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🕑 Added 2020-09-24 22:04:52 +0000 UTCMira wasn't sure how she felt about her new roommate.
It was a strange thing to focus on, to be sure. One moment she had fallen asleep watching holovids, the next she was waking up on an alien planet; led around by a smirking foxgirl. Also she had superpowers.
The phrase 'thanks dad' came to mind but she wasn't exactly sure how ironic it would be.
Certainly she was still pissed at him. As the uber-wealthy elite some if not most of the responsibility for the collapse of society on her homeworld was at her feet. Here she was benefiting from TRILLIONS in wealth while billions had died.
The obvious response would be to get a therapist, but having relocated to a planet where she's an alien would make that less than possible... if it wasn't for the fact that the one native to the planet who knew what was going on was a therapist.
So the obvious response is that she needs a better therapist.
Aria's advice almost always seemed to be about suppressing the knowledge, moving on, getting 'used' to the new world without fully dealing with her emotions. Mira remembered very easily her first day living with the smirking girl...
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“Alright, so, first thing we need to do is get you some cultural education!” Aria chimed in brightly as soon as Mira set her down in front of the apartment building the fox girl guided their flight to. Her voice was quiet, as they had waited until the dead of night to land, even knocking out a few streetlights for the sake of stealth, but she still sounded alarmingly chipper for what had to be a strange experience for her.
Mira followed Aria into her house, a messy one-bedroom apartment with furniture that, on her planet, would have been considered incredibly cheap and shitty. She got the feeling that it still wasn't exactly nice here either, but it didn't seem to deter her 'tour guide'.
“Step one is teaching you our cultural values,” Aria flopped a bunch of paperback books on her coffee table, “here's the bible, we based our society on it for 2000 years, but it's on its way out and its not like people actually followed it ACCURATELY when they did listen, so you can skip it.”
“I am aware how religion works, yes,” Mira smirked at the foxgirl, wondering if she forgot for a moment that her 'alien' guest was from a more advanced culture.
“Oh good! We get BANTER for this, in that case you're definitely going to enjoy the classic mythology,” Aria plopped down an assortment of books.
“Does almighty Fliun the Sun god fuck everybody and somehow make it their problem?”
“We called him Zeus and he was actually more in charge of weather, otherwise yes. We do have other mythologies...” Aria continued.
“Can you beat the god of fire trying to get out of housekeeping and turning into a frog and being eaten by a bystander frog, eventually hatching out of it and turning its corrupted brothers into the stars in the sky?” Mira asked.
“Well it's not like that book would sell if you wrote it so I might win by default, or at least draw it with the god of chaos turning into a girl horse to distract a home contractor's horse so as to scam him out of payment, getting knocked up by the horse, and carrying the magical eight legged stallion to term before giving it to his adoptive father as a mount. The male god of chaos.” Aria raised an eyebrow.
Mira nodded, “Alright not bad, probably not too USEFUL though, right?”
“Indeed,” Aria continued, “That's why I also have a shit ton of COMIC BOOKS, complete with essays on why they are the modern mythology.”
“So, essays on why they're equivalent to horse-sex-business-fraud then?” Mira asked with faux-earnestness.
“Yeah I thought it was funny too, but the general idea is there, we DID just get some rather obscene biological upgrades. It's only been a couple hours and already my constant low grade back pain is a distant memory,” Aria smirked, arching her back and pushing her rather large chest against her shirt, showing off its perkiness.
“Well judging by the covers you DO have the requisite amount of titty for it. But yeah I get the gist, 'With great power comes great responsibility' and all that,” Mira shrugged.
Aria got a distant look on her face like she was trying to think around the auto-translation effect to actually understand the alien language shoved in her face (well, she got a distant look that in retrospect would be for that reason anyway) before saying, “Holy shit it was pretty much exactly that phrasing on your planet too, wasn't it. Alright cards on the table. Here's a fuckton of stories about superheroes and supporting justice and making the world a better place and all that shit you didn't do back home.”
“Excuse you, lady, back home I was a joke; the rich heiress airhead to a stupid father,” Mira protested.
“And here you're smarter?” Aria asked.
Mira paused for a moment and then quietly said, “I think I'm literally smarter...”
“And now we see why I mostly picked up fantasy stuff! I can feel my own brain changing too, my mind, my body, we're becoming something else, and the only example we have of what is each other...” Aria continued, Mira actually taking a step back as the fox girl got inappropriately close to her, a firm hand on a shoulder the wolf girl barely recognized.
“So yes, skipping to the end, I think we should be superheroes. I mean why not, y'know? Aside from the giant pile of superhero books...” Aria dropped some more books on the table, “There's THIS giant pile of stories where after getting superpowers the characters have this exact conversation about the existence of superheroes and mimicking comic books...” Aria pulled two final books up in her hands, “AND there's even two books where they get meta about mimicking books that are already mimicking books about being superheroes. Our option is so obviously the default that we're on the fourth layer of 'meta' here.”
“Speaking of, does it make sense that our cultures are so similar?” Mira asked.
“Yep! I could explain how but I think we're probably getting off track. There's a lot of time to learn things and to know where we want to go, for now though, do you want to be a superhero?” Aria asked, stepping back and tensing her body... only for nothing to happen.
“Do you, uh, hold on, do you want to wield power beyond the people for the people?” the foxgirl poked her own fairly plush ass, tugged her tail, and a number of other things Mira couldn't quite figure out before finally managing to rise a few inches into the air, levitating under her old power. “Ahem!” Aria continued, “Do you want to be a superhero? The paragon of the people that they all long to be and long to meet?”
The fox girl started stripping her clothes off, reducing herself to a lacy bra and panties, causing Mira to blush as she looked at her companions body. She didn't really know how the terrestrial was supposed to look, but her fur was short and silken, showing every curve of her body. Her stomach was taut, having just a hint of muscle in a single line down the center. Her hips were wide, thick thighs and plush ass cheeks standing atop her long legs.
“Do you want to dress skimpily and have people call it a uniform, showing off your beautiful body and convincing people its okay because your body is simply THAT superior; and because mortal clothes can't survive what you do anyway?” Aria draped herself across Mira. The wolf girl could barely feel her weight, but she felt the give in the fox girl's plush breasts, pressing against her back. She felt the delicate clack of her fingers. Mira was clearly much stronger than the fox at the moment, having had more time with their adjustments, and even another superbeing felt weirdly delicate.
Every moment, Mira had to think about just how strong she was, just how surreal her life was becoming. She was alone on this planet, but everything felt so strangely familiar. The people looked biologically very similar to her, the cultures seemed to have developed on parallel tracks. It was difficult to take things too seriously when there seemed to be an obvious choice.
She'd always wanted power and influence, to show people how much more responsibly it could be used.
Mira held up an arm and flexed, her bicep rising to an inhuman peak underneath her only garment, a space suit that already looked rather a lot like skintight superhero spandex...
“You know what, I think I do.”
