Brian Looked Back To Ash, At Her Warm, Confident Smile. Ive Got You, She Promised. Remember, This Is

Brian looked back to Ash, at her warm, confident smile. “I’ve got you,” she promised. “Remember, this is just falling practice. We’re not even going to the top of this thing yet.

Brian gulped, hands trembling, as he gripped at the two holds nearest the sign. He started to step, only for their teacher to clear his throat. “Remember, the first step is checking your harness, but the second step is signaling your partner. You never want to assume your partner is ready.”

Brian barely was able to voice the words, “on belay?”

He felt a reassuring little tug on his harness, a little jolt of pressure letting him know Ash had the thin little line that would be theoretically saving him from injury or death as tight as she could without dragging him up the cliff. “Belay on,” she called.

Himiko rested her head on his shoulder, then sighed softly as he scratched her scalp.

“You know,” she eventually said, “I’ve always wondered something.”

“No, I’ve never had to fake an orgasm. You really are that good.”

“W-Why would you even... C’mon, I’m being serious right now!” She turned to him, a pout on her face. “I just wanna get to know my boyfriend better.”

“That doesn’t count?” At her huff, he laughed, and intensified the scalp scratches. “I’m sorry, Himi-koneko. You can ask me whatever you’d like.”

She huffed again, but in an exaggerated way that let him know she was smiling. “I’ve always wondered why you like Kiyashi so much."

Taro closed his eyes, steeling himself. Just like with Akira, he somehow knew in his gut that he was never going to see her again if he let her go now. “I’m coming too.”

“Yamada,” Setsuna hissed, “don’t be stupid. You’re a civilian, you’re just going to get in the way.”

“Do you have another shapeshifter?” He flashed to the shape of Hikari, then Chiaki, then back. “Tracking or not, if he only sees you, this won’t work. Wanna bet their lives on it?” he growled, as she opened her mouth to argue.

“Fuck fuck fuck... Okay,” she finally growled, throwing her arms up in frustration, “but you’d better listen to me, got it? Rei, stay with them. Yamada, don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, Yamada, what are you doing down HOLY CRAP!”

“You okay there, Setsuna-san?” he asked, as he helped the crumpled heap of girl to her feet. She’d apparently decided it would be funny to stand upside-down on the lintel of his doorframe. Judging from her reaction, his prank - merely existing - was better.

“Ow... Yeah, I’m fine. Holy crap, though, I didn’t know monsterboys were real. What happened to you?”

“We should probably chat more inside," he mumbled, beckoning her in. "Where’s Reiko-san?”

“Hanging out with the spooky kids,” Setsuna replied, as she slipped into the parlor. “She’s going to be here in a little while, but she said I should go ahead and get started without her. So,” she began puffing out her chest, presenting her magnificent chest to him for inspection, "what are you thinking?"

“I'm thinking that's a shame,” he admitted, shaking his head when Setsuna stuck her tongue out at him. "Not like that. I had a surprise for her, that's all.”

“Yeah, I know," she huffed. "You sure surprised the crap out of me.”

“Not actually what I meant either,” he explained, as he focused on Himiko’s Quirk, as well as the new minor Quirk he’d picked up from Subaru this morning. He’d never had a minor Quirk with such an unusual effect; maybe he should call it a meta-Quirk? Didn't matter unless he got another one. But for the first time, rather than Subaru's Quirk having its own effect, it modified Disguise, letting him swap his female forms to male, and his male - including his own - to female. And, in apparent deference to Subaru, it let him decide if his genitalia were part of that swap or not.

As, he felt his body shift and change, the ten or so minutes of time he had between what was left this morning and what he’d accumulated began ticking down, but so slowly it’d last well over an hour. Probably over two when he - no, he didn’t feel appropriate right now, must be an effect of the Quirk - considered the rate at which it was refilling. Apparently, making Taro into Taroko - no, that also wasn’t right... Fem-Taro? - was a lot less than what it took to make hi- no, her into Himiko, or even the pre-Paragon Taro. As the change finished, the now-female Taro stretched, rapidly adjusting to her new musculature and center of balance. And then she looked at Setsuna, put a hand on her hip, and winked.

Hatsuko - yeah, that sounded right - was just as tall in this form as her male form, and just as solidly built. She supposed that made sense; after all, the Paragon Quirk did give her a peak human physique. But Paragon also idealized her, which in this case meant it softened some of the hard edges away. She was still built like someone had taken the best features of a dozen different athletes and made them work together, but much like her paragon form as Taro, she looked like a fitness lover’s wet dream rather than a steroid abuser. Of course, there were some other, more obvious changes, she thought, as she looked down at a pair of ample breasts remarkably similar to Mina’s. Ass too, come to think of it. Who’d have thought his ex was the platonic ideal of buxom? Okay, yeah, anyone who’d ever met her.

“Do you like it?” she asked, in a smoky alto voice distinct from Kyoka’s, but which absolutely put her in mind of it. Setsuna didn’t answer. She took out her phone, snapped a picture as Hatsuko posed, and immediately began to text Reiko.

Rei! REI! REIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

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Ditch the spookies and get your ass over here right now!

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“Holy crap,” Alex mumbled, trying to push back the skittery feeling going up and down his nerves, “are there always this many people?”

“You were at Little Christmas,” Kathy replied, wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighed as the feeling of her warmth and pressure of her strong arms pushed away the feelings of tension. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

“Yeah, but that’s Christmas, he muttered. “Besides, there’s way more people here than last time.”

“Yeah, but they’re all nerds,” Kathy pointed out. “You’re among your own kind now.”

“I’m sorry I ruined sexy girl on girl pillow fights for you. Want me to make it up to you?”

“How were you thi-“ was as far as Brian got before Ash smacked him upside the head with one of the bed pillows. There was barely any force behind it, just a playful thump across his face. He shook it off, then looked back up at her. “Really?” he asked. “How is that making it up to me?”

“Tell you after you take off your shirt,” she purred, the heat behind it making it sound almost like a growl instead.