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Libertina and Justice - Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-12-01 06:57:05 +0000 UTCStory
Written by HikerAngel
A new 5ish part story I'm cooking up! I think this one will have some multiple choice prompts in the future, so look out for those!
Tina Garcia floated into the kitchen—she was stressed and not in the mood to focus on culling her strength enough to not shatter the wooden planks beneath her bare feet. She swept the clutter of newspapers aside from the kitchen table—ones depicting her various escapades as the legendary superheroine Libertina—and onto the floor to join the mounting pile of useless journalism that was “gifted” to her house over the course of a year. It had been a veiled—and failed—effort by the dedicated staff at her advertising company to keep her up to date with the latest hit pieces and anti-superhero propaganda so that she could avoid slipping into potholes, and accidentally give fringe conspiracy theories more legitimacy.
Not like it mattered. Not like any of this shit mattered. People would hate her regardless of what she did. Attacks from both sides calling her a “tool of the police state” and a “tool of the deep state” would blend together until they were the same to her. She needed a distraction in her life.
Ding!…… Ding!
Unfortunately for her, she just had to turn her spur of the moment distraction into “a date”. A date that she was simply not interested or prepared for in the slightest.
Heyyyyy Tina! I’m on my way there! About 20 mins out, I think! Ur driveway is pretty long.
I brought wine! Not sure if u can even get drunk, but it’s worth a shot lol.
Two more texts from that guy she had agreed to a date with earlier that day popped up on her phone. Trent was his name? Trevor perhaps? Whatever. She had been out of the dating scene for a while and based on that second text, this guy seemed like a bit of a tool anyways. She considered not letting him past the gate in the first place, and then play the silent game until he eventually got the hint and left. Why she even allowed herself to become distracted by meaningless, unfulfilling crap like this was still a mystery to her.
Considering she was adorned in nothing more than a one-size-too-small tank top and panties that hugged her hourglass figure like it was painted on, she wasn’t exactly dressed for dinner. If she didn’t constantly look like she had waltzed off the pages of Playboy magazine at all times, with perfectly windswept blonde curls no matter the weather and piercing blue eyes that rivaled renaissance paintings of the sky, one could even describe her as ‘gremlin-like.’ Then again, she knew she was pretty, and had no misgivings about weaponizing it frequently. Tina knew there wouldn’t be much controversy, even if she turned down a 7/10 guy at her doorstep.
Regardless of her eventual decision, one thing was for certain: she needed food in her stomach. Channeling her superspeed, she popped two pieces of toast in the toaster and pulled out the peanut butter and jelly. Unfortunately, no amount of personal time dilation could bring her toast to completion any quicker. So, much to her chagrin, she was forced to be alone with her thoughts for a whole minute!
Thank goodness for social media.
And so began the endless scroll of her socials. Whatever small amounts of enjoyment she could extract from funny memes were quickly overwhelmed by depressing facts about the world that even she couldn’t do anything about. She found herself returning to that familiar doom spiral, lamenting that both the corporation that managed her finances and the US government forbade her, and other lesser heroes, from tackling certain issues that would actually make a real difference in the world!
Wait a minute. She hated social media!
Ding!
Much to her delight, that was the sound of her toaster and not her phone.
Now free from the purgatory of toasting, she returned her perception of reality to her preferred speed setting. Her buxom body became a blur as she plated the peanut-buttered-and-jellied toast in a second flat. She could’ve done it faster, but she liked her toast cut in triangles and was very nitpicky about the precision of the cut.
Now finally sitting down before a clean table and food on her plate, she was ready to enjoy a little moment to herself. Unfortunately, a unique tone chimed from her phone, an all-too-familiar one she couldn’t ignore, like the one for what’s-his-name’s. The name of “Director Tanya Harding” was important enough to warrant their own unique font on Tina’s phone, and the message was equally as important as it was irritating.
Report in. There is an unidentified car approaching your house.
With a roll of her eyes, Tina paused her meal before it had truly begun. As the director of both the FBI and her personal advisor, Tanya was someone she couldn’t just leave on read.
Libertina reporting. The hero began her response text. Don’t worry about him. He’s harmless. Just some date I picked up. He’ll be gone by sunrise if he’s lucky.
A response jingle was heard soon after, but the great Libertina didn’t bother to waste her time looking. Whatever Tanya’s response was, it didn’t really matter. Tina slipped her phone back where it belonged—into her cleavage—promising herself to, under no circumstances, retrieve it before next morning. While most of her pants did not have pockets, she was blessed enough to possess nature’s pouch. C-cup breasts that could ricochet a bullet proved to be the safest place for important objects, so she defaulted to the place frequently. It certainly helped that the vibrations of ignored messages tickled her flesh in a rather pleasing way.
She had been so caught up with the last message that her enhanced vision had failed to notice a tiny black splotch that had attached itself to her toast. It went further neglected as she finally took a bite of said toast, allowing it to disappear behind her wall of perfect, white teeth.
Tina sighed contently as the simple salts and sugars of her meal reminded her of simpler times. Oh, how she yearned for her childhood before her powers had developed, where her biggest problems consisted of whether or not she would get every present she wanted for her birthday. Now, the stress she felt on a daily basis was giving her a migraine.
In fact—today’s migraine was particularly egregious. She had just put some food in her stomach, why was her head hurting so much? She sat up from the table and floated to the sink to get some water, but couldn’t bring herself to move any faster than a crawl. Her splitting headache only seemed to spike with pain whenever she attempted to tap into her superspeed, which unfortunately meant she had to settle for the preferable torture of gradual, rising pain that came with the trudge to the sink.
Her vision was beginning to fade as she placed her head under the faucet, messily gulping down as much water as she could muster. When that didn’t seem to help in the slightest, she screamed in frustration, shattering the glass countertop in her nearby dining room.
Going back on her own promise from earlier, she retrieved her phone from her breasts with the hand that worked and frantically searched for Director Tanya’s number. However, before she could unlock her phone with her thumbprint, her thumb went numb. Her phone then fell to the ground with a loud smack as her entire right hand followed suit, embracing the numbness. It felt as though her arm was asleep, completely unresponsive to any input. It wasn’t even pain that prevented her from accessing it, her limb was simply severed from her nervous system.
She was forced to brave further pain as she bent down to retrieve her phone with her left hand, fingers trembling like a wind chime as she jumped through pages and apps to reach her contact list.
Despite feeling like her nerves were being thrust into an industrial shredder, she managed to hit the call button for Tanya. Unfortunately, her sleepy arm decided to wake up against her command, gripping her phone again with such force that she crumpled the metal and plastic like an empty soda can. The device stuttered, sputtered, then died.
Tina wanted to scream, she didn’t care if the entire west coast was rudely awoken to her agony, but her traitorous hand clamped itself around her throat and refused to let go. She attempted to counter her right hand with her left, only to find that it too had become unresponsive, likely to turn on her at a moment’s notice.
Out of desperation, she slammed herself into the floorboards hoping the force would shake her strangling hand off, but if her flying brick of a body could take a missile point-blank to the skin without so much as flinching, some stitched-together wood wasn’t going to do much to help.
The situation only worsened as her legs gave out in one fell swoop, refusing to respond like the rest of her limbs. Now she was face-down, helplessly choking herself with no savior in sight. Her powers were failing, her consciousness was fading and there was something encroaching upon her brain, poking around her synapses and neurons like a dumpster diver salvaging anything useful. Whatever this thing was inside of her head, it knew that her kryptonite was the strongest element known to man. Not diamond, kevlar or even something beyond earth—it was Tina herself.
What little vision she could manage faded entirely as an encroaching inky darkness consumed the whites of her eyes. Then, once the encroaching blackness engulfed her sclera entirely, any struggle she could muster ceased entirely and she collapsed, falling completely stiff.
Then, silence. If Tina could scream, she would’ve, but now a force far beyond her own hand was preventing her.
Suddenly, without her input, her body twitched with subtle movements as she limply rose up from the ground like a glitchy marionette. The thing was writhing and wriggling around just underneath her skin, claiming territory on her body like a warlord, removing all of her brain’s agency over her form until she was merely a spectator in her own body.
Even though she could no longer feel any part of her body, the pain returned, but only briefly. Soon, not even her pain was her own. The panic of it was replaced with something far more profoundly frightening—her loss of memory. While she no longer had access to any of her senses, the superheroine could still perceive that she was a being named Tina Garcia, who often donned the moniker of Libertina to fight crime. But why couldn’t she remember her mother’s name? The name of her first crush? What was her director’s name again? What was the name of the guy she was supposed to meet tonight—wait, she already knew his name was forgettable.
…What was her superhero name again? …What was her name again? Who was she? What was this? What was ’what?’ Words? What? What. What. What. What. Whhhhhhhhhhh.
Tina was gone.
With nothing left to exist by, disassembled from her own mind, there was nothing left to consider as “Tina” the person. Her body still existed, as did all of its many functionalities, but like one red sock in a washing machine of whites, the color that was “Tina” had been forever altered, stained by the new presence that had taken over her body.
And then her body bolted upright, stumbling about like a newborn that could barely keep their own balance, as if attempting to make sense of this whole ‘having a body’ experience. Each limb took its own time to practice, moving each of its joints and digits like some sort of human boot-up sequence. She laughed, she cried, she moaned and she recited the alphabet forwards and backwards in both English and Spanish, then counted to one hundred in both languages. She floated off her feet, adjusting her speed on the fly and twirling about in the air, quickly adopting the grace of a ballerina as gravity became a mere suggestion.
With the sequence complete, her eyelids shot open, and the inky blackness retreated from her sclera like cockroaches from a kitchen light. One could be forgiven for thinking that she seemed no different than she always had, save for a slight red mark at her neck from where she had strangled herself. But that too, in time, would heal.
~
Now that Texavis-694 was in full control of her first-ever host body, she took a moment to truly calm herself. It had been a hard-fought battle, and the moment where Tina nearly used her detached human antennae simulacrum to contact her superior left the salient parasitic bacteria with major anxiety she was still calming down from. But now, the deed was done. She had conquered her assigned target and now got to enjoy the finest specimen this species had to offer!
But first, she needed to make contact with a superior of her own.
Concentrating, she focused on this greater mass of gray matter known colloquially as a “brain”, manipulating it into generating a small tumor within it that would hopefully go undetected amongst this species’ advancements in technology. That tumor would serve as her direct link in this vessel to the Hive. Texavis-694 didn’t doubt for a second that her space-faring race of conquerors were still superior to the terrans that operated this planet, but conquering their strongest warrior would surely prove a decisive victory for her side.
“Name and identification number,” came a voice from far off into the vast cosmos, projected directly into her head through complex photon translations that transcended lightspeed, receiving as the English language that her new brain recognized.
“Texavis-694. Reporting in from earth,” the subordinate spoke with an eagerness about her. “My entrance into the atmosphere was seamless and my—”
”Your signal appears much stronger. Have you completed phase one of your mission?” The Hivern Queen wasted no time with smalltalk, interrupting her subordinate.
“Y-yes indeed I have, the merge is complete, O’ glorious Hivern Queen!” Texavis-694 replied, finding herself experiencing a new emotion, fear, which appeared exclusive to those of Earth. Her voice faltered briefly as her new blood-pumping vessel increased its output. Quite the strange feeling indeed!
“Good. With your successful assimilation of the human’s most valuable asset, our full-scale invasion can begin. Troops will arrive in thirty terran moon cycles, you will remain undercover and continue this being’s life as normal until our invasion. These humans are social creatures, try to fit in with them.”
“And then I’ll turn on them! They won’t suspect a thing!” Texavis-694 interjected, becoming giddy at the prospect of serving as such a valuable asset to the queen.
The Hivern Queen was less so enthused. “I will forgive that interruption on the condition that you have served me beyond expectation, but do not let it happen again.”
Texavis-694 quickly clammed up, remembering her place as a low infiltration parasite in the hierarchy of the Hivern’s ranks. Usually, her task was little more than gathering information and learning weaknesses.
“Y-yes, my queen! Glory to The Hivern.”
“Very good. Glory to the Hivern.”
With that, the link was terminated, leaving Texavis-694 with the eerie quiet of her new mansion. Back on her home planet, she could only afford a mulch burrow! This was so much more space, even at her new staggering height. The only real comparison would be the Queen herself! But this was no time to be distracted. She had research to do if she wanted to effortlessly slip into her new role as promised.
Much to her delight, a nearby laptop proved to contain all the research she could ever need! Her first foray into the depths of Wikipedia was of her own new body, what each limb did and the intricacies of the female form. It didn’t take her long before she became rather caught up in a self-induced analysis of her own breasts, as a cursory brush past her nipple sent a spark straight to the pleasure center of her brain.
At first, she tried to think nothing of it, but the feeling was so… different. It was electric, like all the feelings of being praised from the Hivern Queen and the patriotism she felt towards her species was condensed into a single surge of concentrated bliss. In that singular moment, the fear of failure and ostracization had completely vanished, as had the voice of self-doubt which usually took the voice of the Hivern Queen in her mind.
It didn’t take long before she was groping her breasts with a feverish abandon. Her adventurous hands eventually trekked down into her panties, finding that the nether regions of her body were even more sensitive than her nipples. Just trailing a finger across the outer folds left her panting like a dog, wanting more. Unable to wait even a moment longer, she gave into reckless abandon as she plunged one, then two, and finally three fingers into her slit, triggering an orgasm that made her body spasm and her legs feel weak. Thank goodness she was already floating!
Wanting more, she started fingering herself at superspeed, her fingers becoming a blur as they pumped in and out. Needing even more stimulation, Texavis-694 started stimulating the one other thing that she knew—her nipples. Now with one hand down furiously pumping in and out, and one groping her generous breasts, she quickly discovered that this combination gave a sensation triple the orgasmic output of what her nipples or pussy could muster on their own.
As several more orgasms wrecked through her body, she soon found her clothes gone, incinerated by the sheer friction of her movements. But Texavis-694 didn’t care, her mind currently set on one single goal: Pleasure.
As she screamed, her body shot upwards like a rocket, effortlessly tearing through the floor above and the roof above like it weren't even there, splinters exploding around her like fireworks.
As if struck by invisible blasts, her body jerked this way and that, eventually downing her from the sky and creating a second hole in the roof right next to the original. Her kitchen became the latest victim of her sexual onslaught as she crashed pussy-first into the granite island. This didn’t slow her down one bit, immediately grabbing the nearest steel chair and contorting it into a Gordian knot as she slammed it into her clam in a desperate attempt to replicate her earlier success. By the time a second orgasm ruptured through her nerves, she had reduced a Thanksgiving’s worth of chairs to scrap metal.
The house looked like a tornado of boulders had been through, but Texavis-694 had never been happier in her life. She was raring to go for a third, but detected a presence just outside the door.
She sat up in a delirium, just in time to hear her doorbell ring off. Knowing the situation around her seemed bad, but not wanting to arouse more suspicion by not answering as soon as she could, she put her superspeed to the test. In an instant, she located her room and donned what she assumed to be approximate “date clothes”—the same type of panties and undershirt she was wearing prior—and still made it to the door in under a solitary second.
“Who is it?” Texavis-694 asked. If it was some sort of human law enforcement, she would have one hell of a time explaining herself.
The voice on the other side possessed a deep baritone, but seemed rather meek. “Um, it’s me, Tristan? We were just on the phone about our date?”
Shit. She had no clue Tina had made plans prior. The imposter hero would just have to play along and hope everything went well.
“Heeeeeey… you.” Texavis-694 said as she opened the door, attempting to be as cordial as possible while flying on the seat of her pants. Fortunately for her new human mind’s sensibilities, the tall, burly man on the other side of the door was quite attractive, so she’d have no qualms with attempting to fake affection, and he seemed excited for a brief moment as the door swung open.
Unfortunately for her, Texavis-694’s clothes were the least of Tristan’s concerns as he saw the state of her frazzled hair, which had gone from wind-swept to wind-tunneled. His concern only raised as his eyes caught a glimpse of the destruction beyond her frame.
“W-what happened back there? Did—were you attacked by a supervillain or something?” He whispered the last part, as if she was letting him in on a secret.
Texavis-694 had no clue what a ‘supervillain’ was, so she instead went with the planned excuse.
“Oh, all that? Don’t worry about it. You were taking a while to get here and I got a bit caught-up fondling myself.”
Tristan found himself blushing as his supercrush’s excuse had accidentally evolved to a full-on flirt. To him, Tina hadn’t forgotten to open the front gate—forcing him to scale a ten-foot fence—because she had forgotten about him, she was touching herself to him before he had even arrived!
“Wh-uh-whwhwhwhwhwhwh… I brought w-wine…” he managed to squeak out, unsure how to follow up what was essentially the sexiest and most powerful woman on the planet confessing to beating off to what was little more than a brief interaction fifteen hours earlier.
When she had first agreed to go out with him, he had half-assumed she was joking, playing some sort of cruel prank on him. But perhaps that was her putting on a face for the cameras? He did ask her out at a charity event, after all…
Tina now seemed totally different… which meant this must’ve been her truest self! She must be expecting this to be the best date ever! He sure hoped he wouldn’t disappoint…
They spent a bit of time chatting and getting to know each other after Tristan was welcomed in. The topics were chosen rather awkwardly, but Tristan expected that at least. There was a bit of established parasociality to their relationship—it was rather awkward dating someone who was on both his social media feed and his favorite breakfast cereal. Not only that, but with the kitchen and dining areas thoroughly decimated, his initial plans of making dinner for her were dashed. Hopefully, his last Hail Mary would prove fruitful.
“Uhh, soooo… I have a silly idea.”
“What’s that, Tristan?”
“Since the living room is still intact, you wanna watch a movie?”
Much to his delight, she seemed overjoyed to accept.
~
“Wow, holy shit! That was really good!” Texavis-694 remarked as the credits rolled. For her first movie-viewing experience, it sure seemed to be the pinnacle of cinematic endeavors.
“Really? I was afraid you wouldn’t get much out of it since… Y’know, you’re already a superhero.”
“Well, yes, that’s true. But I mean, the action! It was so fantastical! And the movie was really funny! Plus I… I really liked the romance between the two leads! Having the girl just be able to snuggle without crushing anything is the dream! Also, the way you made little jokes at the movie’s expense throughout was fun. You’ve got a good sense of humor too, y’know?”
This was good. This was probably what the Hivern Queen meant by ‘fitting in’ with those around her. A relatable moment here, a compliment there. She was already a master at this whole “being a human” thing!
Tristan’s response immediately dashed any hope she might’ve had.
“Really? That’s enough for a ‘holy shit’ from you? Like, it was a good movie, but… I guess I’ve seen a bunch of films do that stuff better. What really sold me was the cinematography and stellar use of practical effects instead of CGI that’ll age like milk in a few years.”
Texavis-694 froze. She didn’t even know what words like “cinematography” and “practical effects” even meant! Fear seized up her joints, leaving her a shivering mess as she racked her brain for vague memories that weren’t hers
And yet, it would be Tristan who would save her from embarrassment, sighing after her face told him everything he needed to hear. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Sometimes I really gotta kill the film bro that lives inside of my brain. You probably don’t watch a lot of movies since you’re so busy saving the world and protecting Justice and stuff like that.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I guess I’m kind of boring in my real life, now that I think about it,” Texavis-694 bluffed, hoping that it would serve as a sufficient explanation. Tristan, now worried he was being too self-centered, didn’t let the line of discussion drop.
“C’mon, don’t say that, is there some kind of movie or game you’d like to watch or play? I’m sure your life is more interesting than you realize!”
This was bad. This was really bad! If she had spent less time exploring her new body and more time researching popular forms of human entertainment, she could’ve turned to that and been done with it! Now, she’d have to make something up without it seeming like she made it up. Maybe she’d have to kill him? It wouldn’t be hard with how effortlessly powerful she was now. But that would only draw more attention to herself if he suspiciously went missing.
With her back against the wall, she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind.
“The remembrance game!”
At least, that was a loose translation of her species’ word for it.
“The… what? I’m not sure I’m familiar with that.”
She couldn’t turn back now. Hopefully, the rules translated well from Hivern to human. “It was a game me and some of my first friends made up in the orphanage. It’s… um… a little childish but I promise it’s really fun!” Yes. Good. That seemed like a plausible origin. Sympathy combined with Tina’s actual backstory. Hopefully, word one of the Hivern’s lesser games hadn’t reached across the stars to Earth. “Basically, you start in a room, any room, and pick a sense and a limb to start with. For example, I’ll use my left arm and my sense of smell—then I’ll say: ‘smells of coffee’ and point to the opened bag of coffee grounds on that table over there. I then keep going until I run out of limbs or senses. Once I’m done, you have to find four different things using the same limb and sense order. Then, you make an order of limbs and senses of your own. You lose if you pick the same sensation twice, if you fail to remember the order, or if you go into another room. Sounds fun, right?”
Judging by Tristan’s puzzled face, she probably could’ve explained it better, but he seemed game to try.
“I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it once we play, but it does sound complex in a fun way!”
Before taking over Tina’s body, Texavis-694 had 36 senses and eight arms to play with, so hopefully the dumbed down edition of five senses and four limbs would still be exciting.
Tristan started off with an easy round. “Hmm, left arm sees the white color of the wall. Right arm hears the humming of the refrigerator. Left foot feels the leather of this couch. Right foot… uh… tastes the umami flavor of that tomato on the counter? I don’t actually have to lick the tomato, right? I can just say I did?”
“Yep! That’s all right! Anyways, now it’s my turn!”
The games had begun. Texavis-694’s supersenses gave her the obvious edge, but she also couldn’t just rely on them as there were many names and concepts she didn’t fully understand. Despite that, her understanding of the rules allowed her to pull ahead all the same.
Tristan really started to have fun once he realized that rapid-firing off his picks all in one go confused her powerful hearing, netting his first successful win when she mistook sound for smell at one point. Texavis-694 followed up with a cheeky win of her own as she slowly whittled down the choices in the room until there were seemingly no original ones left, only for her to float directly up and peer over the lengthy loft that connected the first and second floors of her expansive house, using that to list off her four senses.
“Hey! No fair!” Tristan exclaimed with a laugh as he sipped his wine. “That totally counts as you moving to another room!”
“Nuh uh!” Texavis-694 insisted, smiling smugly as she slowly descended back to the floor. “I didn’t actually go up to the second floor, I just looked into it.”
“Oh c’mon, that’s so cheating! If I walked up those stairs, it would count as me moving to a different room!”
“Yes, but I didn’t actually go into the room, just looked. The same would apply if I looked into an open door.”
“Well, it’s still cheating because I can’t fly like you can!”
She giggled. “Well, then you should’ve thought of that before challenging a supergirl to a game of remembrance.”
The competition only grew more heated as the two found increasingly esoteric ways to get a leg up on the other, culminating when Texavis-694 needed one final sensation to fulfil her left arm and touch. She reached forward and gripped Tristan’s crotch, recalling how such a place broke her concentration. He wouldn’t stand a chance! She’d win this round for sure!
Then, a flustered Tristan retaliated by using his hand to grip her crotch with a similar ferocity, eliciting a soft moan from her plush lips.
“My left hand feels your eager pussy.”
He lifted his knee up to loosely point in her direction. “My left leg smells your lovely perfume becoming tangled with your musk. You’re loving this.”
His other knee lifted up afterwards, mirroring the actions of his previous one. “My right leg sees your beautiful cheeks, how they redden with lust.”
To finish off his opening attack, he thrust his hand forward, grabbing a fistful of plush, pillowy breast. Another moan escaped, this one even cuter than the last.
Texavis-694 had become so caught up in the fun of her game with Tristan that she hadn’t even noticed how calm her heart had become prior. Now, it was speeding up again, but this time it was in a good way. How did he, an opposite-sex member of this species, know where her weak points were? He must’ve had experience!
“H-hey, y-you used your sense of touch twice!” Texavis-694 exclaimed, finding her stuttering return as Tristan refused to let go of her sensitive body parts. “A-and you didn’t follow my order either!”
“Whoops. Guess you win,” Tristan admitted, his voice dripping with sultry sarcasm. “I suppose a girl as cute and sexy as you deserves a reward for that.”
“Nnghhh…” came an embarrassingly cute moan from Texavis-694’s mouth, one not entirely befitting the strong and powerful body she was inhabiting. She knew what words like “cute” and “sexy” translated to in her language, and they had never been used to describe a being as lowly as her before. She found herself yearning for the feeling as soon as it left her, a strange concoction of desire and being wanted.
Tristan leaned forward and locked lips with the supergirl, and while she was shocked at what was happening, she was quick to reciprocate. This… was irregular. She knew it was all for the mission, but was human contact supposed to feel this good? No. It was merely the euphoria of the mission going smoothly. It felt good to enact the Hivern Queen’s will, no other possibilities could make her body this excited. The Queen’s desires were her desires, and no amount of human hormones would change that.
Still, she had to admit—having someone else touch the erogenous parts of her body felt even better than if she was doing it herself.
It didn’t take long before the two of them were falling onto the bed, hastily undoing each other’s clothes—though mostly Tristan’s as Texavis 694 ripped them off in one swoop, exposing his male human anatomy to her. Taking her time to look him over, she quickly noted the differences: Much smaller breasts, less body fat, more muscles, and… she knew it was called a “penis”, but actually seeing it “erect” made her unable to think about much else besides putting it inside of her.
Despite her literally being the celebrity with thousands of internet porn parodies to her name, she almost seemed more eager to fuck Tristan than vice versa. This had been a dream of his for most of his life, but that dream seemed almost quaint. It was as if she had never fucked anyone before.
With how lost in pleasure the superhero was, Tristan was silently thankful he wasn’t on the bottom. There had been too many horror stories of fellow superhumans becoming lost in pleasure and accidentally harming their partners. Tina was not only enjoying bottoming, she was in absolute ecstasy.
Even then, Tristan wouldn’t be getting out of this predicament without a few super-thrills.
Texavis-694 began to rise off the bed as she experienced what could only be described as a heavenly orgasm, her strong and powerful legs wrapped around Tristan, even as he was white-knuckling her body, clinging on for dear life. A firm hand from Texavis-694 reassured her shivering lover, calming him as she begged for release.
Unable to edge for any longer, Tristan came. Texavis-694’s needy womb was filled with fresh human spunk. Her own orgasm dropped both of them back down to earth like a rollercoaster, and thankfully the bed beneath them protected Tristan from any real injury as it softened the blow and promptly snapped the frame in half.
After five whole minutes of heavy panting, the two both collectively agreed to move to the guest bedroom, where they cleaned up a bit and cuddled post-coitus.
“Hey, can I admit something kind of messed up?” Tristan asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
Information. Secret information. This could be useful. His parasitic lover thought. “Of course, Tristan! You can tell me anything!”
“I… didn’t think this date would go as well as it did.”
“Hmm? Why’s that?” she replied. While Texavis-694 had managed to cut down her stuttering, her heart rate was spiking again from the ominous response. Did he suspect something was off?
”Well I… ugh, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it… well… fuck it, we’re both mature adults here and I just really like you so I should get all the bullshit assumptions out of the way. So, uh, I was on a forum a few years ago and they were talking about how you were, well, actually kind of a huge asshole in private… I almost can’t believe how wrong they were!”
Now dread and desire were mixing together within her for a new sensation entirely. Was she too different from her host body’s original personality? Would people catch on to this noticeable attitude shift? Perhaps now was the time she should start acting closer to her original personality?
But… that would mean becoming an asshole to this person who made her feel… happy. He knew how to make her feel amazing, from the sex to even something as small as engaging with her interests.
When Texavis-694 exited her own thoughts to look Tristan’s way, he had already succumbed to slumber, snoring softly as he held her hand in his. The impostor didn’t know what the next thirty days would hold, but she hoped that Tristan would be a part of as many of them.
~
Texavis-694 awoke to the sound of her doorbell blaring off at a frantic tempo from the other side of her mansion. It didn’t seem to rouse the slumbering Tristan who was splayed out along the king-sized bedspread, experiencing the best post-nut sleep of his life. Having normal hearing probably helped.
Even when half-asleep, the imposter hero crossed the entire length of her expansive house in mere milliseconds, all while still having enough time to slip on yet another pair of panties and a tank top. The mild sonic boom silenced the ringing, but Texavis-694 knew that the person on the other side of the door wouldn’t be truly pacified until meeting with her face to face.
Standing on the other side of the door was a tall, orderly woman she didn’t immediately recognize. But once she opened the door and caught an earful of the raven haired woman’s mile-a-minute voice, she quickly pieced together that it was the woman on the phone from last night—her glorified handler, Tanya Harding.
“Finally, you answer your doorbell,” Tanya spoke, her temper short and her pauses between breaths shorter. “First you call me last night, then hang up right before I can get to the phone, then immediately after you don’t respond to my subsequent calls or text messages. I had to ditch the senate hearing I was at and travel across half the damn country just to get here. All I can say is, you better have a damn good explanation for..” she paused as her rage finally tempered enough to actually look at the damage done to the place around her. “And… and just what the hell happened to your house!?!”
Tanya’s crimson red high heels clacked on the fancy wood tiling as she invited herself into the house, pausing to turn about face with an air of dignity and professionalism and close the door behind her. Texavis-694 swallowed a lump in her throat as quietly as she could.
Maybe she could kill her? It wouldn’t be hard… then again, Tanya probably had even more connections with powerful humans than Tristan did. Ugh! Why was it so hard to kill a human and get away with it!?
All she could do was present the facts and hope that Tanya would draw a more reasonable conclusion than she would. She sheepishly blinked away and returned holding the crushed phone in her hand, making sure not to grasp it by the very indents set by her own fingers prior. If that was a detail Tanya noticed, then the conversation would naturally trail in that direction, but Texavis-694 knew better than to give her opponent an edge in discovering a truth. She had been sloppy in her takeover, but she would remain vigilant in tying up any loose ends.
“Well, I could infer that from the damage around me. Jesus.” Tanya then paused to pinch the bridge of her nose and sigh. ”At least that explains why you’ve been missing my calls. Were you planning on reporting all this to me sometime or were you just going to wait until I hauled my ass down here to find out? Hell, I’m still waiting on the explanation for the house!”
“Well, um, I was… having sex with Tristan…”
Humans seemed to be guarded around their sexual endeavors. If she could tap into that she could avoid fibbing and potentially being caught in a lie.
“Tristan…? Is that the date you had over last night? And having sex with him somehow both resulted in you calling me and then destroying your phone alongside your whole house in quick succession? What, did he bring a fucking wrecking ball with him?”
Not good. Not only had the mention of sexual intercourse failed to dissuade Tanya from prying, she was already asking more direct questions that required solid answers. Hopefully, she could keep playing up the embarrassment angle to remain within the realm of plausible deniability. If she told the truth in small snippets, maybe she could take the edge off a bit.
“The house was… different from the phone. I got really pent up and started touching myself before he arrived. Then I got a little too into it.”
Thankfully, she didn’t have to explain further, as Tanya gestured for her to stop with a single raised hand.
“Alright, alright. I got the picture there. TMI, TMI. I’ll call up a cleanup crew tomorrow. I know you have your super-urges sometimes. But even still, you said the phone was unrelated to that?”
“I must’ve… um… accidentally called you when I was having sex with Tristan. Then I got distracted and sat down too hard on my phone sometime after. I was so caught up in the emotion of it all that I didn’t regulate my strength properly.”
Tanya raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t buying it.
“You were… having sex with your pants on?”
Texavis-694’s eyes shifted nervously, a trait that did her no favors in this conversation-turned-interrogation.
“Yeah, I was. That’s not… weird, is it?” she asked, testing the waters with a question that could shed some light on this “sex” thing she was still rather unfamiliar with the greater intricacies of. Hopefully, the differences between her and Tanya as a superpowered upper-class versus a mortal pencil pusher could give her an edge here.
“I suppose it’s not unheard of, but I question why you wouldn’t think to take your phone out of your back pocket or even just take your pants off.”
Tanya continued the line of questioning, knowing that something was wrong here. If she could just expose a few more contradictions, she could probably uncover some semblance of the truth. This wasn’t the first time that Tina had lied to her, but she had never seemed so shifty and nervous about it while doing so.
“Um! Well, Tristan was just—“
“Also, if I recall correctly, you prefer to store your phone in between your—ahem—bosom as it were, much to my annoyance. Why was it not kept there?”
More contradictions to add to the mounting pile. But being a quick thinker even under pressure, Texavis-694 noticed how talk of specifically her breasts had the director pausing. While there seemed to be a social taboo around certain parts of the naked body, that only seemed to reinforce the enticingness of her barely-contained cleavage. Perhaps a distraction was in order…
“W-well, I can answer that one, at least,” Texavis-694 began, hooking a single finger around the stretched hem of her shirt’s collar and tugging downward to reveal even more of her prodigious bosom. “There’s a really annoying rash that I think is developing in between my boobs and that’s why I couldn’t put my phone there like I usually do.”
The super-imposter’s enhanced thermal vision revealed a pleasing sight—Tanya’s face was increasing in temperature, particularly in her cheeks. Texavis-694’s impromptu plan was working.
“I, um, don’t see any sort of rash that you’re proposing, exactly, Ms. Garcia,” Tanya replied, taking a step back to distance herself from the mighty womanly chest before her.
“You’re probably not getting a good enough look. Here, let me help you.” Putting the slightest bit of extra force behind her hooked finger, her flimsy shirt ripped straight down the middle. Now, her full, creamy breasts were exposed to the open air for all to see, only Tanya didn’t have to share the sights with anyone else. “Oops.~”
Texavis-694 noticed how, in the movie she had just watched last night, the superwoman had used a breathy, sultry voice to seduce and confuse her adversaries. It seemed to work wonders on real people too!
“R-really, Ms. Garcia… I-I don’t think you have a rash there,” the director insisted, her voice now the one reduced to stuttering. This only encouraged the parasitic superhero further, with Texavis-694 closing the gap created by Tanya. She casually floated forwards at a diagonal until her breasts were eye-level with the flustered human.
“Maybe you just aren’t seeing it. I think you should take a closer look,” Texavis-694 insisted, her voice adopting a smoldering edge as she leaned further into this dominant angle that appeared effective. Tanya attempted to back up further, only to be stopped by the shut door behind her. “A much, much closer look indeed.”
Tanya’s heart rate spiked, but her body remained motionless beyond that as Texavis-694’s full breasts closed in, consuming the bottom half of the raven haired beauty’s face in their soft perfection.
The government handler had become the government handled as Tanya unleashed a guttural noise very unbecoming of her prim and proper persona. Texavis-694 couldn’t help but giggle as the vibrations from Tanya’s weak moan rippled across her supple flesh.
At this point, Tanya gave up trying to resist and gave into her deepest desires. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment further as she fondled the two mountains of flesh that wet caressing her face.
Now that Texavis-694 had her opponent right where she wanted her, she played into Tanya’s desires further, while retaining that oh-so-precious plausible deniability.
“Maybe I wanted you to come all the way here, my sweet Tanya,” she cooed, rubbing her fingers through the mortal’s raven locks. “Maybe I wanted you here, all to myself. How does that make you feel?”
She pulled away from Tanya, leaving the poor woman begging and whining like a puppy. That seemed to be all the response she needed. Even though this was all to get this nagging Gman off of her back, Texavis-694 couldn’t deny that she was a little aroused herself. This was most definitely her human body adding unnecessary feelings to her actions, but why shouldn’t she indulge in them every once in a while?
“Tell you what, come back next week and I’ll let you explore even more of my body. How’s that sound?”
Tanya made what could generously be described as a squeak, falling completely nonverbal afterwards as she woozily walked away, returning to her car drunk on love.
That… okay, that had worked even better than even Texavis-694 was expecting. She took a long sigh of relief, ready to move on and check the docket for the day—and maybe rejoin Tristan in bed if she had time.
Then her heart skipped a beat as her eyes fell on today’s date from the nearby calendar. In big bold letters, the unmistakable words of “SUPER NuSTARS MEETUP. 4:00PM. DON’T FORGET.”
Looks like she wasn’t out of the social woods just yet…
