Photographs Tell No Truths
Chapter 9: Girls On Film
Disclaimer: Do You Think if I Owned TF2 I'd be Writing a Worm x Fanfic?
I mean… Probably… I own Absolutely NOTHING.
Warning! Sexual Content In This Chapter! You've Been Warned!
Story Start:
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Amy:
Amy Dallon was many things, a healer, a nicotine addict, a super heroine, an incestuous deviant freak, and a caring and supportive sister (for whom she was a incestuous deviant freak).
One thing that Amy Dallon was not however (on top of all the other things that Amy definitely wasn't) was a morning person.
Amy Dallon very much was a person who enjoyed her sleep, and absolutely loathed anyone and anything that interrupted said sleep.
Something that most of the staff at Brockton Bay General would happily inform anyone with the chutzpah to ask.
All that is to say, there was a vanishingly small pool of people who could wake Amy early without suffering the wrath of one pissed off healer.
A random number calling Amy in the middle of the night definitely wasn't one.
Waking, with a growl Amy snatched up her phone in a crushing vice like grip, only catching a brief glimpse of "Unknown Number", before the call was terminated.
Amy had just begun contemplating calling in a favor with one of the many Villains of Earth Bet whom owed her a personal favor when the phone spoke again.
A text message this time, a text message that Amy contemplated just ignoring, before deciding against.
If she did get serious about calling in a favor she might as well read the offender's last words right?
Any thoughts or lingering feelings of revenge immediately flew out of Amy's head a moment later upon opening the text.
Unknown Number
You Really Should Open Your Mail You Know.
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Saving the image instantly, and now more than wide awake, Amy desperately tried to contact the unknown number only to find her efforts blocked over and over again.
She couldn't even contact Taylor about the image.
Some sort of citywide black out ended up being the cause, a drunk driver slamming into just the right telephone pole at just the right time to cripple the entire cell network of Brockton Bay.
Leaving Amy with absolutely nothing to do but either look for the mysterious Mail she'd supposedly received… or spend a few extra waking hours enjoying… this wonderful picture of Taylor she'd somehow found herself in the possession of…
Amy felt that she'd made the right choice in the end.
Who'd honestly waste their time looking for a mysterious letter, when she could instead wonder at Taylor's delicious form and ponder over what had gotten the taller girl in such a state, and what/who she'd been thinking about when the picture had been taken… Amy kinda hoped it was her, as unlikely as the likelihood probably was.
All in all it was a rather enjoyable night for Amy, if a rather sleep deprived next morning…
Good thing it was the weekend.
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Ironically in the end Amy's morning started the exact same way that her late night had by her damn phone ringing incessantly to wake her up, an incoming call, come to spoil her once pleasant dreams.
This time however, Amy was in a vastly improved mood.
Which was quite the feat considering this time when Amy was awoken from her sleep by a mysterious caller (who hadn't yet caught the memo that to call Amy any time before twelve P.M. was to invite wroth), she did so cold, naked, and sticky from sweat and other… fluids…
The fact that it was the girl herself responsible for leaving Amy in such a state had absolutely nothing to do with Amy's vastly improved mood.
Lover Girl
Answering the call, Amy managed a sleep filled if at the very least audible "Hnnng?", just because she was in a good mood about receiving the call didn't mean that Amy was any less drowned within the arms of Morpheus however.
"Hello to you too, sleeping beauty." Came Taylor's sweet husky voice from within the device, the sound of rushing wind and Taylor's occasional soft pant informing Amy's sleep-addled brain that the tall ruby eyed brunette was probably on a run. "So I was just calling because I realized we never agreed on a time to meet up! I was thinking around two, maybe two thirty? That will give me a couple hours to get cleaned up and dressed, and will give you time to either get some more sleep or to get ready yourself." Taylor explained, the wind cutting out as she obviously took a small break.
"Y-yeah sounds good…" Amy found herself muttering, her mind elsewhere as memories of her previous night, the flirtatious texts (boarding on sexting) she'd exchanged with the taller brunette, and now her soft panting and moaning all combined to feed Amy a mental image that she was finding hard to ignore.
Mental images of Taylor dressed in some skimpy workout clothes, sweat beading on her skin and dripping between the valley of her breasts, and down and across the abs that Amy knew she had.
It was all Amy could do to suppress a moan, as her free hand gained a mind of its own to slip down between her thighs.
"You know Amy you could always join me…" Taylor practically purred into her ear suddenly, as the wind picked back up, and Taylor's soft gasps once more filled her ears. "I do at least a little… cardio everyday…"
"I-… yes that would be lovely…" Amy found herself moaning, lost to her lust as her hand gained traction and speed as it began to massage her needy flesh. So she was of course surprised when Taylor immediately chimed in a with a:
"Great! My normal run time is probably too early for you so I'll swing around your place around seven thirty A.M.! Anyway see you in a few hours Amy!" And promptly hung up on her.
"Buh-Wah?!" Amy squeaked coming out of her hazy cloud of lust as she suddenly found herself on an empty line. "That bitch hung up on me!" Amy found herself giggling.
Giggles turned into laughter, and laughter turned into a full on belly laugh at the absurdity of what she'd just been doing.
"God I'm lonely!" Amy giggled, before rolling over and pulling up the picture of Taylor that she'd been gifted last night again.
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She had a few hours to get to Lords Port didn't she? Might as well make the most of it. Amy decided.
Never noticing that amidst her laughing fit that her door had crept open a crack, nor did she notice the fact that occasionally her moans of pleasure were echoed in stereo.
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Rushing down the street Amy was mad. No she was livid, not only was she late for her date with Taylor (was it actually a date? Neither of them had really confirmed whether it was or not before the whole chat had devolved into innuendos), but Vicky had refused to take her, so she had to take the bus.
The bus that was running late because of Uber and Leet causing a commotion along one of the few intact streets in Brockton Bay.
With the traffic being so bad that Amy had elected to jog to Lord's port rather than waiting on a bus stuck in unmoving traffic.
So here Amy was jogging down the street, cursing her sister, cursing Uber and L33t, and cursing her now painfully obvious out of shape body.
Did the weight she'd put on give her fat tits, some fantastically squishable thighs, and an ass that just didn't quit?
Yes.
Did it all make jogging for anything less than a life threatening situation an absolute pain in the ass?
Double Yes.
Currently she was incredibly jealous of girls like Taylor and her Sister who were both obviously in incredible shape yet still looked fantastic.
Amy really only had two states of body shape.
And neither were really conducive to the whole athletic sex goddess look that her sister and Taylor enjoyed.
Spotting the edge of Lord's Port and the boardwalk, Amy poured on the speed, letting long atrophied muscles once more find their groove as Amy rocketed down the cracked and crumbling sidewalk.
It would have been an enjoyable experience if once again she wasn't late as fuck, or if her own damn tits weren't trying to uppercut her in the chin.
And finally. Agonizingly. Amy made it to Lords Port and the boardwalk… now if only she knew where Taylor was…
A question that answered itself soon after as Amy found herself bent over her knees dry heaving from exhaustion, as Amy felt a gentle hand press into the back of her sundress.
"You know you'd recover quicker standing straight up then bent over right? Or are you so eager for me that you're presenting already?" Taylor's soft voice purred into Amy's ear, the formerly soft gentle hand at the small of her back now feeling like a branding iron that filled Amy with need and her heart a burning want.
Not that she was really able to express any of those feelings seeing as her lungs were doing their level best to jump out of her throat.
"H-how'd you know where I was?" Amy gasped, trying her best to take the taller brunette's words to heart and stand upright, though only managed a slightly straighter slump.
"You ran right past me!" Taylor giggled, poking any at various points along her back trying to get her to flinch into a straighter position, she was only half successful.
Groaning, Amy once more curled over into herself, this time in embarrassment rather than exhaustion.
"You must think I'm an idiot." Amy whined into her hands, evoking another giggle out of Taylor, the brunette brushing some imaged dust off her blue skirt before adjusting her bow tie so the red ribbon settled evenly on her white dress shirt.
"Just a bit, but never you mind that, I myself have found myself wearing that hat more often than I would like." Taylor giggled again, before reaching down and taking Amy's hand and began pulling her along, once more giving Amy an unbridled view of her strange vaguely French genetic and the filth and rot currently circulating through her system.
"Your body makes no sense…" Amy grumbled, as she allowed Taylor to drag her down the beach, had she been paying attention Amy would have noted the beach for being startlingly empty given it was such a nice day.
But then again even most Brocktonites wouldn't consider going to the beach this late into fall.
No, instead Amy was focused on the hidden world within her date, and what she found was startling.
Amy found a world that told a story of scarred tissues and barely mending broken bones.
Which shouldn't have been possible because Amy herself had used her powers to mend said stupid broken ribs over two weeks ago!
And don't even get her started on the internal scarring, which she knew Taylor hadn't had even a few days before, and yet here she was with wounds that looked months old in the healing.
Scarring that almost perfectly mirrored where Amy had scrubbed the infections and parasites out of her date's system.
It was impossible, it made no sense, and overall it was just so god damn frustrating for Amy who prided herself on her healing ability.
Amy didn't have much in her life that she was actually proud of, but her ability to fix and heal virtually any wound or sickness that she came across was one of if not the only thing that she could take actual pride in.
It was something that was hers, and was something that few could even hope to match.
Regrow limbs? Child's play.
Bring the freshly dead back to life? Would be the first hundredth time Amy had done it.
Even reattaching someone's god damn head?
It was rare but Amy had done it!
Even brains weren't outside Amy's realm of possibility to mend and fix, save for her ever present fear that she would damage and destroy the person who lived within it.
So why was it that she couldn't heal the one girl who showed actual interest in her, and had yet to be intimidated by her power or status?
It was frustrating! It was maddening! It was a puzzle that was galling to Amy until she solved it.
Feeling Taylor pull her hand away, Amy was drawn out of her hidden world of microbes and cells of proteins and organs and found…
Taylor presenting her with a beachside picnic in a private little cove, a shy little "Ta~Da~" squeaking out of the normally confident girl.
Amy for her part couldn't resist (nor did she try) the delighted little giggle that escaped her.
She'd never had a picnic date before, everyone that her sister (or worse her mother) tried to set her up with always felt the absurd need to try and wine and dine her.
Still bubbling with happy little giggles Amy found herself practice skipping over to the picnic blanket, settling in with a happy little wiggle.
What followed was two of the best and worst hours of Amy's life.
Taylor was a consummate gentle woman, filling Amy's time with good food and small anecdotes about her likes and wants, anecdotes that Amy found herself willingly responding with in kind.
It was all picture perfect and the kind of date that Amy honestly never thought she'd never have.
But at the same time… the whole date felt like the world's cruelest clam-jam.
Everything about the way Taylor sat, to the way her thigh highs pinched at her skin, to even the way that Taylor licked the frosting from the corner of her lip was sending Amy's libido into the stratosphere.
And nothing that Amy could think to try would make the date lead to the sexier outcomes that she wanted.
Not even stripping off her sundress revealing the tiny white bikini she was wearing to complement her shrine maiden thigh highs, or asking Taylor to help adjust her choker had done anything more than get her slightly steamier complement and the briefest of touches as Taylor did as requested.
Worst yet it only served to increase Amy's libido.
It was maddening, and it was as Amy sat there biting her lip, eyes lost as she was trying to furiously think up a way to get Taylor to act on her obvious invitations that Taylor's own will broke.
Squeaking in surprise! Amy abruptly found herself pushed back and pinned to the soft blanket that had been her seat for the past few hours.
"Oh I'm sorry Amy, have I been a bad date who's been ignoring your needs?" Taylor purred, settling herself over Amy.
"N-no! Nope you've been wonderful!" Amy squeaked, squirming underneath Taylor, her breath coming in quick eager pants.
"Oh are you sure? Well if I'm doing such a good job already…" Taylor sighed, pulling back slightly, adjusting her leg to press between Amy's thighs.
"No please! Don't go…" Amy whimpered, clamping her legs around Taylor's thigh.
Taylor for her part just grinned and settled herself back down over Amy, who for her part relaxed her legs from around Taylor's.
"I need to hear you say it Amy… or this is as far as we go." Taylor ordered, turning the healer's head back towards her and lifting her up by the chin.
Amy moaned, her lips were so close to Taylor, but try as she might she couldn't push herself any closer to cease the taller girls lips for her own.
"Ah ah ah!" Taylor chided, practically purring in response to Amy's struggle to nonverbally continue their moment. "I need to hear you say the word that I'm not taking care of all your needs first Amy."
Struggling against the unseen force pinning her down for a few moments more, Amy closed her eyes, swallowed her embarrassment and shyly spoke.
"You- you're not taking care of all my needs!"
"Oh that's a shame… we should fix that shouldn't we?" Taylor asked, before leaning down and capturing Amy's lips.
It was heaven, Amy had died and gone to heaven.
That was all she could think, as Amy moaned into Taylor's embrace, soft lips meeting angel soft lips… but Amy wanted more.
And began nibbling on Taylor's bottom lip, asking, begging for more.
Feeling Taylor's mouth stretch into a grin, Amy whimpered as Taylor softly pulled away.
"Are you sure you want more?" Taylor whispered, with a soft breathy gasp, as Amy felt something long and serpentine slide off her chest.
Opening her eyes, Amy found hers locked with Taylor's deep crimson ones, and found her eyes straying down to her slightly puckered lips…
Did she want this? This was only their first date after all.
Would her asking Taylor for more make her think that Amy was just easy? Would it drive the taller brunette away…
Biting her lip in concern, Amy found her eyes rapidly flicking between Taylor's eyes and her lips before giving up the goat and throwing herself up into Taylor's embrace, the taller brunette catching Amy with one arm.
A delighted giggle bubbling out of her that turned into lust filled moan as Amy's tongue began dancing with her own, as she lowered them both back down onto the picnic blanket.
A moan that Amy found herself echoing as Taylor's hand took advantage of its position behind her to loosen the strings of Amy's bikini top, allowing her breasts to spill free.
"You're retying that for me later!" Amy gasped between kisses, back arching in pleasure as Taylor began tweaking her rapidly hardening nipples. "And you're wearing too much."
"Sure!" Taylor chuckled, before gaining a wicked smirk, briefly releasing Amy's breasts from her control to unbutton her shirt and unzip her skirt revealing that she was completely commando underneath.
"But I think you're the one who's more dressed than I am." She growled, hands pinning Amy by the waist as she once more pounced onto Amy.
Starting them again with a brief rather chaste kiss, before descending lower and lower leaving a trail of butterfly kisses and nibbles down Amy's neck, across her chest paying extra special attention to Amy's breasts, and down Amy's navel before hesitating at the edge of Amy's bikini bottoms even as she played with the strings tying them to Amy and barring Taylor's entry.
It was wonderful, Amy felt wonderful… though admittedly she did feel a small thrill of fear initially when Taylor got to her breasts.
Those sharper than average canine teeth were rather intimidating.
Amy needn't have worried, as Taylor was characteristically gentle, and her ministration left Amy in a squirming mewling puddle of want and need.
"W-why did you stop?" Amy moaned, sitting up on her elbows to take in the absolutely beautiful sight of Ruby eyed brunette poised between her thighs, thighs that became ever so imperceptibly wetter.
"I just wanted to make sure that this was actually what you wanted, you can always tell me to stop you know and I won't be mad." Taylor explained, idly playing with the strings to Amy's bikini bottoms.
"I want it!" Exclaimed Amy firmly, before turning rather shy. "I just hope you don't think I'm just an easy slut after though…"
Smiling beautifully, Taylor slidher body up against Amy's, unraveling the knots on either side of her bottomed the whole while, until they were once more face to face.
"Never," Taylor murmured softly, pressing her lips against Amy's in a heartfelt kiss.
Amy couldn't understand it at all, in all of her previous brief flings, none had advanced so far so fast as it had with Taylor.
Yet even still as Taylor once more made her slow meandering path down Amy's body, Amy couldn't deny that something about it just felt right.
It felt right to let Taylor have her way with her, and it scared Amy with how badly she wanted it.
It scared her how badly she wanted Taylor to touch her, to love and make love to her.
And it scared Amy with just how alright she was with it.
In the end Amy was just sad they didn't have any toys with which Taylor could pop her hymen.
It was an hour later as Amy and Taylor cuddled together and dozed, basking in the afterglow of their love making… or at least Amy was.
"It's not fair… I didn't do anything for you…" Amy yawned, snuggling back into the taller brunette.
"You did plenty." Taylor mumbled sleepily, kissing Amy sweetly on the back of her neck.
And it was then, at the cusp of falling asleep that something in Amy's power turned over.
And Amy could see the truth.
Sitting up with a shocked gasp, Amy pulled herself out of the other girl's embrace and spun to face her.
If she even was a her.
"What's wrong Amy?" Taylor asked, sitting up, body arching into a stretch.
"Y-you! You! You're not human!" Amy squeaked, face paling eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear.
"Hmmm… nope!" Taylor yawned, her teeth suddenly looking far more predatory than they had not an hour before.
Flicking an eye open to regard her, and Amy could only gasp and gap as she met the cat eye of a predator.
A long sensuous tail faded in behind Taylor like a mirage a moment later.
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"What are you?!" Amy demanded, feeling like her entire world was being shaken at the foundation.
"A Succubus."
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