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“... An evil Stormwave?”
The words of the panda superhero were not incredulous, or worried, or even really something most would call ‘believing’. There was a distinct flatness to her tone, an emptiness that belied the fact that this concept was practically impossible to understand. Narrowed green eyes, arms folded, head cocked to one side.
The works.
“Ya huh.” Was the only reply the invincible bunny gave as she practically tore the hinges off of the nearest door. Her super strength was just enough to get them into what seemed to be some abandoned factory downtown, the sort of which practically begged for supervillains to come and infest them. Sometimes, they were even known to have turf wars over popular centers of malice.
“And you’re telling me that there’s just an evil fox running around and… It’s not ours?”
Stellara had joined in the entering action, slamming her gauntlet-covered fist into the stronger steel of the inner door.
Wham, wham, blam. The door broke open as the magic flared into life, shattering whatever ancient locks the original creators had thought would be sufficient. The duo entered, slowly, before checking their surroundings for a moment. Even two powerful ladies had to be prepared.
“Ya huh.” The rabbit girl said once more, already dusting off her fist from the impacts before. A girl had to keep her composure, even when dealing with the horrendous villain known as grime!
“Okay, I know you and Stormy aren’t the best of friends, but come on! She’s not evil!” The panda paused for a moment as she thought about that statement. “Most of the time.”
The falling dust of the door forced sunbeams to become visible, cascading through all sight to create a near endless gloom. Rusted fabricators were strewn left and right, as if no one had bothered to pick up from their workstations when the last bell had been whistled. Spanners, wrenches, and even what looked like an electric screwdriver had been carelessly tossed away, somehow to be ignored by the ever present threat of scavengers.
“Yuh huh.” The rabbit commented again, taking her step forward to look around. Though it was not readily apparent that there was any sign of life around here, the bunny could easily pick up on a few tracks, visible like craters in the sediment layer.
Boots.
“And she’s.. Where, Belle? I don’t exactly see her.” Stellara had not seen those tracks, quite yet. Instead letting her eyes wander around the huge amount of not-fox that was available. It seemed overwhelming, how much she wasn’t finding the supposedly evil vixen. “If she’s in such a shining rubber outfit, you think I’d have seen that?”
DuraBelle turned herself towards the elder panda, flipping her impossibly long red hair. Every fan of hers had speculated, correctly, that she had been the impossible enemy of haircare professionals the world over; she had never once gotten a real haircut. Both of her arms folded across her chest as she gave a playful little pout, leaning forward to look up with big, round, red eyes.
“Aww, Stellara. You think I’d mistake Stormy wearing such a stupid looking suit? C’mon, she’s all shiny and stuff! Even our Stormy has better taste than that and she wears yellow!”
Despite mocking the teammate, the bright and cheerful tones of the rabbit kept it from seeming too malicious; an innocent master of disguise.
“Right… And how do you know our one didn’t just get into some new stuff? I mean… I remember that one time you and… Uh… Pumpkin…”
DuraBelle suddenly jumped from her posture of playful cuteness into a look of shock. The lapine leap backwards raised a dust cloud around her broad paws, poofing visibly against the dusky lights.
“Don’t bring that up! I know it’s Stormy because I’m smart and..”
The bunny words were cut off by a fairly dry, unimpressed voice; one with an accent of both mechanization and ‘extremely-upper-crusty-but-too-old-for-this’. From Belle’s waist.
“The supposed ‘evil twin’ also appeared to be slightly older than Miss Stormwave. Additionally, she was, how you say…”
“Stacked. Like, big as mine.” The bunny lifted her hands up, cutting off her DuraBelt with her brazen response. Both paws cupped under her notably voluminous chest, hefting them playfully. Her partly unzipped bodysuit went down a couple of zipper pegs, revealing slightly more of the white bunny flesh.
The effect was not lost on Stellara who, with some mild reluctance, had to steal her glance away from the voluptuous student of hers. Playing it cool, she rolled her eyes faintly.
“What, you’re telling me that the evil Stormwave, which you just happened to see from afar a week ago, has bigger tits than…”
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Both heroes immediately went silent as something started to approach from one of the closed doors. Though muffled, the heavy sound of thick sole meeting concrete was easy to amplify when the machines were all turned off. The whole warehouse was basically one big, halfway decrepit, amphitheater.
Stellara moved herself slowly, trying to avoid causing too much noise. One of the gems on her gauntlet glowed to life; whatever was coming, a burst of superstrength always seemed to have some effect on it. Except those water-made enemies. Then she had other magical tools for that, though it would be much more annoying.
What she didn’t notice was the small run of electricity running along the back of her younger companion’s ears, forming a Jacob’s ladder effect before vanishing at the back of the head. Long bunny ears made great antennae.
“Okay, so we need a plan.” The panda whispered as the footsteps slowed down for but a moment. She had her eyes trained on the door, all of her senses focused to a laser point on the metal surface that separated them from the enemy. Whatever came out might be dangerous, or maybe just some random grifter. It was never the last one.
She also didn’t notice the soft pant from the rabbit. Stellara didn’t hear or see the sudden warmth exploding across the bunny body, the teasing of her suddenly so hard nipples against the warmth of her duratex bodysuit. It wasn’t possible to know the heat blossoming to life between her shapely thighs, the moist nature of her sex contained only by the leotard that was now feeling so torturous against her fragile body.
Need had crept into Belle’s mind, wrapping tendrils of heat into every fold of her gray matter. One hand, unbidden, hand already moved to slide into her blue costume, unzipping it slowly. It was impossible to fight the urges now, to push them away; something was driving each muscle, like the strings of a master puppeteer. A dull fascination observed this sudden helplessness, though the efficacy of thought was drowned in the unending repetition of nearly orgasmic feelings.
“So we aren’t just running in there.” Stellara said, even as the glassy red eyes focused over her elder’s body.
There was something impossibly attractive about the team den mother, all of a sudden. Not that DuraBelle had ever once questioned if her professor-teammate was hot. She was, undoubtedly. Enough that there had been fleeting images of getting her into bed, though that was not too likely, due to the school thing, Those thoughts were miles away from her brain right now, thrown aside by her want of fuck that panda ass right now.
“So I think mmph?!”
The more cautious hero didn’t get to speak much more, not after the more than half naked invincibunny suddenly threw herself forward, wrapping her arms about the professor’s neck. This was startling and unexpected, though what caught the panda powerhouse more off guard was the sudden explosion of rabbit tongue trying to force its way down her throat.
She tried, for a moment, to push the rabbit off. Not possible, Belle had her in a mix of a death grip of lust and a superpowered hug around her neck. Most people would have been completely helpless, with the unexpecting professor lacking the magic to be much more efficient.
Still, there was something about this kiss, this potent embrace, that was burning at the team leader; some attraction towards her teammate, the kind which should have made this a minute bit of arousal before stopping it. A normal person would have found a way to prevent this assault on her tonsils without fail, finding a way to focus on the possibly very dangerous thing at large.
But this wasn’t normal, for either of them. What flames of lust the rabbit was feeling were being transferred, almost literally, from herself to the bear. One hand had already reached down and stripped away some of Stellara’s costume, pressing two rubber coated fingers against the tightly confined sex. The unimaginable heat pushing into the bunny brain drove those digits to stroke and twitch, firing her professor faster than ever.
Without resistance, Stellara submitted to her ever increasing burdens of pleasure. One hand pressed upwards in a flash, putting the gauntlet lacking digits against the bunny bust. A simple push down was enough to completely strip the garment, throwing those bouncing boobs for everyone to see.
The soft gasp of the bunny was all the panda needed to push her forward. Her fingers grasped one of those generous mounds mercilessly, kneading and teasing the firm flesh to the chorus of a moaning college co-ed.
Orgasm found Stellara unnaturally early; stars exploding into her sight only just after the slickened fingers dove into her quivering slit, teasing out the juices in a deluge of need. She moaned into the lips of her sudden lover, consumed by the tandem trembling each of them felt; their climaxes linked, tied together into the perfect harmony.
What should have been a moment before things resolved seemed to stretch into infinity. It felt like an elastic layer was holding them up, up, higher than ever before. The orgasm was now a sine wave, bursting upwards in little spikes before lowering, but never once leaving the baseline of hopelessly fucking turned on.
Moans and cries of bliss covered the area as they leaked, from both their kissing maws and hungry holes, onto the tool strewn floor of the warehouse. What mission they had was seemingly forgotten, erased by the endless string of climaxes working their minds out.
Not that it stopped their cum-drunk thinky parts from realizing someone had been approaching. Something that their addled brains registered as ‘impossibly hot’. A ‘real fox’, some racist people might have said at one point.
Because it was a fox. A vixen dressed in green and black, shining in the dull light of the employee-less workplace. Sharp sapphire eyes looked out, being one of the only things the scattered souls could think about.
“Oh my.. Two toys. Well, let’s play.”
Along with the words came a flash that seemed to come from behind the eyes of the heated heroes, one which consumed everything. Thought, control, even consciousness; when it faded, they were both out cold.
The pair came to with a glorious sight; a vixen stepping towards them. The same as before, but in better focus; green on black rubber, tall boots, a halfjacket. Everything seemed pristine; shining and gloriously polished. Not a single inch of her villainous figure was left free of the perfect latex suit, save from her neck up. Even past the dull fires of lust still burning in their minds, the pair of captive heroes knew she was more than a little intimidating.
She also did have a larger bust than their original vulpine.
“My oh my..” The fox started, her voice carrying the same accent that their compatriot carried, even if this new one seemed to be more refined than the original. Something seemed poised and perfected, like each syllable was being picked for the exact right impact.
Stellara was the first to move; first to struggle against whatever it was that was holding her so tightly. Something coarse and harsh, like hemp rope, dug against her muscles in just the right way to keep her still. Her legs were immobile, arms burning slightly with the weight of having her wrists crossed for any period of time, and even more against her chest and neck.
In short, she was screwed.
How could a hero escape aside from calling on the magical powers of ‘Oh shit where is the gauntlet’?
The cold metal was not against her wrist at all, nor digging into the flesh of her back. A soft shiver of panic ran across her body, though a tide of titillating pleasure rippled through her deepest mind; something about the helplessness was seemingly sexy? The position of being captive by her own teammate, even if it was just some other version of her, turned her on even more?
“Stormy, let…”
BZZZ
The panda and bunny both gave a yelp as something against their naked sexes turned on; a smooth bulb, beginning to rapidly vibrate in the exact right position to maximize pleasure. It whirred and massaged exactly as its name implied; a magic wand, pushing towards that forbidden chasm once more.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t take that name. That’s for a much more pathetic me. Call me Queen.” The fox said with a laugh, stepping forward again. Her voice carried a tone of supreme arrogance, as if she knew that these two heroes in front of her couldn’t do a thing.
“Then again, I think it’s adorable that you two think talking will be part of our relationship. I do give you permission to moan once my.. Friend starts in on you.”
It was only when moving, and when horribly aroused, that the pair noticed one more part of the kidnapper fox’s outfit; a large, pink, practically begging to be stared at, phallus. Not a canid, nor equine, just a huge dildo that hung off of her body, strapped to her groin, with authority. It practically seemed to be telling them that it would be invading both of them soon.
Belle tried to speak for a moment, but was cut off the instant one of those gloved hands stroked against her cheek. A soft storm of sparks jumped from each finger to the bunny head, vanishing into her indestructible fur faster than anyone could notice.
And right into her brain, which registered a massive orgasmic eruption.
“Belle… You always were so useful to me. And here you are, bringing me a new toy! Was our last meeting so great… So wonderful..” Each syllable was drawn out, dragging in time with the fingers that traced over the subtle curves of the lapine muzzle.
Whatever words DuraBelle wanted to say were lost to the void of her own vacuous pleasure, making room in her conscious thought for nothing but the electrically stimulated need that seemed practically all consuming. Nothing could make this pleasure stronger…
Except the fox leaning in, pressing her lips against the suspended super firmly. Their maws locked, tongues pressing and exploring one another all over again. Even more joy wrote itself across the nearly constantly cumming bunny’s brain, writing the moans that were so being so readily consumed by her kissing queen.
The evil Zyla, for her part, never seemed overly focused on the rabbit. Her icy gazed remained locked on new prey, a panda who was stuck to stare at her sexy partner giving herself so needily to their captor. One who was now being held, locked from crossing the final step towards orgasm by some indestructible barrier, sealing her at the endless frustration while other toys kept her furnace stoked.
This interminable kiss lasted for what seemed like forever, before the Queen withdrew. A single spark was left behind, jumping from fox to bunny.
So that’s it, the academic panda thought to herself with whatever shred of conscious thought she could muster, she’s using electrici-
“It’s cute. You two are like my… Lesser part in this world. Powers.. Unbreakable bodies, super strength, magic! I mean, you could do almost anything. But you don’t. You two just bumble around, pretending to save people. And I can take it away, just like this…” And one finger slowly moved, tracing against the jawline of the barely thinking panda just in the middle of those thoughts.
And then it was gone, just as another source of agonizing pleasure shot through them; toys lodged in the heroic tailholes, pushing against even more sensitive little areas. The nerves within their forbidden passages were alight with the pleasure from before, but now they were practically exploding from the vibrations and tiny shocks running rampant through their flesh.
Both pairs of eyes rolled up, bunny and bear, as they lost complete track of what was going on.
“Now, I know you won’t be remembering this for a while… But let’s enjoy ourselves, shall we? A nice slow start like this, a warm-up, really… Oh, you two are going to be fun toys, I just know it. Whenever I want it.. All I have to do is this.”
Each one of the vixen’s rubber coated hands reached up, sparking against the muzzle of her new favorite toys. So fresh, so unbroken, that it just threw her into overdrive. This was just one step in her grand vision.
The soon to be slaves exploded at the touch, passing that orgasm once more. Glistening sex drooled down their thighs, covering the toys and rope without stopping. Thought was once again arrested, taken away by the birthright of the regal villain before them.
“You two are going to be such good tools for me, aren’t you? Like everyone else. You’re going to be my toys, my things, my property. I just know you’ll love every step of the way, won’t you? You’ll just love to serve your queen.”
The toys could do nothing but moan their assent as their future ruler pressed her fingers into their mouths; no speech, just drooling and crying about it.
“Good girls.” The vixen leaned upwards, between both of the captive toys. Her breath came out slowly, caressing over the hyper sensitive bodies in a small gust. The warmth alone felt like torture, an eternal agony that every last piece of this rapturous feeling brought them.
“Two down… One to go.”
Dag1984
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