Telepathy: A MANTIS Origin Story Part One

They called it the bloom. 2015. One sip of Elixor and half the globe started fucking other women. AWAL hit back with a shot that was supposed to straighten everything out. Congress passed the Normalcy Act overnight: any straight woman caught talking to a lesbian got arrested. Meanwhile a rogue outfit named MANTIS was already planning the counter-strike—drag Halle, the original Patient Zero, out of AWAL’s hands, reload her with that tea, and let the whole damn world catch fire again. Their plan was a movie. Mia Malkova would play Halle; Samantha Rone the foster-sister caught in the same nightmare. On the set—really just a rented loft—Halle was telling Cassidy Klein what happened in that retreat: rows of cots, needles in the dark, her mother moaning between another woman’s thighs. Halle’s voice cracked, memory flooding back black and sour. Samantha grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, slipped one drop of serum into it while the ice cracked. When the meeting ended, Halle shoved the untouched glass at Mia on her way out. Mia knocked it back without thinking. Hours later the serum hit like a freight train. Mia’s brain lit up with wet, pink flashes—open cunts, nipples stiff in lamplight, her own fingers sliding in and out in fast rhythm. She stood up too quick, room tilting, managed to walk the line onto set. Mid-scene she heard it: Samantha’s thoughts, naked and blunt, kissing me, lick me, make me come. Mia froze, lights hot on her face. Production died on the spot. Changing room. Mia pressed her forehead to the mirror, thighs slick. The voices were louder now. Samantha walked in, said sorry, but her thoughts screamed touch me, fuck me, don’t stop. Mia grabbed her. Their mouths smashed together, clothes torn off. Samantha’s tongue dragged across Mia’s nipple, then lower, sucking clit while two fingers pumped inside. They fucked like they’d been starving—fast handwork, tribbing until the table rocked, sweat-slick skin sliding. They swore it was a one-time secret. Then Mia caught the truth straight from Samantha’s skull: she’d dosed Mia on purpose, Halle was never meant to drink it. Samantha bolted. Mia sat naked on the floor, breathing hard, wondering who the hell just blew her life apart.