Animorphs Marco/Rachel Why not? Because I said so
"C'mon, Rachel, please?"
Rachel sighed with disgust. "Ugh, no, Marco! Drop it."
"Why not?"
"Because I said so?"
"Who are you, my dad?"
"How about it's gross, borderline immoral, and definitely creepy?"
"I'm 16, still a virgin, and have a very real chance of dying on any given day. Please don't make me die without seeing real live breasts."
"Go talk to Cassie, she loves a good charity case."
"Jake would kill me."
"That's beginning to sound like a good idea."
"Besides, yours are better."
"You've been comparing us?! And you don't think Jake would kill you for that?"
"With the outfits you two wear it's kind of hard not to!"

Rachel crossed her arms, well aware she was only emphasizing her breasts at this point. "So really I should be flattered that you're asking to be able to morph me and star in your own porno?"

"If it were going to be my porno, you would be in it with me."

Rachel glanced out her window - the tree branches were bare of both leaves and hawk-eyed peeping toms, but she reached over to close the curtain just in case.

"I don't care what you say, Marco," she slowly began to unbutton her shirt. "I don't trust you not to be creepy about this." The shirt began to slide open, revealing ample cleavage and the top of a skimpy leotard. "I do, however, trust that you'll keep your mouth shut." Buttons undone, Rachel slid the shirt off of her arms then hooked her fingers under one of the leotard's straps. "Deal?"

Marco's mouth felt dry and his dick was way harder than it had been before. Jake was going to kill him. Tobias was going to kill him. But he was going to die a happy man.