.
“And don’t break the bed! It’s hard to get it up the stairs!” Taylor shouted again as they disappeared at the turn in the stairs. Taylor looked at her book for a moment. Flipped a page. Sighed as she put it to the side and stood up. “Don’t know what I was thinking… Of course they’re going to break the bed. Better start the paperwork…and get Madison a towel.”
She’d check in on them in thirty minutes or so. That was long enough, wasn’t it?
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“I said put me down, you fucking bitch!” Emma bleated angrily as she ineffectually flailed her limbs in the air and beat her fists against whatever parts of the Siberian that she could touch, trying to do something that hundreds of capes, much more powerful ones at that, had tried to do and failed. The last, and first, person to make her feel something even close to pain was Taylor, and she suspected that fact would always be true. “When I get my hands on you, I swear I’m going to break you over my fucking knee!”
After finally reaching the bed with a light smile on her face, Sibby did exactly what Emma had asked for. She let the younger girl go, lightly tossing her in the air in an arc that ended with her landing on the bed, causing the badly stressed springs to screech almost as loud as the red-head did. The palm of the Siberian’s hand impacting against the surprisingly large bottom that she’d been faced with nearly tripled the volume. Or, so it sounded, up until she shut herself up with an effort of will and attempted to roll over onto her front.
The redhead didn’t get very far though before screaming as she got yet another spank that caused yet another delectable jiggle...not that the Siberian was surprised about it. From the things she’d heard so far, the girl had come across as one of the more bark than bite types… Sibby was used to those types and knew how they worked.
They were the ones that always cried the most when things didn’t go their way~. Just like the man with the knives that was bullying that little girl…
A stray foot to her face with the pointy end of a heel snapped Sibby out of her good memories. It didn’t hurt, of course not, but it definitely got her attention. The second and third kick just rubbed in the fact that Emma or whatever was trying to escape.
Good luck with that. Leviathan hadn’t been able to get her to let go of his tail. Even with all that water, he’d had to tear it off, just so that he could get away.... He had been tasty. Some spots taster than others... Especially that orb that she only managed to lick a couple of times...and, speaking of tasty.
Another foot to the face, the last of such as she carelessly flipped the redhead over onto her back, ignoring the shrieks and cries of revenge that happened after. At this point, Sibby didn’t have much to say about her besides her having pretty damn impressive lungs.
Did she even need to breathe? Because, honestly, it was starting to look like that was a no. Nice.
“I wonder what you taste like,” Sibby said with a sultry hiss...and almost rolled her eyes when she heard a tiny little whimper creep out of the girl’s mouth in between the threats. “You look good enough to eat~”
She didn’t eat people. Not many. None since she’d moved in with Taylor and found herself a new fix...but the insinuation that she might, as well as her reputation, got Emma to bleat, then freeze up like a goat.
Hilarious.
With a large smile on her face, the Siberian slowly crouched down, all while making sure to keep a firm hand on the girl’s stomach to keep her down while her free hand wrapped around the girl’s shaft… and, even while flacid, she had to admit that Emma’s lung capacity wasn’t the only thing impressive about her.
She wasn’t Taylor’s size. She didn’t smell like Taylor either...but, really. No one did. No one could. But, of course, just because it wasn’t as good—
Sibby licked her lips as she saw the various fluids on it, still dripping. Still warm and slowly moving down along the girl’s length in thick rivers and streams of white and clear that made Sibby’s nostrils flare at the first whiff of musk. Her tongue darted out, slowly collecting the largest of them onto her tongue, and savored the pleasured groan that came out of Emma’s mouth almost as much as she did the actual taste.
—didn’t mean that she wouldn’t have a taste anyway. Just because nothing was as good wasn’t a reason to confine your palate to a single flavor, now was it? That was how things got stale...and, besides. She hadn’t had a decent chew toy in forever.
She was going to milk this one, maybe literally, until she got bored...whether the little red kitten liked it or not.
