The Impossibles Pt. 07

This can't be happening.

The thought ran, like electricity, through Nova Nine's brain as his mouth and tongue pressed against his own sister. His twin sister. Starfleet. She might be in her superhero guise - meaning she was technically remote controlling a robotic body through a cybernetic shunt. But it was still his sister, his own twin sister. The thought ran through his head as his palms swept from her shoulders to her hands, pinning them above her head as she kissed back just as eagerly, just as hungrily. She broke the kiss, panting as the soft whirring and clicking noise of her nipples swinging out and her sex becoming revealed by the shifting of the armored plates on her metal body filled the air.

"W-Wow..." She panted, softly.

"This is a terrible idea," Nova whispered.

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "I, uh... can't believe y-you... we're... actually doing this." She shivered. "I mean... y-you were always cute, but. Like. You were my brother." She shivered again. Her chrome fingers reached up to the collar of his superhero outfit. Her fingers hooked on his symsuit's edge and she tugged at it, and the symsuit obligingly became quite tearable. One of the advantages of wearing a psychoreactive mesh fabric.

And I just got it back on, he thought, distantly.

"Y-Yeah," Nova whispered. "Barbs-"

"Starfleet. Call me Starfleet." She yanked, hard, and revealed an expanse of his sleek, muscular chest. Her head lifted up as she gently kissed the implanted Omni-Spark that crackled between his nipples. The seated source of his powers buzzed against her lips and she shivered. "Nova... Nova Nine... you have a really fucking sexy body, you know."

"T-Thanks," Nova said, blushing. "But. Barbs. We're not... Nova Nine and Starfleet. We're... y-you're my sister..." He gasped as she leaned over, kissing one of his nipples. She nuzzled against him, while her hands continued to skim his symsuit down and down. It caught around his hips, his bulge straining impressively. She broke the kiss, whispering.

"Right now... we can pretend we're not..." she whispered. "Just Starfleet and Nova Nine. Two eager, horny, teenage superheroes. A-And one has just... this... gorgeous, glorious massive golden cock, I mean... fuck, I was touching myself for half an hour after watching you jerk off..." She shivered, hard, her fingers caressing along his belly. "I want to take it out, Nova."

Nova blushed. Hard. He looked aside. "A-Are we really... going all the way?"

"J-Just looking," Starfleet lied. "We're just. Just gonna look."

Nova gulped and then shifted back onto his feet. He stood beside the maintenance bed that they had been making out on and, glancing around nervously, his eyes fell on the alternate Starfleet bodies she had hanging around. With his thumbs hooked into the hem of his leggings, his eyes fell on the Starfleet body that was clearly male - like, emphatically, extremely, unmistakably male. He glanced back at Starfleet's prime body, arching an eyebrow. "So... sis, do I want to know why Starfleet-63m is there?"

Starfleet sat up, her cheeks glowing with red LEDs that she had apparently put in her body purely for blushing. "Listen, bro, you haven't a leg to stand on to make a judgy tone, considering you were making out with me five seconds ago!" She paused. "But okay, I made it for sex."

"With... yourself?" Nova asked.

"No..." Starfleet hesitated fractionally. "With other men. And women."

"Ah," Nova said. The fact his sister was Starfleet had been shocking shocking. The fact his sister was bisexual was shocking. The fact his sister was genderqueer was shocking shocking shocking. "Uh. Do you do it often?"

"Listen, when you're able to change gender at any second because of high tech cybernetics and remote controlled advanced robotic bodies, you realize that 'cis' is less of a category and more of a set of degrees!" she said, blushing. "If I stay in a male body for too long, I... I kinda get antsy. After a bit, I start really missing being, you know." She gestured to herself. "Pretty. But it's fun to try on, from time to time."

Nova nodded, slowly.

"I bet there are some people who'd, like, be in a male body for, like, a few seconds and immediately want to leave," Starfleet said, looking aside, her voice growing soft. "So, I think, people who are trans are just those that are born that way, you know? And then there's gradations of everything in between. So. Yeah. I have a male body to try out, when I feel like a guy. And I have sex in it." She blushed. "And the only thing that's a crime is that more people can't do it."

Nova grinned, shyly. "Y-You do know about GP pills, right?" he asked. Starfleet blinked, her cameras whirring and clicking.

"Gender Pills? So, like, it's an ATM machine thing, GP Pill is technically Gender Pill Pill," Nova said. "But, like, you can get them in stores."

"... I forgot... people... use non-robot bodies for a second there," Starfleet said. She put her hands over her face. "Auuuuuuugh! I do know about GPs! Fuck!"

"That's okay, you're only an N to the 3rd level intellect," Nova said, his voice sympathetic, but that tone just made her kick his hip playfully.

"Well, then, my N to the 3rd level intellect is going to make a prediction, Bro. You're going to whip those pants off and let me oggle your... your big... fat... g-golden cock!" Starfleet shot back, the LEDs ratcheting up a few levels of blush as she tried to sound sultry. It sounded more curious and eager and, well. Nova would hate to disappoint her. His heart lumped in his chest as he shoved the rest of his symsuit down around his ankles. He kicked it free and stood there, his cock bobbing and then hardening more and more, straining at the leash, as it were.

"W-Whoa..." Starfleet whispered. Her eyes locked onto his cock, drinking in every inch of him - ticking down bit by bit, her eyes moving in jerky, short arcs as she swung them down. "T-That's. A. Very big dick."

"T-Thanks," Nova said, blushing. "Or, uh, sorry."

"N-no, uh... no, it's... d-don't let it... go to..." She hesitated, then whispered. "Godsdamn."

It went immediately to Nova's head. He grinned, then took a step forward.

"Do... you like big dicks?" he asked, his voice husky. Her LEDs were almost humming as she blushed, her eyes whirring as she shifted her zoom focus. Her nose flared. "Do you like them big and gold? Even when they're on your annoying twin brother?" He whispered, caressing her braided hair, fingers stroking that warm, metal scalp. Rubber lips parted and she shivered.

"I mean... you're... not that annoying..." she whispered, an admission from either of his sisters that would have made a younger Nova Nine scoff and roll his eyes. But right now, it was an admission that gilded him almost as much as his dick. He gently pushed his sister forward - all thought of 'just looking' completely forgotten. Her lips were as soft against his dick as they had been against his mouth, and her warm, rubber tongue started to slither along his dick. She was self lubricating, and her eyes half closed as she licked the exotic, canine tip of his cock, moaning softly. Gold and the pale white and red paint-job of her hull was quite a contrast.

Then his sister pushed forward and Nova gasped as he found that, being a robot, she had no gag reflex, nor did she need to breathe... nor did she show any hesitation or fear. Big cock? She was going to conquer it, and conquer it she did, pushing down inch by inch by inch as her lips skimmed down to press against his knot. Her throat strained slightly, the metal shifting as his dick throbbed against her, while her camera lens eyes looked up past his arm and hand, into his eyes.

"So, what do you think?" Starfleet asked, her voice warm and husky in his ear.

Nova almost screamed. He jerked his head back - and his body pressed against rubber nipples, metal breasts, sleek metal belly. He craned his head and saw that Starfleet (SF-04) was snuggling against his back while Starfleet (SF-03) was deep throating his bright gold dick.

"H-Holy shit!" Nova gasped. "I... isn't this... disorientating?"

"I'm an N to the 3rd level intellect, bro," Starfleet whispered in his ear. Her feet shifted... and a warm, soft, rubbery pair of lips kissed his ass. He craned his head and saw that SF-05 was on her knees between her duplicate and was nuzzling against his bright blue cheeks. "This is child's play."

That phrase made each of their eyes flick over to SF-L011, who was still hanging off her hook.

"... okay, but, are you interested in-" Starfleet asked as Starfleet bobbed her head on his cock with as low, languid slurp, and Starfleet kissed from his ass cheek to his balls, licking his swaying sack gently.

"No!" Nova exclaimed.

"Hmm, someone protests too much!" Starfleet whispered in his ear. The breath tingling along his sensitive eartip made his cock twitch inside of the warm throat enfolding his cock. Starfleet noticed it. Of course she noticed it. There was no way she couldn't. And without needing to say a single word, she leaned forward and began to suck on his eartip, her lips closing around it as her other self spread his ass cheeks with her fingers and kissed his rosebud, her tongue pushing into him with a lewd moan, while the one sucking his dick pushed her head forward. Against this assault, there was basically no choice. Nova gasped as white flashed in his eyes and his whole body rocked, quivering as his balls tightened and he started to cum. The Starfleet sucking his dick drank greedily - then her eyes widened as more cum started to spurt down her throat.

She drew back, then gasped as more cum splashed her face as Nova just kept spunking. His warm seed splashed against her brow, splattered her chin, her cheeks, soaked her tits as she drew away more, while the one eating his ass crooked her tongue, grinding against his prostate. He grunted and quivered again, his balls aching as a final spurt of cum splashed out - hitting Starflight in her open mouth as she angled her head to catch the cum.

"Fuck..." The one who was cuddling behind him gasped as the one eating his ass kept teasing him. "Y-Your cum..." Her eyes widened. "Analyzing... analyzing..."

Analyzing meant, as far as Nova could tall, licking more of his glowing spunk off her fingers, scooping it off her breasts, moaning as she licked her fingers clean with her rubbery tongue. Of course, that tongue had last been seen dispensing E to horny teenagers, so...

A soft chime rang out and the Starfleet on her knees before him shook her head, solemnly. "Dude. You're so fucking fertile. I was worried about this, a little, when I watched you bareback that Jinx chick."

"... what?" Nova asked.

"So, some supers, their bodies undergo various changes, right? You do, when you have the Omni-Spark's energy running through you," Starfleet said, her cum-splattered body standing up - but not to move to a washroom. Instead, several more bodies giggled as they hurried over and began to lick her clean. The sight of a half dozen gorgeous girls, all metal and exotic and identical, all of them grinding against themselves, nuzzling, licking, moaning softly as they each felt what the other was doing to themselves, was enough to nearly distract Nova from what Starfleet said next.

"Your cum is super-fertile. Like, these bad boys can batter their way through... shit, most condoms, let alone Shield implants, or luck spells for that matter," she said, shaking her head. "Uh, when you plowed Melissa, you did wear a condom with her, right?"

"Uh, no... what, wait, I..." Nova blinked. "You're kidding."

"Bro, you've knocked up two girls in two days," Starfleet said. "Shit, I'd be shocked if you didn't knock me up, and these bodies don't even have wombs. That's how fertile we're talking here."

"Bu..." Nova stammered.

"He twitched!" one of the starfleets who was nuzzling the cum-covered Starfleet's thigh said, pointing.

And suddenly, Nova was surrounded by laughing girls, playfully shoving him, while the talkative Starfleet cackled. "Hah! Perv! Perv! You get off on knocking up girls!" she said, pointing at him.

"... it's not fer-"

"Dude, it's not even cum as most people recognize it!" she said, giggling giddily. "It's quantum stabilized semi-energetic liquid." She grinned. "Tastes great. Amazing for your skin. Cleans up real easy. Won't knock anyone up."

"You're a real piece of work you know that, right?" Nova asked, grabbing onto his sister's asses. As many as he could, at once. Which was two. He squeezed both.

"Yeah, I know, a work of art!" Starfleet said, giggling. Then one of the non-cum splattered ones leaned in and kissed him. And it was a good kiss. Dizziness good, in fact. Nova knew that he should have hesitated. But the wrongness had bled out, bit by bit, with every second of this. Now, it felt entirely natural to push his sister up onto the maintenance bed. Her thighs spread, wantonly. Hungrily. Her mouth and his broke and their eyes met as she whispered. "Admit it, bro..." She shivered as his rock hard golden cock bumped against her rubbery cunt - while more of her surrounded him. Palms caressed him - and one hand closed around his dick, guiding him against her. "... it's better with bots."

Nova shivered, feeling her sex dripping along his dick. "Y-Yeah. And it doesn't count."

"Yeah... n-not like I want you to toss me off my wheelchair and take advantage of my supine, helpless body, fucking me as I mewl and whimper and squirm... as... you stretch my... virgin pussy..." She hesitated. "S-Since... I'm... I'm still a... virgin... in my..." She trailed off.

The two of them remained perfectly still.

"A-Anyway, are you gonna, uh, just for fun fuck this mobility aid in a way that's technically not incest?" Starfleet stammered, her LEDs blazing.

"Yeah... I think I will," Nova said, putting his hands on her shoulders, then pushing her onto her back, fully. He leaned over her, his voice soft. "I..." He hesitated, then whispered. "I love you, Starfleet." His cock started to push into her. Her folds spread and the tingling thrill of easing into his own sister burned along his spine. He gasped as she tensed, her cheeks burning brightly, her palms sliding along his hips - while two more hands planted on his ass, pushing against him, allowing him to thrust more easily into her. He groaned as his knot slapped against her cunt, the lewd, wet noise ringing out loudly in the maintenance bay.

"A-Ah!" Starfleet gasped, her eyes half closed. "F-Fuck... fuck, you're... so... fucking big!" She arched her back slightly, her head rolling back - since she was angled a bit on the bed, her head hung off the side, dangling as she gasped and moaned. "G-Gods. I. I am... I'm so happy you got powers, Nova. I... I hated not telling you." She gasped as he started to ease back. "It... just... just fuck me, please!"

"It's okay, Fleet," Nova purred, his balls clapping against her ass with a resounding ting as he thrust in again - and drew moans from every single girl around him, an echoing, overlapping noise. "I know that's how you say you love me too."

"F-Fucking dork!" She gasped, lifting her head. "Don't... ah... try and get romantic while- ah! Ah! Oh god, oh... ah! MMM!" She managed to get her voice under control again. "W-While bare backing your fucking sister!"

"It doesn't count if it's a bot," Nova purred.

"T-Then stop being romantic!" She put her hands over her face, trying to cover her blush - while each thrust he bucked into her caused her tits to jiggle fetchingly. He really did have to analyze her body at some point, to see how metal could be so deliciously organic sometimes. "Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She whimpered as he pushed deep, his knot teasing against her cuntlips, pressing them wider... wider... then he drew back, forcing her to grab onto the sides of the table, fingers digging in as she bit her lip, hard.

"Put the knot in!" One of her other bodies hissed in his ear. "Knot me, knot me, please! Stop... fucking teasing me, bro!"

"I dunno..." Nova purred, softly. "What if your analysis was wrong? What if I am hyper fertile?"

"Youuu fucking dick!" The speaking body leaned against him, clinging to him, her knees trembling as several other bodies fell over, clanging loudly. "Knot your fucking sister or I will... will... ah... g-go and fuck Dad instead!"

"Yeah, sure you will," Nova said, his grin as cocky as... well...

He grunted as his body rocked into her again and again and again - and each time, he refused to quite knot her. He pulled back each time, driving her wild with the near misses, her gasps and whimpers and mewling growing more and more intense. The body clinging to him clung tighter and tighter as her moans and gasps echoed in his ears, and his sister closed her eyes tightly as she rocked her hips hungrily. "Please! Please knot me, please, I wanna get stretched, I wanna get tied to you, Nova! Knot me! Please!" She gasped out.

"Mmm, it is fun hearing you-"

And then a warm, wet pair of lips pressed to his ass and a tongue pushed into him again. Nova squeaked, slammed forward, and gasped as his knot fully sank into her with a wet squish. She quivered and came around his dick, her sex tightening around him as each of the other bodies cried out, a musical, harmonious choir of femining pleasure... and the one that had eaten his ass pulled back and laughed. "Anilingus... works every- EEEP!"

Nova, having knotted his sister lost even a hint of self control. He leaned over her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders, shifted his powers to enhance his endurance, and then started to jackhammer into her with a driving, buzzing speed that caused the table to squeal and squeak and twist beneath them. White and red painted legs scissored around his hips, ankles locked over ankles, and Nova's sister clung to him like a limpet as she was fucked silly, her eyes blazing as they opened, her spine arching with every other thrust as she clenched and clenched and clenched on him, her mouth opening and a robotic squeal escaping as her speakers were overloaded by the sensations exploding through her body.

"Fuck!" Nova groaned. "My eager little fucking sister so fucking hot for her brother's cock, I might as well give it all to you!" He snarled, thrusting faster and faster. "I bet your wheelchair is fucking soaked, you're cumming buckets in your organic body right now, aren't you!?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" She gasped nodding desperately. "I can't... ah... even see out of my own eyes! I'm so... I'm cumming so much!"

***

Rachel, holding a busted mobile handheld console, scowled as she waved her hands before her drooling sister. "Yo! Barbs?" She said as Barbs twitched again. "Is this a supervillain thing? Do I have to get in costume?" She snapped her fingers before her sister's nose once. Twice. "... fuck, this better just be a sex thing..."

She snapped her finger again - and this time, it came with a flash of magic as her skin turned gray, and her costume formed around her body. Top hat at a jaunty angle, long and beautiful gray thighs clad in nothing but fishnets and sleek stockings, Corvi Magpie walked out of her sister's room and into the corridor.

"Magic, magic, I love magic," Corvi sang as she cast a scrying spell - and a glimmering pink ribbon drew itself into the air, winding its way through the Impossimansion and towards the basement laboratory.

Corvi started to skip along, humming as she did so. "Gonna fix my steam deck, gonna get my steam deck fixed, gotta play my visual novels!" She sang to herself.

***

"Nova! Nova! Nova! Nova!" Starfleet gasped - having shifted around to sit on Nova's lap as he sat on the maintenance bench, his hips driving up into her, his balls currently being sucked by two of her eager other bodies, who knelt under them and moaned hungrily around his nuts. "Ah, Nova, I love your cock! It feels so fucking good inside of me! Ah, void my fucking warranty with your big fat cock! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Nova grabbed onto her ass, squeezing her and kissing her throat, his voice husky as he growled against her. "Sis... I'm... gonna cum!"

"H-How the fuck have you lasted this fucking long, it's been an hour!" Starfleet mewled. "My fucking chronometer has to be bugged, it has-"

"Superpowers," Nova purred.

"Fuckingcheatingpowers!" Starfleet squealed - ignoring the fact that she currently had several bodies working to try and get Nova off even faster.

"Do you want me..." Nova grunted. "To cum inside of you... or... all over your lewd little bot body?"

"Inside me, please!" Starfleet gasped. "Fucking knock me up, I want-"

Nova thrust into her. Hard. His teeth clenched as he groaned low in his throat. He quivered and his body trembled from his head to his toes as his balls tightened and he started to gush into her, spurting blast after blast of cum, pouring into her body as she gasped and quivered. Her eyes widened.

"Uh... N-Nova!" One of her other bodies said as the body he was filling kept twitching. "I just realized a design flaw in-"

Cum flooded up around Starfleet's lips. Warm, glowing seed poured over her mouth, dribbling down her chin, splashing her breast as she made a gurgling noise around the spunk filling her - and more started to drip around her ears, splashing onto her shoulders as she was stuffed with more and more cum. Nova's eyes widened as the knot twitched inside of her - the bizarre image almost... no... definitely erotic. His cheeks burned, while the Starfleet on his dick quivered and her head rolled back, her cunt clenching on him spasmodically.

"... y-yeah, I... uh... listen, I built my internals for normal amounts of cum," the Starfleet next to him said. "Uh, oh dear."

Smoke sputtered and hissed out the robot body as a single, final clench shot through her body - a clench so tight that it squeezed another spurt of cum out of Nova as he gasped, then moaned. "F-Fuck!" He rolled his head back, his hips twitching as the body on his dick slumped over, then fell into the arms of the other girls - saving his dick from a nasty dislocation.

"S-So, uh, two notes for the future," Starfleet said as one of him stayed by him, the others working to slowly tug the broken body off his knot, which required Nova to squirm and wriggle and clench his teeth against the discomfort of it. "One, I need to build a body specially for you, bad boy, and..." She hesitated, then swerved. "A-And note two, uh... that last spurt of information that a body transmits before suffering total failure is... possibly the best orgasm I've ever felt. That's. New."

Nova laughed, raggedly, while his dick softened somewhat, hanging in the open air - glistening with juices, slimed with cum, and looking pretty... fucking hot, if he did say himself. Starfleet cuddled against him, her voice husky. "We... should..." She hesitated. "W-we can't exactly cuddle. This room is private, but people do come down here."

"Y-Yeah," Nova said, trying to... force his brain to think about what they had done in realistic terms. But he couldn't. All he could think about was how good his sister had felt. How much... he really did appreciate her. Yeah, they butted heads. Siblings did. But they had one another's backs. He reached back, gently stroking her head as she nuzzled against his shoulder. "We can cuddle for a little bit, right?" he asked.

And thus, Nova unwittingly gave a completely shocked Corvi, who had been watching for the past few minutes, time to shake herself, then start to tip to backwards, away from the entrance of the Lab and towards the stairs.

Then up the stairs.

Then to her room, where she sat on the bed, and trembled.

"... g-goddamn, bro," she whispered, looking off at the wall. Her hand rested on her thigh... and then started to creep, inch by inch, towards her crotch. Then... she started to rub herself. Her cheeks burned and she hissed. "Goddamn it Starfleet!" Her eyes closed.

I'd been good for so, so long.

But it seemed Nova had changed the rules. Huh?

***

Nova Nine never thought he'd be so glad to have such a boring job, when he had first been told that he was going to be a superhero. The chemical composition of polydiurelthenopolytoxinate was one of the most sophisticated, delicate assemblages of molecules that the human race had ever yet discovered. It was vital in fixing certain dimensional differences in refugees from other universes who needed their brains and bodies adjusted to fit in with this dimensional frequency. Without a proper amount of polytox, several pretty well known superheroes would have an extremely bad time... but, more, so would countless civilian refugees who had flocked to the relative stability of this particular Earth.

It took machines the size of small buildings and the technical aptitudes of a dozen well trained engineers to make a vial of polytox.

Or!

He could make three tons of it by just focusing really hard at a big vat, while holding a sample of it in his other hand.

"You're gonna really help the wormies relax," head technician Gabor said as he stood beside Nova.

"Uh, the who?" Nova asked.

"Most of the d-bees who need polytox are wormies," Gabor said.

"... and... what are wormies?" Nova asked, his brow furrowing.

"You know, from Worm?"

Nova imagined a large, sentient earthworm wearing a suit and hat, the sleeves dangling empty.

"Yeah," he said, slowly. "I see why they'd need this."

"All right, just make six copies of this, and you'll cover the planetary need for polytox," Gabor said, then turned and started to walk away from Nova Nine, who focused as he felt the molecules shifting around in his brain. Once he had the basic arrangement, he started to copy it and copy it and copy it. What was funny was, as he copied it, he was able to copy more of it by just taking assemblages of multiple molecules and copying those. He was able to speed up and speed up and speed up with each practiced attempt, until by the end there, he was just spraying polytox into buckets from his palms. Once he was done, he brushed his hands off, breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around.

He was alone.

"Uh... Mr. Gabor?" he called out, then started to walk around. He didn't find Mr. Gabor in the surrounding factory. He felt a bit like he had just been abandoned.

Honestly?

He was fine with that. He was fine working alone, he was fine having a job that was just wrangling molecules.

Because he had fucked his sister.

Those three words kept echoing in the back of his brain when he wasn't distracted. There was cheating on Melissa. Sure. She had cheated on him, there was a certain level of fairness. But. He had fucked his sister. His actual sister. His flesh and blood twin. And it had felt fucking amazing. A tiny part of him was practically buzzing with excitement at finding her and doing it again. He could imagine wheeling her into her room with her wheelchair, and just... he smacked his own cheek with his left hand.

Focus. Focus!

"Uh, if you don't need anything more, I'll be heading out!" He called out into the echoing factory. Now he was getting worried, was this just classic misunderstanding based workplace wandering, or was there a supervillain about?

Wait. I have superpowers!

The realization hit him almost as soon as he did it. He refined his senses, expanded out that feeling of his spark. The molecules of the whole factory was humming. Alive. And he could feel Mr. Gabor. He was... in... a bathroom, singing to himself as he urinated loudly. Badly, too. Both his singing and his urination sounded like he needed to see a doctor. Nova wondered if he should offer, but, no. He waved his hand to turn the air above the buckets into a plastic seal, then waved his hand again to turn more air into a sticky note, then scribbled on the sticky note, again, with pen he manifested from oxygen molecules.

Hey Mr. Gabor, the polytox is done. It's covered so it won't spoil. Thank you for letting me work here. Signed- N9.

He grinned, then stuck the post it note to the bucket, then teleported onto the roof. Evening was gathering... and his phone rang. He pulled it from his symsuit pocket, and grinned as he saw the caller ID was L'oquan. He teleported to be somewhere a bit less conspicuous, and then tried to sound like a normal ass Bryant. "Yo Lo, what's up?"

"Bryant, dude, I feel like I haven't seen you for, like, six weeks," L'oquan said, cheerfully. "Have you finally gotten Melissa to give up the V-card?"

Shit, Nova realized that... well, with his sister and Krazy Klown and... he had never even gone back to Melissa's place. He had just nutted in his own sister. Behind her back. His face colored and he stammered. "S-Still working on it!"

"Well, remember what they say about Earth girls! Get em right after they lay eggs."

"... I think that's just Earth Triellians, not Earth humans," Nova said, grinning as his ears twitched up in amusement.

"Yeah, I said Earth girls, I didn't say human girls, racist," L'oquan said, cheerfully. "You wanna hang tomorrow!"

"Sure, unless something comes up!" Nova said, thinking quick. "I've been applying to a fuckton of colleges, and they might call up."

"Right, suuuuure!" L'oquan said. "Or you've been trying to get into Louise's panties behind Melissa's back and want a cover."

"Why Louise?" Nova asked, cocking his head.

"She's the... hot one, right?" L'oquan asked.

"Dude, uh, whoever told you that..." Nova hesitated. He didn't want to hurt Louise's feelings, or badmouth her behind her back, or play into serotypes about teenage boys. It's just... well, he wouldn't... exactly... choose her over, say, Melissa. Or Quinn.

Or your sister, apparently, a guilt riddled part of his brain hissed.

Like, it was-

He froze, blinking slowly.

"Whoever told me that what?" L'oquan asked. "Wait, shit, is she actually a boy again, did I fuck up your genders?"

"N-No, uh, no, Louise is a sweetie and you shouldn't talk such guff about her!" Nova said, nodding. "Now, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, dude." He hung up with a click after L'oquan said 'later, pinkskin' and then took to the air with a shimmer of energy and his cape fluttering. He had an idea for how to use his powers proactively and pro-socially... and, uh... and there were no other motivations! He grinned as he soared over the city streets, looking down as he started to tack over the neighborhood where Louise, Quinn, and at least four other girls from school lived.

And lo!

There was Louise. She was walking a pair of yappy dogs that had both chosen to start barking up at him. Which did draw Louise's gaze. Within the privacy of his brain, Nova felt a twinge of shame at how... well. Whoever had told L'oquan that she was 'the hot one' had definitely been trying to set the two up for some horrible faux pas. Louise was chubby cheeked, hair lipped, big teethed, bug eyed. Her hair was thinner than it should have been and she had a bit of a paunch. She looked a bit like a pug, at the best, she was going to be cute. Not hot. Not eye catching.

Nova landed before her, grinning. "Uh, hey!" he said, smiling cheerfully.

"... whoa, uh... who are you?" she asked.

"The name is Nova Nine!" Nova said, bowing. "I'm doing a quick patrol and, well, just asking if there's anything I can do for you."

"W-What are your powers?" Louise asked, her eyes shining eagerly - she smiled shyly, though she did keep her lips locked to cover her teeth.

Nova nodded, then said, as delicately as he could: "I can manipulate observable patterns of matter and energy!" he said. "Basically, I can transform, create, reshape, adjust..." He grinned, slightly, his ears twitching up.

Louise whistled. "Wow..." she said. "... c... can you do... body modding? Like Exotique?"

"I can!" Nova said. "Why, need these dogs to be less loud?" he asked, reaching down to pet one of their heads. The dog kept barking excitedly.

"... uh..." Louise hesitated. "S-So, um. How much does it cost? Exotique charges, like... millions."

"Well, I'm a hero, not an... amoral quasi-mercenary slash sometimes servant of supervillains," Nova said, waving his hand. "I'll do it for a k- for free!" He said, realizing how creepy asking for a kiss was, it was not going to be charming, it was going to be creepy.

Louise looked as if she had never been so excited in entire life. She stood there, buzzing, and drew in a sharp breath. "Ohmygosh! I get to show you my-"

Which was precisely when a glowing spear of red hellfire slammed into the ground between Nova and her. The yappy dogs stopped barking and Louise sprang away, while Nova looked around wildly, not sure where that had come from.

"Hah!" A female laugh rang out. "Holy shit, dude, just tell her you'll only put your dick in a girl if she's a supermodel."

The voice came from a street lamp that seemed... strangely darkened. Shadowed. It was as if all the light below it was sucking up the light above it - a V of shadows, hiding a crouching figure atop the streetlamp. A glowing red spear appeared, casting its light on the figure in shadows, outlining a jacket, a muscular arm, and a single brilliant red eye that shone in the shadows.

"You know... goody two shoe heroes really piss me off."

The figure leaped up, then smashed down onto the center of the street, crunching the asphalt into a crater. She was a red skinned woman with a pair of curled demonic horns, a long whipping spade tipped tail, and a halo of crackling fire that hung above her head, the smoke rising into the shape of a crown. Her hair was long, and covered all but one glowing eye, while her ears were as sharp and pointed as Nova Nine's. She was dressed in a sleeveless denim jacket, torn jeans, a spiked belt, and a tank top. She was tall, muscular, and smelled of brimstone.

"Especially when they fucking steal my shtick," she smirked, then twirled her flaming spear in her hands, then brought it into a fighting stance. A pair of other spikes burst from either side of the spear's shaft, turning it into a trident.

Nova wracked his brain. It wasn't Devil Girl, she was a hero. It wasn't Sin-I-Star, she had a night gimmick and... was more... traditionally pretty. That left...

"Inferness," Nova Nine said, slowly. "I didn't know you granted wishes."

"Sure do," she said, smirking as she did so. "Louise, baby, want to be hot? Sign my contract, and then you'll get laid as many times as you want." She snapped her free fingers and a glowing contract crackled into existence. "All it costs is your, uh, what did that chrome plated bitch call it? Quantum process operating in proximity to messy biological computers?" She sneered.

"Louise, get behind me," Nova said. "I am going to politely ask Inferness to leave."

"Oh sick!" Louise said, drawing a glance from Nova and a short laugh from the demonic girl. "A-And, uh, also, before I answer that, I have to get the illustration!"

Nova didn't have time to wonder what illustration she was referring to. Instead, he just eyed Inferness, trying to weigh this. How much of this was real. How much of this was just show. She smirked as she twirled her trident in her hands, then swept it to the side, her one eye narrowing as she readied herself. If this was just for show, he had to make it good...

But if she was a genuine villain, not just a heel looking for fun...

Could he call for time out and ask?

He waited...

And then he saw the first move.

She swept her trident up and a ball of hellfire appeared at the tip, then whipped at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and a blue wall of flames exploded between himself and Inferness. The ball of hellfire struck it, exploded into a wave of sparkles, and Nova put on his best big damn hero voice.

"Get to cover! She's dangerous!" he said.

Yeah. And if she hits me with ten of those in a row, I might get a headache! He thought, feeling his tension relaxing. This was gonna be fun.              

"Ready..." Inferness whispered, then louder, called out to the whole community. "Fight!"