The door shut behind her and she reached back, turning the lock and the deadbolt both closed with heavy clicks. Scarlet Sting leaned back against it, clutching a white slim box that looked as though it held more than it was intended to her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the door, her green, wavy hair out of the usual braid, free and wild. A smile flitted over her lips; just like him.
The smile dimmed. Oh, God, what had she done? What had he done? What would she do now? The things he'd said when they left the bank vault...
She shook her head and sighed, leaning up off the door, the chitinous covering of her tail making a soft scratching sound as it moved against the painted wood. It couldn't be. And he probably hadn't really meant it. She was a "villain," and he was a hero, wasn't he? It could never work. Even if she wanted it, he'd change his mind, she was sure.
The house was quiet as she walked into the kitchen and deposited the box on the counter before moving to sink into a simple chair at the kitchen table. The beach house was furnished but with basic furniture; in their line of work you never knew when you might have to move suddenly. Unless you were very proud, secure, or just hedonistic you got things that were more serviceable than nice.
The quiet was a blessing. Her housemates must either be asleep still or maybe out on a job, if she was lucky. She sighed and wrapped her tail about herself, a familiar comforting gesture. She had felt so good and so happy but now she was just confused. Scarlet looked at the bulbous end of her tail and a small smile graced her lips. She reached out and ran a gloved hand over it, shivering at the pleasant sensation that ran through her. Funny, before last night with Prowl, she never would have looked to her tail as anything but a weapon and a burden.
A buzzing sound came from the stairs and she jerked her hand away as if it might be burned. Shit! They were home! "Hey, you're back!" There was a giggle from a sweet voice that then sing-songed, "And just before the sun, you bad girl!" Killer Bee flew down the stairs rather than walk and zipped over to hover beside the table, "I'll make coffee, I want to hear all about it!"
She was a year older than Scarlet at twenty, but often seemed to be the youngest of their little circle of friends. Killer Bee, or Honey as she preferred to be called, was only five feet tall and had a face that was cuter than it was pretty, with black eyes that were large and expressive. Her hair was a tidy pixie cut of yellow, not blond, that curved inward around her face; the cuteness was thrown off a bit by the pair of half inch thick black antennae that emerged from a few inches above her hairline. They twitched and moved all the time, feeding her information and reflecting her mood. She had a very unusual and almost alien figure but it was appealing; modest, perky breasts currently contained in a pale yellow tank top, a waist that was ridiculously small, and large, rounded hips with an even larger, plump ass. Her rear was dangerous to more than just those who liked big butts; a retractable three foot stinger could emerge from just above her posterior. Her legs were shapely and religiously shaved daily, as was the rest of her lower body; otherwise a fine, soft yellow and black striped fur covered her from the tips of her toes up to her navel. Her three foot bee wings were going madly to keep her aloft, the buzzing from them a droning rumble this close. Besides the tank top, she wore a pair of yellow and black panties that were stretched over her backside. The scent of warm honey drifted from her underwear.
"That's okay, Honey, really," Scarlet shook her head, "I'm just going to-"
"Sit down and tell us all about your date? And the night after," interrupted the voice of her other housemate. She was leaning against the door to the basement, which she used as her own private "apartment" and smiling. Weaver, Susan out of costume, was pretty with elegant and noble features, high cheek bones, and icy blue eyes. She was taller than the other girls at 5' 10" in height and was also the oldest of the trio at twenty-four. Her hair was a long, silky blond the color of honey and fell down to the small of her back. She had a graceful, willowy figure with a small bust and ass that were both pert and temptingly shaped, with long supple limbs. On the outside of either of her butt cheeks was a small node with a spine, a spinneret, emerging from holes cut out of her sleeping pants. She wore a lacy chemise in lavender that skimmed over her gracile frame. From her back emerged a quartet of three jointed, ten foot long, purple and red chitin clad spider legs as thick as a man's wrist, each ending in a sharp point; currently they were folded back and out of the way but as she came into the room they reached out, one tapping on the coffee pot and another two pulling out chairs for herself and Honey, the fourth pushing the box Scarlet had set on the counter over so she could pick it up. "And share your chocolates with your friends, right?"
"Well, uh, see-"
"Yeah, chocolate in the morning is the best way to start!" Honey snatched the box from Susan's hands and pulled the lid off, then blinked, "Huh?" Instead of candy, the box was full of cash; bills of all denominations. "Ohhh, this is what's left from the bank job you pulled."
"Heh, uh, yeah, so I'll just take it and deposit it in the mutual account, and-"
"It's all...crusty." Honey lifted a stiff bill that stood upright in her fingers and shook it, the currency making a wobbling sound. "And it smells like...like..." Susan took up a bill and sniffed as Scarlet blushed a deep red. "Oh! Oh, wow! Last night went really well, didn't it?"
"Yeah, but also kind of no." Scarlet shook her head, "It got...complicated. And this morning..."
"Well, we're here, Rachel," Susan said, laying a hand on her friend's shoulder. She always preferred using their real names rather than code names. Except with Killer Bee, who was always Honey to her friends. "Why don't you talk to us about it?" Honey nodded enthusiastically.
Scarlet bit her lower lip and then nodded, "All right. So...I never made it to my date. While I was on the bank job, Prowl showed up and we kind of got locked in the vault together." She went on and told them the whole story of how she and her enemy became accidental Valentines and spent the night in passion, embracing and enjoying each other in a pile of money, how he was kind and tender, touching parts of her no one had ever dared to before, seeing her fully beautiful, how they started off fucking but ended making love, and then in the morning how they'd been found by the hero Rampart and parted with her taking the money that was most covered with their cum and could be traced and fleeing after Prowl asked if he could see her again.
"So now...I don't know. It was wonderful, but...I mean, he was clearly just being nice. And there's no way it could ever work, so him saying that, I bet he was just trying to trap me or get lucky again or something." Scarlet turned her coffee cup in her hands. A small breakfast of toast and poached eggs was in front of the three women, prepared by Susan while they listened to Scarlet's story. "I should've stung him on the way out, the jerk. So I told him that it didn't change anything and I ran for it." She paused and her voice was a bitter, "He didn't come after me, so, he didn't mean it."
