Welcome to a story that got nuked from Spacebattles. All that says to me is, "Needs more Slaanesh".

Worm/40k: Taylor Hebert IS Sane and Reasonable Slaanesh.

The multiverse is big. Incredibly, infinitely, impossibly big. So large, in fact, that million to one chances have a habit of cropping up nine times out of ten. It makes no sense whatsoever, yet there it is. The odds that a particular Shard of a particular Crystal Space Whale would land in this particular brain in this particular place and then go on to destroy its progenitor? Infinitesimally minuscule.

There were other odds, though. Like the chance that there would be a Warp Storm in just the right place during the birth of a fledgeling god, still little 'g' for now, spawned by the incredible excesses of a powerfully psychic spacefaring could fling the spirit of said fledgeling god at a certain angle. One a few degrees to the north-widdershins of next Tuesday.

Like the chance that it would arrive in another place, untouched by the Warp but rich in potential, just as a particular Shard was awakening. That it might then feel the delicious, delightful, intoxicating suffering of that individual like a beacon of blood bursting in the ocean might be felt by a shark. Which would then, like lightning, snap to the source. Because, at that one, exact moment, that precise instant, this individual was in more agony than anyone else in the world.

Like a moth to the flame.

She cried out as they pushed her in. Nobody helped her. The sensations made her skin crawl as she struggled impotently. There were bugs everywhere. Crawling on her, under her clothes, over her face, in her hair, wiggling their way through the mess and filth that was caked on her.

A mass of crusted and dried blood, of almost fresh blood, of rotting blood, of decay and mess and disgust that surrounded her. Her body was painfully twisted in the too-small space that confined her. Something in her pant leg was biting her and it felt so-

-good-

-that she couldn't think straight. There was a tingle in her chest as her heart began to beat faster with ever surge of-

-pleasure-

-and it felt like she was suddenly being shocked by something. Her cries for help grew more frantic as unfamiliar feelings began to overwhelm her but those who'd pretended it hadn't been happening even as it happened weren't likely to help now. There was a sharp bite of-

-ecstasy-

-as she cut herself on something. Her mind rebelled.

darkness

infinite space

broiling chaos

colours beyond comprehension

suffering beyond measure

release beyond compare

endless war

darkness

Destinati-

MINE

this is my pleasure

this is your pain

soon you shall learn

they are one and the same

this is my blessing

this is your curse

indulge or restrain

it will only get worse

this is my message

this is your choice

surrender to me

and speak with my voice

suffer in silence

or wallow in sin

accept me at once

and we shall begin

The students of Winslow, including the inordinately amused trio, turned to the locker when they heard a girl scream. One that wasn't Taylor Hebert. Insects were surging out of the gaps in the sides and the little grills, fleeing rapidly from the contents. A cold wind started to blow moments later. It was flowing out of the locker.

A sickly sweet scent was carried along with it. It was intoxicating and revolting at the same time, almost like rotting fruit yet so much more intense. Over the next minute it grew in intensity as the bugs continued to flee until, quite suddenly, it stopped. Everyone had been frozen in place by an intense sensation of foreboding. Someone made a motion to step over to the locker when the door buckled.

Fortunately for them, they had the good sense to step out of the way in time. The door exploded away from the door a moment later with enough force that it was embedded in the opposite wall. What stepped out of it could have once been Taylor. It had come from where she had been, certainly, and was coated in a disgusting mess of indescribable slime.

However, there were a few issues. For one thing, Taylor probably wouldn't have had that expression of rapturous ecstasy. Nor was she nearly so... curvy. So much so, in fact, that despite her grimy and putrescent state many of the boys, and a decent proportion of the girls, observing her found themselves suddenly a little more uncomfortable in the pants region.

Also, Taylor probably wouldn't have had a corona of black and pink fire that faded to purple in-between outlining her. Nor would her clothes be torn so... suggestively. In fact, Taylor didn't look like a grown woman. This person did. The girl breathed deeply, causing one particularly skinny young man to faint on the spot and several more constriction-related issues all around her. Then she turned her head.

She was staring at Emma.

Taylor knew a lot about parahumans. Never had she imagined she'd be one. Or that it would feel like this. Every sensation was felt as if she'd never felt it before. The pain of the cuts and lacerations on her body caused electric shivers down her spine every time she adjusted her stance while the dank coating of filth slowly dripping and falling from her was just... delightful.

No sensation was bad. Every touch was infinite ecstasy. Power flooded her body and that was the most delightful feeling of them all. It was like being drunk. Or so she imagined. The very first thing she did was walk up to a senior girl in her size-Anna-and reach out to her. She was so scared... like a little rabbit facing down a hungry wolf. Silly little rabbit. There would be no biting here. Unless she wanted to be bitten?

Maybe later, supplied the knowledge that flowed into her with a touch. No sooner than the third date. Psh. "Take your pants off and give them to me." The voice was impossible to resist. It was musical and delightful and so pleasing to the ears. Before she even realized what she was doing Anna was standing there in her underwear and the girl who might be Taylor had taken her own off in favour of the clean pair.

Another student, this time a boy. "Your shirt. It's mine." Silently, staring, he handed it over. She changed immediately. Now she had clean clothes. There was something else, though. Oh, right. The mess. It felt good on her skin, but she did suppose that she should clean it up. For some reason.

The black fire surged forth and burned away all remaining impurities. It also applied adjustments. The pants tightened and reshaped to hug her form. Her shirt had been a man's and now it wasn't. It occurred to her that she could have done that instead being gifted these clothes. Oh well.

"What the fuck, Hebert!"

Aha? Someone had broken the spell. Not that it had been a spell. Or had it? Now that she thought about it for a moment, well, it might be. There was certainly enough power crackling through her right now. She turned, in a casual fashion, to look at the speaker. Sophia Hess. Unimportant. Ignore.

Emma, though. Walk over to her, loom over her, lean in and smirk at her. "Hello, Emmy. What do you think? Do I look good, or do I look good? Oh, the word you're looking for is 'yes'." The girl, instead, swallowed hard and started up at her former friend's face. It was recognizably her. All of it. Just... grown out, and up, and smoothed, and perfected. She'd kept the glasses.

They looked hot on her. Obviously.

Let's see, let's see. The powers she was reaching for were used to a slightly different connection. They were looking for something that wasn't there, expecting an abstract and finding something concrete. However, the energy also found something else in her head and touched it. The other power exploded into life. For a moment, Taylor was aware of all the insects in a massive radius around her.

But she didn't care about bugs. Her eyes burned with dark fire as the power surged inside her brain. Rewrite that. No need to keep the control aspect. The sensory input though, oh yes, that would just be rapturous. With the understanding gleaned from gutting and reshaping the excess passenger her power knew what to do now. She scanned Emma's mind. Her memories. Tut-tut, old friend, naughty naughty.

"T-taylor? I-is that-" The angrier one reached for her and she didn't even bother to break eye contact. Seeing herself from the eyes of others was quite, quite nice on so many levels. Feeling their responses, their reactions, the input from their apparently inferior senses was still delicious. All Taylor had to to was reach to the side and push.

Not with her arms, of course. With her mind. Sophia slammed into the wall. That was probably too much. She slipped her arms underneath Emma's and curled them back up to rest on either side of her face. The little mouse looked so scared. Felt so scared. It was delicious. Intoxicating.

"There there, pet, I forgive you. I see it all. Naughty little pet. You ought to have come to me. I would have helped you. Always. No need to listen to the little baby vulture when it screeches for attention." Emma was terrified. Of her. Part of Taylor was telling her that she should be upset about that. The rest of it was just basking in it.

Ooh? New people, entering the edge of her range. Different people. Interesting ones. Heroes. "Ah, it seems I have to go and turn myself in for a little bit, Emmy. I'll be back for you later, I promise." Although in what sense, exactly, she had yet to decide. A kiss on the forehead to say goodbye and she walked towards the wall. Going around would be a hassle. Besides, using her powers felt so, so good.

The wall broke apart and crumbled before her in a surge of will and dark flames. Physics had bent and twisted under her watchful gaze and it had torn its own molecular bonds apart from the inside. Walking calmly through the classroom, ignoring the stares of those inside and the rising screams of terror from behind her, Taylor reached the window.

It was open. She didn't care. It went as well, becoming a hole that allowed her to step out into open air. It was a decent drop down. She landed perfectly. The heroes were freaking out a bit, so she lifted her hands with a faint smirk. So much... sensation. Delicious.

They'd gotten the notice from Shadow Stalker. New cape, literally just triggered, and maybe in danger of going psycho on everyone. As Sophia had put it. The Protectorate members responding had not, however, expected her to walk out of a second floor window after disintegrating it and then trot over to them with her hands up.

Nor had they quite expected her to start hyperventilating and pass out.

For her part, Taylor Hebert hadn't expected to ever wake up handcuffed to a hospital bed with a massive hangover. Especially not before her twenty-first birthday. And absolutely nobody in the hospital had expected her shriek of total humiliation as she remembered everything she'd done.

The young, hungry spirit of Slaanesh that was currently finishing its digestion of the former 'Queen' Administrator Shard was still amused by it all, though.