We Are Queen[Worm]

We Are Queen

All Characters are 18 or over.


We waited on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, one of the many that dotted our city. The gravel crunched between the heels of our feet. Shadow Stalker was late. Her being late wasn’t unusual, in the few short weeks we’ve known her. With our telekinesis, we’ve gazed underneath her mask and realized that she was Sophia. Her failing was caused by her imperfect connection to her shard. Soon that would be fixed, Offload and Sophia would have a better understanding of each other. An understanding almost as well as we Taylor and Administrator did now.

We spread out crystalline wings into the air, letting the early winter air of Brockton Bay glide past. The wings were merely decorative. Hexagon crystals floating in a structure like a beetle’s wings. Beetle horns lined our skull, like a crown. Jet black chitin coated our body, while Taylor’s old form lain beneath. Four tendrils like spider-legs with too many joints poked out of our back. A feminine body, from Taylor’s desires, mixed with Administrator’s functions, scaled down to human size.

A faded shadow jumped across the nearby building and onto the roof we were standing on. Gravel and rocks tumbled along with the building as Shadow Stalker arrived. “Sorry Taya, folks were being a pain. I snuck out as soon as I could,” said the young vigilante, dressed in her home-made costume. It wasn’t much to look at, a painted black goalie mask, along with spray painted black skateboard protective gear. In our current form, we were two heads taller than her.

“We understand. We’ve been experimenting with our powers, and have a new function we would like to use.” We turned on Fuck-Doll mode, as the armored parts of our body receded, shaping into the smooth curves of a young woman, instead those of an armored shell. Large bountiful breasts larger than our head. Our hips were as wide as our shoulders. The mandible-like shield over our face receded, revealing a sexualized version of Taylor’s lower face. Our body was now clad in soft inviting cyan hue, instead of the hardest angular black of our combat form.

“Other than making you sexier, does this do anything?” said Shadow Stalker. The curiously in her voice palatable.


“Being sexier was the point of this form. Is our vestige not pleasing?” We said to her, attempting to strike a pose she would find attractive. Even in this more compact form, we still were taller than Shadow Stalker by a full head.

“Yeah, you’re hot. Are you coming on to me?”

“Yes.” we said as we swayed towards the girl. The thousands of pieces of gravel levitated into the air and began circling. Shadow Stalker loved displays of power, and we didn’t need more telekinesis wrapping around her body like a blanket to know the pulse of her heart racing, the moisture between her legs building. We didn’t need to see the stream of data being sent between her shard and her mind to know her thoughts. We placed a finger on the chin of Sophia’s mask. She seemed so small like this.

“Just kiss me already,” said Shadow Stalker, as she pulled her mask off, letting us lean over and taste her lips. The sensation of her taste, doubled as it was transmitted to both our body and the lips of our Taylor core than laid deep within us. The moment was building ever since we were running scared after the accident with our symbiote. The sensations and personality were too strong, and nearly consumed Taylor, before the connection between us, as Administrator, and Taylor broke the threshold, as we merged using the symbiote as a scaffolding to bridge our two minds.

Shadow Stalker was the one who found us, when we were but a lost and confused being, unsure of how to access our powers, and if we could separate the suit from our body. It was the start of an unsteady friendship.

The tingles of her breath felt wonderful, as the lip lock continued. The taste and sensations of her body, it felt like time had stopped as if we could just melt into an endless moment. Her tongue fought back, as merged attempts at dominance, like a kitten clawing at her mother tiger. Sophia wasn’t the type to ever just give in, as she squeezed my butt as hard as she could, trying to gain the upper hand. The doubled sensation was wonderful, every pleasure felt twice, once as a normal human, then again as our merged self. She gained a moment to catch her breath as I let out a moaning gasp.

As Sophia’s and our passionate and bestial affections crashed into each other. We wrapped our power around Sophia, and slowly pulled down the rest of her costume. Her body was fit and toned, perfect for the award-winning track star. I ran my tendrils across the springy muscles of her legs, as her costume dropped onto the rooftop below.

Hovering above the ground, we sat as if on an invisible bed. My hands and telekinesis teasing her body all the while. “We could give you similar strength to our own. We still remember the steps that led to our fusion with the symbiote and could recreate them. You’d be more Shadow Stalker than Sophia then, and suffer a bit of confusion like we did as your minds settle, but we could guide you, as you did us. Do you want to be like us, to be with us?”

We could sense some hesitation in her voice. Did she want to give up her normal life, in exchange for power? In exchange for being with Taya? It didn’t take a genius to realize that Taya was Taylor, the day she went missing, Taya appeared. Even with her speaking in the plural they had similar speech patterns. It was still hard for Sophia to square the sexy and powerful Taya with the weak Taylor. Still, she knew what the answer was going to be before it left her mouth.

“I do.”