The Valiant (Closed but PM if interested)

"You're improving." Doc Blue leaned back in a chair and put his hand on a white rook, moving the chess piece forward a few spaces. "Check."

"Doesn't feel like it," Silverbolt grunted. It was his best showing yet; but he was still felt so lost. He moved his king out of jeopardy. "Uh, Doc, I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything-"

"But you don't understand why I'm having you do this," the super mathematician finished. "It's fair. Though I'd think that the strategy and critical thinking skills are good enough."

"Uh, yeah." The silver skinned youth grimaced as the older man moved his knight in a seemingly inconsequential move. "I thought it was more about teaching me patience too." He studied the board but didn't move yet.

"Partly," Doc Blue admitted with a shrug. "I also just like playing but there's another reason too. As a speedster, you need to not just know how the physics of your powers work, but one other critical thing."

Silverbolt tilted his head and then blinked, seeing what the knight could do in it's current position if left unchecked. He reached for a piece and then paused, looking over the board again. He grinned, "Ha! You almost got me." He moved away, ignoring the knight for now, to position his bishop in place to counter the strike without leaving himself open. "What's the other thing?"

Doc Blue grinned and gestured at the chess board, "Environmental awareness. You have to see the whole board."

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Titan sat under a wide branched apple tree in the orchard dome. The smart phone and tablet he'd been given for his schooling were set out on the green grass beneath the tree; the tablet showing that his last assignment had been submitted.

He leaned back on the grass and looked up at the tree, his hands folded behind his head. There was a lot to think about. Not just the school work and learning he'd been assigned but all the rest of his training, Theta, his rivalry with her team, his conversation with Zenith...and so much more as well. His future. What would it be now? He'd never been sure what he wanted out of life and then things had changed so suddenly. So...what did he want now?

He felt a strange, phantom touch on his brow, as if gentle fingers were caressing his forehead and sifting through his hair. Theta was contacting him; he always felt that when she did, though he suspected she did that to let him know she was going to do so; a deliberate warning. She could enter his mind without giving herself away, he was sure.

"Correct," came her soft voice into his mind. He had a brief mental image of her kneeling behind him, his head on her lap instead of his hands and he smiled. "You've had a good day. Mine has been unsatisfactory." He didn't even have to think words, she could feel his curiosity and affectionate concern. "Shadow has been insufferable after the last prank, and overreached his boundaries concerning the changing areas of our team's female members. It has been corrected but I feel mildly distressed over the events."

Titan felt a momentary masculine impulse to go find Shadow and pound him. However, that wouldn't really help anything. "I'm sorry you had a bad day," he thought. Telepathy was still strange to him. "Maybe, um, we could meet up and have a good night to make up for it." He blushed as he thought it; knowing she was aware of the intent, feelings, and images that were in his head right now.

He could almost feel her leonine smile. "I had considered asking, but your offering...I like that. 10 o' clock, my room. Bring your belt."

"Hey, Boy Scout." He opened his eyes, not even realizing he'd closed them, to see Hotshot standing over him. She had an apple in hand with a bite out of it, her other hand on her hip. "What'cha all blushy about? Thinking dirty thoughts?"

"Something like that," he answered. He sat up, glancing up at the punk rock girl. "What brings you out here? I wouldn't think the orchard would be your kind of place."

"It isn't, but I don't mind grabbing a snack." She took another bite and chewed it, looking down at her feet for a few moments. Then she looked up at him, her eyes challenging, "I thought you might be here, okay?" She poked him in the shoulder with an accusing finger, "But don't go getting any ideas!"

He held up his hands, "I won't, honest. So...what did you want?" She was a curious girl and a lot of fun. She was tough, strong, but there was some vulnerability under it all too. "I'm not doing your homework, if that's what you had in mind."

She gave him a proud, haughty look, "Pff, if I wanted you to, I could get you to do it. But, nah." The pyrokinetic looked around and then leaned down a bit, "Look, I really want to get better, you know? So we can put those jerks on Zenith's team in their place. So I was going to go and practice and train up a little more, but you need a partner to go into any of the training domes and Pixie's busy, so..."

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"So, can you do it?"

The teleporter technician raised his brows and then shrugged, "Sure. You'd need to get the right numbers first, since mass and energy both have to be conserved, but once you had that squared away, it's a simple matter of shifting the assembly pattern."

Safari leaned back and nodded, crossing his arms over her chest. "And you'd need those models too, right?" The tech nodded. "All right, man. I'll be in touch."
 
Psyche walking into the small common room assigned to her team and stopped, blinking. "Hey, guys," she said, her eyes traveling with interest over Hotshot and Titan. "Have a good workout?" she hazarded.

Hotshot nodded, taking a big drink from the bottle of water at her side. "Uh-huh." She was sprawled on the loveseat, her legs spread almost indecently, one across the top of the small sofa, the other stretched out, foot on the floor. "I learned something today," she said, her voice a little hoarse. "Never, ever go into one of the training domes and let it select from the 'Advanced' scenarios."

Titan nodded, his eyes half closed. "That was the biggest error we made." He ran a hand through his hair, then let his head plunk back onto the back of the chair he was in. "I ache in places I never knew muscles were."

The pretty blonde nodded, keeping the laughter from her voice. "I can imagine." She perched on the coffee table. "I suppose that means neither of you would have the effort to, um," her cheeks turned a little red, and her voice dropped, "come with me for something?"

With effort, Titan lifted his head again, looking at her with interest. "What's up? I would have thought you'd ask Thunderbolt to go with you."

Hotshot nodded a little, though her eyes were also curious. "Yeah, I thought you two were BFF, or whatever."

Psyche shrugged a little. "'Bolt's all right, we're friends, but she's not . . ." her voice dropped low again, "she's not my best friend." Her eyes looked up at the two of them. "I'd like for you both to come with me to visit my best friend. If you want to."

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Hotshot was still tugging down the hem of her shirt when she stepped back into the hall after her shower. "All right," she said, pushing wet hair behind her shoulders. "Let's roll."

Psyche smiled at her. "It's okay, you didn't have to hurry." She and Titan had been waiting in the hall with the fiery girl showered and changed.

"You said," the brunette stated as they started down the hall, "that you want to go see your friend, and I'm not going to be the reason we're late."

Shrugging, the busty blonde shook her head. "He won't mind." She looked over her shoulder at the two of them. "Thank you for coming with me."

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They walked into the infirmary, and signed in at the desk. The woman behind it, a blue-skinned, multi-armed woman in a nurse's uniform smiled at Psyche as they walked past. The place was fairly sterile, but it managed to look like minimalist decorating rather than hospital starkness. Maybe it was the smell, the piped-in air from the gardens instead of recycled disinfectant and mediocre food; maybe it was the fact that so few of the beds were occupied.

At the end of the hallway was a room that actually had personality - the door was hung with posters for punk bands, and the sound of the more tame music of the same sort made its way out and down the hall. Psyche stopped at the doorway and knocked.

Inside, a familiar voice said, "Enter," and they walked in. Theta looked up from where she was sitting near the bed where a handsome young man was laying. "Ah, Psyche. It's good that you're here."

"Oh?" The blonde's face was lit with agonizing hope. "Is there any change?"

There was a bitter look on Theta's face as she shook her head. "No. But it is good you're here. I still believe that he'll come back to us, and it's good for him to know that we still care." She stood up, and glanced over at the other two. "You brought others. That is also good." Her lips curved in a small smile as she looked at Titan, and then she stepped aside, letting them pass. "I was done for today anyway. I will see you all at dinner."

As the redhaired girl left the room, Psyche turned the music off and took the seat that had just been vacated. "Guys, this is Barricade." She gestured to the prone man, who looked as though he were sleeping, save for the healing burn covering most of one arm. "He saved thirty lives last month."

Hotshot dropped into the chair on the other side of the bed, where she'd been exploring the music collection with interest. "What happened?" she asked, her voice subdued.

"There was a fight - the aliens in Micronesia, you remember?" Titan and Hotshot both nodded, and Psyche sighed. "Something happened, a bright, burning light, and . . . then death." She looked at Barricade, one hand reaching out to touch his where it lay above the sheet. "Barricade saved four teams and their mentors; he cou - can make force fields." She stopped talking for a second. "I wasn't there, I'm not, wasn't, strong enough to help." Her voice was bitter and sad, and she squeezed the still hand for a moment.

Titan's voice was hushed and hesitant, as though he weren't sure what to say. "I . . . that's . . . I'm sorry," he said, feeling lame that that was the best he could do. "I can't imagine losing your boyfriend that way."

Psyche's eyes flickered to the sizemorph and she smiled a little. "We weren't . . . we never wanted that, with each other. He was nice to me, the only friend I had for a long time after I got here." She turned her gaze back to the comatose young man. "He told me he'd come back and tell me all about it. So I come here at least once a week, waiting for him to keep his promise." Her voice broke a little as she said, "Barricade would never break a promise."
 
Shadow sat at dinner, his arms crossed over his chest and his fingers drumming on one arm. His eyes were fixed on the grinning figure of Safari as he chatted with Finistra on the other side of the cafeteria. "God damn hillbilly," he muttered.

One of his new teammates, the white haired girl who'd gotten into it with Hotshot two weeks ago, looked over at him and shrugged, "Don't worry about it, Shadow. He hasn't got a chance with a girl who'd have eyes for you." She chuckled, "She's just stringing him along to get a rise out of you."

"It appears to be an effective tactic," Theta mused. Then she looked down at her dinner plate and blinked. "...Be seeing you."

Shadow looked up at her, "You just sat down." Theta shook her head and lifted a small business card sized piece of plastic out from under her roast beef. "What the hell is that?" The card was plain black plastic save for lettering in white that read "Be seeing you."

A burly young Hispanic man on the short side suddenly stopped chewing a mouthful of mashed potatoes, "I fthink I've mout one moo." He spat something out onto his plate.

"Ewww, Bantam!"

It was a, slightly chewed, card like the other two. Each member of the team poked a bit at their food until they found an identical card somewhere on their tray. Each one said the same thing on it, in the same lettering. Shadow tilted his head, "What the hell is this?"

"Hey, guys!" Safari walked past with a tray of food and a winning smile. "Don't y'all look serious." He lifted a hand to his forehead in a strange, very particular little salute. "Be seeing you."

The whole table watched him go to sit with his own team. Most of their eyes were narrowed and suspicious. Theta tilted her head the other way, her eyes lighting on Titan as the supposedly rival sizemorph sat quietly with his team. This was his idea. She smiled a bit, "He must be Number 6."

The white haired Ice Princess looked at her blankly, "What?"

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Titan had been quiet all through dinner, barely doing more than smiling and nodding in acknowledgment of the team's praise on his idea to ratchet up the tension on their rivals. After a few tries at drawing him into conversation, Silverbolt had ended up drawing pretty much the whole table into an elaborate and energetic tale of his youth that had involved a razor scooter and Lombard Street in San Francisco.

Taking the opportunity, Titan stole out of his seat and away from the table. He turned in his dishes to the appropriate staff member and left the dining area. The visit with Barricade had been...significant. It brought home the dangers of everything here, but also in the life awaiting him. Psyche telling them what had happened, and introducing them to her comatose friend, it had made his heart ache. He'd already been attracted to her, but now...now he was pretty sure it had become a full blown crush. And it also somehow...didn't feel right now. Like his interest in her would somehow intrude on another life that was hers alone. Especially since he didn't fully believe that she didn't have feelings like that for Barricade.

He was not depressed...but he wasn't happy either. Not a good state of mind for somehow who had an erotic rendezvous with a naughty and sexy telepath in a few hours. He had to get his mind off of this.

He hadn't really noticed how long or far he'd been walking until he looked up and realized he was in the wing reserved for the instructors. Titan stopped and looked down the hallway for a minute or so. Then he walked to a specific door and pushed the visitor button. "It's Titan. If you have a few minutes, I'd like to talk."

The door opened. Achimi was no longer in her costume, instead wearing a white button down shirt open over a t-shirt that was dangerously stretched by her generous chest and a pair of loose exercise shorts. She looked at him for a moment, "Come in, Titan. Did something happen?"

The younger man nodded, "I met Barricade today. Could...you tell me about him, and what happened?"

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"Tch, for a guy who can be giant, he sure can skulk off," Hotshot said, shaking her head. She hadn't noticed until they'd all pretty much finished and were heading out. She was walking down the hall to the dorms with Psyche and Safari, the firebrand's hands behind her head as she walked.

"He seemed a bit occupied," Safari agreed. "But he's the kind of guy that can get too far into his head, you know?" The easy going shape shifter shrugged, "He'll twist his noodle in knots for the rest of the night and be fine in the morning." He looked over at Hotshot with a smirk, "I didn't know you'd be looking for him after dinner though."

"Watch it, zoo boy."

He laughed and winked at the two girls, "I'm just teasing you, girl, don't throw any of that fire my way." He waved as he split off down the hallway of the male student rooms. "See y'all tomorrow."

"Jerk," Hotshot huffed. Then she stuck her hands in the pockets of the track jacket that was part of the "newb suit" and looked over at Psyche. "Uh, hey, Pixie..." She licked her lips, a blush coming to her cheeks, "I don't know what you had planned for tonight, but if you're, uh, feeling like a little "pick me up" or just some, you know, fun...I'd really like to come over."

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"Right this way, Shen." The door closed behind the towering tiger man as he entered Thunderbolt's room. His tail was the only sign of his agitation as he moved to where she was pointing, back in the bedroom. The girl was foolish in her arrogance. He could smell the arousal growing in her and had observed her enough to know what this was to her; a conquest. She would tame the tiger, or so she thought. "The clothes I need you to get are in here."

His ears twitched as he heard her moving behind him, along with the distinct sound of a zipper and a rustle of fabric. Too low for normal human ears, perhaps, but not for his. "Are they? I see."
 
Achimi pushed a cup of tea across the table to Titan and sat down across from him. "So, that's the gist of it," the amazonian woman said softly. "Barricade was one of the most promising talents I've ever seen, and one of the best young men I've ever met."

Titan looked down into the depths of his cup. "Is."

"Hmm?" She glanced at him, her face startled.

"He is." The young man across the table lifted his head and looked directly at his teacher. "He still is. We don't know if he'll wake up or not, so we have to assume he will."

There was silence in the apartment, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Then a small, fierce smile grew on Achimi's face and she nodded sharply. "You're right. You're right, I shouldn't have . . . forgotten that." She sipped from her own mug, eying him with interest and new appreciation. The boy was sharp, and he had the right attitude; no wonder Zenith liked him so much. The powerful man had barely talked about anything else the last time they'd gotten together.

Titan took a drink of his tea and set the cup down. "It's all right. When something like that happens . . . I know how hard it can be to not give up on someone." He shrugged, the motion making his chest ripple. "I'm glad that Psyche let me go with her today." The young man stood up, tugging his shirt straight. "It makes me feel better about what we're doing here. I'm sorry I barged in on you."

Achimi tugged her own shirt straight as she stood as well - it was Zenith's, and it didn't fit quite right across the chest. "It's all right, you're always welcome." She walked him to the door, opening it for him. "We didn't underestimate you," she said as he stepped out into the hallway. "You're going to be great someday."

He stopped, looking at her in surprise. "What . . . I mean, I'm nothing special."

Her smile was a little lopsided. "You're stronger than you know, and you . . ." she stepped forward and tapped a finger against his chest, "you've got the heart for it. That's more than half of it right there." Achimi stepped back into her room. "Have a good night, Titan."

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Psyche and Hotshot were sitting on the blonde's bed, each of them with a can of soda in her hand, dressed in nothing but t-shirts and panties. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when we talked about fun," Hotshot commented, taking a sip of her drink.

"It's pretty fun," Psyche protested, picking up her pencil and making a note on the page in front of her. "MadLibs are fun."

There was a moment of amused, exasperated silence, and Hotshot picked up her own pencil. "Yes, but it wasn't what I meant." She sighed, writing down another word. "It's . . . different."

Grinning, the blonde made another note, and smiled. "Well, I do have a few things that might make that sort of fun a little more . . . fun, if that's what you really want."

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When Shen walked into the bedroom, Thunderbolt was naked - as he'd expected, of course. She was certainly an appealing sight, all smooth curves and ivory skin and golden hair. Even if he hadn't been transformed, it was unlikely that he would have had the chance to see someone as physically lovely as she was in this state. "I had thought there was clothing that needed retrieval," he said mildly, his eyes tracing her shape as he spoke.

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. A hint of surprise showed on her face, and mingled with confusion. Then she managed to say, "Ah, yes, well . . . I needed a pretense to get you here without letting . . . you know, everyone else know."

He nodded, his hands opening and closing slowly. That was what it had been, even if she'd meant it as a trap. He noticed that the door to her wardrobe was open, and some of the clothes seemed to be parted strangely. Shen made the expression that he'd learned resembled a smile most closely with his newly-configured face. "I see. That is quite an honor, but I must ask if this is really what you want. I am . . . unlike most of the males here."

Thunderbolt smiled, a hint of triumph in her eyes. "That's all right, I really want to . . . to see what it's like." She walked over to him, her hips shifting seductively, and placed one hand on his broad chest. "Please, Shen?"

The tiger-man let his hands slide around her bare waist, and she almost shivered at the feel of soft fur and rough skin on the flat of his paw-hands. "I would be honored," he said, pulling her close to him and lifting her up in one motion, pressing her body against him so that he could walk to the bed with her in his arms.
 
Thunderbolt let out a giggle as Shen picked her up, carrying her over to her bed with all the effort of picking up a pencil. The Teutonic beauty pressed herself hard against him; feeling his hard muscles moving underneath his clothes and the fur beneath. "Ohh, so strong."

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound, "Yes, you will feel that more later, girl." She felt a bit miffed at that. Girl? She wasn't "girl" to anyone! She opened her mouth to protest only for it to turn into a startled squawk as he tossed her onto her bed. "You are such a gorgeous woman...I'm sure you have your pick of all the men here."

She giggled again and let herself lay back on the bed, writhing in just the right way to get her huge tits bouncing and jiggling, "You know it, big man. I could have anyone I want, whenever I want. And I've chosen to have you now."

The massive tiger man paused and for a moment, she felt hesitation. He was, well, he was just so big and so physically strong and imposing. And something about the way she'd said that seemed to...displease him. He didn't speak for several long moments, just stared down at her. Then he took a deep breath and smiled. "It will be worth it," he said.

Shen shrugged off the track jacket and then pulled his t-shirt up over his head. His torso was huge and muscular; flesh rippling as it moved under his fur. She immediately sat up, reaching out to run her hands through it, only to have one of his huge hands grab both of hers and hold them away, "Not yet, girl. You should see it all first."

Thunderbolt blinked in total shock. He...he had stopped her from touching him. He had...what the hell? Who did he think he was? She was Thunderbolt! The sexiest woman and one of the most powerful beings on Earth! How the fuck dare he? She didn't even realize what his other hand was doing in her sudden rage until his pants dropped and her eyes took in the fact that he was not wearing any underwear. And what was between his legs was..."God...damn."

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"Oh, ohhh, Ohhh, hell! I can't-," Hotshot gasped. The sexy punker girl was on her back on Psyche's bed, her t-shirt pushed up above her breasts, and her panties were still on. Her chest was rising and falling as she breathed heavier, her hands gripping the edges of the mattress, "F-fuck!," her back arched and she cried out and then fell limply back on the bed, panting.

Psyche giggled. "You're having fun now, aren't you?" The busty blond stood at the foot of the bed, one hand shoved into her own panties, the other holding a small remote control. "Ohh, you came quick, Fireball. Were you thinking dirty thoughts today? About me? About Titan? About us both, huh? Eating my pussy while he fucked you from behind?" She pushed a button on the controller and there was a hum.

Hotshot writhed on the bed, "Ahh! Ahh, God, fuck, shit!" She looked up at the other girl, "I...I take back what I said about MadLibs, honest!" She panted, trying to get her breath back, "You...sneaky little fucker though...slipping that thing in me..."

The blond giggled again, "Not the last thing I'll be putting in there tonight, Fireball. You should've been nicer about MadLibs." She winked, "But if you make it up to me maybe I'll let you put a few things in me."

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"Now, hero, you are mine." Theta's red hair was still up in a pair of long, tall pigtails but the goggles were gone from her head. Instead there was a golden tiara she wore like a crown, with a large blood red gen of some kind in the middle of her forehead there her "third eye" was. A mantle of dark purple leather with dark red and green details and trim started as a high collar around her neck and lay over her slender shoulders, a long cape of royal purple hanging from it over her back. She wore a sleeveless top that was dark purple with red and green piping that ended just below her breasts, hanging down just enough to barely hide and perfectly tease flashes of the sides and underside of her tits. She was then bare to her waist, a skimpy pair of dark purple panties all that covered her sex. Thigh high boots of the same purple were on her long, supple legs and she wore tooled leather bracers on each forearm. In one hand dangled the blindfold she'd just pulled from Titan's eyes. "And with you as my pet and my toy, the world will belong to Mistress Mastermind!"

Titan stared. For one, she looked God damned hot. But second, this was not what he had been expecting at all. They'd talked for a while when he'd gotten there; about Barricade and his talk with Achimi and her day, and then she'd told him what she had in mind for tonight. This somehow was still not what he had expected. "I'm not your pet yet, Mastermind," he said after a few moments, knowing he was off cue.

All that and she'd wanted him to bring his belt?

She smiled at him and reached out to run a hand through his hair before taking hold and yanking it, pulling his head up and back. "Yet is right, hero. Your will is strong but your body and your lust...will make you mine." He felt the phantom brush that announced her mental presence. "I spent all of my sex budget last month on the outfit and couldn't buy cuffs."
 
Shen stood over the bed, one hand stroking his massive cock slowly as he watched Thunderbolt stare in shock for a few moments. He smiled at her slightly and reached out to stroke her hair. "Impressed?"

Thunderbolt started to nod her head, then stopped herself. She shouldn't be impressed, or at least, she shouldn't let him know she was! But then his hand guided her head closer to his cock, and she tried to resist a little. She shouldn't just let him take the lead like this! And he was standing in front of her hidden camera, blocking the shot! There wasn't any point if she didn't have a video of it, and . . . while her thoughts were distracted, Shen had pressed the head of his cock to her lips.

It was warm and so thick that she could barely believe it, and her mouth opened almost instinctively. In a quick motion, he was buried as far into her mouth as he could in one stroke, and Thunderbolt found herself gasping. Shen gasped as well, almost a groan, as her mouth welcomed him. "Ahhh, that feels very good," he managed.

An indignant light kindled in Thunderbolt's eyes. Good? Good?! She wasn't good, she was fucking amazing! Competitiveness took over her reason, and she started to give him the best blowjob she could. She'd planned on doing this anyway, but if he was going to act like he'd had better, she needed to show him that she was the best there was.

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Titan struggled a little against the restraint of his belt, without really trying to break the hold. "You'll never get away with this, Mastermind!" he said, his hands clenching together where they were bound over his head. "You'll never break me!"

Theta laughed triumphantly, her breasts pulled free from the questionable confines of the top she wore. "Don't you see, hero? You're already beaten, you just haven't realized it yet!" She was straddling him, her thighs on either side of his hips. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest while her panty-clad sex rubbed agonizingly against his cock, which was hard against his pants. "I know what your weakness is," she breathed, one hand tweaking one of his nipples.
 
"Woohoo! Faster! Giddy up, now!" A trio of staff member walking along the main pathway of one of the orchard domes looked back and pulled off to one side as the giggling and whooping Finistra rode by on a large and powerful horse with a russet coat. "Excuse me, sorry!"

They watched her ride past and on up the trail. One of them pushed his glasses up his nose, "We don't have horses up here, do we?"

"No."

"So...ahh, you know what? Who cares?"

Finistra leaned foward, her hands clutched around the horse's neck, the lovely Latina pressed against him as he moved under her. "Dios mio, it's wonderful," she called to her steed. "I've never felt anything like it!" There was no saddle or tack on the great horse, the pretty young woman riding him bare back.

They had already been riding for ten minutes or so and the girl and her horse romped about on the larger paths through the fruit bearing trees for a little while longer before the magnificent equine dropped to a trot, then a walk, and then halted under a tall and many branched peach tree.

She slid off of his back and onto the soft grass at the foot of the tree with a happy sigh, "That was...I've always wanted to ride a horse since I was a little girl and it was just...oh, I loved it! Do we have to stop?"

The horse wickered and then there was a sudden burst of smoke which cleared after only a moment dissipated to reveal a smiling Safari, "Afraid so, darlin'. You're feeling pretty good now but come morning your legs and butt're going to be sore. If we did much more riding it'd be even worse."

She sighed and smiled back, "I'll just have to get used to it then." She gave him a hug and then kissed him sweetly before pressing her forehead to his, "Thank you, Ted. You're such a sweet guy."

He chuckled, "I don't know about that so much." He took her hand in his and the two started to walk along the path again, in the general direction of the exit. "I don't know if you'll think I'm that sweet once you're walking funny tomorrow. Folks'll be wondering what you were up to."

She laughed, "Oh, I'll be fine. I'm tougher than I look." Finistra grinned and winked at him, "And I'll just tell anyone you asks I was up late riding you all over." Ted suddenly stumbled, red faced. She laughed again, pulling him a little closer to her as he straightened up. "Why, Ted...were you thinking bad thoughts?"

"...No would seem kinda dishonest at this point, so..."

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"God!" Hotshot grunted as she rocked forward, the pretty dark haired punker girl on all fours on Psyche's bed. She was naked now, her hands twisting the sheets on the bed, the blankets thrown off to one side. Her smooth, supple young skin was gleaming with sweat, the barbell piercings in her nipples glittered as they caught the light, her pert little tits jiggling as she was pushed forward and rocked back again and again. The air was full of the smell of sex and pussy, and other than panting breaths and moans, the only sound was a familiar and sinfully wonderful wet slurp-slap. "Oh, fuck, Pixie!"

"That's right, Fireball," Psyche cooed. The curly haired blond was grinning, her own fair, pale skin a bit sweaty as well. She was wearing her t-shirt still but it was pushed up over her tits now and her large, plush, high breasts bounced and jiggled as she thrust her hips forward. She wore a stylish yet odd harness of leather and webbing straps around her hips and thighs; all in pink, even the gleaming metal bits, carefully fitted for her use. Attached by an o-ring and another strap or two was a long, thick, brilliantly pink dildo that was currently pumping in and out of Hotshot's wet, hot sex. "Pixie's going to fuck you good, girl. Ram my big pink dick up into your tight little hole aaaaall night if I feel like it." She licked her lips, "And you'll love it, baby."

"Guh! Better...ahh, fuck me harder than this, if you want, ahh! Want that to be true, Blondie!" Holy hell! What had gotten into her tonight? Not that she was complaining, really, but damn! Vicki had a lot of different sides to her, didn't she?

"Oh, sweetie," the busty girl took a firm hold on her friend and lover's hips, "You want it hard, you'll get it hard." Hotshot let out a grunting groan as she started to buck her hips faster now and rougher, "Until you fucking scream and cream for me, slut." God, this was fun! She hadn't broken out the strap-on in ages. "Take that cock, girl!"

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Shen groaned, the sound rumbling in his broad chest, as his head rolled back and his eyes closed. "Yes," he murmured, the sound low for him but almost like a muted roar in Thunderbolt's ears, "that feels...very good, girl. Among the best I've ever, mmm, had."

Thunderbolt let out a moaning growl around his cock; the hot, hard, thick length filling her mouth and muffling the sound. Among the best! Bullshit! She'd make him admit she was the best and she knew just how to do it! The Nordic beauty looked up at the towering anthro, locking eyes with him, her gaze one of lustful enjoyment and delight, only partly a put on. Her lips were sealed tightly and fully on his pole, her cheeks concaved and lips slightly extended as she slurped up and down on him. Her tongue fluttered on the underside of his massive schlong; caressing and teasing the sensitive vein that ran along it.

She pulled her head back, back, until only the swollen head of his cock was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled over it and then she plunged back down, taking even more of him in than she had before. He let out a startled gasp and she smiled as best she could. Again all the way back and further down. Her eyes closed, willing herself to relax, as she took him in again and felt him push into her throat. She felt a thrill of pride as she didn't gag and heard him suck in his breath in wonder and the sinful sensation.

One more for all.

Shen let out a strangled cry as the blond vixen took his whole length into her wet, warm mouth, deep throating him fully. Her nose nestled in the thin fur of his loins and her chin pressed against his sack. "God..." he gasped, and again, she smiled.

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"Ahh!" Titan tried to bite back another cry but it burst past his lips, "Ohh! Ohh, God..." His hands were still tied over his head but he was nude now, his clothes taken or torn off of him and his legs were spread and tied as well, girl's belts coiled about his ankles and then tied to the footboard of the bed. Theta smiled wickedly, still in her Mistress Mastermind garb though the panties were now gone, running a hand down his bare chest.

As her fingers ran over a nipple, she pressed something in her palm with her thumb and there was a buzz. Titan groaned and nibbled his lower lip, feeling something vibrating and rubbing against the sensitive spot. "So responsive," she chuckled, "Yes, you'll be mine soon. You like how this feels, don't you?"

He swallowed as her hand went lower, and cupped his balls, "...No, I-ahaah!" His back arched as she triggered the vibe in her palm and pressed it into his sack, "Ahh! Yes! God, yes, I do, I do."

She giggled, stopping the vibration and pulling her hand back, "I know you do. And I know you want more. You're so turned on, feel so good and so dirty you can't think straight." Theta suddenly got up on the bed and straddled him, looking down imperiously at the muscular young man, "You want me. And you can have me. You can have this," she cooed, lowering herself and shifting her hips to bring her hot, wet sex into contact with his stiff cock. They both let out a brief cry at the contact until Theta suddenly stood up again, panting a bit. "You can have my tight, wet, perfect pussy around your cock. You can fuck me, fill me up with it, cum in me. And not just now, but every night." She licked her lips, "All you have to do...is become mine."
 
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"I don't know," said a petite brunette, walking through one of the domes with one of her friends. "It just seems like -" She broke off as a silver blur sped between them.

The blur curved around for a moment and resolved into a silver-skinned young man with a roguish grin. "Sorry, ladies, didn't mean to startle you!" he called. "But I'm glad I did, you've got a great rack," he yelled, waving at the brunette as he sped off.

Silverbolt dashed away through the "main street" dome, where there were streets set up, and a few shops that sold the things that students and teachers didn't need, but wanted while they were here, and chuckled to himself. It was usually fun to tease the girls here, knowing there was a risk that they might be able to fry him, but gambling that they wouldn't catch him or report him. And that brunette had been built right, all the curves in the right places, and . . . .

He glanced to one side, seeing something there that hadn't vanished in a blur. His mouth dropped open, and he almost ran into a light post, dodging away at the last second. Giggling, the brunette called, "I'm Atalanta! You must be Achimi's new speedster, huh?"

Silverbolt smiled at her, a little uncertain. The giggle and the fact that she hadn't clobbered him yet meant that she might be cool. "Yeah, Silverbolt. I, uh, I'm sorry if I offended you, I don't . . . ."

"Don't think before you talk, right?" She winked, still keeping pace with him. "It's okay. I mean, I'm okay with guys who move a little fast."

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With a groaning sigh, Hotshot fell forward onto the bed. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, her arms and legs splayed out around her. Her skin was shiny with sweat, and she looked over her shoulder limply. "God damn, Pixie. You shouldn't keep your emotions all bottled up inside, let it loose once in a while." She sighed again, shifting a little so that she was laying on her side. "Might kill a man, once you really get going."

Psyche smirked a little. "Well, you're the one who wanted it harder," she said, not sounding at all contrite. "Let me know when you're rested up." The blonde stood up from the bed, starting to unfasten the harness from her waist. "When you feel up to it, I've got something I'd like you to try," she said, pulling out a double-ended dildo and wiggling it at the pyromancer. "It'll be your turn to fuck me."

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Giving a groan, Shen pushed into Thunderbolt's mouth a little more firmly, stopping after pressing against the resistance he felt for a moment. Then he pulled back again, leaving nothing but the head in her mouth. He pushed in again, fucking her face slowly and deliberately, as she peered up at him with her bedroom eyes.

After a few more strokes, the tiger-man pulled his cock out of her mouth completely, and grabbed a handful of her hair, guiding her to her knees on the bed to kiss her hard and fierce. In the kiss and the confusion it brought - she didn't kiss men she was fucking, it wasn't sensible! - Thunderbolt was only vaguely aware that he was moving them around.

When she came back to herself, Shen had positioned them on her bed, the Nordic beauty on her back on the edge of the bed, legs spread around his hips. Shen was standing, his cock jutting proudly from his hips, maybe an inch from her pussy.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be! She had to be on top, so that she could watch herself later, moving, looking so in charge as she screwed the lucky man beneath her. But this way . . . it would look like Shen was in charge, the one who was calling the shots. "I think I'd rather . . ." she started, and trailed off at the sight of him. He was so impressive, standing there, dominating the space.

"I know, you want it another way," he said in his rumbling voice. "But it will be much better this way." He looked down at her, one hand gripping his cock and just sliding the tip of it over the wet lips of her slit. "Perhaps, if you ask me nicely enough to fuck you, we will try another position." He leaned forward for a moment, his lips close enough that she felt his breath on her ear, and whispered, "Perhaps I will take you from behind, like a bitch in heat."
 
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The solar globes in Zenith's quarters were burning low; creating a dim almost dusk-like feeling over the entire suite. The twilight illumination cast a faintly blue tinge to Hank's creamy pale skin as he stood before the huge bed in his bedroom, bare chested, "You were right. I had lost touch with how all of this could be."

"It happens, Hank," Leticia answered. Achimi too was nude, her magnificent breasts brushing against him as she stood close to Zenith, one arm slipped around behind the muscular hero. "But I think we can make sure you don't forget again." She leaned over to kiss him, their tongues dueling, yet the two didn't close the space between them.

"I'm sure we can," came another voice; richly feminine and soaked with the allure of nature and of primal drives. A pair of feminine, green hands ran along the length of Zenith's big white dick and Achimi's long black cock, drawing a pair of gasping moans from the two heroes.

Vanessa, also known as Biotic, grinned up at her friends as she knelt before them, moving to stroke the pair of glorious cocks in front of her face. She was naked, her skin the color of summer leaves and her hair a light corn silk blond. She was lushly figured, as befitted a woman made into a minor avatar of Nature, with generous curves in front and back. She leaned forward and licked the head of Zenith's cock, her tongue a shocking pink compared to her skin, and then slurped on the crown of Achimi's dick. She chuckled, "Oh, yes, I'll make sure neither of you ever forgets this."

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Theta cried out, her head going back, her eyelids fluttering. She was straddling Titan's head, the tops of her leather boots rubbing against his face. One hand was tangled in his hair and gripping it, pulling his head into her sex, the other massaged one of her pert, modest breasts and pressing the small vibe against her stiff nipple. "Ahh, that's a good boy, hero! I can, mmm, feel your resolve weakening." She shuddered and moaned, "Ohh, you want to serve me, want to please me."

Titan groaned into her pussy, his tongue licking and lapping at her sex. God, she tasted so strange but it was a good strange. Which kind of summed up his whole relationship with Theta, really. She was wet and hot and it felt amazing having her like this, her cunt grinding down against his face, her hand in his hair. He'd never...okay, there was no lying to himself while a telepath was riding his face. He had thought about being dominated by a woman before, even tied up, but the reality was good, very good.

He shifted his licking up higher, feeling an odd shift in her flesh. A whorl, almost like a lid or a hood. A hood! He moaned into her cunt again, knowing what that meant, his tongue slipping past it to start stroking and lashing the nub beneath.

Theta thrashed on top of him, her hips rocking and slamming her cunt almost painfully into him, "AHHh! Eric," she gasped, for a moment dropping her "Mistress Mastermind" entirely. She whimpered in joyous delight as he teased her clit, half bent over his head now. Then she took a few deep breaths and straightened up, "Yes, hero, make me cum. Make me cum and I'll spare a few others to make your playthings. The blond girl with the pixie wings, and perhaps the mouthy fire girl. Maybe even the mighty Achimi. They can be yours. Imagine them lying before you, sucking your cock while you pleasure my pussy! It can be, if you, ahhh! If you make me cum and swear you belong to Mistress Mastermind!"

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Thunderbolt's chest heaved and she gasped slightly at his words, at the thought of her on all fours getting plowed by the huge tiger man and his massive cock. She wanted to yell at him and protest this; she was the one who did the seducing, she was the one who took charge, she chose the positions, and the only asking she did was purely rhetorical!

But then he shifted himself so that his long, thick cock pressed down on her sex and she couldn't stop herself as a moan burst from her lips. He kissed and licked her earlobe as he rubbed his cock over her cunt, teasing them both, making her hotter and wetter. "Perhaps," he spoke in that damn soft voice that was so...so gently firm and so sexy! "Perhaps you do not want me inside, since you do not care to ask."

Her pretty face contorted in an expression of frustration. God, no! She wanted it, she wanted it even more than she had when she first saw the big thing. It felt so nasty and so good grinding against her pussy like this. But...but if she asked him...she'd be giving up control and...

"No," she whispered, her voice a bit tremulous, "No, I want it." She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. "I want you to fuck me, any way you want. P...puh...please."
 
"I don't know where he is," Vixen said, tearing into a bit of rare steak that she'd taken from her fridge. "He'd said he might make it, but one of his teammates needed some help with something."

The hawk-featured young man from before made a sound that was a cross between a laugh and the cry of a raptor. "I saw him talking with her, I bet I know what she wanted help with." The others in the room looked at him sharply, and he shrugged. "I'm just saying."

"Honestly, Chayton," the arachnid woman said with just a hint of asperity. "You're so crass."

"What?" he put his hands up in defense. "I just said I knew, I didn't say what it was specifically! That's not crass."

From the far side of the room, the wolf-man spoke up, softly, but just loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. "I think Arana's just jealous that this means she lost the pool on who would pounce on the new guy first."

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There was a moment of quiet before Shen started to move, pressing himself fully against the blonde's pussy. He pulled back a little and looked at her, the pretty face red with want and the desire not to abase herself. "That was," he rumbled, "good enough to get me to fuck you." The delight on her face made him smile. "But not enough for me to give you another position."

He pushed inside of her fully, making her gasp before she could protest. "Maybe I'll just fuck you like this until I cum," he murmured, the soft tone making the words even more erotic. "Leave you here on your bed, spread open and fucked raw."

He'd given her a moment to get used to his size, and then started to move slowly at first, taking perhaps an inch out with each thrust. "Or maybe," he said, his voice huskier than usual, "you'll persuade me to turn you over and give you the screw you deserve."

Thunderbolt whimpered for a moment, her body almost painfully stretched around the tiger-man's thick cock. She didn't want . . . she didn't want him to just use her, but begging was . . . it was against her principles! The movement of that amazing cock between her legs, rubbing her pussy in just the right ways, was more than she could stand. Before she'd even realized she'd made a decision, she started pleading, "No, please, I want it so much, give it to me!" She bit her lower lip. That wasn't right at all. "Please, Shen, fuck me like a slut!" . . . Dammit, that wasn't right either. But it was what she wanted, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

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Sighing, Shadow flopped onto a couch in one of the common rooms. "Today has been boring as hell. Icy, what do you have for me?"

The white-haired girl shook her head. "I hate when you call me that." But she pulled out a set of folders suspiciously similar to the set that Thunderbolt had and opened them. "It was definitely the hayseed that got the goats - he's a farm bumpkin, and his cousin owns a goat farm." She flipped a few pages. "It looks like there's a few other things of interest. The boy scout's got a love of astronomy, he went out on a moonwalk a little while ago, took Psyche and . . . Theta with him."

Shadow nodded. "Yeah, he and Theta have a thing, that's old news." One hand waved at her. "He's an astronomy nut, so what? We can't do anything with that." She opened her mouth, and he sat up. "Wait, wait, wait. We can totally do something with that!"

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Psyche was on her back, her hands clenched in the sheets, as Hotshot pushed forward with her hips. "Ahh, yeah, just like that!" the blonde moaned, licking her lips. "You're a quick study, Fireball."

There was a wicked smile on the other girl's face. "I learn fast when the lesson's this good," she said, reaching between their legs to adjust where the double-ended dildo entered her a little. "This . . . is better than good, Pixie." She leaned forward, pushing her hips forward again and grinding them against the curvy girl's. "Unnnnh, yeah, I could get used to this," she breathed, pressing her lips to one of Psyche's breasts.
 
"And they keep telling me to go slow but-"

"It's just so frustrating!" Atalanta nodded, "I know! Having to do everything at normal speed feels like crawling." The pretty brunette giggled again, "So you're the one I've heard about. You're working with Doc Blue, right?"

The two young people were still hurtling around the faux streets of the main dome. Silverbolt wasn't trying to go really fast but he wasn't just at normal speed for him either; Atalanta was matching him stride for stride and didn't even seem winded. And what a stride she had! She really had a great body and it felt so good to meet someone who understood! "Yeah, I think he's trying to help me but...I don't know."

She shrugged, which he liked, and then gave him a wry little grin, "Yeah, I had a lot of that kind of training at first too. It sucks, but it really does help."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I mean, check it out."

Before he could register the motion, she'd stuck her foot out in front of Silverbolt. He tripped and fell forward, his speed sending him shooting like a human bullet towards the wall of the dome. With his accelerated perception, he could see and feel himself flying towards it, unable to stop or alter the path of his flight. His eyes went wide and then he shut them, not wanting to see what happened, at this speed-

But then he felt a shock of impact that was softer, moving with the force to take it and catch him. He felt soft but strong arms around him and blinked. "I mean, once you've got more environmental awareness, you won't have to worry about things like that," Atalanta went on, carrying the startled young speedster in her arms like a new bride.

He blinked again, "You...wow. You caught me." She'd almost killed him too, but she'd saved him! "You are fast." He blushed, "Um, I get what you mean about the training. And, uh, you could put me down. When you want to."

She grinned at him, "If it was when I wanted to, we'd be going somewhere to show you how fast I can be. Buuut I am supposed to be shopping with a friend...so. Rain check?"

"Yes. Totally, yes."

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"You're...strong, hero...but you will be mine. This cock will be mine," Theta panted. Her skin glistened in places from sweat and her thighs and sex were covered in a gleaming layer of her juices. She was still in her Mistress Mastermind attire but the mantle was askew as was her tiara and she was breathing heavily, slumped a bit as she knelt beside the still bound Titan. "You'll submit and I'll have it."

Titan licked his lips, tasting her on them still. She'd cum at least four times on his face before she'd slipped off of him. He felt a sudden inspiration looking at her. "I won't submit, Mastermind, but you can." She gasped and looked startled but he caught the glint in her eyes and the faint upturn at the corners of her mouth. "I know you want me. You want my cock inside your hot little body; filling you, stretching you, making you feel every bit the nasty, sex drenched, wicked woman that you are." She was breathing faster as he spoke, letting out a shuddering breath at his last words.

"Fool," she said, "I can take you and your cock whenever I wish." Her eyes strayed to his manhood.

"But you haven't," he countered before she could continue. Titan suddenly grew; not a great deal, perhaps four inches or so, his body adding mass and height. The leather of his belt stretched and there was a faint ripping as the stitches that held the buckle in tore. A small corner of his mind noted with a sigh that he'd have to get it fixed or replaced. The rest of him, however, was focused on her. "You could make me with your powers, stop me from doing what I'm doing," he pulled his hands down as the belt came untied and he sat up, shifting his legs and moving to a crouch on the bed, looming over Theta. "But you're not. You want this. You want me. And you want me taking you, don't you?"

She was looking up at him, nibbling her lower lip, her eyes bright. He felt her mental caress, followed by a simple but very communicative surge of aroused approval. "I...I...am the Mistress..."

"Say it."

"..Yes," she breathed. "I want you to...to take me. I will do as you ask, I will turn myself over to you, but yes. Since the first, I wanted you, and now...seeing your body, feeling your tongue on me and in me," she shivered and licked her lips, "I...need it, need you, in me."

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Shen groaned as he pumped himself slowly in and out of Thunderbolt's hot, tight sex. He was taking her in long, slow strokes, half of him at a time sliding free of her before filling her back in. "Ohh, good girl," he murmured, the sound rolling in his massive chest. "Very good, and your pretty white cunt feels so sweet." He chuckled as he thrust in to the hilt suddenly, her breath rushing out of her, "But not good enough for me to fuck you like you want to be, girl. Try again."

She groaned, her head rolling back and forth on the bed. God, he felt so good in her! Filling her, stretching her like she'd rarely had before! She wanted it, oh, fuck, did she want it! But she'd already asked once...to do so again was just...just unthinkable!

Her pride and her body, however, were not in synch. She opened her mouth to tell him off when he pulled out and thrust in again. Her eyelids fluttered and then squeezed shut at the feeling, "Fine, yes, please! God, please, Shen, fuck me like a hot, horny bitch!" Her hands grabbed hold of his furry chest and she looked up at him with hot, desperate eyes, "Put me on all fours and screw me like a brood bitch, that's what I want, what I need, please, do me, fucking ravage me, I want this big, hard cock tearing me up from behind! Please!"

He stared back into her eyes before pressing her down against the mattress iwth his bulk, claiming her lips in a hard, rough, scorching kiss. "That," he whispered against her bruised lips, "is better."
 
Shen's cock thrust into Thunderbolt a few more times, the delicious friction of that thick cock against her wet pussy making them both groan. Then he pulled out completely, his hands going to her hips. Thunderbolt tried to turn herself over, but her arms wouldn't support her body all the way. She made an irritated, whining sound, and Shen rumbled a laugh.

He put his hands on her waist and helped her flip herself all the way, but her eyes were dark with fierce wounded pride. He was laughing at her! How dare he?! But she managed to brace herself up on her elbows, looking over her shoulder with lust. His cock did feel amazing, and she wanted more of it. But on her terms, not his! "Please, Shen," she said seductively, "please, give me that cock again."

He eyed her, one massive hand stroking his cock slowly. "I will give it to you," he said softly, baring his teeth a little, "but you will get what you asked for when you asked properly." He stepped forward, lining himself up with her pussy, and thrust forward.

Thunderbolt cried out a little when she felt him bury himself fully inside in one powerful thrust, her body rocking forward hard. But that fullness was soooo good, and she loved it so much! Her hands clutched at the bedspread, and managed to grip even harder, as he started to fuck her without letting her get her breath. She could feel the fur on his body pressing against her with every forward thrust, and it felt like he was getting deeper than anyone had ever gone before - which was possible, given the size of his cock. "Unh! Ahhh, fuck, so incredible," she whispered, hoping her voice was too quiet to carry.

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The tables had been turned, with Titan, still slightly larger than normal, looming over Theta's body. But now, his cock was buried deep inside of her, stretching her pussy as he fucked her. "That's a good girl," he cooed, one hand stroking her face. "You're being a very good girl, Mastermind."

She turned her face away, almost shy, but he could feel the surge of pleasure from her. With a grin, he bent his head to kiss her neck, his teeth grazing her skin lightly. "If you don't say anything, I'll have to assume you don't like it," he whispered, a little teasing. "As a hero, I'd never do anything a lady didn't want me to, so . . . ."

"Please don't stop!" she said quickly, her breathing fast. "Please, I love it, I'll be a good girl, just . . . just don't stop fucking me!"
 
"Hhnn, yesss, fucking goooood," Psyche moaned. The busty blond girl was sweat slicked now, her hair askew and wild, eyes shut as she cradled Hotshot to her. Her hips moved in time with the slender girl's; the double ended toy barely visible between them as one would pull back, only to vanish as they closed together again. "Oh, baby..."

"Fucking hell," Hotshot gasped, her motion coming to a halt. She looked up at her friend and lover with liquid eyes, "Can't...believe how much I've fucking creamed tonight." She laughed and lowered her head to rest it on Psyche's large, soft tits. "May never...move again."

The other girl giggled, "Told you...that MadLibs would end up being a lot of fun."

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"Ahh! Hero, God, your cock! Feels-!" Theta's head went back, her back arching and her mouth opening wide in a cry that cut off in a strangled gasp. Her chest was heaving, her costume askew and in disarray. The redhead quivered and trembled on the thick cock spreading her wide, her arms clutching herself to Titan's broad chest, her legs wrapped about his waist.

He stood in her bedroom, his hands cupping her ass and lifting her up and down on his cock as his hips pumped back and forth, pushing his large, thick, heavy prick in and out of her wet, hot tunnel. He beamed as he felt her pussy squeezing down on him harder; the telepath's cry echoing in his mind as she came on his cock a second time.

"Sweet," he moaned, "Mastermind, this gorgeous body, hot little pussy, all feels so good. The way you love my cock, love being fucked, it's amazing." He kissed her neck and then her lips, briefly, breaking the kiss to let her try and recover her breath.

"Yuh-yes, good," she gasped. Her odd eyes fixed on his and he suddenly felt a rush of pleasure and sensation. She was feeding him her pleasure and it made him almost explode right there. He was close as it was; Titan gritted his teeth to keep from cumming. "Eric, please," her voice sounded in his head, pleading and eager, "I want you to cum. Please, cum in me."

Spoken, the words would have done him in. Mind to mind and with her feelings and his own coursing through him, Titan's orgasm exploded through them both before the thought was even finished. He let out a cry; it might have been her name, it might have been nothing but a primal, guttural bellow of triumph, he'd never know. White hot, mad pleasure ripped all thought away and blasted through him and out of him. He closed his eyes and fell to his knees, still holding her up as his cock trembled and spasmed inside her, pumping his hot, heavy load deep inside her cunt as she clung to him.
 
Eric and Olivia were curled up in her bed, his arms wrapped around her as she cuddled close to his side. "That was . . ." he exhaled heavily, squeezing her a little.

"Correct," she said, and smiled up at him. "I am glad that I could give you a new experience."

He laughed softly. "You've given me nothing but." They shifted slightly, now stretched out on their sides facing each other, faces near one another. "You're quite amazing."

Her lips curved into a small, pleased smile. "I am different, that is at least true." The red-haired girl nestled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes open in thought. "We should sleep soon, I think."

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"It is incredible," Shen agreed, his paw-hands drawing Thunderbolt's hips back towards him. "Never thought you'd be such a needy slut," he growled, thrusting forward again. She was hot and so tight he wasn't sure how long he'd last. But she was enjoying herself more than she thought she was. It was clear that the Nordic weather witch was used to having her own way in the bedroom; as he'd expected, taking the control from her was thrilling in a different way from what she was used to.

Thunderbolt's face was burning with embarrassment - he hadn't been meant to hear how much she was liking it this way! But her fingers dug into the comforter, and she was moaning with almost every thrust, loving the power behind every movement he made. "Feels . . . god, so big!" she gasped, her eyes closing tightly to absorb all the sensations.

He raised one hand and slapped her ass lightly with it. She gasped, feeling the hit and uncertain why she liked it so much. But she did like it, a lot, and looked over her shoulder at him. "Shen, god, please! Give me more, love your cock inside me!"
 
Not for the first time, or the last, Thunderbolt was glad that the rooms here were more or less sound proof. Because if anyone heard what she was screaming, she'd have to kill them to keep them from talking. "Yess, ahhh! Yes, fuck me, fuck me with that big tiger dick! Ram it into me, ruin me, stud!" She shrieked out suddenly, back arching as she came hard on his cock, her walls clenching around his fuck stick and her juices gushing.

Her body rocked forward with each of his pounding thrusts, her huge jugs bouncing and jiggling. Her hands clutched and twisted her comforter, actually having torn it in places. Shen's thick length slammed into her again and again, the shape shifter taking her hard and fast. Each time he drilled deep into her, he brought one hand down to slap her ass, both of her cheeks faintly red already. "Ha! Listen to you, girl! Such a whore to beg for dick!" This was succeeding even more than he thought it would. He regretted it wouldn't last much longer. "You'll have ever inch, slut, and then every drop of my seed in your belly!"

"Uhh! P-please!" She never let anyone cum inside her. Partly because she loved the feeling of being sprayed with the hot, thick stuff but also out of pride. Only a man worthy of her would get to put his seed in her; she used contraceptives so it wasn't a question of being worried about pregnancy, but about control and not having found a worthy enough male. "I want-want it, but-"

He laughed again and leaned down, his fur rubbing against her sweaty skin, "I know you do." He reached up her body and took hold of her huge breasts, one tit in each paw-like hand. She gasped at the sensations, quivering and nibbling her lower lip. "You want to be fucked and filled, I've heard you moaning and panting and screaming like a whore. And you'll get it, slut, every bit of dick and jizz that you can hold."

She opened her mouth to say something but all that came out was a yelp as he redoubled his pace, hammering away at her cunt with abandon. Shen growled and groaned, rushing towards his climax. His hands deliciously mauled her tits, squeezing, pressing, rolling them, his furry fingers tweaking her nipples.

Thunderbolt screamed again, her head going up, eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she came again; her pleasure almost squirting out onto Shen. It was too much for him as her tight passage squeezed him again and he buried himself to the hilt inside her and started to buck his hips in short, hard pushes. Her eyes went wider as she felt his cock throb inside her and then something wet, heavy, greasy, and so, so hot poured into her. More and more, she couldn't believe it, the busty blond trembling and riding out her own orgasm as Shen stuffed her snatch full of his cum.

They lay there, panting and gasping for air for a few minutes. Then Shen let her go and stepped back, the Teutonic beauty writhing as his long rod came out of her with a slurping sucking sound. She lay there, ass up and her sex exposed for her own hidden cameras as his jizz ran out of her cunt and down her legs.

The beast-man gathered up his clothes and re-dressed. "I am glad I could help you, Thunderbolt," he said with a deep purr rolling in his chest. "If you need it again, I'll be sure to lend a hand."

"Y...yuh...yes, th-thank...you," she managed. Oh, God. Oh, what a feeling. She heard him leave the bedroom and then the door to the hallway opening, automatically locking behind Shen as it closed again. "C...can't believe...him. Th-the nerve..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

"That's better!" Achimi was grinning as she jerked her head back out of the range of one of Shen's punches. The tiger man pressed her, snarling as he struck out again and again. The chocolate skinned powerhouse shifted aside and blocked, still smiling, "Keep it up!"

Psyche watched the sparring match, having already had her turn. Shen really had gotten better but he wasn't the only one. All the new kids were showing improvement and so quickly. It seemed like only yesterday when they'd all arrived. She looked over at Thunderbolt, "They're really getting better, aren't they?"

The blond wasn't watching the sparring match. She'd actually been somewhat distant towards Shen for the last few days. Psyche had her own suspicious about that but she hadn't decided if she wanted to push the other girl to get an answer yet. "They've got a good teacher, and you and I for examples, I'm not surprised." She then smiled a bit, "But it's good to see. Maybe they won't do as poorly as..." She shut her mouth firmly, her cheeks coloring. "Uh, what I meant was-"

She was saved by Shen suddenly crashing down between them, having been hurled through the air after punching a bit too hard and ending up on the receiving end of a hip throw. "Good." Achimi nodded and placed her hands on her hips as she stood in the middle of the circle. "All right, everyone on your feet. I think it's time for a nice run after that little warm-up."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

The cafeteria was sparsely populated as Titan and Silverbolt walked in, only a few tables taken up by students talking softly. It was later in the evening, not that there really was any morning or evening on the lunar surface. "So you've got kind of the same thing I do?" Silverbolt walked over to the set out snack trays and considered them.

Titan nodded, but before he spoke, another voice answered them. "Not as much, but sizemorphing takes a lot of energy too." Psyche smiled as she winged up beside the two young men and set down. "Something to do with mass generation and sublimation, though I don't get the specifics. Feeling hungry?"

"Yeah," Titan smiled and tried not to look at any of the places that corseted costume made him want to. "I'll be up pretty late tonight anyway, I want to get some more practice in on a few things."

She gave him an appraising look. She'd thought he was with Olivia most nights but apparently only some of them. Interesting. "Putting in overtime, huh? I know you and Hotshot do some training together too. And you do more by yourself?"

Silverbolt was already heading to a table with two loaded trays as the other two grabbed a few things. The sizemorph shrugged, flushing slightly, "It's no big deal. I mean, it's just that you're so incredible, and so are the others, that I really need to make sure that...I'm worth, you know, being on the team."

"What ever made you think you weren't?" Had 'Bolt said something to him? She could be such a bitch! She was a friend and all, but still! "Training's good and all, Titan, if you're doing it because you want to be better. But don't feel like you have to just to be with us." She smiled at him, "you're pretty incredible yourself."

He blushed and opened his mouth to speak, not sure what to say. Then he jumped as a streak of motion blurred past him, Silverbolt doing the same as he was preparing to sit down. The blur slowed enough to resolve into a pretty, perky girl with brown hair and an athletic but ample figure. "Hi, Psyche, hi boooys!" She winked and then blurred off again.

Titan blinked a few times. "She just...grabbed my butt at super speed and then...who was that?"

Silverbolt was rubbing his ass but he just sighed, "She might be the perfect girl."
 
Psyche grinned. "Ah, you've met Atalanta," she said, picking up a tray and grabbing a few pieces of fruit. "She's a trip - grabbed my ass, too, but I'm used to it." She ignored their stunned expressions, picking up a bowl and filling it with lettuce. "What? It's all right, she's . . . well, she's great fun."

Silverbolt and Titan stood next to each other, eyes a little stunned, before the normal-looking sizemorph laughed softly. "This place is awesome." He moved to grab his own tray, picking up his own fruit to go with it.

~ ~ ~ ~​

Training was over, and even though she still had homework to finish, Psyche was heading away from the residential dorms. They'd been working so hard she hadn't had time to visit Barricade for almost ten days. It wouldn't be right if he thought she'd forgotten about him.

She left her bag at the nurses' station, padding through the sleek, white-and-silver halls towards his room as silently as she could. There were more rooms full than had been, since one of the new kids in Biotic's squad had had a small training accident - the girl had sonic powers, and had gotten terrified when she slipped from one of the climbing walls. About half the squad was temporarily deafened, and were being kept in here for observation.

As Psyche approached the decorated door that separated her friend from the rest of the infirmary, she slowed. It sounded like there was someone in there already. When the telepaths were in there, they didn't talk - for most of them, it was a distraction that they didn't need for an already delicate attempt.

She paused, pushing the door open partway, and blinked. Titan was sitting by Barricade's bed, elbows on his knees and talking to the comatose young man. That was a surprise. ". . . and I don't know what to do about it." He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and she half-smiled at how cute he looked with his brown hair messy. "She's so gorgeous, and perfect, but I don't know if Theta meant it when she said we could see other people." He sighed again, snorting an almost-miserable laugh. "Not that she'd be interested in me anyway."

Even though she was thrilled to hear that there was someone here he liked, Psyche felt guilty having listened in. And felt worse that he was so down on himself. She pushed the door the rest of the way open, stepping in and smiling at him. "Oh, hey."

He blinked and jumped half out of the chair he was in. "Psyche! I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone." He moved to gather his things. "I just . . . it's nice to have someone to talk to who won't judge, you know?"

She nodded. "I do know. And, well, don't worry. You can stay - Barricade and I tell each other everything." She dropped gracefully into the other chair, crossing her legs gracefully. "So, tell me about this girl you like - I overheard a bit when I was coming up to the door. Gorgeous, and perfect, eh?" Her tone turned a little teasing, "If Thunderbolt hears you talking about someone else like that, she'll throw a fit!"

~ ~ ~ ~​

"Ugh! This stuff smells like the inside of a Martian bathroom!" Bantam held his nose with one hand, carrying a trio of paper bags in the other, the bag held at arm's length.

Shadow shook his head. "That's the idea, man!" He himself had what looked like a piece of shadow covering his nose and mouth, letting him breath without gagging. "Stop dragging your feet, the sooner we get these delivered, the sooner we can shower."

Ice Princess was waiting outside the cafeteria with a pile of trays in her hands. "Come on!" she hissed. "I've had to explain to two staff members why I'm waiting out here, what took you so damn long?!"

Bantam held the bags, out, and she thrust one tray after another at him. "We had to take the long way - this stuff reeks, we couldn't risk passing anyone who'd smell it." He dropped one bag on each tray, which she promptly covered with a lid.

Shadow had two bags in each hand, and slipped them onto trays as well. "Yeah, well, it'll be great." The last two lids dropped into place, and he put one hand to the shadow over the lower part of his face, pulling it away like a piece of cloth and shaking it from his fingers - it quickly disintegrated in the light in the hallway. "Heh heh, the scrubbers catch everything - stardust and regular dust, methane and that shitty-ass fine moon dust." He rubbed his hands together, then winced at the smell that the motion and heat brought up. "Our boy scout won't imagine that the stars would smell like this!"

Rolling her eyes, the white-haired girl put her hand briefly on each tray, which quickly coated in a light shimmer of frost. "That'll last about three hours in the average ambient temperature. So let's go, boys, and deliver their gifts."
 
Safari just looked down at the covered tray that was in front of his door with an incredulous expression. "...I'm actually disappointed," he said to no one. "I mean, what am I, new?"

He sighed and flowed into a compact feline form; a bobcat walking about the tray and inspecting it carefully. It was iced over to prevent whatever was inside from getting out...that said something that smelled to him.

Safari shifted back up to human form and picked up the covered tray carefully, "Really. That Shadow boy's obviously never played chess." He grinned and walked off with it, "Better get to Silverbolt first; boy'd get a mouthful of whatever this is before he could even smell it."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

"All right, everyone," Zenith was addressing his team as they prepared for a training exercise in one of the domes. "Today we're going to make it simple. The object of the exercise is to-"

He cut off as one of the computer terminals set into the wall suddenly and inexplicably burst into flames. Everyone stared for a moment as it roared; save for Zenith who was already in motion to put the surprise inferno out. He reached it just before the fire suppression system kicked on; sprinklers popping up from the walls and ceiling and starting to spray.

"What's-oh, GOD!" Ice Princess shuddered and staggered back, putting a hand over her mouth. "Oh, God, this..what is this stuff? It reeks!"

The water spraying out onto all of them and coating the dome was slightly discolored and it stank; a horrible fetid and somehow dusty stench. Bantam's shoulders were heaving, "I had my mouth open!"

Shadow pulled darkness up to cover himself completely to block out the stink...except that it was already in his hair and on his skin. "This...this is that stuff we...but...but..."

The computer terminal that had caught fire and triggered the sprinklers had the final message that had come to it frozen on the screen. It read simply, "Be seeing you."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Titan all but screeched to a halt as the airlock to the tunnel that led to the practice dome opened. "Oh." Theta and the rest of her drenched team were there, staring daggers at him. Zenith was absent, having stayed behind to check the systems and start the clean-up. "Uh, Theta, I'm sorry, I didn't know tha-"

The sound of her hand striking his cheek rang out through the nearby area, the slap augmented with a tiny mental smack to give it the right impact, jerking his head to one side more out of surprise than anything else. "Correct, but insufficient. Entirely insufficient!" Her voice was cold and utterly furious. "This cannot be bridged by any fraternization we have engaged in. Now clear the way!"

Titan stared at her in shock and genuine hurt. He blinked a few times and then stepped aside. Theta sniffed and tossed her head, making Ice Princess wince as her stink laden ponytails slopped against the white haired girl's shoulder and spattered her with odor anew. The group marched past him, giving him a series of dirty and/or murderous looks.

He felt that gentle mental brush again. "My hostility is largely insincere but this latest shenanigan has gone too far. Had I been included in the planning process I would have been able to intercept and prevent this series of events from occurring. As such, I must be perceived as having broken off friendly relations with you for a time." There was a pregnant pause and he could feel her disgust and anger in the thought, "And I am genuinely angry and also do not wish to truly project that onto you. Thus it would be wise to suspend our experiences for now. I regret the necessity." And then she was gone from his mind.

He stared after the group. She hadn't even given him a chance to think anything back or...damn it. Titan turned back to the entrance they'd left and went in. He wanted to just shrink as small as he could and huddle somewhere to feel small, hurt, and alone. But instead, he'd ask Zenith to let him clean up the mess. It was only fair; he'd caused it after all. Or at least he felt like he had.
 
"You did what?" Psyche's face was incredulous. They were joking; they had to be. "No. You didn't do that, that would be incredibly . . . ." The grinning faces around her were no longer telling her that they had been that stupid. Oh, god. Oh, GOD.

"What? What's wrong, they were gonna do it to us!" Hotshot's face was defiant, and a little confused. "We just did it better, that's all!"

Psyche sat down on the arm of the couch. "Okay, let me explain what you just did, and how it will look to everyone who matters as far as discipline. You took scrubber detritus, contaminated a dome's water supply with it, started a fire on highly sensitive electronics, caused a false fire alarm as a result, and drenched your classmates - and most likely Zenith - in the contaminated water." She ran a hand through her blond curls, leaving them a little messy. "Do you see why people will be upset?"

There was silence that met her, and she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Why didn't you talk to me or Thunderbolt about this before you did it?"

Safari looked abashed. "We . . . wanted to get it done fast, surprise 'em with it." He hadn't thought of the plan quite that way. It seemed very poorly considered, in retrospect.

Standing up, the pretty blond shook her head. "Well, that certainly surprised them. Get changed, and come on."

"What? Why are we changing, and where are we going?" Hotshot was subdued now, the fire in her eyes half of what it normally was.

Psyche paused, one hand on the door. "They won't know - or care - that it was just you. We'll all be punished for it. Which means we'll be cleaning up the mess you made. I don't want my costume to stink, and I'd rather get it over with sooner rather than later."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The others had joined Titan in his labors, scrubbing the walls with special solvent and popping apart the computers to sop up the fetid water that had soaked into them. When they were done, a few of the technopaths would come in and try and fix the systems, but until the stink was gone, no one wanted to be inside the dome for very long.

Achimi found them there, her face stern and angry. "I cannot believe that this seemed like a good idea," she rumbled, her normally husky voice thick with anger. "This . . . these pranks have gone too far. Psyche, did you-?"

"She didn't." Achimi's head turned to Safari, who had pulled his head out of a computer terminal. "We . . . it was me, and Silverbolt, and Hotshot." He glanced guiltily at the others. "Psyche, Thunderbolt, Shen, and Titan weren't any part of it."

There was an appraising look on the Amazon's face as she looked at him, and she nodded. "Thank you, Safari." She turned her gaze to the blond, who was on her back, scrubbing underneath one of the console stations. "Psyche, thank you for taking the initiative on this. You're almost done, but when you're finished, I want you to come to the big meeting room on the first floor of your dome - all of you."

Psyche poked her head out, and nodded. "All right, Achimi. It should be . . . about half an hour, and then clean up."
 
Both freshly showered and scrubbed teams were assembled in the auditorium of their residential dome; seating in the front row with several empty seats in between them. Achimi's team, Psyche and Hotshot in costume and the others in a fresh change of "newb suits" were on the left and Zenith's team, Shadow and Theta in costume and the rest dressed akin to the other new students.

Achimi and Zenith stood on the stage, both looking over their charges with stern expressions. Achimi tilted her head slightly and Zenith caught the motion, raising an eyebrow. Then he nodded. The blue and gold clad super human spoke, his voice carrying clearly and boldly across the distance, "Achimi and I need to talk about this privately, so we'll be stepping in here for a few minutes. However, it's important that you all know that we are holding every one of you responsible for this incident. Some may be more responsible than others, but this wouldn't have gotten here without mutual and continually escalating antagonism. You're all to blame, so you'll all be punished."

With that, he nodded and jumped off stage before walking up to the private booth at the back of the auditorium, holding the door open for Achimi. She actually smiled for a heartbeat at the gesture, then they went inside and discussion began.

There was a minute of silence among the students, then both camps began to speak softly to one another in whispers. Titan sighed and leaned back in his chair. So much for having a good first month. Then his heart skipped a beat as Psyche leaned over and put a hand on his forearm, "Hey, I didn't get a chance to say it when we were cleaning but thanks."

He blinked at her, his cheeks a bit red, "Uh, for what? I wasn't able to stop anything."

The deliciously curved blond sighed, twining one curly blond lock around a finger. "No, but you tried. And you went to volunteer for the clean-up and that means a lot."

"Yeah, well, so did you," Titan said with a smile. "Great minds, right?"

"I don't know," Shadow suddenly said in a loud voice, "I'll ask them." The young man got to his feet to face Achimi's team. His costume was all in greys; a body suit with various shadings and gradations marking joints, his gloves and boots, and having a high neck. "What the hell were you idiots thinking?"

Safari scoffed, "Aw, now don't give us that bull. You didn't want us to hit you back harder, you shouldn't have started shit." He too for out of his seat, although in a slower, sinuous motion. He was tense however, his body ready to move. "You started this fight, don't be mad when you get hit back."

"Please!" Ice Princess was on her feet now, sniffing disdainfully, "Don't push this off on us, hick. You're the ones who went too far." She stepped up beside Shadow and crossed her arms over her chest, her expression aloof. "You over stepped your place; we shouldn't have to pay for that."

"Fuck that, you cunt!" Hotshot exploded out of her seat and might have actually flown at the other woman if she hadn't been grabbed by Psyche, "You gave me frostbite, have you forgotten that? You started off by attacking me! You're lucky we went with pranks, you deserved an ass kicking!"

The seats were generally being emptied now, both teams facing off on either side of the main aisle. "Ass kicking? You want one, come and get it. We all know you couldn't take us." The speaker was a member of Zenith's team that they hadn't met yet, though they'd seen her. She was tall and muscular, a lovely amazon of a girl, lush and pretty but strong. Her skin was a vibrant purple-pink and was slightly shiny, almost like hard candy. "Most of you have weak powers, and you've got a few weak people too."

Thunderbolt smiled sweetly, "Want to step up and prove that, Gumdrop?" People in the room started moving their jaws as the air pressure in the room suddenly changed.

"It's Jawbreaker," the other girl growled, her hands flexing into fists and taking a step forward.

"It'll be Jawbroken if you take another step," Silverbolt retorted. "You won't even see it coming."

"Y'all started this mess," Safari said, his eyes flat and unfriendly, "and we finished it for you. You want to start something right now...well, we'll finish that too."

"That's enough!" Psyche's faerie wings beat madly as she fluttered between the two groups. "Aren't we all in enough trouble? This is exactly what Achimi and Zenith were talking about!" As she spoke, she unleashed her power and released pheromones to induce calm and lethargy. She hoped, anyway. "And in case you hadn't figured it out, they didn't go in there to talk. They went in to watch us and see what we did! And you all are just making us look worse!"

Theta nodded, also stepping out into the middle. "That is an accurate assessment of this situation. Emotional and insecurity based epithets not withstanding, if we wish to demonstrate maturity and that we understand the gravity of the situation, we should all return to our seats."

"Princess, come on." One of Zenith's team stretched his torso our impossibly over to where the haughty young woman stood, putting his hands on her shoulders. He was already a lean youth, and the stretching made his body look almost in danger of snapping. "We'll show them up some other way, right now we'll just get in more trouble."

She looked at him and then sniffed again, "You're right, Longarm. They're not worth it."

"Yes, they are." Zenith's voice drew the eyes of everyone in the room, save for Achimi who stood beside him. The two mentors had come out at some point, unnoticed by the others. "They deserve their respect, as you deserve yours. But for now, seeing that fighting them won't help will have to do."

"But since you all have so much energy, we'll get started on your punishment." Achimi started pointing, "Safari, Shadow, Ice Princess, Hotshot, Silverbolt, and Bantam; you're the ones who made the worst mess so you'll deal with the worst mess. You six will be cleaning the scrubbers for the whole facility over the next month." She looked over the others, "The rest of you are going to have your hands full as well. All free time from here on out will be spent working on the grounds. You all endangered the Academy, now you'll be making it better."
 
"A month of this," Hotshot said, her voice muffled through the mask she was wearing. "I can't fucking believe it, what a load of horseshit!" It was bad enough that she had to spend time doing this, with someone she barely knew except as an antagonist, but she was tired enough - and self-conscious enough about the stench - that she hadn't had any kind of 'fun' since the punishment had started.

Bantam shrugged, lifting another bag from the pile they'd already moved and handing it up to her. "We . . . hell, Sparky, we all fucked up big." She'd surprised him with her strength already, carrying almost as many bags of the nasty debris to the compactors as he had. But the complaining! Jesus, yeah, it sucked, but didn't she get it?

She paused, the bag poised over the chute where it would tumble down into the waste processing section. "That may be," she said slowly, "the first time I've heard one of your team say that 'we all' fucked up, instead of just blaming us."

He shrugged again as she dropped the bag, waiting for him to heft another one up to her. "It's pretty clear - but you can bet your fine ass that Shadow won't ever admit it." He grabbed the last bag and handed it up to her. "I mean, going back to my room smelling like this every day for a month?" The stocky Latino gave her a hand down as he shook his head. "These people are pretty fair, from what I've seen. If they think this is what I deserve for my part in it, then I must have done something pretty shitty, you know?"

There was silence as they walked back to the area where they'd piled the bags of nasty smelling garbage. Then, almost shyly, she said, "You think I've got a fine ass?"

~ ~ ~ ~​

Titan and Longarm looked up at the building inside the dome. "So, we wash these, and we're done for today?" The sizemorph looked at it, then back at his companion. "Doesn't seem too bad, even if we've got to do the others tomorrow."

With a sigh, the elastic teenager shook his head. "No, dude, I'll have to wash these. Strength won't help with the high windows." He wasn't sure why the two team mentors had given them this task - something that was more suited to them sharing the work would have been better. Instead, he'd have to do it all while Muscles McGee handed him shit.

"We can share," Titan insisted, splitting up the buckets and other washing supplies. "Look, how far can you stretch?"

The other boy studied the building. "I can reach the top, but I'll be sore as hell tomorrow," he admitted candidly.

"Good, same here." Titan looked him over. "Listen, it'll go easier if we work together, right? So," he started growing, dwarfing the tall, slender hero on the ground in a moment, "I'll grow about halfway, and you can stand on my shoulders and stretch about halfway, and we don't have to be sore tomorrow."

There was silence for a moment as Longarm took in the rapidly heightening Titan. ". . . Goddamn, that's useful," he muttered. It would have been nice if someone had told him the other guy's powers, so he didn't look like a jerk. "All right, man, let's get to it. We'll finish the top ones together, and then split the others up, sound fair?"

"Works for me," came a voice from above him, and Titan reached a hand down to help the other man up.

~ ~ ~ ~​

This was unpleasant. Not for the first time, Psyche felt herself wondering if, despite what they'd said, she was being punished more harshly for not stopping the whole thing before it began. Really, seriously, how could anyone be this hard-headed?

". . . Don't see why I have to get stuck with you for this," Jawbreaker was saying sulkily. "I'll have to do all the fighting while you worry about getting mud on your dress."

It was an exercise in patience. That's what it was. Why couldn't she have been paired with Theta? At least the psychic wouldn't have been such an ass. "I'm sure I'll be able to help some."

The hard-shelled girl - her skin bright red today - snorted. "Whatever you say, princess."

They were on their way to the edge of one of the domes, where some of the native creatures were burrowing into the base and eating the roots of some of the trees in the orchard. Psyche had actually done this before - the beasts were highly susceptible to her powers, apparently - but the steady stream of why she was just a drag on her partner hadn't let her get a word in edgewise at first. And after that, she hadn't wanted to say anything, just get out there, show the moron she wasn't as frilly as she looked, and get back to her life. "We're here," she said curtly.

Jawbreaker looked around the area they were in. It was fairly sparse out here, the few trees here small and barely deserving of the name. "Right, sure. I don't see shit."

The wings on Psyche's back fluttered in irritation. "Can't you feel it? They're all underground, practically beneath us." She looked at the other girl, and her cheeks colored. "Oh, sorry. I guess you can't feel it." Maybe it was rude; she was sort of past the point of caring.

The red seemed to intensify, and Jawbreaker growled, "Fine, let's see if you're right." She balled up a fist and pounded the ground with it, flakes of candy-colored dust flying everywhere at the impact.

Almost before she had straightened up, there was an unearthly chittering sound, and shapes began to appeared around them, crawling up from the ground as though they'd phased through it. The moon-creatures were about two feet high, and shaped vaguely like moles, with heavy front claws and powerful jaws. Their eyes were large and solid black, contrasting with the pale gray of their bodies that let them blend with the terrain outside the domes.

"Ugh! They're horrible!" Jawbreaker spat, stepping backwards. She didn't see the one behind her, and tripped, falling on her rear with a sound of cracking sugar.

Psyche shrugged. "They're ugly, but it's not their fault." She moved forward lightly, watching as the beasts investigated the bright-red girl in their midst. "They won't hurt you," she said, grabbing one of the beasts from the ground. It hissed at her, but didn't struggle or swipe at her.

One of the ones that was sniffing Jawbreaker had climbed onto her lap, and she was scrambling, trying to get it away from her. Psyche sighed and leaned forward, picking that one up as well. "Look, stay there, I'll get rid of them." She set down the two she was holding, and took a deep breath. What had she used before on them . . . right. Her wings started to beat slowly, and she summoned her powers, letting out a stream of pheromones that would tell these beasts that this place was dangerous, and they should leave.

The small almost-mammals sat up, sniffing the air, then chittered at each other and scampered off towards the end of the dome, passing into the rock as they went. Jawbreaker sat there, looking up at Psyche. "What . . . the hell did you do?"

"Oh, well, you didn't ask, but my power is to make pheromones - the chemicals that make you feel good, or bad, or whatever." She walked over to the other girl and stood there. "So I gave them whatever chemicals they associate with danger, and they 'smelled' them, and went away. Can you walk? You fell pretty hard."

Jawbreaker shifted a little, then sighed. "I don't know. I don't think so, but with enough time, it'll regen. You can go ahead."

Psyche reached down and grabbed the other girl's hand, lifting her to her feet and then turning so that she could carry the candy-apple-red woman on her back. "Rule number 1 is never leave a man behind. I can at least carry you to the main section of this dome, and we can get you a stretcher or something from there."
 
"Look, just do it already."

"No."

"It'll save us a lot of time and effort, just do it."

"I said no. And I said no before, in case you forgot." Safari was scraping down the length of one of the ionizing plates the scrubbers used, the accumulated muck and dust sliding free of the cleaning rod's surface. A gas mask was fitted to his face; his voice slightly muffled and distorted by it.

Shadow was doing the same thing on a different plate; a dark mass drawn up over the lower half of his face in addition to the gas mask he was wearing. "I forgot that you had a freaking brain in your head. Why not?" He looked back at the other man, "You change into a gorilla and we can get this done in half the time with your strength!"

"Yeah, and I get plenty of big lungfuls of this crap," Safari brandished his scraper, "since the mask won't fit an animal face. You forget that? Besides, even if it would, it ain't a smart idea."

Shadow scoffed, "Since when do you know from smart ideas? And why not? Answer the question already."

The other man turned around, "Because when I change, there's a few seconds where the animal takes over. And I'd be an animal trapped in a dark place that smelled so bad it hurt with the guy who put me here in arms' reach. Son, I'd tear you apart or damn well try to before I got control." He shook his head, "I don't like you much, and I wouldn't mind giving you a good sock to the jaw but I won't want to kill you, or even hurt you bad."

"Huh." Shadow sighed and turned back to his work, "Thanks, I guess. Too bad you can't actually be useful though."

"Keep sweet talking me like that and I might re-think my position."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Hotshot came out of the changing area for the cleaners; shuddering. She still felt dirty and could still smell the scrubber gunk. They wore full bodysuit while doing the cleaning but it only helped so much. She'd have to take two or three showers before she actually felt clean.

"If I catch you looking at me one more time," Ice Princess' voice brought her up short and Hotshot slipped off to one side of the door to the lobby area, "I swear I'll freeze your eyes open." The pretty, stuck-up white haired girl was giving Silverbolt a hard look, her arms crossed under her breasts.

"Like there's anything else to look at up there," the speedster retorted. "Besides, I need to watch out for you, how many times have I had to catch you from slipping and falling in some of that crap?"

The cold elemental flushed, "It's dark and hard to see! And you probably just wanted to get your hands on me!"

Silverbolt snorted, "Ha! If I "got my hands on you" Icy, you'd know it. You'd still have a smile on your face."

"You pervert!" She sniffed and lifted her head, "As if! You'd have no idea how to please a woman like me."

"Yeah? Don't be so sure, Princess." He smirked, "Ask Thunderbolt about me sometime and you'll hear differently."

She gaped at him, "You and...well, maybe a bimbo like her but I'm a sophisticated woman." Ice Princess did look him over though, her eyes a bit wondering even though she was still scowling. "You'd need a finer touch with me."

"If you ever got to try me, you'd find out," he snapped, "I'd take you to places you've never been before."

"Ha! You like to dream, don't you," she sneered, "but we'll never know."

Hotshot felt someone approach and looked back to see Bantam coming. He sighed and shook his head. "Those two are either going to fuck or fight before this month is over...and I just wish they'd choose one and get to it already."

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Theta and Shen entered the cafeteria, the general noise of conversation stilling momentarily as the two exchanged a nod and then went to join their respective teams at their tables. The buzz then erupted anew as the on-lookers discussed the situation of the two teams, and those two team members in particular.

Safari looked up as Shen sat down, "So how was it, big fella?"

"Satisfactory," Theta said in response to Longarm's question. "Excellent progress was made."

"That's what you always say, Theta," Jawbreaker shrugged. Her skin was turquoise today. "What made it so great, anyway?"

"She is quiet," Shen shrugged as he lifted a bowl of soup to his lips.

"Thetawave," the telepath corrected her teammate. "His mind is serene."

"Hey, now," Safari said, looking a bit hurt, "If you don't want me to talk to you, then just-"

"Just what?" Finistra stood by their table, her eyes large and dewy, "I'd like to know what I did since you never come talk to me anymore."

Safari blinked, "What? Finistra, Ana, it ain't like that! I don't have no time with all this work in our free time, and training hasn't let up. I-I'd never just-"

"Hee! Poor Ted." She grinned at him wickedly, "You're so easy sometimes!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Titan hit the ground hard; all the harder because he was currently about twelve feet tall. He groaned and started to get up, only for Achimi to leap up and slam a knee into his forehead, snapping his head back into the mud. The rest of the team was strewn about in a jungle-like landscape as well. A silvery blur streaked towards her, only to get hurled up into the air to smack into Thunderbolt as she was swooping down with lightning playing about her hands, both of them falling into the muck.

Achimi hopped down from Titan, "Well. That was one of the worst efforts you've all mustered since we started this kind of sparring."

Hotshot grunted as she heaved herself wearily to her feet, "What do you expect? The only time we aren't training or working is eating or sleeping!" She threw an arm out in an angry gesture, "And all of us have had to cut back on sleep to study!"

The amazonian teacher scoffed, "So? Do you think the enemies you face out there will care about how tired you are? There will be times when you'll be pushed to your limits." She felt a little bad about this; they really were all worn out. But sometimes, you had to be hard. "In case you didn't notice, I haven't called time yet."

"I noticed." A shadow fell over Achimi a moment before Titan's foot slammed down on her, the young man now towering at over thirty feet in height.

"Nicely done," Shen noted, "You realize she's going to make you pay for that though."

As if on cue, the sizemorph was thrown back by Achimi as she straightened up with a laugh, "That's more like it!" Psyche whirled in and she suddenly staggered, her head swimming as she took in a breath of powerful pheromones. "Guh!" Then she was thrown backwards as a wolf-form Safari slipped under her legs and Shen tackled her high to knock her off her feet.

All three of them went down in the mud and wrestled for a moment before the wolf and the anthropomorphic tiger went flying away and Achimi rose with a wide grin, "Better!

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

The bedraggled team rather sullenly and slowly, even Silverbolt, filed out of the training dome and into the waiting sled. They were all battered, bruised, and dirtied, particularly Psyche who'd had the misfortune to get twirled into a wave of mud flung up by one of Thunderbolt's wind gusts and then rolled through a deep pocket on the ground when she crashed.

Achimi nodded as Titan came out supporting the blond who was all but caked head to toe in muck. "You're all probably pretty angry with me right now, and don't want to hear this...but for your situation and your fatigue you did well. You didn't give up and you fought hard. I'm proud."

"Well, I'm not," Silverbolt threw himself into a seat and winced, "You kicked our asses up one side of the dome and down the other. All I feel is bruised beaten, and like I'm going nowhere fast."

"Shut up," Thunderbolt snapped, "Achimi knows what she's talking about, Silverbolt. If she says we did well, then we should appreciate that."

"Bullshit," Hotshot retorted, "We don't need sunshine blown-, uh, in our faces after getting beaten like that."

Achimi frowned. She understood their feelings; it was clear that many of them were close to a breaking point. They had been working them all hard, it was true, and giving them no time for anything other than work, training, eating, and sleeping. Maybe it had been too soon to push them like this.

The month of their punishment period was ending soon and it looked like that was a good thing. "That's enough, all of you." It was also good that this session was at the end of the day. "Go back to your rooms, get clean, and get some sleep."

She looked over at Psyche, who was trying not to lean against Titan and doze off, "Psyche, you got the worst of the mess, if you'd like you can go use the facilities in my office. It's closer and there's extra clothes."

The faerie wings fluttered weakly, "All right." Anything that would get her out of this mud and clean sooner. God, she'd never wanted a shower so much in her life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

"You didn't have to walk me here," Psyche smiled up at Titan as the door to Achimi's office slid open behind her.

The mud spattered young man shrugged, trying to look nonchalant and utterly failing, "I know, I mean, I know you'd have made it fine but...I mean, you seemed so tired and..." He flushed, "And I just wanted to walk you here. That's all." She smiled at that, despite it all. "Do you, uh, want me to wait until you're done?"

"So you can stand around feeling cruddy and catching a cold? No, go back to room and clean up. I'll be fine." She stood up and kissed his cheek, smearing mud on it. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Y-yeah," he said blushing. He watched the door shut and sighed, then turned away and headed off to get clean himself, his limbs feeling leaden and heavy.
 
Psyche had shucked her muddy things, piled gloppily on the tile floor of the bathroom - she'd get a bag for them and clean up the mess later - and turned the shower on full blast before hopping inside. Oh, god, it felt good. It had been a long time since a shower had felt this good all on it's own, and it was . . . phenomenal. She started to hum as she went to work on her mud-caked arms, scrubbing them with one of a stack of washcloths she'd brought in with her.

Outside Achimi's office, one strong, blue-and-gold gloved hand unlocked the door and stepped inside. Zenith had half-expected Achimi to be at her desk, but when he stepped inside and heard the shower, he grinned. That wasn't what he'd come here for, but . . . she did like it when he surprised her in the shower.

He moved quickly through the suite of rooms that made up her office, sliding out of his costume and folding it neatly on one of the chairs in the small 'living room' area. There seemed to be mud on the floor, but he didn't stare too closely at it. The Amazonian woman was exemplary in many ways, but tidiness wasn't one of her strong suits - if she'd been training today, it wouldn't be surprising that there would be some sign of it around.

Psyche had moved onto her legs, her torso mostly clean thanks to the barrier of her costume. There had been some strange trickles of mud-water, however, and she'd worked diligently at getting them off. Dimly, she heard the door open, and smiled, thinking Achimi must have come to check up on her. As the last scrap of mud came free from her legs, the shower door opened. She had her back to it, her pert rear poking up in the air, giving the entering person a fine view of her rounded ass and nicely-framed pussy.

She lifted her head when no words were spoken, her eyes laughing. "What? Don't tell me I've got mud on my . . . ." Her words trailed off as she realized the person standing in the shower door, naked and erect, wasn't Achimi at all. "Oh, god, Zenith!" She straightened and spun, trying to use her hands to cover her body, and lost her balance.

He was a startled as she was, and possibly at least as embarrassed. He should have said something, closed his eyes, when he realized that the sweetly rounded ass and cunt he was looking at were the wrong height, creamy white instead of chocolate brown. But she'd been dripping wet, and looked so damned enticing . . . .

And when she started to fall, the hero in him took over, sliding forward and grabbing her waist, holding her steady. It was a mistake; she felt so good, and her skin was slippery enough that it made it hard to keep a good grip on her waist, so his hands slid all over. The end result was him with a handful of Psyche's ass and her pressed to him in a position that was wholly indecent.

And god, she smelled good.

Her mouth opened, and she looked up at him. "I - I'm sorry, I can't stop it," she said in a soft, husky voice. It took him a minute to understand what she was saying: The smell wasn't just her skin, it was her powers. "I've been so tired, and I . . . I can't shut it off." Her small hands went to his shoulders, stroking lightly over the muscles there, and she bit her lower lip. "I don't think I want to, regardless."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Titan had just finished his shower, wrapped in a towel that was just long enough to keep him decent, when he heard a knock at his door. "Goddammit," he muttered, but his heart wasn't in it. He'd wanted to nap a little before he had to get back to his homework, but . . . maybe it was Psyche. Or Theta.

With his luck, it'd be Silverbolt, with another sordid tale about Ice Princess - who apparently was quite aloof, even while she had . . . well. That was a train of thought he didn't want to follow; it was hard enough looking at the white-haired girl knowing what he knew already.

"Yeah, I'm coming," he called as whoever it was knocked again. He got to the door and yanked it open, one hand holding the edges of the towel together. "What do you wan . . . oh. Hey."

Hotshot waved, her hair still wet from her own cleaning up. "Hey. Um, can I come in? There's something I want to talk to you about."

He nodded. "Of course, come on in. I'll put on some clothes, and . . . ." He trailed off as she shook her head. "What?"

"Look, just let me say it, all right?" Her sharpness faded quickly. "I don't . . . want to talk about it in the hallway."

Titan stepped aside, letting her walk past him into the main room. "I don't understand. What's wrong?" he asked as she sat on the edge of the sofa.

She ran her hands through her wet hair. "God, I didn't think this would be hard." The brunette shrugged. "I'll just lay it out. Okay, so, Psyche and I have been . . . together."

That didn't surprise him, since the biker-girl's attitude toward Psyche had markedly changed since the first day; nothing like a bout of sex to get you to change your tune. But the idea . . . he moved a little, to hide the bulge that had started growing at the thought of them together. "Okay . . . ?"

"And it's . . . pretty fucking awesome. But even with, like, all the toys she's got, there's something missing." Hotshot rolled her shoulders. "She's totally amazing, but it's been months since I . . . you know, with a guy?"

Killing him. She was killing him. "Yeah," he said, his voice coming out a little strangled. "I know."

Hotshot stood up and pulled down the zipper on her jacket, shrugging it off to reveal a very small, thin tank top. "This doesn't change anything, all right? But I just . . . I need a hot, hard, living cock. And I want you to give it to me."

~ ~ ~ ~​

Safari snorted as he started awake. He'd heard something . . . there it was again. Someone at his door. He thought for a moment about just letting whoever was there keep knocking, and going back to sleep, but his better nature got him off his bed and heading almost zombie-like towards it.

The expression on his face as he pulled it open went from disgruntlement to genuine pleasure. "Ana, hey! I didn't expect you today." She was standing there with a tray from the dining hall in one hand, and a six-pack of what he recognized as her home-brewed beer in the other.

"Well, I know you've been working hard, and," she blushed a little, "I've missed hanging out, so I brought soup and beer."

His face morphed into pure hungry desire. "Oh, sweetheart. Soup, beer, and you? Luckiest man on the moon."

She winked. "There may also be fresh-baked bread somewhere in here."

"Moon, nothin'. Solar system." He licked his lips and stepped to one side. "Get that food in here, gorgeous, before someone comes along and eats it."
 
He felt suspended between moments, his senses and mind reeling from the power of her scent and the sinful delight of her words. She was so lovely, and her body, lush and young, felt magnificent in his arms. God, and what she had said, that even if she could stop her power that she didn't want to...that would set any man alight with desire.

He was a teacher here, she was a student. It would be wrong. But that also made it all the more enticing; the taboo of this illicit possibility. Especially for him, so often seen as a "boy scout" as always taking the straight and narrow path.

Her hands ran along his shoulders once more, soft, eager, but hesitant. They moved down to his chest, feeling along his pecs as Psyche looked up at him with an expression of sweet want, biting her lower lip. He felt his resistance crumble and he smiled. "I don't want you to stop either," he answered. "I should, but I don't."

She let out a cooing purr as his lips claimed hers and her arms went about his neck, fingers sliding through his auburn hair and pulling him into the shower's stream with her. His strong arms tightened about her, the hand on her ass squeezing and groping her sweet flesh, the other stroking her back as they tasted each other.

The kiss broke and she licked her lips, her breathing heavier in the best way. God, this was really going to happen. The world's premier hero and he wanted her. Her power was helping but she wasn't strong enough to force someone with his strength to do anything, which meant that he wanted this too. He wanted her.

His hands shifted on her slightly and she let out a gasp that became a moan as he picked her up with ease and lifted her, leaning her back so that her breasts were in his face. "You're gorgeous," he said in a throaty tone, "and your breasts are just magnificent."

He lowered his head to them, kissing down the slope of each and then starting to lick and tease her nipples. Psyche cried out and arched her back, pressing them more firmly into his face as he worshiped and feasted on her huge, lush tits.

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Titan stared at her; unable to believe what she was even saying. "You...I can't have heard what I thought. I-"

Hotshot smirked, cutting him off by stepping up and cupping his growing erection through his towel. "You heard me. I want dick; a real, hard cock just like this one." He shivered at the feel of her almost phantom touch and her smirk grew. "And I want yours. You're...my, you know, my friend." She flushed at that admission but went on, "And you won't be a tool about it later or fall for me or some stupid crap like that." She leaned against him and let out a soft almost moan. God, he was warm! And felt so nice and strong.

He didn't know if he could promise that last part, but while he did think she was sexy and liked her, falling for her...probably wouldn't happen. "Hotshot, Kelly..." He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. But she arched her back and her pert little tits pressed against him and he groaned. "Oh, God, you feel good."

"I know that spooky redhead's cut you off," she said with a hungry smile, "and I've caught you checking me out when we train together. I know you want me, and I want this," and she squeezed his manhood through the towel, drawing a gasp from him. "So, what's it going to be, boy scout?"

He didn't know what to say, though he knew what his answer was. So instead he just put his arms around her and kissed her. He felt her stiffen for a moment and then she relaxed and kissed back, her tongue abruptly pushing past his lips and into his mouth.

She pulled back and gave him a knowing smile, "I knew you couldn't say no." She gave his dick another squeeze and stepped back, "I want to see. Drop it."

Titan took a deep breath as the punker girl sat back down on the couch and bit her lower lip, her eyes bright. God damn. He let the towel fall to the floor and felt his cock surge in anticipation of what was coming.

Hotshot's eyebrows rose and she pursed her lips, "God, you've got a hot looking dick. You're not even fully hard, are you?" She licked her lips, "You're full of surprises, boy scout." She stared openly, a flush on her cheeks. Then she leaned forward, her hands flexing. Bring that monster over here. I want a closer look."

He walked over to stand in front of her and smiled as she looked at his cock with greedy astonishment. The she reached out to wrap a hand around the base of his shaft and he gasped, breath hissing out of him. "Fuck...thick and hot, just touching it feels great." She leaned in and her pink tongue slipped between her lips to run over the head of his dick, making him cry out. Then she opened wide and took the head and an inch or so into her wet, warm mouth, moaning around it as she started to eagerly suck on his throbbing pole.
 
Psyche had known that Zenith was strong, but it was totally different to feel him lift her like she weighed next to nothing. He felt amazing, strong muscles over smooth skin; here and there on his torso her hands felt what was clearly an old scar, the smoothness different from the rest of him. And as her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel the head of his cock just brushing against her ass and cunt as they shifted. It was delicious, just as good as the incredibly sensual feeling of his mouth and tongue on her breasts.

She could feel his hands steadying her as he nuzzled and kissed her tits, feeling safe in his arms. God, did he know what he was doing! The blond moaned, her eyes closing at the feel of his strong mouth sucking on one of her sensitive nipples. "Hell," she breathed, "Zenith, you feel . . . god, so fantastic."

He lifted his head from her breasts, giving her a smile. "You feel amazing, too, you know." His hands massaged her ass where they kept her lifted, "This sexy body, it's incredible that you don't spend every minute getting fucked," he breathed into her ear, making her shiver. And as he spoke, the red-haired man moved his hips slightly, pressing the head of his cock against her wet, searing hot pussy, making them both groan.

The petite girl arched her back again, pressing her generous tits against him again, shifting so that her pussy was positioned just right over his cock. "It's not like I'm not trying," she teased, kissing him deeply. "Please," Psyche whispered, "Zenith, it's been . . . god, so long, days, since I've been fucked, please?"

He laughed, pushing forward just enough for her to feel the head of his cock spread her lips slightly, then pulled back. "Days? So needy, we can't have that." He bent his head to suck on the side of her neck, feeling her shiver again. "A hero can't deny a lady in need," Zenith whispered, plunging forward, feeling her cunt resist for a moment, before the head of his cock slipped inside.

Both of them cried out, the feeling of the penetration so hot and perfect, that Psyche was sure she'd black out. He was so big! Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and she could feel her body welcome his shaft until her pert ass rested just above the hot weight of his balls. "Fuck," she whimpered, "feels . . . amazing, just . . . perfect." Her eyes met his, both of them glazed over with lust and the sensation. "Fuck me," she breathed, her legs around his waist tugging him as far in as he could go. "Zenith, please, I want, need you to fuck my pussy."

The feel of her was almost too much around his cock, and those words, those sexy, hungry words while she looked at him with that innocently sexy face . . . . It was lucky he was a super hero, or he might have exploded right then. "Oh, Psyche," he murmured, "I'll give you what we both need." Zenith pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, hard and fast, feeling her rock against him as he did so. "Fuck this naughty pink slit like it needs to be fucked."

~ ~ ~ ~​

The feel of her mouth on his cock was outrageous, and the way she was obviously enjoying it made the whole scene even hotter. Titan couldn't believe it was real - he'd had dreams about this, and if Psyche, Theta, and Achimi came in dressed as policewomen, he'd know this was a dream. But the moaning around his cock, and the way Kelly's normally tough face looked lost in the pleasure of sucking a cock . . . goddamn, that was sexy.

His hands were resting gently on the back of her head, getting another level of contact without really trying to push her to take more than she was comfortable with. Her hair was as silky as he'd thought it would be, and she was . . . she was talented at this. "Your mouth," he managed, "so good . . . fucking talented."

Hotshot looked up at him, her eyes glimmering with pleasure. She lifted her lips from his shaft long enough to say, "I've had some practice," and tug her tank top over her head. He barely had time to register that she wasn't wearing a bra, leaving her perfectly round B-cups exposed to the air before her lips were wrapped around his cock again, throwing his thoughts into orbit.

One of her hands was busy stroking the part of his shaft she couldn't quite get yet, occasionally sliding down to tease his balls. The other one slipped down her own stomach, unfastening the button on her jeans and pulling the zipper down before sliding inside them. If she'd known he was packing something like this, she'd have jumped his bones sooner!

It took a minute for Titan to realize what she was doing, and when he did, he felt his cock become painfully hard. His cock in her mouth was getting her so turned on that she was playing with herself! He'd thought that only happened in porn. Unconsciously, he started to move his hips, fucking her face gently, almost unable to stop himself from the motion. When the motion of her hand increased between her legs, he grinned wickedly. "Oh, you like it when I do this?" he asked, pushing further into her mouth.

Hotshot nodded as best she could with her mouth filled with cock, and looked up at him almost pleadingly. "Did you want me use your face?" he teased, "Fuck this pretty little mouth, make you gag on my cock?" Her fingers tightened on his balls, a little reminded not to take things too far; the moan around his shaft, however, told him that a little force wouldn't be out of place here. "I think you like that idea," he breathed, gripping her hair a little more firmly before pulling her head forward.

His grip wasn't tight enough that she couldn't resist, but her head went forward, pushing his cock all the way into her mouth and down into her throat. She tried to swallow it all, but wound up gagging around it; when he let go, she pulled back slightly, breathing hard. "Fuckin' . . . shit, I want . . . want to try again," she said, her eyes lit with a fire he recognized. "Won't give up til . . . I can deepthroat the whole damn thing." And she meant it.

Titan reached down and pulled her to her feet, though his cock wanted him to do nothing more than shove it back down her hot little throat. "Take off the rest of those clothes," he said huskily, one hand closing over one of her breasts, "and I'll return the favor while you try to take it all."

She looked at him, almost amazing. "Holy hell, Boy Scout," she said, pressing her tit more firmly into his hand. "I never thought . . . you've got some great ideas," Hotshot went on, reaching down to tug her jeans and panties off her legs. "And then . . ." her hand went to her shaven pussy, fingers slipping between her lips for a moment, "mmm, it'll be time for the best part."
 
Hot water still sheeted down on the joined, joyously moving bodies of the two heroes but neither really acknowledged it. They barely even felt it; their senses focused only one another and the shocking, sensual fucking that had taken them over.

Zenith could not believe how incredible she felt. Her sex was a slick velvety hand that groped and stroked him as he plunged up into her. His student, someone under his protection and power, and he was fucking her. Fucking her and loving it. It was wrong, but felt so good, so insanely good. His hips pumped up and down, in a steady firm rhythm to plunder her pretty pink pussy. "Psyche, you sweet, sexy girl! Your body feels so fucking good, so perfect, so needy!"

"Ahh!" Psyche was leaning back, her hands on his shoulders gripping so hard it would hurt a lesser man and her legs locked around his waist, letting him see her glorious, generous tits bouncing each time his rod slammed home, see her water slicked, lust filled face, her eyes bright with pleasure. "Yes, just a needy little slut, needs your perfect fucking cock!" It was insane how good it felt, it was like sensual fire was ripping through her, filling her whole body up with sensation and each deep, spreading thrust just pushed more red hot flame into and through her.

Her eyes suddenly flew open and her back arched, "FUCK! Already-nnn!" She trembled in his grip, legs tightening even harder about his waist and her cunt suddenly clenching on his member. A hot flood gushed from her, quickly mixing and washing away in the shower's flow. "Ahh, fuck, yes!"

"Cumming already?" Zenith grinned, increasing the pace of his thrusts, pounding into her harder and faster now, determined to make her cum again and hear her scream this time. "Fuck, you are needy! Then you'll have it all, Psyche, all I can give you, know you'll love, fucking adore every second of it!"

"Yuh-yes, God, yes, I will, I do! Love being fucked, love cumming on a big, hard cock! So amazing!" She was panting, her body rocked with each powerful, deep thrust. "Never fucking came so fast, not even on Achimi, your cock, so fucking good! A miracle!"

Achimi? She'd...holy hell. "You fucked your mentor?"

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Psyche beamed, feeling him throb inside her and knowing suddenly just how taboo and erotic all this was to him, beyond even the norm. "Had that big black dick pounding me right here, just like this, but even ahh! Even she didn't make me cum this fast! Fuck, more, please!"

"More teacher cock rammed up your pussy?" God, she was magnificent! And knew just how to tease even while being fucked senseless. "Teacher's pet, all right, teacher's fuck pet, aren't you, girl?" He pulled back further than before, almost all the way out before ramming back in, "Had the Academy's prettiest little slut wrapped around my cock all along!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~​

Hotshot gasped as she felt a warm, wet tongue push past her lips and rasp deliciously over her sex, "Ohh, like that pussy, don't you, Boy Scout? Get it good and ready for thisss," she teased, squeezing his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. But first, she was going to make him cum with her mouth, after taking it all in. She should have been able to do it before. Now, it was a matter of pride.

She was laying on top of Titan, the two of them stretched out on his bed. Her thighs rested on either side of his face; his tousled brown hair moving as the eager young man licked and explored her smooth, hairless sex with zeal.

He groaned into her as she shifted on him and then a moment later, he felt wet warmth engulfing the head of his cock. She bobbed up and down on it for a few moments before she sank lower; her lips sealing around his shaft and stretching as she took more of him into her mouth. Fuck! God, she knew how to suck a cock! How often had she done this? He had a sudden mental image of her before they'd met, going down on band members in bars or the backs of their vans and he groaned again.

She smiled as best she could with her mouth full of hot, pulsing cock meat. His pre-cum oozed into her and she swallowed it down. She pushed deeper, taking more of him in, slowly and carefully pushing that monster dick into the back of her throat.

Then she squealed around his pole, the vibration sending a thrill through him, as his tongue found her clit. He chuckled and started to lick and lap at it, lashing her pearl with the tip of his tongue. She pushed down again, only to let out a muffled yelp as she felt two probing fingers push into her ready cunt. She writhed on top of him, his cock suddenly gagging her. Her throat convulsed on it before she pulled up and back, gasping for air as it came free of her mouth, slick with her saliva and glistening, "Fuck! Dirty bastard! Uhhh, ohh, sweet mouth, Boy Scout, but-hnn! Mine's better! I want you to cum in my mouth, give me that sticky, creamy jizz. Fucking hell, I've missed how it feels, how it tastes..."

She opened wide and impaled her face in his cock, taking all that she'd had before back in with a single plunging motion. He let out a hissing breath before starting to lick faster at her clit. God, she was so fucking amazing! And she wanted to swallow his cum? So fucking hot! He'd give it to her, every drop, but he wanted to make her cum first. He teased and pleased her sex, trying not to groan as he felt her sink down and finally sheathe his whole cock in her wet warm mouth, her triumphant cry sending shivers through him, muffled and transmitted by his dick.
 
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