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Madison regrets a lot of things: her casual cruelty, her mercurial nature, and her disregard of others, to name a few. Most recently, Madison regrets dating Taylor Hebert. Not for the typical reasons like a disagreement or incompatibility, no, rather it's the opposite; Taylor can't keep her hands off Madison, and Madison returns the favor.
The issue is that Madison has been locked in her room for hours getting pumped full of cum by her horny girlfriend and she isn't going to be escaping any time soon. Truly, a tragedy, but Madison would like to sleep and eat and other essential activities for a living being. Having her brain melted by pleasure isn't terribly conducive to a healthy lifestyle.
Taylor stops cumming and releases Madison's ankles from their position above her head. Her cute ears twitch in pleasure as her tail swishes behind her happily. Truly, Madison's girlfriend was the cutest in the world.
Madison whines as Taylor's cock slowly leaves her body, the thick rings around the middle and tip causing a delightful stretch. Judging by the hardness and how exhausted Taylor is (not at all), Madison is due for even more bruises and bites and a battering ram of a dick in her guts.
"S-stop, please, for a minute." Rasps Madison. "I need some time to recover."
Taylor's lust clouded eyes clear near instantly, and she rushes to check in on Madison. "Did I overdo it again? I'm so sorry, you have to tell me when I'm too much."
Now, Madison isn't complaining that her stud of a girlfriend regularly and consistently turns her inside out, but even a hopeless pervert like Madison has a limit. Taylor, it seems, does not, and Madison always feels a little bad for not being able to keep up. However, she also knew Taylor would be significantly more miserable if Madison forced herself to continue. The Puppy Dog eyes were devastating.
"N-no more… for tonight. We—" She sucked in a deep breath, a pleasant ache against her lungs. "We need to clean up, th-then bed."
Strong, gentle arms lift Madison from the bed, uncaring of the large amount of sexual fluids covering her body. A short trip to the bathroom and a quick shower later, Taylor carries Madison back and sets her down, then lays down beside her, arms pulling her close.
"Goodnight." Says Taylor, leaning in for a kiss.
"Goodnight." says Madison, muffled by delicious lips.
Madison's biggest regret is that her girlfriend tries so, so hard, and yet nothing Madison can do is nearly enough for an equal exchange. She knows their relationship isn't transactional and Taylor is plenty happy to preform these acts of service, but all Madison has is money and a big empty house. Useful, but inauthentic. It's her parents money, after all.
She tries, and tries, and it never feels like it's enough. One girl can only do so much.
Madison's eyes shoot open. One girl. Taylor is left unsatisfied pretty regularly; she's superhuman while Madison is just human, but maybe two, three, or even more can bridge the gap. Taylor's gentle breathing lets Madison knows she's fallen asleep, so she wiggles out of the hug and makes her way to the computer. It's hard because her legs are numb but she manages.
Popping down in her comfy purple chair, she boots up her PC, the many lights shining softly in the darkness. Navigating towards her inbox, she sees more of Emma's salty messages and random spam mail. She clicks the search bar and look for that one invite from about a week ago, sent by Emma's mom. Alan had recently been promoted and the family wanted to celebrate.
Madison, being a friend of Emma's, was invited alongside her parents (like they would show up) and at first, she wasn't going to go. But Emma and Sophia would be there. That means there's opportunity for her and Taylor to have some fun. Madison marks the date, sets some reminders and alarms, and books a shopping trip with her chauffeur. Taylor's going to need a swimsuit.
Watching her massive, intimidating girlfriend blush was always a treat, so it's nice that it's easy enough to make happen. Madison struts out of the changing booth in a horrifically skimpy bikini, showing off everything. Taylor, of course, stares and blushes, but she's learned that it's okay to stare if it's your girlfriend.
Taylor herself is much harder to shop for. Being over seven feet tall and jacked as hell is abnormal for women, so shopping for Taylor is finding things that might look good and then sending them to a tailor (heh). There is also online stores, but those are fairly unreliable, so they avoid using them.
The real hassle is Taylor's status as a public cape. She has yet to do anything like fight crime or patrol and whatnot, but the PRT and the Protectorate quickly took the opportunity to integrate themselves with Taylor. That failed when Madison used her father's connections to make sure they new Taylor was off limits, but then came Taylor's family.
Teresa Agnes wasn't unknown to Madison. Her mother routinely complained about her lack of care for the standards and practices, and if it was just that, she would have been stonewalled. Unfortunately, she is Taylor's grandmother, and that limited Madison's ability to lean on her family's influence. Taylor was naive and didn't see that glint in Teresa's eye. Madison saw the same thing in both her parents.
Still, this meant Taylor was gone for a weekend every month for testing and such. When she came back, Madison was typically kept bedridden for at least a day. But depressing thoughts aren't important. Seeing her girlfriend in cute clothes is, although that would have to wait for the tailor. Still, Madison can pretend until then.
The two walk side by side to the front desk, paying for their bounties. Taylor always complained about Madison paying for everything, but against the power of more money than someone can reasonably spend, her arguments always fall flat. Plus, Madison would rather use her money for something she likes (her girlfriend) rather than just letting it sit in the account.
Home was close, and Taylor still had at least two hours until she needed to go home. Next week, the party happened and Madison's plans would finally reach fruition.
Taylor is wearing her stupid big shirt and some baggy pants. All that effort working on her confidence, body image, and being all sexy and now the shyness comes back? Oh, no. Madison will not stand for this. It's a barbecue with a pool. She will go swimming, and Madison will see Taylor wet and in her bikini one way, or another.
But for now, it is time to greet the hosts. The two walk through the back gate and Madison waves at her friends. "Hey, Emma! We're here."
The red head waves back, but noticeably ignores Taylor. Their relationship didn't change overmuch, after the change. Emma just decided it was easier to ignore her ex-friend (Maybe more? Taylor clammed up when asked about a first kiss…) rather than engage with the very obvious cape.
Honestly, smart. Only reason Taylor hasn't gotten revenge is that she's a normal person who just happened to get powers. Although maybe the sex has something to do with it, too. Either way, Emma doesn't mess with Taylor, Sophia decided Taylor was cool now, and Madison got turned into a well fucked mess every other day, so everything worked out!
Emma waves back. Taylor avoids looking at her, and seems to be focused on some other guests. They approach the pool, where Alan is grilling some burgers, and Madison pushes Taylor away, whispering, "Go mingle. And remember; I need help, so don't feel bad. I'll be disappointed if we leave alone, today." A quick kiss on the cheek (Taylor has to bend down), and Madison shucks of her shirt and shorts and walks to the pool, where Emma and Sophia are almost but not quite touching.
Looking at Taylor, Madison knows she'll need to help. That girl is way to nice and considerate to even think about something like adding a third. Or maybe… she looks at Sophia. A fourth?
Taylor wanders. It's been years since she was at the Barnes' house, but it looks just the same. A pang of melancholy hits her as she remembers playing in this very yard, her and Emma spending days at a time together.
That past is gone, and now Taylor has new family. Tachyon and her girlfriends, Madison, and that's it. Taylor is happy, now, especially with Emma and Sophia backing off completely. At first, Taylor thought it was a bit suspicious when Madison proposed dating, but going through the ordeals Taylor puts her through seems a bit much for a scheme. So, girlfriends.
But now Madison wants to add more? Not even to date, although that is apparently okay if it happens, just for sex. Like, Taylor knows she's a lot, but she's okay toning it back. And no matter what Tachyon or her mom said or taught her, she's not totally sure she's in agreement.
A floating blond girl approaches Taylor, her bright blue eyes shining. "Wow, you're that horse chick!" She stops in front of Taylor's. "My name's Vicky. Nice to meet you!" She holds out her hand.
Taylor takes it, saying, "I'm Taylor. Hello." She isn't the most informed, but she did now who Glory Girl is. Capes are, in general, noticeable and obvious, at least in costume, but Glory Girl, also known as Victoria Dallon, is noticeable for more normal reasons.
She's pretty. Very pretty. Taylor tries not to stare but she couldn't resist looking, and saw that the other girl was fit. Nothing crazy, and definitely not anything near Taylor's level after the change, but work was clearly put into Victoria's body.
Victoria is wearing a blue one-piece swimsuit with with a star-shaped cut-out in front, trimmed in gold. The most surprising part of her appearance is that she's even here. This is a party for Alan, so how does her know New Wave?
Vicky takes Taylor's hand and starts pulling her. "Come on, meet the rest of us. We've been curious about the only other public cape we know about." That is a benign enough reason to socialize with the freak, so Taylor doesn't pull away and lets herself be dragged towards the hoard of blondes. Still, she's pushy and sociable. Taylor shudders.
If not for the fact that it is New Wave (why are they even here?), Taylor would think they might have been E88. Blue-eyed, statuesque blondes? That's Nazi 101.
"Hey, guys, look who's here! Small world, huh?" Vicky calls out towards her family. Some look over at them, surprise on their faces, while the rest continue their conversations. One of them, a man, is talking to Alan, currently grilling, the smell of cooking beef emanating from the grill.
Alan looks over. "Taylor! Wow, I heard that you were different, but you're huge, kid. Did Danny come?"
Vicky backs off a little, letting the two catch up. A fair reaction; she didn't know Taylor. A cringe flashes over Taylor's face. "Uh, I don't know, sorry. I came with Madison."
He taps his chin, then snaps. "That's Emma's friend, yeah? The short one?"
"Yes." Taylor always enjoyed Alan's dramatic flair. It was kind of funny watching him make a whole show out of the smallest of things.
"It's been forever. Nice to see you again, Taylor. But I'm being rude." He gestures grandly towards the gaggle of blondes. "You probably know them, but these are the Dallons and the Pelhams." He leans closer and whispers louder enough that everyone can here him. "They're New Wave, but don't tell anyone. That's a secret."
Everyone waves politely. A severe-looking blond woman approaches Taylor and Vicky pulls them closer. Taylor glances around and sees that everyone but that mousey brunette have returned to their own conversations.
The woman stops in front of them, almost glaring at Vicky. "I see you coerced another guest over. Good evening, I am Carol Dallon." She holds out her hand. This close, Taylor can really see the similarities between her and Vicky. It's like looking at a grown, experienced Vicky, and they're even dressed similarly. Taylor isn't, or rather, wasn't one to ogle women, but she's found it harder to look away than in the past. The simple white and blue bikini shows off a very toned physique, muscles straining against Carol's skin. A very intimidating person, when paired with a face like that. Beautiful and looks ready to kill you at a moments notice.
Taylor takes the hand and shakes it. "Taylor Hebert. Hello."
Carol holds on just a little longer than necessary. "Are you Annette's daughter?"
"That was my mom's name. How do you know her?"
"We were… close, in college. Her passing hurt me more than I expected. I'm sorry for your loss."
The reminder is unwelcome as always, but that's grief, Taylor supposes. "Uh, yeah, thanks."
"I didn't expect to meet you of all people here. Small world. If you need anything relating to your situation, don't be afraid to call. We could use more parahumans like yourself." She smiles and Taylor feels an invasive pulse of heat.
"Thank you for the offer. I'll take you up on that, ma'am." What bad timing. Normally, this was when she and Madison would start preparing. Jugs of water, snacks, towels, spare clothing, and much more. To happen now of all times was the worst. She and Madison might have to skip out on the rest of the party.
Carol sniffs the air and cocks her head. "Do you smell that?"
Vicky looks at her questioningly. "I don't think so?" She says slowly. "Unless you mean the burgers."
"No, nevermind." Taylor tries to come up with an excuse or something but Carol turns around and a piece of her twitches. It's really hard to look respectfully. "I'll be heading inside for to get more drinks. And I'll go catch Zoe."
There are some nods and drink requests and more, bur Taylor is just happy to watch her leave. She turns around to look for Madison next, and sees her engrossed with Emma and Sophia, and is about to make her way over to them when Vicky calls out, "Hey, don't leave yet. We barely talked."
"Sorry, something just came up."
"Fine." She whines. "Just come by before you leave again, please? I want to talk about public cape stuff with someone who isn't family."
Taylor makes a mumbled promise and then beelines for Madison. She was still talking to Emma and Sophia, but had since moved the the pool. The Trio, as always, looks great together (fuck, that's a bad thought, stop) with their color coded swimsuits. Emma is wearing a strappy, thin red bikini, Sophia a baby blue top and swimming shorts, and Madison is wearing a small white bikini she bought a week ago. It is scandalous, almost, and all the skin on display is making Taylor's developing situation harder.
She moves as close as she can get to Madison and calls her over. Laying on her little floaty bed, Madison rolls her eyes and says, "What, can't just say it? Fine, I'll come over, give me a sec." She paddles over.
Taylor knows she sounds almost whiney and needy as she says softly, "It's happening now. What do we do?"
Madison stares. "Taylor, I'm fucking beat. I would help, but honestly, I don't think I can handle it right now. But we are here for a reason, yeah? Tell you what, go wait in Emma's room and I'll figure it out in a minute. Don't worry." A conspiratorial gleam flashes through her eyes, and she slowly starts to float away. "It's all coming together, now." She chuckles as her chair turns around all on it's own.
It's not much of a plan, but Taylor isn't some beast controlled by her desires. She'll be fine. But it would be really embarrassing if everyone saw her with an erection, so it's only prudent to retreat, for now.
She makes her way towards the house, ears and tail flicking uncomfortably, and prepares for whatever Madison's plan is. If it's another girl, though, Taylor will just have to say no. There can't be another person like Madison, and being with Taylor isn't something she wants to subject someone else to.
Carol Dallon is angry. Not anything, no, she is angry at herself. Annette, right in front of her, and it just has to be her daughter. Watching that tall horse woman (girl, she's a girl, don't be like Sarah) on TV was one thing. Carol could say TV doesn't get every angle or the subtleties of human expression, but seeing her in person only highlighted how alike the two are.
Why wouldn't they be? Annette was strong and fierce, it's no wonder Taylor didn't get much from her father. Useless, just like Mark.
She catches herself. No, that's wrong and unkind. She's just upset and looking for things to lash out at. She enters the kitchen and opens the cooler, collecting the drinks. As she is about to make her way back outside, she catches that maddening scent again.
She sets the drinks on the counter and inhales deeper, trying to pinpoint the direction. A door closes and Carol moves in that direction. It is a little inane to lean on her training for something as pointless as this, but Carol doesn't care right now. She can guess what the smell is; it smells like Annette, but stronger, deeper, and pierces into her brain with the sole purpose to remind her. And who looks exactly like Annette?
Still, Carol wants confirmation. It might not be her, it could be someone else. The excuses sound weak, so Carol decides to stop making them. She misses Annette and wants to see her again, but she can't. Her daughter is so similar they could be twins, if not for the size, muscles, and horse ears and tail. Hmm, maybe not twins after all.
Footsteps go up the stairs and Carol follows, soft pool slippers against the carpet. A door creaks open then shuts. The smell is getting stronger, and Carol feels a heat flows through her body. Such an old feeling. So long, she almost forgot what if was; that feral lust few ever elicited from her.
Carol really is no better than Sarah, at this point. There's no point deluding herself; Carol is going to find Taylor Hebert and use her to sate her long denied lusts. Such a horrific act, but Taylor's almost an adult at this point, isn't she? About Vicky's age, she bets. Not like she'll ask. And it doesn't a lawyer to know that won't hold up in court.
She stops in front of a door inscribed with the name 'Emma.' Alan's daughter's room. She puts her hand on the knob and prepares to turn, but is stopped by that scent again, suddenly stronger and almost pervasive.
Rustling cloth is heard as Carol stands outside the door. She inhales deeply one more time to forget what she's going to do and pushes the door open. The girl inside is facing away from Carol, and has removed her clothing, her towering body rippling with muscle. The baggy, unflattering outfit hid much of her physique, but the swimsuit beneath it showed off much more.
It also reveals a rather surprising piece of anatomy. An equine penis, throbbing and leaking, juts out from her waist like a spear. Carol isn't really all that attracted to male anatomy, and if it was anyone else, it might have been a turn off.
But that's Annette Taylor, who looks just like she remembers, ignoring the height. Carol is okay with this turn of events. She silently plods over, following that intoxicating scent, and watches as Taylor starts to stroke herself.
Carol clicks her tongue and the girl spins around suddenly, ears and tail going straight. "How disappointing. You're at a party and instead of spending time with everyone here you run inside to masturbate? Do you really have so little control?" Carol walks forward and the girl starts backpedaling, clearly uncomfortable. She trips on a shoe, sending her sprawling.
Before she recovers, Carol plants a foot on Taylor's sternum and hums. "So, are you willing to explain yourself?"
Taylor stutters out nonsense as her face turned red and her ears start flicking around erratically. Carol is aware that the girl has a significant strength advantage, but Carol's a veteran hero, an authority figure, and most of, beautiful. A teenager so stricken with lust she leaves a party to go masturbate has such little chance of resisting it's almost funny.
It feels good to exert her authority like this. The girl below her almost looks pathetically subservient, and even though a part of her is disgusted with her own actions, Carol wants to bully this young woman until she cries.
A hand clamps down on her ankle and lifts, leaving Carol unbalanced and grasping for the dresser. "Mrs. Dallon, what are doing?" cries Taylor as she tries to wriggle away. "I'm sorry for leaving, just-just let me get dressed, please!"
The force being exerted in not nearly the girls full capability. She can throw Carol through the wall if the wants to, but since when has a physical power disparity stopped her from disciplining someone? She's Victoria's mother, after all.
Carol pushes down with all her strength, and the Brute beneath her is unwilling to actually use her full strength on a 'squishy.' Useful when dealing with enemy capes, and now for dealing with reluctant lovers.
Her foot breaks through the gentle grip with great effort, but Carol's power display was successful. It isn't physically effective, evidenced by Taylor complete disregard for Carol's weight, but it is mentally effective. The girls eyes widen slightly as she drops her hold on the ankle, cowed by Carol's domineering attitude.
It's easy to intimidate teenagers, especially a timid one like Taylor. "I didn't ask for an apology. But since you're so eager to give one, I'll take actions over words." Carol lifts her leg and moves toward the bed, sitting down heavily. "Sit up and come here." She snaps.
Taylor follows quickly, her red face and twitchy ears an obvious tell. Her expression was more subdued, now, carefully blank, but she is still following orders. She moves towards the bed, making to sit, but Carol holds up a hand. "No. Sit or kneel or whatever is most comfortable, right here in front of me." Taylor listens, sitting down with crossed legs, and was still taller than Carol.
Slightly annoying, but Carol isn't insecure about her height. Plus, Taylor can always get lower. The girl, as much as she tries to hide it, is obviously staring at Carol's barely covered body, and it's cute that she thinks she's subtle. Carol widens her legs, and scoots forward.
Taylor, a calculating glint in her eyes, is swiftly distracted by the sight of Carol's strong body. It's a labor of love and discipline, and Carol would sooner lose her powers than her well honed body, especially if she can make Annette Taylor stare like that.
She slips a finger into her bottoms and teasingly shifts it. "How about we start that apology? Open your mouth."
Taylor's expression turns skeptical. "Why? I'm still not sure what I'm—" Carol reaches out and shoves two fingers into Taylor's mouth.
"You're here to apologize, so just listen to me." She slipped her thumb in and took hold of Taylor's tongue, pulling it out of her mouth. And then kept pulling. "Hmm. Long tongue. Is this another effect of you're power?"
"Yeh." Taylor mumbles.
"That Madison is a lucky girl. Out of respect for your relationship, I won't demand too much. But I know how you'll apologize, now." Carol pulls her bottoms down and spreads her legs, revealing her glistening folds. "Use your tongue, and try your best."
Taylor looks at her incredulously. "Huh?" she questions.
Carol rolls her eyes. "Perform oral sex. Eat me out. Give me head. It's not terribly hard to understand. This is an apology, so don't slack off."
Taylor continues to hesitate, so Carol swings her legs up and onto the girls shoulders and pulls, locking her ankles behind Taylor. She rolls her eyes again. "God, you're timid. Just try your best and I'll be happy."
Carol actually sees the shift in the girl, a long, slow inhale as her ears pin themselves back and her pupils dilate. The lips against her start moving, and a tongue hesitantly laps at her pussy.
Carol waits for Taylor to proceed further, but she just breaths deeply and occasionally flicks her tongue across Carol's folds, so Carol takes initiative. Her hands reach out for Taylor's head and takes a firm grasp of her hair, near the base of her ears, and says, "I'm not asking for much here, Taylor. Try harder already, or I'll have to take things into my own hands."
Taylor looks up at Carol, dark eyes full of lust, and Carol feels the power coursing through her. Annette was always the one in charge, but now she's on her knees, following Carol's orders.
Then the girl actually starts working on giving Carol pleasure, suckling and licking at her clitoris. That long, long tongue slowly entered her and Carol stopped holding her moans back.
"Fuck." Carol leans back, laying flat as the girl on the floor really starts going at it. Her hands start scratching at the base of those ears and enjoys their twitching. It's a strange sensation to feel a thick, wriggling muscle inside of her, dexterous and strong. Taylor is able to reach new places, and Carol starts to imagine where else she could use the girl.
Maybe at the firm, under her desk for easy access, or at home for after a stressful day. Perhaps she could show up on patrol routes for some quick fun.
Taylor finds a point inside Carol that makes the older woman gasp, and starts to focus on that, Carol's body trembling in pleasure as fire shoots across her body. Her moans become uncontrolled as she approaches a peak she thought she left behind.
"Fuck, yes, Annette, please!" The pleasure, cresting high and about to overflow, stops. Carol squeezes her legs and pulls Annette closer. Her breath comes fast and heavy as her peak is denied. "Why'd you stop?" She almost whined.
Looking down, she saw Taylor looked furious. "You just called me my mom's name. What the fuck?" The girl takes hold of Carols legs and removes them, her strength far greater than Carol's. "I was kinda into this, even though this is super weird, but you killed the mood, Mrs. Dallon. I'm leaving." With her piece said, she pulls up her swimsuit and exits the room, almost slamming the door behind her.
Carol thought back a few moments and a shock of cold ran through her. Fuck! She really is the worst. At least Sarah wasn't that much older than Neil when she got pregnant; Carol just had a teenager younger than her daughters eat her out, and called her her dead moms name.
As she laments about her moral and ethical failings, she heard whispers from outside the room. A creeping dread surrounds her heart. She's in someone else's room, in someone else's house, during a party where many of her colleagues from the firm have been invited. Was she so hung up on a dead fling from college that she not only failed as an adult, but failed in the most basic of decision making?
The door opened and Carol decides to accept her fate. She cracks open her eyes and sees that small girl, Madison, enter with a giddy look on her face. "Wow, Brandish, really? She's been my favorite for years, Taylor! Fuck, I wanted to watch! Can you go again, please please please?" She turns around to the girls behind her, puppy dog eyes deployed. And yes, girls, as the athletic black girl is also in the hallway.
Carol's ruined. Three teenagers now know what a failure she is. But maybe she can salvage something here. She sits up and looks at the trio of girls: Madison is visibly excited, nearly vibrating, Taylor is still upset, arms crossed and glaring. and the last girl looked intrigued.
"No, there won't be a repeat," states Carol. "This was just… a moment of weakness. I don't think anything is going to happen."
"But your, like, my favorite cape." whines Madison. "Anything at all, please."
"No." "No." Both Carol and Taylor say at once. They blink, and Taylor's ears twitch in surprise. Those horse riding sessions with Sarah were pretty handy with the tall girl.
"Fine." A devious gleam appears in Madison's eye. "But what about your sister?"
Carol stands up and glares harshly, not even responding to that question. Madison wilts. Then she sighs. "Will you tell anyone about this?"
Taylor opens her mouth but Madison beats her to the words. "We won't! Buuut, that comes with a condition."
Carol knocks the thought around a little bit. She is at a bit of a disadvantage, but she's sure she can fight the accusation effectively. But that takes time, effort, and reputation, so whether she agrees is up to the demand. "Put with it."
"We want your number! Well, I want it, I guess." Madison pulls out her phone. "Here, put it in."
Taylor leans close to the shorter girl and although she tries, Carol is used to secretive teenagers whispering. "I just want to leave and go back. She ruined the mood, but my issue is dealt with."
Madison whispers back, "Okay, but Brandish is hot and I want her number."
Carol hands the phone back. "Here. Just, please, don't tell anyone. I would hate to take anything to court."
The stranger give a quick laugh. "Yeah, I bet. 'Beloved lawyer and hero fucks some teenager' would make a pretty great headline."
"Yes, well, let's hope nothing like that happens. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a party to return to." She pulls her swimsuit back into place and walked out. If the girls didn't move, she would have just pushed past them. The bathroom was close, and she needed to clean up.
Madison watches the certified MILF walk away, hips swaying as she made her way to the bathroom. Fuck! She was so looking for Taylor to pound that stone expression into a blissful mess, but oh well.
Although, she is super miffed that everything is ruined, now. Taylor is upset, ears and tail all droopy, and Sophia had barely agreed to oral. Now, Madison has to wait, and probably get hollowed out later (the horror) now that Taylor has to wait.
The tall girl looks over at Madison. "Let's go back, please."
Sophia pats Taylor on the forearm with a sarcastic smile. "What, didn't like banging, like, the hottest member of New Wave. Wow, high standards."
Taylor's fist clenches. "She said my mom's name."
Sophia actually looked at the girl with sympathy, and Madison filed that knowledge away. Brandish is a freak, for sure.
"That fucking suck, holy shit. Okay, yeah, I see why you're upset."
Taylor glances down at her. "Why are you here, anyway."
A finger points at Madison. "Freak supreme here 'wanted help' with you, and Emma's okay with a little fooling around between friends, so i agreed, just to get a taste. Maybe some other time, though."
"I'm not sure that's happening. I'm… not really looking for more than Madison." Taylor looks uncomfortable.
Madison takes that moment to pipe up. "I get it, you were raised monogamous, but Taylor, I'm literally dying."
Sophia scoffs. "Don't let the pervert fool you. She'd get fucked all day of she could, but she's always loved watching people go at it. Full on cuck fetish."
"Excuse you, it's not a cock fetish, I'm a voyeur, thanks." Madison snaps. "But, um, yeah. I want to watch you with other people. I probably could have led with that."
Taylor sighs, and Madison can see the gears spinning, her cute little ears twitching in thought. "I… can try. For you. Just, not today. And, we need to have a serious discussion about boundaries and I need to apologize properly to you."
Madison looks at her questioningly. "Why are you apologizing."
"Madison, I cheated on you. It's one thing to have a third join, but Brandish was not agreed upon. That's important and It was not okay. There isn't an excuse for my behavior." Taylor is deathly serious.
Personally, Madison doesn't really care. She understands why others might, but she's perfectly aware of how non-standard her ideas of romance and sex are, so she'll allow Taylor to suffer through the guilt a little bit. "Fine, just don't go overboard. I'm fine with it, for future reference, just make sure you tell me and also film it, please."
Sophia snorts. "Don't even bother, Hebert. She's a freak. She'd rather watch you fuck a dozen women back to back than ever even think of being exclusive."
Taylor sighs. "And? That's her prerogative, not mine. Relationships are built on trust and communication, and more than that, I care about what I did. So, let me apologize, let us establish some firm boundaries, and make sure we're on the same page."
Madison whines. "You're gonna make us still down and talk again, aren't you."
"Yeah, we need it. We haven't been clear enough with each other."
"Fine." She slumps. "Let's head back. We can talk later, then. I promise."
Sophia laughs. "Yeah. You're gonna have your hands full with her. Let's hope that body of yours lets you keep up."