Myst in Worm (CYOA) part 2 (Patreon)

Despite the corruption, Myst was pleased to find that Coil had a metric ton of contacts that he could tap at a moment's notice for information and never really use up any of his leverage, thanks to the way his power worked and thanks to having multiple clones of said bastard. “Let's see if I can put this knowledge to work for me…”

“Sir,” one of the clones said politely, “why don’t you take a shower and get some fresh clothes while we take care of the details. We can have some food prepared while you get ready.”

“Nobody likes a kiss ass,” Myst said then frowned as he realized he really needed a shower and some decent food. "On the other hand, carry on."

The clone smiled, pleased that he was able to be of service to his progenitor.

A little over an hour later

He glanced at the car parked across the street and a couple of houses down where Coil's driver was waiting then walked up the sidewalk towards the well maintained house, more than a little uneasy about his questionable plan, as he subtly shifted his form growing slightly shorter and thinner with a face slightly reminiscent of Leonardo Decaprio 'Relax, Victor should be across town at a bar and she's unlikely to shoot you.' He shivered in the brisk winter air, glad there wasn’t any snow on the ground as he hadn’t gotten a symbiote yet and wouldn’t until John triggered, if he was even here.

"Why the hell did I have to take the flaw where I have to have sex with a bunch of villains?" he grumbled under his breath as he walked over and pushed the doorbell, knowing why he'd taken the flaw but annoyed that he was having to deal with the fallout. 'This is going to go completely sideways, I know it. If I hadn’t taken Blind Spot I could have used Coil’s power to make sure this would work.'

He smiled as the door opened after a few seconds and he saw an attractive slender, yet busty blonde haired teenager wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. He glanced at her black eyepatch. 'At least I have the right house.'

"Can I help you?" Othala asked warily as she looked at the dark haired teenager standing on the porch. She glanced around but he seemed to be alone, so she relaxed as he didn’t appear physically threatening.

"I'm a cape with healing powers, someone from school mentioned that you might be willing to donate to my college fund if I can fix your eye, are you interested?" Myst asked, trying for a decent mix of nervous and jaded.

"Where's your mask?" Othala asked suspiciously, tensing up once more.

Myst shrugged. "Why would I need a mask? I'm just a healer, I'll heal anyone that can pay."

Othala stared at the stranger, wondering if he'd been dropped on his head as a child. "Because most of the gangs would love to get their hands on a healer. How large of a donation are you looking for and how does your power work?"

"Maybe five hundred dollars?" he asked hesitantly. "I basically give people regeneration, it takes a few minutes to work, but it's super effective and isn't painful," Myst assured her.

"Regeneration... Can you prove it?" Othala asked, trying not to get her hopes up and surprised someone else had one of her powers.

"Not without touching your hand but then you wouldn't need to pay me." Myst frowned. "You're trying to avoid paying me, aren't you?" he asked in a hurt voice, glad for his poker face ability because he doubted he could have kept a straight face otherwise even if he was using Path to Poontang or Path to Fantasy Fulfillment, if you were using its official name. ‘Six points well spent.’

"Of course not, if you really can fix my eye, I'll happily give you five hundred dollars and maybe a tip," Othala offered as she looked over the athletic looking pale skinned teen. 'What Victor doesn't know, won't hurt him.' She stepped back and gestured for him to come inside.

Myst walked in and tried not to laugh as she closed the door. He glanced around the nicely decorated living room, wondering if they'd gotten Kayden to decorate or if they had subscribed to Better Homes & Garden. He held out his hand. "Okay, let's get your eye fixed."

"What do I do?" Othala asked eagerly.

"Just take my hand." Myst smiled at her when she grabbed his hand. He focused on the personalities he wanted her clones to have then activated his Twin Creation power and created four naked copies of Othala.

"What the hell?!" Othala said as she jumped backwards from the strange cape that had just copied her wishing she had a power that did more than just empower others right now.

"Relax, it's part of my power," Myst assured her. "They'll be able to give you regeneration which should fix your eye in a couple of minutes."

"Easy as pumpkin pie," one of the clones assured her as she reached out, tapped Othala on the nose and gave her regeneration. "You might feel a slight amount of discomfort or at least I imagine growing an eye back will feel strange."

Othala stared at her naked clones, wishing they’d had eyepatches, as she didn’t like looking at the empty sockets. "How long will they last?"

"About twenty minutes," Myst lied. He made a show of examining one of the naked girls and grinned. "Have you ever wanted to fuck your twin?" knowing that she had thanks to his fantasy power.

Othala licked her lips as she looked at them, trying to ignore the weird sensation in her eye socket. "Let me guess, you want to watch?" she teased as she glanced at Myst.

"Wouldn't you?" Myst asked with amusement, figuring he'd let the girls get her in the mood before offering to help her alleviate stress and knock off one of the ten villains he had to have sex with.

"Of course, my husband loves to watch me fuck my cousin," Othala said as she pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under it.

"You're married?" Myst asked, pretending to be surprised.

"We're in an open relationship," Othala assured him. "Besides, you're healing my eye, I think I can show a certain amount of... appreciation."

'It's probably just as well that John picked the world changes,' Myst mused as two of the clones cheerfully picked Othala up and carried her to the couch. "I’d certainly appreciate it," he said looking forward to knocking off one of the ten he needed to complete this mission, ‘as much as I’m beginning to appreciate how big a pervert John is.’

"The condoms are on the nightstand," Othala offered as she worked on getting her pants off, a task made slightly harder when two of the clones knelt down on the couch and started playing with her breasts.

"On it," one of the clones said cheerfully as she headed towards the hallway to 'find' the bedroom, seeing no point in letting Othala know that she already knew where they were. She quickly grabbed the box of condoms off the nightstand and headed back into the living room.

Myst wasn't sure if he was supposed to love or hate being 'forced' to sleep with ten villains, but considering the number of powers he’d grabbed he had really needed the points and this mission was a lot less distasteful than the one requiring him to sleep with three of the local heroes in the Protectorate, especially since only two of them were female. He watched her clones lick, nibble and pinch Othala in all of her favorite spots. ‘At least I have a hell of a lot of female villains to pick from in Brockton Bay.’

The clone that had retrieved the condoms grinned as she grabbed Myst's behind and stage whispered, "You should fuck her on the dining room table, her husband won't."

"Yes!" Othala exclaimed as she pushed the clone that was licking her pussy away so that she could run over to the table, looking forward to fulfilling one of her fantasies since her husband wouldn’t. ‘So what if we eat here, we can clean it up afterwards!’

Myst quickly dropped his clothes into his pocket world and grabbed one of the condoms, fairly sure the full version of Path to Poontang would be cheating. 'Screw it, I think I'll just settle for relief that I might actually be able to complete the mission, before the failure condition screws me over thanks to John’s perverted nature.'

0o0o0

"Two ships in a storm," Myst mused as he walked down the street, rather amused that he'd managed to drop the clones in his pocket dimension without Othala suspecting she had permanent copies running around. 'I should probably hit the library or Fugly Bob's to deal with the Challenger mission before I forget about it.'

"It shouldn't be more than seven or eight blocks either way." He frowned as part of his coat broke apart and fell to the ground. "What the fuck?" he grumbled as he pulled at his coat and another piece broke off. "So much for being able to conjure anything I want from my pocket dimension," he grumbled as he pulled his robes out of his pocket dimension and slipped them over his head. 'That's annoying, then again, if you could just conjure anything and everything you need, there wouldn't be a point in taking the personal replicator or the weapon crate.'

"Do I want to walk to Fugly's or fly?" Myst mused as he adjusted his robes and grabbed a theater mask from his pocket dimension. "Yeah, that's a stupid question." He put the simple white mask on then focused on his projection ability and flipped the mental switch, conjuring a busty six foot tall cat-girl with red hair, the only signs of her inhuman nature were her slitted pupils and blue and white furred tail and ears. "Can you fly?" he asked as he studied her dark red fur bikini.

"Yes," the girl replied calmly.

He focused on his Sharing power and gave his projection the ability to adapt before he could change his mind, hoping that her nature as a shapechanger would keep her from looking too alien. "That should boost your already impressive strength and durability." He sighed as he realized he wasn't going to get an answer, mostly because he hadn't technically asked a question. "Please float two feet above the ground and lay down flat."

The projection floated up two feet in the air then leaned forward and fell until she was horizontal and stopped, hovering in place.

Myst grinned as he swung a leg over her waist and mounted her like a motorcycle. “Hold your arms up like you're making a muscle so I have some handlebars,” he ordered her. He grabbed her wrists and made vroom vroom noises. “Forward!”

He grinned as his projection started flying forward, going about as fast as he could on a bike. 'Okay, I only had a muffin before I left as I didn’t want to trust the food in Coil’s base, I should have plenty of room for the Challenger, it's not like this is the first time I've eaten a stupidly large burger.'

His daydreaming was cut short after a couple of minutes of flying when he spotted a blonde girl in a skimpy white miniskirt with a boob window reminiscent of Power Girl’s, flying towards him. "Greetings glorious hero type person!" he called out cheerfully, wanting to avoid a fight with a cape that he was reasonably sure was Glory Girl, though she was dressed a bit more risque then he expected. ‘It’s probably John’s fault,’ he decided.

Victoria hovered in place as she studied the black robed teenager that was sitting on a catgirl that was pretending she was a hover bike. "Do you have cape names?"

"Myst and Tangles," Myst replied with a smile as they continued flying 'slowly' down the street towards town. "Hold up," he told his projection and lurched forward when his ride instantly stopped moving forward. 'Yeah, we're going to have to work on that.' 

"New to the Bay?" Victoria asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, I'm heading to Fugly Bob's to get lunch," he replied. “Would you like to join me? I’ll spring for lunch if I can pick your brain.”

"Of course," Victoria said cheerfully, looking forward to getting the scoop on the new capes. "Powers?"

"Projections," Myst answered after a couple of seconds of thought, figuring he could explain a decent amount of his powers with that category. "Let's go." He smiled as his projection started flying down the sidewalk at a somewhat lazy pace for a bike.

"Can't you go any faster?" Victoria asked as she floated along beside the new cape.

"Vroom," Tangles offered as she sped up, pushing her speed up to about twenty miles an hour. 

"Not exactly highway speeds but probably still enough to get a moderate mover rating," Victoria mused as they continued flying. "How strong are your projections?"

"Low tier brute," Myst offered, not actually sure where five times the strength of a strong man placed her on the PRT's charts. "You?" he asked, fairly sure he had a good handle on her abilities but wanting to make sure in case things didn't line up with the story.

"I'm an Alexandria package and I have an aura that lets me terrify villains," Victoria said cheerfully.

"I don't suppose you know where I can find some decent tinkertech armor I can wear under my robes?" Myst asked as they left the sidewalk and hit the beach.

"That depends on your budget," Victoria offered. "If you've got the money, I'd pick up a concealable vest, that's what Amy uses under her costume. If you don't, just grab a vest from Walmart, they're not that expensive and can save your life against random minions."

"I'll look into it," Myst said as they headed towards the metal building that overlooked the beach, fairly sure it would be packed during the summer considering it was still doing a decent amount of business in January. "We might as well walk the rest of the way."

Tangles stopped and waited for Myst to dismount before she stood up and stretched, her tail swaying back and forth as she sniffed the air.

Myst followed Victoria into the restaurant and stared at the half dressed waitresses walking around with their breasts 'hidden' by sheer tube tops with an F and B over their nipples, giving the girls a paper thin claim to being decent, at least until you looked at their miniskirts and realized that they'd be quite indecent if they leaned over or maybe even sneezed. 'I could get used to this.'

"Take a table, I'll be right with you," a brown haired waitress said as she gestured towards a table against the wall.

"Thanks," Victoria replied as they headed over and sat down at the table. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Everything? Or maybe just the basics?" Myst asked, not actually sure how things worked but fairly sure it had to be more complicated than just putting on a costume and wandering around looking for trouble.

"You should check the PHO boards. They have a sticky post for new capes, it covers everything from what to avoid telling the PRT to the best way to survive your first month as a hero."

"First month, that doesn't sound promising," Myst admitted, feeling a lot worse about skipping defensive gear because he planned to copy John’s symbiote.

Victoria reached out and patted his hand. "Don't worry about it, you're lucky, you can send your projections to deal with criminals, right?"

'Happy bisexual girls with minor exabitionist tendencies,' Myst thought as he focused on his Twin Power and copied Victoria as she touched him, creating four clones in his pocket dimension. "I don't have a mental link which means she's going to need more training before that's viable."

"I'll work on it," Tangles offered, her eyes turning to follow a red headed waitress.

Myst smiled as the brown haired waitress that told them to have a seat walked over. "Can I take the Challenger?"

"Do you have any heart conditions?" the waitress asked halfway seriously.

"Not that I know of," Myst replied with a grin.

The waitress nodded. "We'll refund your money if you manage to eat it in forty five minutes or less."

"Great, I want a large fry and coke as well, what do you want?" Myst asked, looking at Victoria and Tangles.

"Just a combo meal, Coke," Victoria said, fairly sure he wouldn't be able to eat the whole thing.

"Same?" Tangles asked, not quite sure what she wanted.

"Do you have a power that helps with eating?" the waitress asked.

"I only got my power a couple of hours ago, I'm still trying to figure everything out, but what I do know is that after healing, my stomach started growling loudly,” he replied.

"Just a few hours ago?” Vicky asked in disbelief. “You’re a second gen, right?”

“Not as far as I know,” Myst replied as the waitress walked off to put in the order.

“Shit,” Vicky said looking a little disturbed. “We should go visit my sister and have her check you out.”

“Food first,” Myst said seriously, “I am ravenous here.”

“I can understand that,” Vicky said. “I didn’t realize you’d just triggered. Most first gens take a couple of weeks to recover and get their heads on straight.”

“Well, fortunately for me my power seems to have covered that,” Myst replied. “I went from bleeding and broken with a serious case of ‘kill every motherfucker in the room’ to perfectly healthy and ‘my what a nice day to break my foot off in these assholes… assholes.” Myst frowned. “That sounded better in my head. Damn, no social thinking skills.”

“I’d take less mental damage over word-fu any day of the week,” Victoria said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Count your blessings.”

“Let’s see.. I can create clothes, though they don’t last longer than a few hours, I can create projections, like the lovely cat girl beside me,” Tangles gave a lazy wave, “I seem to heal faster… or that could have been a one time thing and I don’t think I want to hurt myself to test that… I think there's more… but I’m not sure,” Myst finished with a shrug. “Also, I’m sane.”

"In other words, you're a grab bag," Victoria said. 

“A large bag, but yes,” Myst agreed. “I think I came out ahead and I didn’t mutate or grow extra limbs. I’m feeling pretty good about the whole thing.”

Victoria smiled and released his hand. “Glad to hear it, but I’m still taking you to meet my sister so she can look you over. We’ll grab a large strawberry shake before we leave to bribe her with, my treat.”

"I'm not going to object," Myst said, slightly distracted as the version of him inside the pocket dimension was having the naked girls do jumping jacks to mess with him rather than studying. He’d complain but he knew he’d do the same thing, which in fact was what was happening.

“Good, Amy is the best and she’ll be able to tell you what changes you’ve gone through in seconds,” Victoria said confidently.

"Sounds better than not knowing," Myst said, figuring it would be nice to have a baseline. He drifted off for a couple of seconds watching Victoria's clones then turned his attention towards Fugly Bob, as it read on his nametag, as he walked over with a massive burger, that made him drool. "It's not a horse, but it will do," he said happily as Bob put the platter on the table.

"You have forty five minutes," Bob explained then hit the button on the timer sitting on the platter. "Don't let anyone eat any of it."

Myst flicked Victoria's fingers away from his fries. "I'll be eating those too."

Victoria giggled. "I bet you your fries you won’t finish them.” 

"Deal," Myst replied as he worked on cutting up the burger with the knife that had come with it.