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Rachael’s Ascension: Director’s Cut - Chapter 12
🕑 Added 2021-07-05 16:00:01 +0000 UTCCHAPTER 12: FAIRYTALE FINISH...
For Rachael, homecoming night had been a living dream.
Early in the evening, Rick had been a perfect gentleman, as much as was humanly possible. But by nine-o’clock, his chivalrous intentions had melted like an ice cube under the ever-escalating heat of her increasingly sensuous presence. His slyly wandering hands cupping a breast or brushing his fingertips along the narrow trench between her curvaceous buttocks sent shivers of delighted anticipation through her. She’d never felt so powerfully aroused, her body physically yearning to be worshipped, to be pleasured by this virile young man. But she didn’t want to rush things. She still had hours of potion-born improvement ahead of her. She’d gently curled her fingers over his wrists and placed his hands back on her hips, pulling them back to safe territory even though she saw him struggling, his delicious athletic muscles bunching to resist her delicate grip and entirely failing to do so.
Meaning to show him that she didn't mind his roaming hands too much, she held him close and kissed him passionately, her dancing tongue sliding farther past his lips than he thought was possible for girls. The long kiss went on for long minutes as she gently inhaled, stealing his breath, quite literally, away. She felt him squirm like a kitten in her grasp unable to escape her impassioned embrace. Savouring the sweet taste of his lips, she didn't notice the creaking of his ribs or the compression of his lungs until he went completely limp in her arms.
Rachael drew back, startled by the sudden lolling of his head. Rick was out cold. Only momentarily startled, Rachael found herself actually quite aroused to realise that not only was she immensely stronger than her date, but she had nearly snuffed him out with a single kiss! It was still hours until midnight! What had Amanda done to her? How was she already so powerful?!
Still, there were worse problems to have than an evening as a superhumanly strong sex bomb, she thought. Rachel laughed, covertly carrying Rick to the edge of the gym in a series of graceful twirls before depositing his limp form in a folding chair. He gasped and coughed, finally catching his breath. She should have guessed that Amanda’s gift would include superstrength (and superkisses!). Now that she was gaining a better awareness, she could feel a whole complement of super-y superpowers blossoming within her. Mandy seriously had a thing for comics.
Circling back to the dance floor with a lightness in her step that she hoped might soon be levitation, she realized that with Amanda and Caley absent, she’d become the unquestioned gravitational center of the evening’s festivities. Every guy was staring at her, their interest unconcealed now that they saw that her date was benched on the sidelines recuperating from her devastating kiss. Being so desired gave Rachael an unfamiliar feeling. Was it… confidence? Maybe it was! Instead of retreating in embarrassment like she normally would have, she decided to take the initiative, asking another guy she knew from class if he would maybe consider dancing with her. For one song. Maybe?
It seemed he was to be the first of many. Every boy she approached seemed utterly smitten with her, eager to say yes and desperate to not disappoint her on the dance floor. A few crude jerks she sent sailing with a simple shove of her soft palms. The boys who were fun for an entire song got a treat. She finished them off by rubbing up against them before delivering a single chaste kiss on the cheek. Occasionally, for the best dancers among them, she added a much more suggestive lick that sent her would-be suitor crumpling to the ground, rocked by body-shaking ecstasy. Before long, she had created quite the pile of recovering menfolk around Rick’s slumped, slumbering form.
Her confidence growing in leaps and bounds, Rachael eyed some of the girls who had begun to give her furtive glances as well. Delivering one last boy to her collection of spent, slumbering masculinity, she strode boldly toward the cluster of young women in the corner of the hall, her eyes daring as she surveyed her choices.Each young woman she led around the floor gazed at her with adoring eyes. It didn’t take Rachael long to notice that, as she spent even a moment’s time with any of the ladies who had taken the pilgrimage to the haunted chem lab, she quickly gained their best features and surpassed them.
Tammy, president of the Tango club, contributed the most powerfully curvaceous legs on campus. The school’s top swimmer, Breeanna, shared her sleekly muscled build. Dancing with Elizabeth, the leading candidate for class valedictorian, she’d felt her mind suddenly grow swift and insightful, reminding her that genius was sexy too.
Kim donated her long lashes and the healthy gleam of her hair. It was as if Amanda’s version of the potion had a mind of its own, learning from the attractiveness of those around her.
As Rachael spun across the floor with a new partner, Alice’s mouth-watering breasts suddenly met their match—and then some. Rachael even graciously danced with a few of the sullen girls from the formerly school-ruling cheer squad, though they had nothing to offer her improving body but lust-filled gazes and complete submission to her staggering attractiveness...
Nothing to offer her, until she got to Veronica.
Objectively, Veronica was now well below average for this school. She filled out her A-line ruffled miniskirt nicely, but she’d spent all night surrounded by an entire bouquet of far prettier flowers courtesy of the haunted lab. But the other girl’s relative shortcomings meant nothing to Rachael. To her, ‘Queen’ Veronica was still the epitome of teenage strength and beauty, the distant ruler of her former world of awkward days and lonely nights. The girl had been cruel, but also dominant, and rightly so, it had seemed at the time.
At the start of the dance, Rachael had already far outshined her former tormentor. With midnight approaching, there was hardly any comparison now, save perhaps ant and elephant. She could crush Veronica’s fluttering heart with a single word. Possibly a single disdainful look. But Rachael didn’t care about beating her.
She wanted to be with her.
”Hey…” Rachael said, suddenly timid as she approached the glum former queen of the school, the graceful flow of her freshly empowered body feeling instantly awkward as the cheer captain met her stunning eyes.
“Hey.” Veronica answered, no less frightened to have drawn the appraising gaze of an ascendant goddess. The ginger-haired girl was so stunning that even the awe she had felt for Caley at the surf shop where she worked seemed woefully inadequate tribute to this radiant creature.
“Would you… Would you walk with me for a bit?” Rachael asked, suddenly terrified of dancing with her unspoken crush in front of all these people.
“Ok.” Veronica whispered, feeling a heat building in her core so intense that it threatened to take the power of speech from her entirely. Over the course of the evening, Rachael had gone from one of the girl’s last peers to something unearthly, a sinuous tidal wave of beauty that filled her with unquestioning desire.
The two girls left the gym hand in hand, each still struggling for the right words to strike up a conversation. Finally Rachael had an idea, one she was certain Veronica would think was silly. She turned to the other girl, who had begun chewing on her plump lip, her eyes distant in thought.
“Want to see something neat?”
Veronica’s eyes lifted to meet hers, her pupils dilating as she looked into the swirling depths of Rachael’s uniquely colored eyes. She nodded slowly. As she did, Rachael laid a slim hand on the row of lockers next to them and began to walk alongside them with such innate grace that ballerinas who trained for ten years would never be able to match it. She extended a finger as she walked, slashing through the metal doors as if they were made of tissue, using a single manicured fingernail.
“How the…?!” Veronica squeaked, equal parts startled and amazed.
Instead of answering, the buxom redhead reached out and placed her palm over a fiercely bright spotlight that had been set up in the hallway to light the homecoming banner. The glass above the bulb was blisteringly hot, but Rachael ran her fingers over it as if it were switched off. Veronica came over and reached out, but quickly withdrew her reddened fingers before she even came close to touching it.
“That’s not hot to you?!” said Veronica, shaking out her hand.
“I can feel the warmth, but it can’t hurt me.”
Veronica took Rachael’s soft and unresisting hand in hers, running her fingers over it as she examined it for burns. There were none. As she continued to stare at the girl’s silky skin, she found that there were, in fact, no imperfections at all.
“Pretty much nothing can,” Rachael continued. “Nothing physical anyway.” She looked at Veronica hopefully, almost praying the other girl understood her.
“So you’re… like a superhero? I mean, you’re super gorgeous, obviously. But you have superpowers too?” It wasn’t an entirely random guess. There had been rumors about a superhero circulating campus since the day the lab ceiling had collapsed.
Rachael smiled brightly. “Yeah, something like that.” A mischievous smirk flashed across her face, and she blew a puff of warm breath at the floor. It met the girl in a swirling updraft, winding around Veronica, fluttering her dress.
Veronica gasped in startled delight. “So warm! ...Do that again!”
Rachael obliged, Veronica twirling in the humid updraft like a frolicking child. “Harder,” she commanded.
Rachel gradually increased the pressure of her exhalation until Veronica was lifted into the air, still spinning around inside a miniature funnel cloud, eyes closed with a look of complete glee on her face.
Rachael’s lungs finally emptied after about 30 seconds, Veronica touching down lightly from toe to heel as one might expect from an experienced cheerleader.
“I was flying!” Veronica giggled, looking at Rachael like she was the best thing since honey-caramel ice cream. “Wait... can you fly?!”
“I don’t know?” Rachael shrugged nonchalantly. “Probably.” She concentrated for a moment before going up on her tiptoes, then leaving the tiled floors behind completely.
Veronica squealed, glomping onto Rachael with both arms and then pulling herself up until she was no longer in contact with the ground either.
Rachael practically choked on an upwelling of emotion, Veronica’s smaller, slimmer body coiling around hers. She didn’t dare wrap her arms around Veronica in turn, though she desperately wanted to. She had no way of knowing whether the smaller girl shared her feelings and didn’t want to presume. Would Veronica pull away if she knew Rachael was thinking about how much she wanted to do those things with her…?
“Outside!” proposed Veronica excitedly. “Let’s go a thousand feet into the sky! I want to look down on the whole school!”
Eager to please Veronica in any way, Rachael shot down the hallway. She blew the main doors off of their hinges with a single puff from her powerful lungs before they flew out over the front steps. She paused, slowing to carefully wrap Veronica in the safety of her subtly muscled but insanely powerful arms. Veronica clung to Rachael’s body, leaving the sexy redhead almost panting with desire as her secret crush pressed her lithe form to her own. The sensation of Veronica’s long, lean form rubbing against her sent tingles of excitement rippling through the gorgeous superwoman’s luscious body. Veronica’s bare thigh wedged between hers, rubbing against her lower abdomen suggestively. A quick glance from the horizon to Veronica’s awestruck eyes made her wonder if the subtle movement were intentional or accidental.
“Oh God, this is amazing! You are amazing!” Veronica declared, looking out over their school like it was a diorama for miniatures. The whole world turned into a doll house from a thousand feet up.
Overcome, Veronica pulled herself to Rachael’s smiling lips, kissing Rachael passionately. After devouring the other girl’s mouth for several seconds, however, Veronica’s eyes shot open in horror. She jerked back as if her lips had been stung. “I’m sorry! I just…”
Looking into Rachael’s eyes, Veronica saw the literal superhero in her arms looking dazed and dreamy, eyes closed, lips pursed as if still reaching out in a silent search for the ones Veronica had so suddenly pulled away.
Veronica leaned back in, kissing Rachael even more deeply the second time. Her nimble tongue invaded those full red lips, exploring Rachael’s warm mouth, her clutching, clenching fingertips unable to dent the muscles of the incredibly powerful body that was holding them up in defiance of all known physics. She could feel the superwoman in her tremulous grasp trembling with pent-up desire.
Desire for her.
The idea that this utter-fucking-goddess was that desperate for an ordinary girl like herself seemed ridiculous. More ridiculous even than any of the other impossible things that Rachael had done in the last few minutes. How could she be so lucky?
Deep, open-mouthed kisses quickly advanced to fully wandering hands, Veronica now clawing at the goddess in her arms as she sought to pull the gorgeous girl closer to her body. The two of them tried to satisfy their cravings without ever giving them words, soft moans of pleasure and hungry smacking sounds the only evidence of their activity on the breathy wisps of late evening wind. When Veronica finally surrendered to a full and passionate groan, they both paused, shaken by the spontaneous intensity of their desperate groping.
“Veronica? Do you… do you want me to do… those things… to you?” Rachael whispered, eyes shimmering under the night sky, brought almost to the brink of tears by a dizzying combination of need and fright. She was probably the most beautiful creature in the world, able to dance laughing in a hail of bullets and bathe in a volcano and she still couldn’t say it.
Veronica looked at her with blazing eyes, searching those of the woman who held her for a long moment before giving a light, lilting laugh. She paused after catching herself, her expression turning sheepish. Realizing how easily that might be misinterpreted, she said in a calm, clear voice: “Oh, yes. I want you to do all of those things to me, and then I want to do them all to you.”
Rachael’s heart leapt, the buzz of adrenaline-fueled joy pumping in her ears. Veronica was into her! The queen of the school, the girl who was too good for everyone else, had just confessed her attraction to tiny little Rachael! Her stomach fluttering with excitement, unsure whether she could trust her own ears, she probed in an unsteady voice. “But you like boys, don’t you?”
“Sure,” Veronica said with a subtle shrug of her shoulders. “But why does that mean I can’t like you? Besides, I don’t know any boys that can sweep me off my feet with a fucking breath.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, biting her lip as she cozied up to her own private superhero. “I bet we can find all kinds of fun uses for your powers if we really get creative... Super Rachael.”
Rachael flinched at the awful title, but as she gazed into Veronica’s desirous eyes, decided she’d allow it. From Ronni, at least. “So, uh, your place or mine?” she asked, hoping the answer was not going to be her room. She didn’t want Ronni to see her stupid Justin Timberlake posters. Stupid! She had known she should take those things down but had never gotten around to it… in the past nine years.
“Well, you probably don’t want me to see all your boy band posters, so how about mine? Besides, I think I’m gonna need home court advantage.”
“How did you—”
Veronica reached up and placed a slender finger on Rachael’s plump lips.
“I wasn’t always a bitch, you know? Come on, my house is over—eep!” Rachael had already super-speeded them into Veronica’s bedroom before she could finish pointing.
“God, that is sexy.” Veronica crooned, snuggling more tightly into her lover-to-be’s embrace.
“Let me show you sexy,” Rachael teased, her confidence blossoming as midnight ticked ever closer. In the blink of an eye, her black dress, panties, and shoes were all neatly folded and stacked on Veronica’s dresser, her naked body revealed with a graceful flourish of her sculpted arms. With a carefully aimed puff, she blew Veronica’s short dress right off of her body, lifting her little cheer captain into the air again. Then, Rachael was all over her, kissing her neck, caressing her thighs, squeezing her ass, keeping her aloft with gentle breaths as she overwhelmed the sexy teen with an onslaught of affection.
Rachael’s touch was endlessly satisfying and always surprising as she gradually licked and stroked every inch of her lover’s slender form without ever letting her fall. Veronica was already coming, eyes closed, silently biting her lip when her shuddering form landed in her own soft bed.
A soft, velvety “mmmm” was the only sound Rachael could detect from her climaxing lover, aside from the soft rustle of sheets beneath her smooth skin—and she needed her super-hearing just to manage that!
Veronica felt powerful, irresistible hands gently spreading her slender thighs. The redhead’s long hair cascaded over a sleekly muscled shoulder, tickling her smooth belly and thighs before Rachael’s pink tongue emerged, darting over her folds, quick and agile, slick and warm. When it finally penetrated her, slithering upward to grind firmly against her tensing clitoris, Veronica knew it was stronger and firmer than any cock would ever be.
Veronica’s hands kneaded her own chest even as the the insides of her knees beat against the flanks of Rachael’s larger and firmer swells. Rachel continued to lick and nuzzle her with exquisite timing, her super-senses completely attuned to Veronica’s every gasp and whimper. The pressure ranged from the nearly imperceptible brush of ghostly feathers to the verge of literally tearing her apart, rising and falling in keeping with an inner tide they both shared. Racahel brought Veronica to the brink before receding over and over until Veronica finally screamed, her voice urgent with tortured desperation. “Fuck, Rachael! Finish me!”
Rachael slid languidly up her lover’s body, floating above her rather than having to crawl across the sheets like a merely human lover. She dragged her rigid nipples over Veronica’s toned belly hard enough to leave welts in the other girl’s unblemished flesh.
Writhing, on the cusp of the most mind-shattering orgasm of her life, Veronica suddenly saw a pair of gleaming silver eyes twinkling at her. Rachael’s husky breath billowed over Veronica’s face before those rose-red lips came plunging down in a forceful, desperate kiss. Veronica wasn’t sure what exactly happened next, but somehow Rachael’s fingers began to vibrate as she stroked the cheer captain’s aching clitoris.
It was too much.
Veronica’s whole world shattered into dark rainbows, Rachael, her room, everything just seeming to fade away under the wicked onslaught of pleasure bursting outward from her trembling womb. Her body seemed bent on shaking itself apart as the seismic orgasm rolled through her from swiveling head to clenching toes, only to be pinned against the sweat-soaked sheets by the immovable anvil of Rachael’s nubile flesh pressed tightly against hers. It felt like... it felt like...
…
Veronica’s exhausted eyelids opened, blue eyes gradually coming into focus. She must have blacked out from the inhumanly intense bliss Rachael wrung from her weak, ordinary teenage body. She came to lying on her back, her head resting on the softest breasts she’d ever felt, her torso draped over the powerfully cobbled abs of a divine being, her hips and legs surrounded by Rachael’s delicious, shapely spread legs.
Veronica lifted her head, stretching to give her new lover a quick kiss on cheek. “Sooo nice! But now it’s my turn,” she announced with grand bravado.
In moments, Rachael went from cooly relaxed to writhing in delight as Veronica’s fingers played over her. Rachael’s impossibly beautiful, impossibly sensitive body built to a climax that would probably trash one or more walls of Veronica’s bedroom. The girl threw herself into her erotic crusade with wild abandon, working with not as much skill as sloppy enthusiasm. Rachael’s thrashing was soon powerful enough to shake the whole house. She really would have to be careful not to tear the place down! Even as the thought crossed her mind, the pleasurable sensations stopped.
Veronica knelt between Rachael’s gloriously long legs, but instead of continuing what had quickly been building up to the best fuck of Rachael’s life, she rocked back onto her shapely calves, eyes downcast, clasping her hands together demurely in her lap.
“How are you not bored? I mean, you’re you and I’m just so… ordinary,” the dejected girl muttered.
“What?” Rachael replied shrilly, confused. “No. Ronni, I was... You were great!”
Veronica couldn’t even look at her. She just turned and slid off the end of the bed, huddled at it’s foot where her shoulders began to bob with quiet sobs. To have received a gift so precious and to have so little to offer in return made her feel like a selfish bitch all over again. And right now, she wanted to give back, to make Rachael feel as special as she had been made to feel.
A ripple of emotional pain shivered Rachael’s impossibly perfect body, her stomach twisting as she watched Veronica’s tear-soaked surrender to disappointment. Of course she couldn’t begin to match the sexual maelstrom that Rachael had just shepherded the girl’s quivering body through. No one could possibly expect Ronni to keep up with that! Rachael was a potion-enhanced goddess, for goodness’ sake! But while their differences didn’t matter in the slightest to Rachael, obviously Veronica still expected it of herself.
Rachael rolled over onto her belly, her head just behind Ronni’s, reaching a gentle hand around to stroke the girl’s hair several times before descending to her tear-streaked cheek to wipe the dampness away. “It’s okay… it’s okay. You’ll always be precious to me,” she promised, wishing in her heart that somehow they could be equals, perfectly matched as lovers and hopefully friends. It was all she had ever wanted when she’d asked her brother to save her from her own terrible mediocrity.
To her surprise, Veronica reached up and covered Rachael’s hand with her own. Stroking it gently, acknowledging her effort to comfort. Maybe even forgiving herself.
Then Rachael heard Amanda giggle. And judging from the way her head had suddenly jerked, Veronica had heard it too.
“What was thaa—ooooohh...'' Veronica's question ended in a powerful, suggestive moan, her body beginning to tremble, then shake.
“Amanda! You didn’t?” Rachael called out to the empty air. There was no answer.
Or maybe there was? Veronica moaned again, her hips starting to buck. Rachael laughed, knowing the signs of an impending potion metamorphosis all too well. She pulled Veronica’s shuddering body back onto the bed.
“What is happening to meeeeeee?” Veronica cried, her voice breaking into a wail as her body reproduced each of Rachael’s homecoming dance transformations in rapid succession, catching up to her lover’s current sexiest-woman-on-the-planet measurements and powers in one long surge of potion-granted perfection.
Reveling in the chance to run her hands over Veronica’s ever more delicious curves as schoolgirl flesh became divine, Racheal felt her super-powerful libido ignite anew, ravishing the hyper-evolving cheerleader all over again. Only this time there was no need to hold back! Rachael’s probing tongue became a blur, driving Veronica to a second beyond-human climax before she could even properly understand how she had changed—
—a climax that Veronica now could feel in all its soul-melting intensity.
“Oh my gawwwwd!” the cheerleader-goddess bellowed, the words erupting from her with such forceful urgency that they shattered every window on the block. Her clenching hands tore the mattress beneath them nearly in half before her gracefully muscled thighs slammed together in thrashing ecstasy. It was Rachael’s turn to be surprised at Veronica’s strength, her ears ringing from the impact.
In the momentary pause, Veronica caught Rachael’s darting hands in a steely grip that would be irresistible to any other lover, pulling Rachael’s curvaceous form over herself like a blanket, resting the redhead’s face against her very own envy-of-everyone breasts.
“Now suc—” She couldn’t even get the words out before Rachael had drawn one of her firm, crimson nipples between her plump lips and started sucking hard enough to pull a mermaid from the ocean through a straw. Meanwhile, her sly fingers came around to grasp Veronica’s other magnificent melon, fondling it with crushing force ten pythons couldn’t match. Veronica’s accelerating panting was her only possible answer to Rachael passionately groping her with such colossal strength that would have murdered her a dozen times over in not for having been graced with her own rise to godhood.
The old grandfather clock downstairs began to toll, Veronica wracked by a fresh Rachael-gasm with every chime. On the twelfth stroke, midnight came, and cool silence settled over the room. Rachael’s Ascension was finished, and it had carried Veronica along in her wake, drawing her into that exclusive realm of impossible beauty that belonged to Rachael and her closest friends.
Perfect equals.
The newest goddess in their schoolgirl pantheon floated free of the tangle of shapely limbs by her own will, the enormity of her new gifts only now sinking in. She was strong. Ludicrously so. Never to feel pain or injury again. And she could fucking fly! Titanic levels of arousal flushed Veronica’s glistening, sweat-slicked form as she discovered her now tireless flesh was still eager for more—even after the twelve rapid-fire cataclysmic orgasms Racheal had poured into her magnificent body. Her hands swept over her breathtaking curves, lingering on her breasts as her splayed fingers confirmed her measurements to be largely identical to Rachael’s. Looming over the bed like a thunder cloud, Veronica giggled with wild delight. She didn’t need a mirror to know how glorious she was. How glorious Rachael had somehow made her. She had only to look down at the goddess in her bed.
“Ok, my turn. For realsies,” Veronica said huskily, returning her gaze to that of her lover.
Sapphire eyes, wicked with nefarious intention, bored into Silver, brightly gleaming with unquenchable lust.
None of the walls survived what came next.
Comments
HikerAngel
Goose wrote that part. I only polished. :)
Hawk9600
Just an excellent scene between Veronica and Rachael. “Dark Rainbows”, so great!
