The Impossibles Pt. 03

A man in a rather nice suit, with a microphone and a camera drone with the logo of one of the more reasonably professional newscast services stepped forward and thrust the microphone towards Mom.

"Mr. and Mrs. Impossible, do you have anything to say about the new appropriation bill that is-"

A bubbly blond girl wearing a T-shirt one size too small and shorts two sizes too small bounced up from the other said and said. "Heyyyyyyy, whose these cuties!?" She gestured to Starfleet, Corvi and Nova. "Are you in a polycule now!"

"Gross, no!" Corvi exclaimed, while Mom laughed and slid her arm around Nova's shoulders, drawing him in close. This was clearly meant to be quite motherly, but it ended up just making Nova deeply, deeply aware of how curvy she was she waved at the cameras.

"No, this is a big announcement for the family!" she said. "This... is Nova Nine, aka, Kid Incredible! Starfleet and Corvi Magpie are also our kids. We just wanted to wait for the right moment to drop the news. We're the world's first super family!"

"Oh my gawwwwd!" the blond squealed, while her camera drones swooped in to get a close up view of Nova's face.

"Hi," he said, smiling shyly. "I'm Nova Nine."

Dad leaned in, grinning. "He got his powers today."

"Ohhh!" the blond exclaimed.

"Nova Nine! Are you the youngest of the family?" A man called out as he tried to get his drones in - he did this by shoving the professional journalist backwards even more. The professional journalist yelped as he was dragged down by the press of other eager journos, vanishing beneath their bodies like a man swept into a storm tossed sea.

"That would be telling!" Mom said.

"Youngest," Corvi said, grinning wickedly.

"We're twins, actually," Starfleet said, flying up above Nova's head, tilting herself around as she put her feet into the air, so their heads were a hundred and eighty degrees from one another. "You can see the resemblance."

"We looked more alike before she got a robot body," Nova added.

"Now, we are starving!" Dad said, his hands ushering the crowd aside. He did not actually touch anyone but much like when a quadrupedal buck deer with a full head of antlers advanced on you, the people in the crowd hastily backed away to give the King his due. This opened the route to the front doors of the S'eats, which had large glass windows. Since only superheroes could eat there, and they all ate for free, the business model of S'eats was as simple as it was faintly exploitative: They owned a bunch of subsidiary eateries that were all, just so coincidentally, within easy viewing distance of the central S'eats, and those places were packed, as people thronged to them at the hopes of getting to see their favorite.

"Do you ever feel like you're in some kind of an exhibit?" Nova muttered to Corvi.

"Superheroes? Exhibition? What could possibly be exhibitive about a nineteen year old girl wearing fishnet stockings and a Vegas showgirl uniform," she said, stretching her arms above her head, showing off her tight bunny suit as she casually posed before the window.

"... okay, did you have to specify your age, though?" Nova whispered, looking to the side as he saw that quite a few people in one of the subsidiary eateries were watching intently.

"Mom does it too!" Corvi pointed out. Mom was, in fact, waving cheerfully at a gaggle of people who were trying to both eat their dinner and hold up a big WE <3 LL on it.

Nova walked over to where Dad was hauling a chair out for Starfleet, who settled her chrome butt down on the chair with a faint click of metal on wood. He slid into the cushioned bench that ran along the wall and made up half the seating for the table, and Dad yanked Mom by the hand to settle her in the center of the bench, allowing him to take the far end, so that she was now trapped between the men of the family. She was beaming as she settled into her seat. Nova, meanwhile, had noticed that despite the fact he and Mom wore capes, neither of their capes were tangling or snagging. The sym suit, it seemed, was able to control the cape just enough to keep things from getting annoying or awkward.

Corvi took her pull out chair and sat down on it - backwards, with the back pressing against her chest as she leaned forward to peer at them.

"So, salad for Dad," she said. "Computer chips and oil for sis, uh, lucky charms for Mom, and what does Nova eat? Starlight? Fairy dust? Bear co-"

"Corvi," Mom said, warningly.

"... claws!" Corvi said.

"Are you implying something about my new twinkdom?" Nova asked, his voice dry, his eyebrow arched.

"I'm just saying, the twinkon particles I'm detecting off of you-"

"Hey, you don't have a twinkon detector," Starfleet cut in. "... you haven't been stealing my stuff again, have you?"

"You make tech stuff, not magic, you're safe," Corvi said, and it was so blatant that Nova was fairly sure she was telling the truth.

The waiter that came by was dressed in a pretty good replica of The Servitor's costume, though her cape caught on a chair as she walked over - but she got herself free with an artful twist that implied a lot of practice. She was holding a handheld tablet up and had a cheerful smile. "Hello Mr, Mrs Impossible. And who are these three? Pol-"

"They're our children," Mom said, hurriedly.

"Oh!" the waitress entire face went scarlet. "Right! Uh, what can I get for you!?"

Nova leaned in, whispering to Mom. "Mom, do I want to know why everyone keeps expecting you and Dad to have a polycule made up of teenage superheroes?"

"H-Haaa, I'll have some venison!" Mom said, hurriedly. "And my husband will take my salad. With ranch?" She looked to him, while Dad grinned, lifting his head up.

"Ranch," he said. "And I'd like a side plate of willow bark slathered with peanut butter and dusted with roasted nuts. And I'll take the lager for a dink."

"Oh, for drink, I would like a cytocilate neroxian shooter!" Mom said.

Starfleet's eyes blinked on and off. "Mom, that's poison."

"No, it's only poison ninety nine point nine nine nine nine nine nine nine percent of the time, if you're tough enough to survive the mixing in your guts, you get a really pleasant bubbly feeling," Mom said. "Or if you're lucky enough that the chemical reactions happen in the right order the first time you sip!" She beamed. "What do you want?"

"A Pentium 4, please!" Starfleet said.

"Ooh, we're out of Pentiums," the waiter said, while Starfleet frowned. Mom shook her head.

"Honey, the restaurant is free, go nuts," she said.

"Okay, fine, an Alienware!" Starfleet said, her eyes whirring excitedly.

"One Alienware!" the girl with the handheld said, checking it off. "Corvi Magpie?"

"Your soul!" Corvi crooned.

"Uh, I'm sorry, my soul's already been ordered by Devil Lass," the waitress said, smiling shyly.

"Oh dang it," Corvi said. "Uh, infernal crystals in angel blood."

"... the blood is donated, right?" Nova asked. Corvi smiled, slowly, at him. "It's donated? Right?"

"And you'll have?" The waitress asked, eagerly.

Nova was very still for a long second. "Um. Prime rib? With mashed potatoes on the side."

"How'd you like it done?" the waitress asked.

"Medium rare," Nova said, nodding.

"Gotcha gotcha!" the waitress tapped at her handheld, and then as she turned and started to swish away, Crovi let out a dramatic gasp.

"Steak. You're having steak? Dad is a prey animal!" She gestured to him. "You might as well have just shot his best friend in front of him!"

"Firstly, the stakes are replicated," Nova said, holding up one finger. "Secondly, Dad is not a steer. He is a deer. Thirdly, Dad, what's the circle of life?"

"Well," Dad said. "Technically, there's not a circle of life. Just a chaotic, self replicating network of biota."

"... are there predators and omnivores?" Nova asked, sighing. Dad grinned, cockily.

"Oh there are predators," he said. "And I tend to kick their ass."

"See, it's fine," Nova said. "And I want a ding dang steak."

"Language," Corvi whispered.

"I'm going to change my order to crow," Nova muttered under his breath.

"I dunno, eating crow tends to mean you lost, like a loser," Corvi said, grinning wickedly.

"Wait, Mom ordered venison!" Nova exclaimed.

"Well, yeah, Mom has venison every night," Starfleet said, with such innocent frankness that it almost slid past Corvi. Then Corvi reacted as if she had just gotten the mother of all ice cream headaches.

"Augh! No!" She let her face rest against the tabletop. "Parents don't have sex! It's against the law!"

"Now that my children are done inflicting psychic damage on one another," Mom said, cheerfully. "Hows the public attention feeling on you so far, Nova?"

Nova considered how he felt. There was this prickling feeling that kept tickling the back of his neck. He turned his head and looked over his shoulder - to see that there was almost a hundred people openly goggling at the world's first superhero family. Even from several meters away, the windows were big enough and clear enough that basically anyone who wanted to look in at Super-Eats could see any super they wanted to see. It was why the restaurant was free, after all.

"It's weird," he said.

"It stays weird for at least a month, by my reckoning," Mom said, nodding sympathetically. "Then you get used to it!"

The waitress came back, at that time. She was using a wrist mounted a-grav tractor to make the huge tray of food easy to carry and balance on one wrist, which really did make her The Servitor costume look more realistic. She smiled brightly as she started to set down the food - well, the food, the crystal, and the literal Alienware made for video gaming PC computer - at the table. As she finished setting them down, she said: "I hope you enjoy your meal, ya'll!"

"We will!" Starfleet said, taking hold of the edge of the plastic case and peeling it open with an alarming series of snaps, cracks and pops. Then she bit into the side of the plastic, chewing it into powder with her metal teeth.

"... I have so many questions," Nova whispered, his eyes wide, his forkful of mashed potatoes dangling halfway between his plate and his mouth.

Starfleet chewed, swallowed, then grinned at him.

"She's a cartoon robot," Corvi said.

Nova considered, then smirked. "You're recycling the components in an internal molecular furnace to turn into feedstock for your replicators," he said, nodding slowly as he stuck his fork into his steak and began to saw away. "While your bio body is having... a sandwich?"

"Please, I'm also having a steak," Starfleet said. Where Corvi would have been annoyed at being seen through, she sounded more pleased that Nova had thought her systems through. Corvi somehow contrived to still be annoyed, scowling at Nova.

"You're no fun," she said.

"Uh oh," Mom said.

"What is it?" Nova asked, lifting his head up as he swirled some steak that had slightly too much fat attached to it - he knew he should cut the fatty bits off, but, like, counter point: He was delicious.

"Jinx is here," Mom said, sighing as she set down her fork.

"Which Jinx? My Jinx?" Starfleet asked.

"It's the one with pink hair," Mom said.

"So, that's my Jinx!" Starfleet said, grinning as she looked over her shoulder - and the moment she saw Jinx, her face fell into a fierce scowl, as if she was looking at someone she really didn't want to see. Nova craned his head.

Starfleet's Jinx was Jinxwitch, a skinny stick of a girl with brilliant pink hair that flowed down her back like a bubblegum waterfall, nearly trailing on the air. She was dressed in a sheer tunic and short skirt with spanks, knee high leather boots, and skintight latex gloves done in colors of black and pink. She saw Starfleet glowering at her, then grinned and stuck her tongue out at her between her fingers raised in a devils horns.

"She robs banks," Nova whispered.

"Yeah," Starfleet said. "And I stop her."

"... so, she's a heel?" Nova asked.

"Sometimes," Starfleet whispered back.

"Wait, I thought these were rules, hard and fast rules!" Nova hissed, softly, while Jinxwitch started to saunter over.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the big fuckin' nerd!" she said, her voice as snarky as a snake. She gave Corvi a run for her money. "Starfleet, and... whose this? Lady Luck? Mr. Impossible?" She blinked. "Are you three-"

"We're not dating!" Mom said, angrily. "Why does everyone think Mr. Impossible and I are cradle robbing perverts?"

"I dunno, New Years, UN-01 Rec Room, 2024 ring any bells?" Jinxwitch purred.

Mom's entire face went red. "Uh... I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It was riiiight after the Telax Invasion?"

"Ha-ahaaa!" Mom's entire face somehow got even redder. Dad crunched into his peanut-butter covered bark and chewed meditatively.

Across the road a cargo hovercraft carrying a load of supplies for the surprisingly successful BDSM City that had opened in the nearby shopping annex swerved to avoid a black cat. It struck a light-post, the driver protected from harm by his seat belt and a rapidly expanding airbag, which cushioned him from his steering wheel. The back of the hovercraft popped open and one of the crates fell, exploding open and scattering into the surrounding traffic. Caught in the flux of a passing skimmer-car's a-grav system, a ball gag whipped through the air, punched through the armored glass of S'eats, and almost wrapped itself perfectly around Jinx's head... save that at that exact wrong moment, Nova stood up. He had been planning to ask Jinxwitch firmly but politely to leave.

Instead, the ball gag wrapped around his mouth, muffling him mid "uh" and leaving him stumbling.

"Hah!" Jinx laughed while Mom hissed.

"Drat," she said.

"Oh you wanna go, Salt Lick?" Jinx asked, grinning as purple light sparkled around her hands.

"Hey, don't call my Mom a salt lick!" Starfleet said, hovering to her feet.

"I thought your mom was that junkyard on 9th street," Jinx shot back, smirking.

Nova realized that trying to get the gag off with his fingers was stupid. He closed his eyes and felt the atomic structure of the ball gag. He felt the subtle distinctions between leather, rubber, and metal. And he realized all of them were closer to oxygen than they weren't. Compared to vacuum, most things were closer to oxygen than not. And so, he simply... unwound them. The atomic structure was easier to thread into new patterns than he thought possible. He just...

Thought.

And the ball gag turned into a breath of fresh air. He rubbed his mouth. "You're going to need to leave, Miss Witch," he said, trying to give a good superhero voice. It came out very stilted, he could hear it himself.

"How the fuck did King of the Forest raise such a fucking nerd?" Jinx asked.

"I wouldn't call Nova a nerd," Dad said, his voice so casually confident, so utterly sure of Nova that Nova felt like he could do anything. "Now, Jinx, you have about five seconds to apologize before my son sends you to Ravenwitch." Okay, now Nova was pretty happy about his B+ in supers studies, because he actually did know where Ravenwitch Maximum Security Super Prison was located. It had been some island in Bay City, near the Crimson Arches Bridge. He cracked his knuckles by interlacing his fingers and pushing them away from himself.

"Five," he said.

"Ooh, I'm sooo scared," Jinx said.

"Four," Nova said, getting more confident, less stilted.

"You know, most people just do stuff, they don't count down," Jinx said.

"Three..."

Jinx frowned, her eyes narrowing. They were the most remarkable shade of pink as well. She was, honestly, ludicrously pretty. From a distance, she had seemed almost too angular, but up close, it all resolved into a pleasantly girlish figure, accentuated by her impressively long hair.

"Tw-"

That was when the autonomous oil tanker drove through the wall. The driving system had undergone several catastrophic failures at once that led it to veering off the highway, screaming down the shopping annex, and hit the pedestrian sidewalk. Everyone had seen it coming and managed to just barely get out of the way, so, there were no fatalities. The property damage was pretty incredible. Also, it was going to smash directly into Nova Nine's entire whole ass body. His eyes widened and he threw up his palm - fingers spreading. Inertia went from its normal values to some absurd approximation of infinity, and the entire autonomous truck stopped mid air, surrounded by a shimmering blue bubble.

"Oops!" Jinx said, giggling.

Nova Nine felt like his fingers were connected to threads - one was looped around the oil tanker, but he had more. He thrust his hand out and, as the tanker started to float away, the bricks and debris scattered across the ground flew up and slotted themselves back into place, moved by those additional threads at his command - all of it was invisible to the others watching, but he could feel his powers at work. The crowds watching cheered as the tanker was set down in the parking lot and the wall continued to repair itself. He grinned while Jinx casually pulled a baseball bat from a purse that was barely large enough to hold a wallet and cracked him in the back of the head with it.

"Fuck!" Nova gasped, his hand grabbing onto the back of his scalp. The blow had been glancing, but it still fucking hurt! It hurt enough that the wall, only halfway fixed, slumped back to the ground with a crunch and crumble. He spun around to face Jinx, who beamed at him.

"Bad luck for you," she said, cheerfully.

"That's the justification for pulling a baseball bat out of fucking nowhere!?" Nova asked, angrily. "Do you know the odds for oxygen spontaneously phase-shifting into being a baseball bat!?"

"Maybe as long as the shots of you getting a date?" Jinx purred back.

"Ooohh!" Corvi called from the sidelines. She was still eating her angel-blood splattered ominous crystals for dinner as she watched. Starfleet called out.

"Ask her about Beast Prince!"

"That's fighting fucking dirty, you chrome plated bitch!" Jinx shot back.

"Oh my god, you tried to ask out BP!?" Corvi cackled, kicking her legs.

Jinx flushed. "Your sisters are real witches, you know that?" she asked.

"Yeah, but they're mine," Nova Nine said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Now, I was having a really nice evening until you showed up."

"What can I say? I-"

Nova waved his hand and, before Jinx could react, teleported her away. The momentary squeak of outrage that escaped before her body dissolved into sparkles and reconstituted itself in an alleyway about a mile away was pretty satisfying. Nova grinned, turning back to the table, where his family started to golf clap. The faint sounds of cheering from the crowds outside was also pretty buoying.

"She's either going to be calling you to set up a rematch or planning to turn your eyeballs into her dice," Corvi said, leaning on her elbows on the table. "Fifty fifty either way."

"So, let me get this straight, sometimes a heel can just... go live?" Nova asked, frowning.

"They usually don't," Mom said. "Since, they do sign contracts, which get voided if they go live. No more money from comic sales then." She rubbed her fingers together indicating cash.

Starfleet nodded, smiling a bit sheepishly, while she pulled a few long, stringy cables from her half eaten Alienware computer and started to slurp them down. "If it helps!" she said, chewing meditatively. "Jinx is more of a goof around than a find out villain."

Nova nodded. He poked at his steak, which had gone cold. He focused for a moment and quietly excited the molecules within it and it warmed up again, without being cooked more. He grinned, then started to cut into the meaty bit. "... so, uh, what happened up in the Watchtower?" he asked, using the fandom name for the orbiting station UN-01.

Mom coughed. "That's something to talk about when you're older."

"He's eighteen, I'm nineteen and a half, Starfleet is nineteen, how much older do we hav-" Corvi stopped. "Wait, no. I just realized why I don't want to know, oh my god." She put her hands over her face.

"... wait, how is Starfleet nineteen, we're twins," Nova said.

"I spent a year in the Long Ago," Starfleet said.

"Got a dinosaur girlfriend for a bit, too," Corvi said, her eyes glinting wickedly.

"S'Shassa and I weren't... dating... we were just friends," Starfleet muttered.

"Suuuuuuuuure she was," Corvi said, her grin growing wider and wider by the second.

Dad's cheeks heated. "So, uh... we should probably have the talk with these three." He murmured under his breath to Lady Luck, who sighed and rolled her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh god, oh no, no, no," Corvi whispered, her hands going over her face again.

"Kids," Mom said. "Being a superhero is a bit of a high. You're in a secret identity, no one knows who you are, everyone is in super revealing costumes-"

"Stop!" Corvi whined.

"-and you will sometimes be... full of... well, adrenaline, and it's very natural to sometimes... uh... lose your head a little," Mom said.

"Staaapppp!"

"What matters is that you remember the cardinal rule: if it gets into social media, you do not respond yourself. You find an N-1 at minimum intellect and you ask them for help." Mom nodded, firmly. "The interpersonal drama, the moral choices, that stuff we can help you with, and we can talk about it. But if you get caught sleeping with, uh, say, Slade or Blackhole or-"

"Auuuughhh..." Corvi groaned into the table.

"-then we need to make sure that it's handled as quietly and neatly as possible," Mom finished, her cheeks dusky red despite her matter of fact tone.

"I suggest you ring up Sky," Dad said. "Skrayper, that is. He's really good at it, he, uh, actually handled a... uh... a really funny incident." He coughed. "With me. Uh. Well. Basically, someone tried to blackmail me, in my civilian ID."

"How?" Starfleet asked as Corvi put her hands over her ears.

"Well, he caught my civilian ID sleeping with, uh, Lady Luck," Dad said, grinning slightly. "He was gonna blackmail me so he didn't tell King of the Forest about the fact I was, uh, screwing his wife. It was kinda funny, but, also, you can see how that might get out of hand in a hurry. Sky cleared it up without even letting the blackmailer know he'd been had."

"Why do we need to know about this!?" Corvi exploded.

"It's important, honey," Mom said. "Now we can never ever ever ever speak of it again, ever."

"Agreed!" Corvi said.

***

Heading home was left for everyone to handle themselves. Corvi back-flipped into her portal, while Mom simply stuck her hand out and was picked up by a high speed motorcycle that had been accidentally allowed to zoom off without a pilot. Dad turned into a hummingbird and flew away. Starfleet grinned and leaned in to whisper to Nova. "The funny thing is, uh, I'm already home, so I'm gonna just set this body to patrol mode and take a shower at the same time." She winked - then she flew off.

Nova Nine hesitated for a bit outside of S'eats, and saw all the people looking at him curiously. There were... he blinked, slightly, spotting a face he... he recognized.

Melissa Sok.

His girlfriend.

Like, his actual for real girlfriend, from school. They had started dating this year. She was built a bit like a very tall and willowy stick bug, but... more complimentary than that sounded. Nova, in his normal form of Bryant, had once had to go on an extended ramble about everything he liked about stick bugs, and he wasn't really a bug guy, but it had worked because she had laughed and told him that she liked how he sounded like he had brain damage. It had been the start of a great relationship.

And she was looking at him with an expression that he had never quite startled out of her in his normal form. Her eyes - dark brown and warm - had often glittered, sparkled, and twinkled. They had never smoldered. Their eyes met and she giggled, then leaned over, whispering to two of her friends from school. They were out getting food at S'eats. He didn't know that she did that, but... well, who didn't want to get an eye of the new superheroes.

He was still looking at her. Melissa grinned, then crooked her finger at him.

Nova felt a sudden lurch in his belly. What if she recognized him? Saw right through the domino mask. And the blue skin. And elfin features. And elongated ears. And the changed hair. And the costume. And the fact he was a little bit taller. What if?! Still, just standing there like a moron would definitely clue her in. He started to walk forward, cape fluttering behind his back, while one of the two friends - Lisa and Quinn, he recognized them - giggled.

"Oh my god, Melissa! What if Bry finds out?"

"Supers don't count, Lisa!" Melissa said, giggling - clearly not aware of how much more sensitive Nova's ears were than they normally were. He coughed, then stepped fully up to her.

"We don't count?" he asked.

Melissa blushed, her nut brown skin darkening.

"W-Well, I mean, uh, that is, I... w-what's your name?" she asked. "You're new, I haven't seen you in any of the comics."

"Nova Nine!" he said, grinning. "I got my powers pretty recently." He held his hand out and focused. Oxygen molecules twirled - neutrons, positrons and electrons shifting and clicking into place as if he was working with Lego. The end result was a flash of blue light and then he held a rose between his fingers, the petals a brilliant blue. It was her favorite color, after all.

"Whoa..." Melissa whispered.

"Can I have a gold bar?" Lisa asked. Something thumped under the table and she squeaked - more in outrage than in pain. Melissa, meanwhile, was looking at him with absolute heat in her eyes.

"Sooo, you're a matter manipulator?" she asked. "Like Matter Lad V?"

"Matter and energy," Nova said, grinning down at her, his ears perking up. "Can't really go nova with just matter. Unless you want me to be around long enough to make a supermassive red giant."

"Well, uh, the only supermassive thing I'm curious about is in your pants," Melissa said, her voice a soft croon. She had a remarkably sexy voice - husky and contralto. It had been a sexy voice when she talked about playing clarinet, the fact she was now going from zero to sixty in the flirting game made it feel like Nova was being punched in the chest by an erotic weight lifter. His knees almost buckled, even as he planted his palm on the table.

"Miss... uh..."

"Sok," she whispered.

"M-Miss Sok," Nova managed to barely control his relief at him hesitating long enough for her to save him from torpedoing his own secret identity in the first ten seconds without parental supervision. "I heard pretty clearly that you, uh, have a boyfriend."

"True..." She pushed the straw in her glass of water around, slowly, her finger tracing the edges of the cup. Her eyes flicked down. Then, softly. "... my parents aren't home tonight either."

"Oh my godddd!" Lisa squealed, while Quinn shook her head.

"Every frigging time," she muttered.

Nova Nine was, at that moment, struck by a paroxysm of indecision. On the one hand... this was cheating. Not only was this cheating, this was revealing that Melissa had cheated on him a lot. He should feel horrified. Angered. Hurt. Betrayed. He should have felt a lot of things, but he was also eighteen years old and a ludicrously hot girl that he had been lusting after for a year and a half, ever since he first saw her unfold from the girl's locker room and head to the basketball court in shorts that left most of her legs exposed to the open air had just begged him to take her home and fuck her brains out. The moral quandary still locked him in place.

Then Melissa whispered. "You don't have to wear a rubber either..." And shifted one leg, letting her skirts ride up to show the tiny dimple and barcode that marked her STI antigen slash contraceptive implant. An implant that she must have taken great care to cover up any time she wore shorts or skirts around school, considering the reputation that some people gave to girls wearing those.

They were in her bedroom a half a second later, the shimmer of blue light fading away as she blinked and laughed, her rump settled onto her bed as if it had been the chair she had just been in. "I-I was gonna pay for the f-mmmph!" she moaned as Nova leaned in and kissed her. Hard. His tongue and hers met and Nova realized, fairly quickly, that his girlfriend was a lot better at kissing than him. He wondered, a bit dizzily, if her trepidation, her caution, her pulling back and demurely saying 'not so fast, sailor' was to cover for the fact that she was wildly, wildly good at this.

Her hand cupped his cheek, her fingers sliding up to cradle his ear. Her fingers stroked to the tip and Nova shivered, his own cock growing harder and harder by the second as he found that his ear was sensitive. Her finger sent tingles of electric eagerness down his spine... and forced him to consider something he had done a remarkably good job of ignoring all evening.

His body had been changed.

His skin was blue. His ears were erogenous zones.

But... that wasn't... everything.

He broke the kiss, panting. "Uh, Melissa, uh, hmmm there's, uh, one ting-"

"Yeah?" Her finger, long and elegant, hooked on the collar of his skintight suit. She worked her finger tip between his suit and his skin, the contact blazing hot and intense. She started to tug and Nova realized something. When a synsuit wanted to get torn open... it got torn. The fabric parted with the same stringy contact-release of saran wrap, but it was his chest that was being unwrapped, not a steak that had been spiced and left in the fridge. Of course, Melissa looked at him equally as hungrily as her finger worked down past his gemstone, to his belly button, to his pelvis.

"My, I, uh, that is-"

Novas squeaked softly as her hooking finger pulled down one last bit and his cock and balls popped free, framed perfectly lewdly by the tightness of his symsuit. It was not the most comfortable position - but that edge of discomfort only got him hotter. Harder. More... obviously inhuman. He had a sheath. The thick, blue flesh looked almost like a truncated cock, save that a tip of his actual dick was beginning to peek from it, sliding out inch by erotic inch as he groaned huskily. The tip was pointed and tapered, like a canine's cock and the similarities were only hammered home when the final engorged knot popped free, throbbing and desperately eager. But if it had just been a wolf's cock, that would have been one thing.

Nova was gold. His member was the pure, perfect gold of a pirate's treasure, glimmering and lustrous. Despite being faintly reflective, it was still silk-soft as Melissa's hand closed around the base, right above his knot. Her fingers didn't quite reach, his cock-tip drooling warm pre-cum against her elbow, beading and dribbling along her wrist like glowing paint.

"Oh fuck," Melissa whispered, softly.

"I, uh, didn't know it was gold..." Nova whispered.

Melissa giggled, softly. "Y-You know, in the old days, I hear this kind of thing drove people to being supervillain, like Nitewolf." She smirked. "If only they had had the internet in the 1940s huh?"

Nova blinked at her, mouth opening.

"Let me tell you about an artist named Jay Naylor at some point..." Melissa purred. She was so tall and slender that she had to bend forward, despite the length of his dick and the fact she was sitting on her bed while he stood. Her hand squeezed his base tighter and she fixed her eyes on his as she closed her mouth around his golden tip and sucked with a greedy, lewd slurp. The feeling of her tongue swirling around and around his cock was almost as erotic as the blazing, almost demanding look in those eyes.

I love wolf dick, those eyes said. I love exotic, superhuman cock. I want it.

Nova groaned huskily as his hands went to the shoulders of his costume. All worries, all thoughts about morality, and the past, and the future, all of it were gone in the raw heat of the present. He could have simply willed his symsuit away - but the tactility of feeling the slick, skintight feeling of his suit being peeled down to his ankles was almost as erotic as the feeling of his girlfriend sucking his dick behind his own back. Her mouth drew back, a thick line of his glowing pre-cum, mixed with her spittle, connecting his wolfin cock to her mouth, her lips having become glossy with eagerness. Her eyes flickered and she whispered.

"Wanna cum all over my face?" she whispered, her hand pumping his shaft slowly. "Or should I take this top off so you can soak my cute tiny little titties with some superhero cum?"

Nova nodded, hungrily.

"Which-"

He snapped his fingers and, quite suddenly, Melissa Sok was naked. Her clothing simply ceased to exist, turning to blue sparkles and a light breeze of displaced air. Naked, she was even more ethereally beautiful than Nova had ever imagined. Her breasts were perfect, perky and small - she had called them tiny, but they were actually more modest. It was just she was so tall and so willowy that they seemed smaller next to her expanse of leg and arm and belly. Her long, elegant neck seemed even longer without her collar to disguise it, and she seemed... less shocked to be suddenly naked and more desperately aroused.

"Oh fuck yes!" She purred, her hand gripping his cock, squeezing him as she leaned forward, pressing her slender chest against his cock, trapping the tip underneath her chin as she did her level best to enfold her breasts around him. Her palms pressed against her sides as she purred. "Give me a pearl necklace. A thick. Hot. Super. Necklace."

Nova groaned, his eyes half closing as his ears flicked up and then flattened back against his head. His newly enlarged balls twitched, quivered, then clenched. The thick spray of cum that exploded from the tip of his dick splashed against her chin and jaw, splashing up around her cheeks, like an inverted whisker pattern. More splashed down along her chest as she drew back with an expert, fluid movement, her spine actually forming a snake-like pattern as she angled herself just so so that the next spray covered her small breasts, beading and dripping down her body. Her nut brown skin made the glowing white positively impossible to miss... and then she darted forward, closing her mouth around his tip, so the third, fourth, and fifth spurt - each of them lesser than the prior - gushed into her mouth, filled her cheeks, poured down her throat. Her eyes glittered as she kept them locked on Nova's slitted eyes.

Then she let his cock pop free. She opened her mouth and the display that greeted Nova was... so... erotic that it almost killed him.

Warm cum glittered in her mouth, covering her tongue entirely. Then she closed her lips. Her throat bobbed... and she opened her mouth, her tongue lolling free, dangling towards her chin, her eyes half closed as she breathed softly. "Ah... hah... hahhh..." She panted, as beading droplets started to fall from her breasts to the bed, slithering tracks down her skin, towards her belly, towards the angular lines of her hip bones, her pelvis, her completely bare cunt.

"Holy shit, you do this, uh, how often?" Nova asked, panting.

"When I get lucky," she said, giggling. "Y-You can call me a kind of super groupie. A soupie!"

"I'm not calling you that," Nova said, frowning at her - and echoing one of their running gags, tossed back between one another in their goofier moments. The momentary reminder of his civilian identity made him tense, but Melissa seemed to barely notice it.

"Then how about bitch?" she purred. "Slut? Eager fucking whore..." She reached down, her fingers gliding along her sex. "Because that's what I feel like before that amazing fucking cock. Big. Fat. Wolf cock." She shivered. "Mmm. Gold." She licked the tip of him, teasing the narrow slit that he was sporting. His member twitched, hardening against with a snap - Nova was more shocked than Melissa, who just giggled. "Mmm, I love super's refectory periods so fucking much." ­

"I think I do too," Nova said, panting. "D-Do you need help with, uh..."

But Melissa, most emphatically, did not need help with the cum covering her body. She eagerly rubbed the spunk into her breasts, sighing and groaning as if it was easing some deep tension inside of her. Her fingers rubbed up to her cheeks and she began to lick the droplets off her fingers, moaning hungrily as she drank down super cum with an eagerness that would have made up for merely human refractory period - if Nova hadn't been hard as a rock, he would have been now. Now, instead, he was merely steel hard.

She laid back, then, her long, thin body fitting onto her bed like a knife in a sheath. Her thighs spread, lifting one leg up and up and up, so that her ankle was right near her head. She was always flexible, but Nova had never known she was this flexible. The tiny barcode of her Shield implant glinted almost as much as her sopping wet cunt, and her fingers reached down to make it even more inviting. Two finger, spreading, making her cunt spread wide. Her eyes were blazing hot as she whispered.

"Fuck me. Fuck me Nova Nine. Put your big fat golden cock inside of me." She bit her lower lip as he moved above her, his blue balls swaying as his cock tip pressed to her sex. He teased it up and down her folds, feeling her heat. I'm going to lose my virginity, he thought, dizzily. Then he planted his hands to either side of her head, his voice husky.

"As you wish," he whispered, then started to push into her. She felt... tight. Her sex clenched around him with a fluttering twitch as he started to ease into her, inch by inch by inch. Every inch brought a new soft whimpering moan from her, her eyes closing, her long spine arching. She hooked her left leg around his back, crooking her ankle to hold him in close as she pressed her ankle to his shoulder, enfolding him like a spider.

"F-Fuck... fuck, you're... ah..." Her eyes half closed. "Fuck, I love cape cock so fucking much. Ah. Fucking ruin my baseline pussy. Fucking break me, fuck..." She gasped as he pushed another few inches in - and with a lewd, wet slap, his knot crashed against her sex. Her sex tightened around him with a squeeze and she clung to him, quivering and trembling as another orgasm rushed through her. "Oh fuck!"

And then Nova drew his hips back... and thrust in again. His balls swayed against her tight brown ass and she cried out again, her voice animal and desperate. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rocked her hips, gasping and moaning with every motion. His hips started to move faster and faster, his cock plunging to her depths with each movement. And each time he thrust, his knot pushed her sex wider and wider, until... she grabbed onto his hips with her two hands, yanking him hard in as she growled. "Fucking knot me already!"

Nova groaned against her hair, gasping. "Melissa!" He gasped as his knot forced its way into her sex. Tying them together. Forever.

And.

Well.

There was no thinking now. Nova fucked her with a wild, animalistic need, his balls clapping against her ass again and again as he bent his head down, taking advantage of her tall, skinny body to kiss his way along her neck, to her jiggling, bouncing breasts. Her moans and her gasps grew even more fierce as he managed to close his mouth around one of her diamond hard nipples, his other hand gliding down to her hip, rooting her in place as he jackhammered into her again and again and again. His balls made a lewd plap plap plap noise, echoing throughout the room as her gasps and begging grew more and more pointed.

"Cum in me! Cum in me! Fucking breed your eager baseline, fuck, yes, I want your glowing cum inside of me!" She moaned hungrily. "Ah!"

"I thought!" He grunted between thrusts, the whole bed rocking against the wall. "You have a shield implant. For STIs. And. Ah. Pregnancies."

Melissa arched that long neck of hers, pressing her mouth seductively to his ear. Her breath was a husky croon, rumbling into his brain.

"... maybe I turned it off before I went out tonight."

Nova flushed and thrust hard. Her left leg tightened around his back even more, her fingers gripping onto his shoulder - but one of her hands glided along his back, down to cup and squeeze her ball with her long, flexible arm. It was too much. He quivered and threw his head back, groaning. "Oh fuck!" His balls tightened and he spurted. Spurted. Spurted. Spurted. His balls surged with cum again and again and again as he thrust into her, his knot keeping even a single droplet from escaping. Slowly, his girlfriend unwound from him, gasping softly, her eyes half closed.

"Fuck..." she whispered, huskily. Her belly swelled, as if she was already a little pregnant.

"D-Damn," Nova whispered, his ears twitching up. The urge to reveal himself as Brandon DeWitt was nearly overpowering... but...

Then he remembered that tutorial that Starfleet had run by him - about willpower, and telepaths, and... all the other threats a superhero might face. So, instead, he whispered. "So, uh... not gonna tell your boyfriend about this?"

She blushed and smiled. "Y-You, uh, must think I'm a real bitch..." She bit her lip. "B-But... he can't see this side of me." She blushed. "He's dating a sweetie, not some turbo-slut..." She looked away. "I don't want to ruin the one real relationship I have."

"Uh... huh..." Nova said, hesitantly.

"B-Besides, he's so cute, I bet he can get a side piece if he ever really needed to get laid." She said, nodding. "And boys cheat more often anyway, so, like, it's fine."

"... I don't... know if-"

"It's fine," she said, firmly.

"So, if you, uh, found out your boyfriend was... banging, like... uh..."

"Like Lady Luck or something?" she giggled, slightly. "Fuuuck, that'd be hot." She closed her eyes. "I bet my boyfriend could land her too, he's really sweet and she looks like she needs some sweeties, since her hubby is a fucking hunk." She nodded. "I mean, KOTF is fucking amazing in bed but he does not know how to do cuddles." She sighed. Then, dreamily, she whispered. "Still worth it."

Nova nodded.

Then he blinked.

"Wait, what!?"