Chapter 373 - My SI Stash #73 - InVeder by kinoth (Worm)

-After almost 10 months of inactivity it's been revived, SI as Greg the Void Cowboy kek/ The lewds just carried this fic for me honestly

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Posted on: forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/inveder-worm-gregsi.9369/ (kinoth)

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

I came awake bent over a bed that stunk; I think I can be excused for immediately pushing myself upright to try and figure out what the f.u.c.k happened. The problem, really, was that instead of levering myself up to look around I launched myself into the air. Like four feet in the f.u.c.k.i.n.g air.

Pinwheeling my arms around I managed to land on my feet and only briefly swayed back and forth. It was evident that this was not my room. I was a grown-ass man, and this was some teenager's unwashed 4chan-esque trollcave.

For some weird reason there was a hand mirror on the bed, so I picked it up and took in what was decidedly not my f.u.c.k.i.n.g face. Instead I was some slightly chubby dipshit with blue eyes and a blonde bowlcut that made him(me) look like a dopey mushroom.

Who in the hell—no. No no no nonononononononono—the mirror fell from my hands as I spun and approached the computer with trepidation. There was a website up already and I knew what I would see, but looked anyway.

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F.u.c.k.

I'd like to be dramatic and say I raged at the heavens or something, but instead my emotions just… stopped. Probably shock, maybe a fugue state? Anyhow, I poked around the computer and various piles of paper and verified that I was, indeed, Gregory William Veder, as my school ID for Winslow helpfully supplied. I watched the last few minutes of April Fool's Day tick down as I poked the brain of the meat-suit I was now apparently wearing for some answers.

The best I was able to wrangle out of Greg's—my—memories is that he had triggered earlier in the day with some kind of Gamer-like power, except Naruto-flavored. And the first thing he bought was a bloodline.

It was the Sharingan. Of course.

And then, because he was a gigantic weeb who thought he knew how to hack ninja magic, he used a mirror to hit himself with a dojutsu-based genjutsu to force his pinkeye to evolve into the mangekyō.

Instead, he apparently mindf.u.c.k.i.e.d himself brain-dead, and somehow I ended up running the show. The one saving grace is that whatever Trump/Gamer power he had gave me all the ability of your garden-variety Naruto ninja-wizard and a steady supply of 'chakra' to use. The chakra was probably really space-whale juice, but since it seemed to fuel my powers I wasn't going to complain. The sharingan seemed to be gone, and while there was an options screen in my head of some kind that I could choose things from, the sharingan was listed as 'purchased' and my attempts at channelling shard-chakra to my eyes accomplished squat, so it seemed like Greg had f.u.c.k.i.e.d that up royally.

I had three 'points' left, and the options ranged from various bloodlines (with the cheapest running twenty points) to various hidden techniques (the Nara clan's shadow jutsu catching my interest at five points), to listings like 'Sage Mode' and 'Jinchūriki'. Of course, I had no idea what I was actually already capable of, although I did seem to be able to feel and manipulate the energy swirling around my body.

I sat down at the computer and after scrubbing at the nasty-ass keyboard found that there was indeed a Naruto wiki, apparently cribbed from Earth Aleph. I was going to practice a nice, safe illusionary clone and figured I'd need to look up how to do handseals. It seemed like the kind of detail that Greg'd want to maintain verisimilitude, but instead when I channeled a bit of energy—f.u.c.k it, I channeled chakra—and thought about making a clone, before I could even bother with handseal bullshit a me appeared next to me with a silent puff of smoke. Unfortunately it seemed that when I turned my head to look at my clone it mirrored me, so all I got to see was the back of the nasty ass school shooter fade I now sported. A flex of chakra and the clone burst into smoke, and I pulled up a mental image of what I should have looked like and then invoked a henge. Now the mirror showed me a different man with short brown hair and hazel eyes instead of the double-chinned Aryan untermensch I had looked like just before.

Dispelling that I sighed and just stared off into the distance. If I was yanked from somewhere else, it was highly possible I was dead. Even if that wasn't the case, I had no inkling of how to even begin to find my way back, and I wasn't even in my own body.

Was Greg supposed to save the world? Had Taylor even—no, she got shut in the locker in January, so she probably did trigger.

Maybe Greg was destined for greater things. I, however, was going to f.u.c.k around and enjoy myself. And if Scion was killed and the world was saved, great. If not, then I guess I'd be going down with the rest of reality.

With that bullshit straight in my mind (not really, I was sure I'd be freaking the f.u.c.k out later), I found some sweatpants and a hoodie that were dark-colored and not too smelly and used my enhanced strength to open a window that hadn't been used in far too long. A fluid hop through and I shut it and darted into the shadows.

It was time for f.u.c.kery.

Two hours later and I had to admit that being a ninja was pretty damned awesome. I had managed a world-record pace and roof-hopped for miles before I came across an abandoned workshed over in the Trainyard. Once I was hidden inside it was time for some more advanced testing. I had managed to maintain a henge the whole time, so my next jutsu attempt was a substitution. Experimentation showed me that unless I had a good idea in my mind of something around my size I could substitute with the swap ended up being with something random and thus pretty disorienting, but it was an actual Trickster-like swap of two things. Time would tell if I could actually activate it in combat, of course. I also had the body flicker down pretty decent, so long as I had a good idea of where I was going to.

Wall-walking was ridiculously simple, and with the constant cycling of chakra through my body I didn't have any of the obvious issues with remaining upright or blood rushing to my head when I was upside down. I spent quite a while hopping from surface to surface doing 3D parkour. Honestly I just needed chakra threads or chains or something and I could probably pull off a convincing Spider-Man.

Well, mostly convincing. I was really only about twice as strong as I would expect Greg's somewhat-unfit body to be in general, with abilities that seemed to rise to Captain America-like levels for bursts when I increased the flow of chakra. I couldn't lift and hold a car up, but with a rush of chakra I could probably manage to flip it.

There was way too much other shit for me to experiment with unless I wanted to waste the whole night, so I contented myself with trying out a comparatively simple water jutsu, the Teppodama/Water Bullet. I didn't seem to dehydrate or need a source of water in the immediate area, and instead of spitting the bullets out they formed at the end of my fingers. Well really it seemed more like I could form them from pretty much any part of me, as I managed to spit one out, and even flung a bullet from my foot in a kick. They seemed equivalent to a moderately-hard punch from me, leaving dents in the sheet metal still laying around.

At that point I was ready to wrap it up for the night. It was getting on 2am and even if it was a Saturday, I'd still need to figure out how to fake being Greg and decide on how to continue from here. So it came as no surprise that on my way back under a henge I heard the sound of a fight. Or almost a fight, as I saw when I hopped a roof and looked over the edge. A small group of skinheads with bats and green-and-red clad asian dudes with batons and knives were squaring off and talking a bunch of shit.

It shouldn't matter to me, but… f.u.c.k it, I wanted to play. I hadn't practiced any genjutsu, but since I supposedly had skill with it I pulled out my phone and quickly searched for something that would give me what I was looking for. One fancy-ass sounding 'Demonic Illusion: False Surroundings Technique' later, and the morons down below suddenly had tumbleweeds bouncing past them as the theme from 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' played.

Cribbing horribly from a meme I had once read, I henged myself into a different costume as I walked down the wall, illusionary spurs jangling.

"By the tannin' of yer hides, somethin' wicked this way rides!" I intoned. "Draw, pardners."

Pulling my fingers out in a gun shape, I loosed water bullets at the closest targets before flickering behind one of the knife-wielders who was reaching into his coat and slamming a palm into his back sending him off to collide with the wall. A second flicker backwards to get some room and I 'shot' another six-shooter's worth into the still stunned bodies. With a touch of increased chakra flow to my entire body, everyone seemed to react like they were in molasses, just slow enough that I had time to plan my steps.

A third flicker and I realized that while my 'chakra' was probably unlimited, I could only store enough at the moment for a handful of jutsu before I'd be tapped out. I guess I was more like a capacitor than a battery, if I was making metaphors. Nevertheless, I wasn't actually empty yet, so I swept the legs of the guy in front of me and snagged his baton before stepping forward and cracking a skinhead in the arm.

Either I had misjudged my strength, or the baton was crap because it bent, the E88 guy's arm broke, screaming started, and the rest of the gangers tried to run before I managed to put them down by tapping out most of the rest of my chakra with bullets.

Luckily I kept the henge up, as I had barely finished kicking the last conscious guys in the head and rolling them for cash when I felt something tickle my senses. At the end of the alleyway Glory Girl put her sister down and then stared at me, hands on h.i.p.s. I could feel the buzz of her aura pushing on me but it was merely irritating instead of demanding at the moment.

My chakra had mostly recharged, so I merely tipped my hat. "Evenin' ladies."

"What in the hell is going on here? Who are you?"

I grinned beneath my illusionary mask. "Them Empire boys and the ABB gang were fixin' to have a duel, so I interposed myself in order to resolve their standoff." Absently adjusting the 'xXx' patterned poncho over my left side I eyed the space between the two capes and told myself that what I was thinking of was a dumb f.u.c.kin' idea. "And my name? Well little ladies, you can call me…"

With a shunshin to bring me between them I reached out to smack their asses, the noise ringing out like a gunshot.

"Void Cowboy, at your service." And with a flicker I was gone.

Chapter 2

I went 'home' and did my best to turn my brain off and go to sleep. I've never been great at meditation and clearing my mind, but I can typically distract myself enough to fall asleep quickly and I certainly did.

When I woke up it was about ten in the morning I felt an all-over body ache—the good, post-workout kind. More Greg memories had slotted into place while I slept, so when I was considering taking a shower and wondering who else in the house would react I realized that as the youngest child of two late-fifties opioid addicts on disability, they'd probably be too zombified to notice. Now my 'sister' (and I needed to stop thinking air quotes in my head so much) who lived at home after her third divorce might give a shit, but she treated Greg pretty badly anyhow, so there was gonna be no love lost there.

I was in luck, as my 'parents'—and there I was doing it again—were zoned out in front of the TV and Denise apparently didn't come home last night. I scrubbed myself with some Axe-like body wash and after looking at the similar spray deodorant resigned myself to smelling like a middle-schooler for the rest of the day.

First order of business was counting my haul, and suddenly I had four hundred and fifty bucks to play with. With a muttered 'goin' out', I spent a couple of hours doing chores, including getting a haircut so I could lose the 'wannabe school-shooter' look. A Go-Pro alike and a cheap second phone ate the majority of the money, and actual f.u.c.k.i.n.g food took the rest—the freezer had been packed full of frozen ready-to-eat meals, but I could only deal with that shit for a short time before I'd go crazy.

Back at the house, I ran a tub full of water and tried making a water clone. Well, I succeeded in making a water clone, but also felt my vision white out as my chakra reserves got sucked completely dry, then kept getting sucked. My clone rose up from the tub as I slumped against the sink and tried to stay conscious until I started 'refilling' again.

Controlling the clone was odd, I had to project my thoughts somewhat, but I managed to get it to clean while I got started on elemental transformations. I quickly found that due to what I can only assume to be shard f.u.c.kery, I could 'transform' my chakra into the elements with ease. The transformations themselves weren't enough to tell me if I had better facility for one or more, and I couldn't do any special transformations like ice or lava or what-have-you, so there was no gaming the system and bypassing having to buy a bloodline, but having lightning on command would let me spank Sophia pretty handily, which worked nicely with one of my plans.

Speaking of buying things though, I had two more points, bringing me to five; the points seemed have been granted for 'getting in a fight for the first time' and 'meet a cape'. I guess only one of the girls had counted?

Anyhow, that would let me buy either the Nara, Akimichi, or Yamanaka hidenjutsu, unlock medical jutsu, or… wait a second, some of these options looked more like bloodlines—there was a 'Yuki clan' option for twenty points, but 'Hyoton' was just ten. I tapped the former and it dropped down to say 'acquire the Yuki clan kekkei genkai and knowledge of their jutsu'. The latter when poked simply said 'allows use of Ice Release'.

Huh.

I didn't happen to remember all of the names of things offhand, so I moved over to the computer to do a little bit of research. Apparently Greg's homepage was PHO, so as soon as I fired up a browser I got an unwelcome notice:

Welcome to the Parahumans Online message boards.

You are currently logged in, XxVoid_CowboyxX

You have 75 unread messages.

I hit refresh.

You have 78 unread messages.

Clicking on the link, the majority were bullshit, but a large minority were from Glory Girl and Panacea. Scrolling down to the beginning I found it began with a message saying 'Glory Girl mentioned you in the thread 'Brockton Bay—General Discussion, Thread 47''.

Diving in, the post boiled down to 'Some guy dressed up as a goth cowboy beat up a bunch of E88 and ABB and then claimed he was named Void Cowboy. How much did you pay someone to say that, @XxVoid_CowboyxX?' After that were a bunch of messages from people trying to get the details from me (including one from Bagrat). Vicky and Amy didn't start messaging until later—Amy's few comments just threatened me with ball cancer, then asked what the hell I was thinking, but Vicky's were a rollercoaster of threats, apologies for those threats, 'subtle' questions about my powers, one asking if her ass felt nice, another one claiming that Eric sent that one, and more threats.

I responded via private message to both girls together.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: I was thinking I saw two very attractive ladies, one with a pugnacious look on her face, and decided to make an impression with my exit.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Gotta say though—I'm going with Panacea on this one. 10/10 GoTHICC booty, would eat like groceries.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: GG, you're still a 9/10, but the aura of Doomtm detracted from the firm bubble of your butt.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Taken together 100/10, would love to be crushed by both sets of thighs at the same time.

Closing the tab on that I went over to the Naruto wiki and started searching terms. The number of items I had available to me with only five points was still limited, but in order to allow myself some utility when I wasn't 'in character', I went with something that would have no visible expression—'Kurama Clan Genjutsu'.

…now if only I could practice it. It didn't appear to work on my water clone, and as drained as that made me there was no way in hell I was willing to try a shadow clone yet. Instead I went over ideas for genjutsu and made notes on my phone as I started a load of sheets. Greg may not have understood how to use a washing machine, but that had been one of my chores as a kid and I was totally unwilling to sleep for another night in a bed that smelled like unwashed teenage funk.

And then the solution to all my problems appeared. Denise stumbled in the back door and past the laundry room before stopping and peering at me. She smelled of cigarette smoke and stale beer as she did her best to look down her nose at me.

"Didja have a wet dream, you fat f.u.c.k? Trying to hide the evidence?"

Previously Greg would have cowered away, having learned growing up that Denise got physical for the most minor of reasons, like being told she wasn't 'acting like a lady' or 'existing in the same room while being named Greg'. I was not him, no matter how much I was now in his body. "F.u.c.k off, Danny."

That got her attention. "Don't talk back to me you little faggot." She took a threatening step forward. "I'm gonna f.u.c.kn' punch you inna fac—"

I hit her with a genjutsu I was gonna call 'Labyrinthitis' after the disease when she went to take her second step and she lurched violently to the side before grabbing on to the dryer like it was a lifeline. "The f.u.c.k is…"

I stepped forward and backhanded her, sending her spinning to the floor. The illusion shattered and I was standing across the room where I had been the entire time with my arms folded, but the mark on her face was completely real.

"You hit me!"

"No I didn't you stupid twat, I'm all the way over here."

"Yeah, stop insulting Greg. This is why I left you, you know." A voice says from next to me. Charles, the love of Denise's life who she drove away with her bitchiness was standing there with a hand on my shoulder. "You treated me like you're treating Greg. That's why I left you, you know. This is why you'll die alone Denise." He walked towards her shaking his head as she wept and held her arms out to him. As he moved into touching distance he disappeared into smoke that was sucked into her mouth and nose, choking her.

My sister crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Checking the time left on the washer I chucked her over a shoulder and threw her onto her bed.

Ability to f.u.c.k minds, check.

After making myself dinner and ignoring my messages ticking up on PHO I wandered outside to the far side of the old rotting shed, found myself a seat, and tried summoning an earth clone. That didn't go nearly as bad as the water clone, although I was again pretty tapped out for a couple of minutes. Not enough to almost faint, but I wouldn't be doing it in combat, that's for sure. I proceed to test a couple more Doton ninjutsu as well, no reason not to when I had access to dirt…

A half hour or so later with my clone in tow I went trawling Asiatown's side streets in a henge. I was sure as f.u.c.k gonna run if I saw Lung or Oni Lee of course, but I was hoping for something like—

"Shit, you're a stupid gaijin, walkin' around here at night."

—well, exactly like this.

I could feel all of them close in on me, but the girl was the one doing the talking. She was dressed kinda ganguro, all tanned with the raccoon-looking makeup, and carrying what was probably a pot-metal katana. I flicked my eyes over the rest of the gangers in front of me. No visible guns, which was good. It was the invisible guns you had to watch out for. I decided to be polite.

"Gaijin?! Where the f.u.c.k did you come from, central f.u.c.kin' casting? Are you about to tell me your kokoro is going doki-doki next?"

Well, apparently that set off the yandere switch, because she swung like she was trying to cut me from hip to shoulder. Unfortunately, the sword jolted out of her hands with a metallic clang as the discarded water heater plopped down where I was a second ago.

"Now, I thought yew were supposed to walk ten paces before yew turned and drew." I drawled from my position leaning on the wall. Pushing off, I brushed dirt off my poncho and adjusted my stetson. "Now put 'em up to the sky and ya might jus' live another day, little lady."

They didn't listen of course.

I changed things up by shooting chidori senbon instead of water bullets. It was electric (boogie woogie woogie) how they dropped and twitched. Once they were all down I collected a pathetic hundred-and-fifty bucks from them and drug them over behind a dumpster. Crossing back over to my clone, I checked that the camera had gotten everything and stopped recording.

A fast trip across the rooftops had us more north into the Merchant area where I finally found some idiots dealing on a street corner. This time I didn't bother recording as I sauntered out of the alleyway with my soundtrack swelling. As the group of four turned to start the expected shit-talk, a herd of rogue genjutsu tumbleweeds came out of nowhere and knocked them all to the ground. They netted me five hundred, so all was good.

I swung over to the more Empire-dominated areas looking to complete my dance card, but pickings were slim, so I headed back towards home. Only three blocks from where I decided to end the night Alabaster and a bunch of bloodied but happy brownshirts crossed under me.

I don't think smiles were supposed to get that big, I had to pat my cheeks to make sure the top of my head didn't fall off.

I didn't bother with announcing myself or going through the whole 'cowboy' bullshit, I just launched a shitload of chidori senbon into everyone's back and let them all drop as I descended to the ground. Alabaster was, of course, up in four seconds. He didn't even bother with words, just pulled a knife and charged, snarling.

My Earth Flow Spears took him in the stomach and he screamed.

Snapping back to healed he took another step closer and my wind bullet collapsed his chest. I repeated with a number of other jutsu, hopping over his head and widening the distance between us when he got close. His resetting caused any genjutsu I used on him directly to fail after a couple of seconds, but wide-area illusions seemed to recapture him immediately after a reset.

Testing done, I hid like a mole, slipped under whiteboy and yanked him into the ground. Popping out I waited a couple of resets as he cursed at me, but resetting his personal state didn't suddenly remove his ass from the asphalt, so all was well. I took a couple of selfies, looted the bodies, and opened up one of the nazis' phones to call the PRT.

"PRT hotline, may I get your address?"

"Well now, I'm over yonder at Billins' Avenue and Twenny-seventh. Jest wanted to let you folks know that notorious bounty hunter Void Cowboy's bagged hisself a passel 'a varmints including that there albino boy Alley-bastard."

Silence for a beat. "I apologize, could you repeat that please?"

Waving to the disembodied head screaming imprecations I laughed and dropped the accent. "Independent cape Void Cowboy, I have Alabaster and six Empire thugs trapped at Billings and 27th street. Nothing personal, but I'm not sticking around in Empire territory. Peace."

I walked over and squatted in front of Alabaster. "Hey, you were a good sport, thanks dude. One question, since you reset every couple of seconds, can you actually c.u.m, or is the all-white everything because your jizz is all backed up?"

Chapter 3

I was sore again when I woke up. This time I stopped and actually looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and realized I wasn't chubby anymore. I mean, I wasn't buff by any stretch, but the extra jiggle I had carried around was gone. I'm pretty sure I had an extra inch of d.i.c.k visible instead of hiding under a fat pelvis, which was always a bonus. That made two since yesterday!

…extra inches, not total.

Using less scented soaps and deodorant was nice, I no longer felt like I was wandering around in a cloud of my own stink. Without that to deal with, I played with enhancing my senses a bit, but quickly realized that the rest of the house smelled, frankly, like mildew and sadness, so that got shelved until later.

Checking PHO, it appeared that everyone assumed that GG had posted that 'sighting' of me as a late April Fool's joke. I did have a couple new messages of note, though.

In the shared private message, both girls had shared disparaging thoughts about about my comments.

In the private private messages each had sent separately…

Glory_Girl: Like, the ass thing is weird, but does that mean you like… like doing the rest too?

Glory_Girl: …I'm just curious of course.

Panacea: If I ever hear you mention this conversation to anyone I will never heal you, even at a Endbringer attack.

Panacea: …so you want to eat my ass, you worm? You disgust me, but I recognize your obeisance. Tell me how you'd serve me.

Y'know, if I got dropped into p.o.r.no-Brockton Bay I'm down with it.

I responded to Panacea first:

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Just a warning, but I have serious control issues IRL, so talk is cool, but I'd be screaming safe words if I was ever tied up for real. That said:

XxVoid_CowboyxX: I want you to sit on my face, mistress. Please use my worthless mouth however you wish. My tongue exists only to lick at your heavenly folds, please crush my head between your beautiful, soft thighs.

Glory Girl I went a different way with.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Look, don't you have a boyfriend? I'm pretty much on the borderline with how much I'm comfortable saying to someone in a relationship.

I wasn't about to sit and jerk my c.o.c.k to private messages that may not go anywhere, so I got dressed and headed out to fix an issue I realized this morning.

On a rooftop I posed for a verification picture, index and middle finger up in a 'V', other hand curved in a 'C', with today's paper and a note stating 'I'm real, bitches! Love, XxVoid_CowboyxX' held with my right and pinky fingers. After my clone took a couple of shots I checked them over and sent Tin_mommy a message.

To Dragon's credit, she waited a couple of minutes to respond like she wasn't constantly online, letting me know that I would now have a (Verified Cape) tag and offering the comment of 'I know we have had our differences, but triggering has been known to be a difficult thing. If you need to speak with someone I am here.'

The Void Cowboy Way(tm) would probably be to flirt with her. The 'original me' version would probably offer a platitude back and continue on stoically. Instead I kinda split the difference.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Thank you. Triggering may have actually calmed me down slightly. It's not the way I would have preferred, but, well. Try 'Waiting for Godot', line 540ish. You'll know the one.

I posted my verification picture as a response to GG's post from the other day and refreshed a couple of times as the thread f.u.c.k.i.n.g exploded. I went into invisible mode and checked my private messages, skimming all of the non-Dallon ones and dismissing them for the moment.

Glory_Girl: There are enough threads about me, you should know that Dean and I have broken up.

Glory_Girl: And you didn't answer the question.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: GG, let me answer your question with one of my own. With how LoLRanDum I was, do you really think girls would stick around if my tongue and/or d.i.c.k game wasn't totally f.u.c.k.i.n.g *on point*?

Panacea: Your words are sweet, but that's the only decent thing about you. Keep your pathetic c.o.c.k in your pants and don't touch it, but tell me more about this silver tongue of yours.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: My tongue exists only to lap up your sweet nectar, mistress. It is long and thick, eager to sup upon the heavens at your apex.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Img_tongue.jpg

In the shadow of the HVAC units I dispelled the henge that made my tongue almost eight inches long. Curious, I hanged into a female-me and went probing a bit. My changes seemed to be…mostly superficial? Like the b.r.e.a.s.ts felt like b.r.e.a.s.ts, and I could likewise feel myself stroking my n.i.p.p.l.es and them getting hard, and the extra room in my boxers informed me that my outie had been exchanged for an innie, but I was pretty sure I didn't suddenly grow ovaries. Still, an interesting realization I felt as I flicked a finger over my clit and shivered at the feeling. That was interesting, and completely different from touching my d.i.c.k. How did I know the difference?

Still, my first attempt at sapphic self-pleasure wasn't gonna happen on a random beachfront rooftop. Speaking of the smell of Sappho, however, I found Parian just starting a puppet show. Not wanting to interrupt, I switched back to just Greg and went hunting the thrift stores for some replacement jeans. My recent change of weight made my pants look like I was Harry Potter holding up Dudley's cast-offs.

Glory_Girl: I don't want to talk about this on PHO. Do you have a cape phone?

About three-quarters of an hour later I had a bag of new pants and went roofside to hand them over to my earth clone. Parian was finishing in the third act of her story, so I switched back to being Void Cowboy and sauntered down the Boardwalk, spurs jingling softly.

The rogue cape tensed and the plush animals stutter-stepped for a moment before I fished out a bit of cash and tossed it in the donation bin she had and pull up a piece of wall. Soon enough the dragon is defeated (not slain, there are little kids around), the princess is saved, and all the kids clap and cheer. People either start leaving or mill around like they think I'm about to throw down with the doll-like cape.

Parian herself looks like she's expecting me to do something stupid—which, I will grant, if she's knowledgeable about my posting I should expect. I'm reconsidering my approach when a pair of twins come up and the boy tugs at my poncho.

Kneeling down, I swirl some stars in the void of my mask to show a smile. "C'n I help ya, little feller?"

Both kids giggle, but the girl steps forward and pokes at my mask, "Are you going to tell stories too?"

I don't hold back the chuckle. "Naw, l'il missy, none'a the stories I know about the Old West are tales that your innicent ears should hear. Just listen to Miss Parian's stories, she spins a good yarn."

With solemn nods, the two kids ran back to their parents and the little doll-like cape finally approached me.

"Did you wish to speak with me?" Her voice was light and thin, like she was pushing it up a bit too high.

"Yes'm. If yer able to move to a rooftop or somewheres people can't listen in, I'd prefer it."

Her porcelain face regarded me silently for a few moments before the dragon shifted and turned into a makeshift ramp. "Precede me, please."

With a dip of my hat, I skipped lightly up the back of the cloth beast, my weight not disturbing it in the slightest. When I reached the roof I kept walking until she had sufficient breathing room, turning back and keeping my hands visible.

Parian stepped onto the roof awkwardly—it was clear she'd never considered doing that before. She brushed at her sleeves before looking back at me. "What did you wish to speak about?"

"Do you mind if I drop the 'howdy, parder' accent?" I asked, then continued at her wave. "Great, thanks. Anyhow, I wanted to ask if you do custom fabric, weaving, or anything like that."

That got a tilt of the mask, "Perhaps. What were you thinking of?"

I gestured at my costume. "Most of my costume is actually temporary, but underneath it I have actual clothes. I'd like a replica of the mask I'm currently sporting, with the bottom removable so I can drink, a dark-colored bodystocking, and, if you're capable of it, either a leather or nylon bullwhip, about ten feet long."

The rogue looked startled. "I have done one or two pieces of clothing before, but never for another cape. And why a whip?���

"A less-lethal option that fits the theme. I don't want to carry a lasso around, but a whip would work."

Parian held a finger up to her masked lips and tapped it. "I will consider this. Do you have a way to contact you?"

"Sure. PHO is an option, but I have a phone for cape-related stuff, let me give you the number."

GG: Are you macking on Parian in front of children?

No, I'm trying to commission work. Guttermind. :VC​

A couple of moments later the still-waiting crowd watched the two of us calmly walk down the back of the dragon next to each other. If they could feel how tense the woman's body was next to mine the calm would have been revealed as completely fake—apparently she didn't do heights. To her credit, though, Parian didn't seem outwardly bothered as we walked a few steps on the ground together and I took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I thank yew for your time, Miss Parian. Please have a pleasant day." Turning to the watching (and videotaping) onlookers I waved, "I apologize for taking time away from your day, y'all have a good one now, y'hear?"

A shunshin later and I was back on a rooftop and moving away.

Panacea: …you have two decent things about you. Tell me how you would serve your mistress fully.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: If mistress would allow, I would bathe your luscious body in perfumed waters before carrying you to a silken bed.

Panacea: Continue.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: After laying you down I would kneel at your feet and kiss my way up your legs, starting at the ankle.

Panacea: and?

I spent the next couple of hours doing actual scientific practice on the amount of 'chakra' I could use and whether it was increasing or not. I started with the earth wall jutsu and a tape measure. Like a d.i.c.k, always be sure to measure along the top, bee-tee-dubs. That's the official way. Then I used it a half-dozen more times and measured it again—the result was six more inches.

Nice!

Just to make sure this wasn't an increased efficiency thing, I then proceeded to use my most draining jutsu, the water clone. After almost passing the f.u.c.k out and waiting to recover fully I dispelled it into a basin, s.e.xted with Panacea some more, and resummoned it. Ten cast-and-recover attempts later and I built another wall. This time I got increases to length, height, and girth. Perfect. Also, I wasn't having quite as bad of a time when summoning a water clone. It definitely wasn't anywhere near combat-feasible in the near future, but I could see it coming at some point.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: I trail my tongue up your thighs and brush soft kisses to each side of your lower lips.

XxVoid_CowboyxX: Finally I lick slowly, devouring you as my tongue slips inside you…

Panacea: mre pls

XxVoid_CowboyxX: I trail my tongue up and flick over your clit, sucking it, dipping back down to plunge my tongue inside you again, over and over…

XxVoid_CowboyxX: …until you c.u.m for me, covering my face in your honey. I won't stop until my mistress tells me to. My only desire is to suck on your clit and worship your p.u.s.s.y.

Panacea: fck Im gooood tal layr

After verifying that my space whale jizz container was getting bigger I practiced a few other jutsu, concentrating on things that could bowl people over (Gale Palm, Great Breakthrough), or trap them (the Starch Syrup series of jutsu).

GG: So I'd like to meet and…

GG: talk

GG: …about things