Ring Mage cast out his vision rings, one of them appearing
in the sky over the battlefield. A small golden ring appeared over my left eye,
and I jumped as I was suddenly given a view of the action.
He tapped his ear. “I’ll stay in touch,” he said. “You stay
here. Do what you can to subdue our opponents, but don’t alert them to your
presence.”
I nodded quickly. “Got it.” I tried to suppress my nervousness.
I closed my right eye so I could focus entirely on the image the ring was
showing me. I was getting a sky view of the battle, as if from a drone camera. The
viewing ring was situated over a wide alleyway between two apartment buildings,
one end blocked off by a tall brick wall in the back.
There were a dozen hulking men in torn clothes attempting to
swarm two figures. Spittle flew from their mouths as they bellowed so loud I
could hear them easily from my vantage point a block away. The dozen men were
divided between their two targets. Most were just trying to punch or claw at
them, but some were wielding twisted hunks of metal; it took me a second to
recognize their weapons were parts ripped off a nearby car. One of the bruisers
was swinging a car door in each hand by the upper part of the frame like two
great kettle-weights, while another wielded a bent up bumper like a large bat.
Between a half-dozen of the men nearer the alleyway’s
entrance, Zebra moved in a black and white blur, weaving and dodging around
every attempted swing. Zebra struck at the men faster than they could block or
dodge, but despite hitting hard enough to be cracking ribs and breaking their
gnashing jaws, the furious men just kept coming at him. They were completely
unhindered by their injuries.
Meanwhile, two other men were going after what I saw was the
source of the fiery glow. A vaguely male figure wreathed in an oddly-shaped
aura of fire was being backed into a corner. I realized after a moment that the
flames surrounding him formed a bestial appearance; the fire surrounding his
head were shaped in a lupine mask, while a long tongue of flame from just above
his backside moved like a sort of tail. Likewise, as the flaming man slashed at
his oncoming foes, the fire surrounding his hands extended into burning claws.
Strangest of all, however, was that four other flaming
figures were attacking the remaining four berserkers. These fires took the
shape of actual wolves, and moved as such. There was no creature beneath the
flames; they were like spirits of pure fire in the shape of beasts. These
fire-wolves were currently clawing and biting at the other men, whose skin
cracked and smoked on contact. However, the fire-wolves, despite their
appearance, were evidently solid enough creatures, and the berserkes continued
to smash their bestial enemies into the ground, ignoring the pain of their
burns. With every impact, gouts of flame erupted from the wolves, and they
seemed to grow smaller.
The man wreathed in flames, whom I assumed had to be Cinder
Wolf, was barely managing to dodge his opponents, who were equally unfazed by
the burning claws. Cinder was being rapidly backed into a corner against the
alley’s far wall.
Thankfully, Ring Mage and Shell broke into the fight. Shell
slammed down into the assembled group around Zebra, outright crushing one of
the hulking men beneath her spiny shell, and knocking three others to the
ground. Zebra took advantage of this distraction to shatter the legs of the
remaining two, with vicious kicks to their knees. Shell rolled to her feet, the
one man still gored on her spines.
Meanwhile, a row of four bracelet-sized rings floated down
amongst the men battling Cinder and his fire-wolves. It fired red beams of
energy at the men, knocking them about in rapid succession. At the same time,
two more rings, these as wide as basketballs, zipped into the battlefield,
striking the men in the heads with skull-cracking force.
Impossibly, however, the brutal damage being done to the
berserk men didn’t hinder them in the slightest beyond simply moving them
about. Even the man speared on Shell’s spines was now thrashing, trying to push
himself off her.
They were regenerating the damage. I saw the shattered jaws
and joints of the men Zebra had attacked snapping back into place. Bruises
faded as if they were simply dust being brushed away. The burns suffered by
Cinder Wolf’s powers took only slightly longer to heal, the skin nearly melting
back into shape. Even the gaping hole in the chest of the man pulling himself
off Shell was filling in with surging muscle tissue.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. I didn’t think even Zebra healed that
fast!
Speaking of which, Zebra was readying himself for another
salvo as Shell reared up to make herself as big and threatening as possible.
Despite being bigger than a grizzly bear, and much more horrifying looking, the
berserkers were undaunted.
The same went for Cinder Wolf. His fire-wolves had been
beaten down to puppy-size, and were snuffed out completely after that. Cinder
himself tried to increase his fire aura to likewise look more imposing, but it
did nothing to deter his assailants. His back hit the wall of the alley, and he
would have gotten body-slammed through it, if Ring Mage hadn’t teleported him
behind the charging men. As Cinder slashed his burning claws at the men’s
backs, Ring Mage’s stun beam hammered them into the wall. This did little more
than stall them for a few seconds.
“Hey,” I said, touching the ring on my ear. “Why don’t you
teleport the men somewhere? Like, trap them in a building or something?”
“Alas, even if we can get them to stand still long enough
for my teleport ring to take hold, they are too much of a danger to simply toss
somewhere else,” he said in reply, his voice coming to my ear as if by radio.
I cursed. I wasn’t sure what I could possibly do. The men
they were fighting seemed completely immune to pain and unshakeable by
intimidation. Even now, six of them dog-piled onto Shell, punching her so hard
they were breaking their hands. Shell was tough enough to take the hits for a
little while, but with so many at once, all trying to go for her limbs and
head, and even she was starting to feel it. The men were also strong enough
that they were keeping her off balance, shoving her massive bulk this way and
that between their punches, preventing her from getting enough leverage to
launch a counter-attack.
Zebra was back to being swarmed, this time by four of the
men. He was able to keep ahead of their blows, but once again, his own punches
were proving ineffective. Ring Mage, meanwhile, could only shoot one of the men
at a time with his stun beam, and so resorted to breaking up the blaster
formation to use his available rings to try and smack about all the men he
could reach.
I had to try something
to help. My power keyed into the genitals of the twelve berserker men. I
directed every pain I could think of into their privates. Hot pokers,
electricity, barbwire down the urethra, stabbing needles, crushing presses. As
I expected, the men were unhindered by such pains, despite the fact that I was
lighting up their nerves directly. I could actually make the sensation of a
smack to the balls feel a lot worse than an actual smack to the balls would.
And yet, it didn’t matter. Whatever was enabling them to regenerate and ignore
pain allowed them to shrug off whatever I made them feel.
As for their thoughts, their minds were completely blank to me. There was not a single sexual urge in them. From the look of things, it was like all their reasoning, all their intellect, every other instinct and emotion, was completely suppressed save for the drive to kill.
“I’m sorry,” I said, touching the earring. “I don’t think I
can do anything. I’m psychically shredding their privates, and it’s like they
don’t even feel it.”
“It’s the pain,” said Ring Mage. “The pain itself seems to
fuel their power. We’ve fought others like this; this is the result of the
tainted drugs. Mutagenic chemicals in the drugs react with endorphins released
by the brain upon feeling pain. This job was either a trap, or these men broke
into their own supply as a fallback plan of their own.”
“So how the hell do we stop them?”
Ring Mage’s tone was grim. “The drug only lasts for so long.
Even though the pain we inflict empowers them, injury is the only way we can
force the chemical to burn out of their system quickly. We have to beat them
down until the drug stops working.”
“But you—you’ll kill
them!”
“We don’t like it, Phallica, and we will try out best not
to,” said Ring Mage. “But if we stop fighting them when they’re in this state,
they will attack anyone else they see. We have to keep them contained and
occupied. Just stay where you are and leave this to us.”
“Alright. Understood.” My voice was quiet, but I heard Ring
Mage give a grunt of acknowledgement.
Good lord, no wonder they were freaked out about the drugs!
If this was what the substance, then the whole city could be overrun by users
turned into crazed monsters. Considering it hadn’t happened yet, I had to
assume the tainted drugs were limited, and probably meant to only go to a
select few individuals. There was likely no telling which sales contained the
tainted good, however, which meant the team had been running themselves ragged
trying to stop as many as they could.
I had to do something,
but against monsters that were actually empowered by pain, how was I supposed
to stop them? If anything, the phantom sensations I could give them would
actually make them more powerful,
juicing them up on the chemical’s boosting effects without them having to burn
energy on recovery. The greater the pain I made them feel, the stronger they
would get.
I blinked as a thought occurred to me. The drug apparently reacted
with endorphins, the chemicals released by the brain to manage pain signals.
But what about the brain’s other chemicals?
“Mage?” I said, touching the earring again. “I’d like to try
something. Can you—”
A loud boom interrupted me, and a plume of fire rocketed out
from between the buildings. The Ring Mage appeared next to me, his cape
smoking. I hadn’t seen him on the battlefield, but he must have been just
outside his vision ring’s view point. What I had seen was Cinder Wolf create another one of his fire-wolves,
only for one of the berserk men to simply grab it, and hurl it up towards a
roof. Ring Mage must have been his target.
“Shit!” cursed the Ring Mage, whipping off his cloak and
stamping on the smoking parts. He’d barely managed to dodge getting consumed by
the fireball. He glanced at me as he tried to put out the smoldering cloth.
“You were saying?”
“Tell Zebra to focus entirely on dodging,” I said. “Keep the
men’s attention on him, but do not injure them. Teleport Shell and Cinder
here.”
Ring Mage cocked an eyebrow at me, questioning me with a
look.
“Trust me!” I said. “If Zebra’s too exhausted, then have
Shell curl up and defend herself, and leave her there while you bring Zebra
here. It’s not ideal, but I just need someone to keep them busy without you
guys attacking them.”
Ring Mage touched his ear and relayed the plan of action. He
must have sent more earrings to the others, because Zebra responded over the
earring link. “Okay, I think I can hold out.”
“Thanks, Zebra,” I responded. “I’d go with Shell, but I
think the men will just keep injuring themselves on her, and I need them as pain-free
as possible.”
Ring Mage nodded, already sussing out my idea. Shell and
Cinder Wolf were teleported next to us. Cinder collapsed onto his knees,
gasping, his fiery aura snuffing out and revealing a man in a crimson suit with
golden shoulder pads, arms guards, and boots, and a wolf’s head emblem on his
chest. His eyes were hidden behind a crimson visor.
I could only give him a brief glance, though. Aside from
being out of breath, he seemed okay. I focused on the battlefield. All twelve
men were now homing in on Zebra like guided missiles. Zebra was faster and more
agile, however, able to dodge their blows and to leap from wall to wall and
over their heads, keeping them rushing back and forth along the alley. The men
were tripping over themselves trying to keep up. They were probably hurting
themselves to some degree in their manic charging, but this seemed about as
good as I was going to get it.
I focused on the twelve men’s cocks. This time, instead of the
sensations of genital destruction, I fed the men arousal and pleasure. Quickly,
their cocks grew erect in their pants, though I don’t think they even noticed.
What they did notice, however, were the sensations of feminine hands taking hold
of their cocks and stroking them with loving care. For a few seconds, nothing
seemed to change. But then, a couple of the men faltered. Their attempts to
grab Zebra were a bit more hesitant. Then a few of the men stumbled as I added
the sensations of an enthusiastic blowjob to each one.
If endorphins from pain triggered the drug’s mutagen, maybe
dopamine from pleasure could neutralize it, or at the very least, minimize
production of the former.
I forced myself to remain calm and focused. I targeted each
man individually, trying to suss out what sensations worked best for each one. I
hadn’t really had much practice on multiple targets; I wasn’t the sort of
person to just groped random, innocent guys on the street to test my powers. I
had a lot more practice just sensing men; I knew that I could pick out several
distinct cocks from a crowd with my senses. The drug bust and the museum heist
had proved that I could indeed affect multiple cocks at once. However, at those
times, I’d sent the same basic signals to all targets, and it had only been a
handful of men.
This was over twice the number I’d affected previously, and
I was trying to customize sensations for each one to maximize the pleasure each
felt. I could feel myself rapidly becoming frazzled as I tried to juggle so
many actions to match the flow of information. My control was starting to slip
from some of the men as I focused on the others.
Rallying myself mentally, I found it easier to keep a
general sensation of hands and mouths on them all, and tailor more specific sensations
to a couple at a time. Some of the men responded faster than the others, and I
switched to the next man as soon as one of them was fully engaged. One by one,
or two by two, I sent the sensations of feathers, pussies, extra mouths, even
feet, to tease and please each of their cocks in the way each loved the most.
Once a sensation was active, it was easier to sort of set it in place and keep
it going with a minimal effort. However, with each new sensation I had to
consciously keep going, it became more of a strain.
Still, I managed it. I soon had all twelve going at once. Within
just a couple minutes, the hulking young men were driven to total distraction.
Instead of being laser-focused on trying to kill Zebra, they were now shaking
and gasping in place as they felt the irresistible sensations of sex. Several
of them dropped to their hands and knees, some fell onto their backs, and all started
thrusting their hips forward, trying to fuck the imaginary women I was making
them feel.
Zebra stopped dodging and jumped up onto the fire escape,
watching the men fall helplessly to the ground in ecstasy. I couldn’t see his
expression, but I could sense his thoughts. The sudden shift of the men from
berserk opponents to humping horn dogs was a little disturbing, but seeing
their plight reminded him of when I’d psychically pinned his balls to my
balcony chair. He then also remembered his bet with Shell, and tried valiantly
to banish the thought of a threesome from his mind before I caught it. Too late.
I couldn’t let my self get distracted by any one else,
though. I narrowed my attention wholly to the twelve men. I kept playing with
their cocks, building their pleasure higher and higher, until each boy was moaning
loudly, bucking their hips in time to my psychic strokes. Tears spilled from
some of their eyes as they felt sensations they’d never experienced before.
There minds were still fuzzy, but I could get glimpses of their sexual desires
and memories. Some of the men were still virgins, and I was deflowering them
with my mind.
It was mostly a coincidence that they all came within the
same minute, but it made for a quick wrap up. As they started pumping cum into
their tattered pants, their bodies began to shift. Their muscles started to,
for lack of a better term, deflate. Their bones shrank, their skin softened, the
tattered remains of their clothes sagged on their bodies, until they were
reduced to the normal, skinny-looking street punks they had been before they
snorted the tainted cocaine.
I continued to stimulate them, but reduced the sensations to
a single method per man. A loving blowjob here, a delicate handjob there,
tickling feathers on one, a firm foot job on another. The boys continued to be
in bliss, their cocks still hard, as I gently milked them each to a second
orgasm. They were completely out of it, exhausted from the drug’s toll on their
body, blissed out from the phantom pleasure I was giving them.
Ring Mage teleported Zebra over to us. By now, Shell had
returned to her human form, and Cinder had caught his breath.
Zebra took off his helmet and gave me an incredulous look. “Good
lord. You actually did it.”
“Sometimes the gentle approach works.” I gave him a small
smile, but I kept my attention focused on the men through my senses and the
view I saw through the ring.
“What is she doing?” said Cinder. I noticed he had a bit of
an accent, indicating he was from the continent.
“Pleasuring them. Ring Mage said the drug reacted with endorphins.
I thought that maybe flooding their brains with dopamine might counteract it.”
I shrugged. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”
“Well, you’re just the woman of the hour tonight,” said
Shell with a laugh. She turned to the others. “You know, if it weren’t for her,
we’d probably still be mopping up that museum hit.”
Zebra gave me a look that was somehow equal parts impressed
and wary. “No kidding?” He glanced back towards where the men were and frowned.
“Well, I’m glad it’s working out this time, but if I’m being completely honest,
I’m not sure how I feel about using molestation to win they day.”
“Would you rather just kill them?” I asked, more abrasively
than I intended. I was starting to feel pretty frazzled keeping up my power.
He winced. “Of course not.”
I frowned, noticing his reaction. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that
the way it sounded.”
He sighed and waved me off. “Fine. Maybe it’s hypocritical to
think so considering we usually beat the hell out of people.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s hypocritical, exactly,” said Ring Mage.
“There’s a rather stark difference between getting punched and getting sexually
assaulted.”
I let out a sigh. “Look, I work with what I have, okay?
Trust me, if I could swap these powers out for, like, telekinesis or flying or
fire breath, I would.”
“Hey, man, I’d
rather be felled by a psychic blowjob than a punch to the face.” Cinder Wolf
was grinning at me. I could feel his eyes roaming over me, and felt the
stirrings in his cock. He’d been expecting more of a supermodel type after his
teammates had told him about me, but while I definitely wasn’t in that league,
he didn’t seem too disappointed with the reality. I could see he’d been
fantasizing about me, or at least his idea of me, ever since the others told
him about my abilities.
I gave him a knowing smirk, and his grin just widened. “You
must be Cinder Wolf.” I extended my hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“And you must be Phallica,” he said, giving me a hearty
handshake. “The pleasure is all mine.”
I grinned back. “We’ll see about that.”
“Oh, lord,” said Shell. “Cinder, be careful with her. She
can make you jizz yourself with a thought.”
He laughed. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
I chuckled. “Alright, don’t distract me anymore right now,
please.”
“Sure. I’ll just admire the view.” He winked. Good grief. Even
without my powers, this guy just exuded horniness. I wasn’t sure yet if he was
really like that, or if he was just doing a bit for my sake.
I refocused my attention on the gang members. I kept the
boys writhing in psychic sex for another ten minutes, making them cum
repeatedly until they were barely conscious. Ring Mage figured that should be
enough; the drug was powerful, but fast acting. Going by previous fights, they
would have already burned through most of it by now, and hopefully the dopamine
overload had disrupted the chemicals enough.
Ring Mage signaled for the cops that had cordoned off the
area to move in as I let the boys fall asleep. Not a moment too soon, too. I
felt pretty mentally fried and unfocused. I touched the side of my head and
reached out a hand as a wave of dizziness hit me. Zebra caught me as I stumbled
forward.
“You alright?” said Ring Mage, recalling all his rings to
himself. They appeared on his forearms as two sets of five bracelets, almost
forming a pair of arm guards.
“Y-yeah,” I said, catching my breath. “Just… need a minute…”
Cinder gave me a concerned look; despite the temptation to
continue hitting on me, he was enough of a gentleman to make sure I was okay
first. “Maybe we should return to base. Give her some rest.”
Ring Mage nodded. “Yes, I think we’re done for the night.
I’ll stay to make sure those men are secured, but I’ll send you on ahead.” With
that, he teleported us all to their group’s hide out.
***
It turned out their “home base” was just an old house on a
cliff, overlooking the ocean. It was about fifteen miles from the nearest town,
and nearly fifty from the city where I lived. I was surprised they were based
so far away from the city they’d been fighting in, but then again, I supposed
with the Ring Mage’s help, they were able to cover the whole of the island
pretty effectively.
Zebra led me to a large wooden table in their dining room,
then brewed and handed me a cup of tea, while Cinder and Shell changed out of
their outfits and showered. When they came back, Zebra went and did the same.
For a little while, they let me sit in silence, going into
the living room and watching some TV. I closed my eyes and let my mind compose
itself. I gradually felt less frazzled as I tried to just let my thoughts
drift, let the tea warm me. I felt tired in a way I hadn’t before. I was
already a bit sleepy from being up so late, though my body felt a bit jittery. After
such extensive use of my powers, I still felt a mental haze I didn’t think was
going to clear up until I got some sleep.
It was dawning on me just how dangerous the situations I had
just been in were. At the time, I’d been able to go with the flow, but I found
myself thinking about what might have happened if we hadn’t been so lucky. If
my power hadn’t been the perfect counter to the berserkers. If that woman,
Thorja, had been quicker on the ball and unleashed her power before we could
get the drop on her.
I tried not to let it freak me out, but I couldn’t fully
suppress the feeling of delayed dread. I decided it would be best to not let my
thoughts wonder too much after all. I finished my tea and went to join them in
the living room. Cinder and Shell were on the couch, while Zebra was on a
rocking chair.
“Hey, chica,” said Cinder Wolf with a grin. “Feeling
alright?”
I nodded. “A little worn out, still, I guess. Um… is Ring
Mage going to be back soon, or…?”
Right on time, he suddenly appeared in the room, his
teleport ring flashing in a dramatic whirl. “The cops gave those men a sedative
to keep them under until we’re sure the drugs are out of their system. But they
were already pretty docile.”
“Took your time getting back,” said Cinder.
Ring Mage let out a sigh as he pulled off his turban,
revealing short-cut black hair. “I had to speak with the police chief. Our
activities are getting too big for them to look the other way. We may have to
talk about signing an agreement.”
Cinder scoffed and shook his head. “Goddamned Protectors.
Ever since they got on the government’s leash, they’re expecting all of us to
sign up for the draft.”
“It wouldn’t be a bad idea,” said Zebra. “When I first got
started, the cops were gunning for me as much as the gangers I was fighting.
Trust me, we don’t want to be fighting both sides of the law.”
“Um…” I cut in.
Ring Mage glanced at me. “Right, sorry. You probably want to
head home. I can send you there, and get your car there, too, so you don’t have
to drive it the whole way.”
“You’re also welcome to crash here for the night,” said
Shell.
I shook my head. “I’d really rather just go home, if that’s
okay with you. Thanks, though.”
“Shame,” said Cinder, giving me a knowing smile. “No
congratulatory pajama party for you.”
I could see his idea of a “pajama party” and gave him a
knowing smirk. “Maybe next time.” I started to turn to Ring Mage, then paused
and faced Shell. “By the way,” I said, and motioned to Zebra. “He owes you
twenty bucks.”
Zebra jumped a bit and blushed. Shell burst out laughing.
Cinder and Ring Mage looked confused, but none of us bothered to explain.
Shell forced herself to calm down, but her shoulders still
shook as she tried to catch her breath. “Ah, keep the money, the look on your
face is enough!”
Zebra sighed with annoyance and scowled at me. “Alright,
very funny. But from now on, whatever you sense from any of us, you keep it to
yourself.”
Cinder cracked a grin, figuring out some kind of bet was
made in regards to my sexual senses. Ring Mage rolled his eyes and likewise
sighed in annoyance, coming to the same conclusion as Cinder. I couldn’t help
but smile a bit just from Shell’s laughter, but I could tell Zebra wasn’t
nearly as amused.
“Alright, sorry,” I said, holding up a placating hand. “I
won’t make a habit of it.”
“I will hold you to that,” he said. His features softened,
but he still looked at me warily.
Ring Mage put a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s be off, then.”
With that, he teleported us away.
***
A few days later, I made my decision. They had been right;
now that I’d participated in a few of these battles already, I couldn’t imagine
quitting now. But it would be suicide to continue trying to work solo. I was
lucky when it came to taking down the berserk drug dealers, I had to
acknowledge that. I’d been instrumental in helping shut down the museum heist
quickly, but I’d have been screwed without their help. And of course, I’d have
been killed by Broad if their team hadn’t come to rescue me.
And so, I found myself back at their base, sitting at the large
wooden table that dominated their base’s dining room. Eight people could sit comfortably
around it, and the four of them sat together on one side, with me on the other.
They were all in their costumes, minus any head gear. Shell stood out starkly
among the group; her “costume” really was just a yoga outfit; it wasn’t even
green to indicate her turtle form. The three men, meanwhile, had gone out of
their way to make elaborate costumes for themselves.
I sat up straight as I faced them. I felt like I was about
to be interviewed for a job. I guess in a way, I was.
“Alright,” said Zebra. “First thing’s first. If you’re going
to be on this team, we need to get you some actual combat training. And
something better than a catsuit to wear.”
Cinder nodded. “Not that the look isn’t appealing, but while
you’re probably going to be hanging back from the battlefield like Ring Mage,
you may still find yourself having to engage the enemy directly. We can get you
something more armored.”
He tapped his own suit. During the heat of the last battle,
with his form covered in fire and my attention full with the berserkers, I
hadn’t really gotten a good look at it. Seeing him now, I noticed his costume
had strategically placed plates and padding, similar to Zebra’s outfit. The
overall look was closer to a gaudily colored SWAT or Riot Gear suit.
“These outfits can stop small-arms fire, are flame and
electricity resistant, and stab-proof while still allowing full freedom of
movement,” he continued. “We know a guy; he can probably outfit you with one by
the end of the week.” It was nice to know that for all his pervy thoughts,
Cinder could still be serious over serious matters.
I looked to the other two. Shell obviously didn’t bother
with an armor suit because of the nature of her powers. However, I noted Ring
Mage’s white sorcerer outfit. “Any reason you don’t wear armor yourself?”
He gave a small smile and pulled aside part of his top,
revealing a bullet-proof vest. He picked up his turban from where it sat on a shelf
behind him, and he rapped it against the table; the headgear made a solid knock
on the wood, and didn’t bend its overall form, indicating there was some kind
of protective plate under the cloth. “My rings can create a force field, and as
noted, I tend to hang back on the edges of the battle, so I can afford to be a
bit more theatrical. But even I take some precautions.”
“Fair,” I said. “I definitely don’t want to get shot.”
“Other than that, you’ll be entitled to a cut of any
finances we acquire,” said Zebra. “You also can pick a room in this house to be
yours in case you need or want to stay over. And we will give you a com-link
cell. It’s a phone designed only to contact other members of the team or
emergency services, and requires a scan of your retina, thumbprint, or voice
print to unlock. It’s the best way to stay in touch without risk of compromising
our information.”
“Okay, um, I mean, I’m in college right now and I have a job
so, I might not actually be available that often,” I said. “I mean, not that
I’m not committed, obviously, but…”
Ring Mage gave a small shake of his head. “Don’t worry, we’re
not expecting you to give up your life for this. I have a job, myself.”
“Same,” said Cinder. “Well, I freelance, so I have a lot of
flexibility.”
I looked to Shell and Zebra. Zebra cleared his throat,
looking a bit awkward. “I’ve kind of thrown myself into this. I have a little
bit of money from investments, but otherwise, there’s a reason we keep the
money from the busts.”
“I’m between jobs,” said Shell, looking a little
embarrassed.
“We can figure out scheduling,” said Ring Mage. “As it
stands, from the nature of your abilities, we are thinking of making you more
of a scout. You would help us track our opponents, and in certain cases, your
powers may be useful for gaining information.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense.” My biggest asset really
was my sensing power. Ball-kicking mooks into submission was useful, but as the
previous events had proven, it was not a reliable fight-ender by any means.
“Weird-ass power, by the way,” said Cinder Wolf, smirking a
bit. With his red visor off, I noticed his eyes were an unnatural shade
brilliant orange. He winked. “Not that I’m complaining.”
I smirked back. “Yeah, I can see you’ve been giving it a lot
of thought the past few days.”
He flexed the fingers of his left hand, which I knew was his
preferred one. “I’d say you have no idea, but I know better.”
I chuckled. “You are one eager boy.”
He shrugged. “More like I know you can read my thoughts, so
there’s no point beating around the bush.”
Zebra sighed. “For fuck’s sake, Cinder, this is not about
you getting laid.”
He laughed again, putting his hands up. “I’m sorry, it’s
just, even by Paramour standards, it’s pretty unusual power set.” He looked to
me again. “No offense, I’m really not trying to rag on you or disrespect you or
anything.”
I shook my head. “Hey, man, you’re preaching to the choir.
But now I gotta ask, you mentioned Paramours before. What kind of abilities do
they usually have? I mean, I know they’re sex-focused.”
“Varies a lot, actually, which is why most Paramours can
pass off as other types until the sex part of the power shows itself,” said
Shell. “But their abilities are usually more broadly applied, effecting men and
women both. There’s often something relating to arousal or sending people into
sexual trances, things like that. That or they may have other types of powers,
but require sex to charge them up. You’ve probably heard of Feel Girl, right?”
I nodded. “Nude hypnotist or something, yeah? You become
entranced if you see her naked body in real time?” Most people knew about her, ever
since her attempt a few months ago to hypnotize most of the country with a live
television broadcast of her naked body. It only didn’t work because the feed
was delayed just enough to be outside the parameters of her power’s
requirements or something. “She was a Paramour?”
“Yes,” Shell said. “One of the first, as far as we can tell.
But there were a few others discovered to have come before her, and there’s
been others since.”
“And this brings us to another concern we have,” said Zebra.
“Most Paramours are villainesses.”
I blinked. I wasn’t even aware there was a superhuman
category of Paramour until a few days ago, and now I was finding out it had
some rather negative connotations.
Ring Mage nodded. “If we may be frank with you, Phallica,
another reason we would prefer you to focus on scouting is that the nature of
your powers are rather dubious. We’re already an outlaw team as it is. Having a
member whose power is to sexually assault men with a thought, that’s already
going into dubious territory. The fact that most other women with abilities in
your purview are criminals, well, it’s not going to lend the authorities much
confidence in us.”
I frowned at this. I had to be honest, even though I knew my
powers were ridiculous, the true extent of the drawback, the negative social
connotations, had never really occurred to me. “I see.”
Zebra leaned forward with a stern expression. “Look, we’re
not out to look pretty for the cameras or win the key to the city. But
vigilantes like us operate on a razor thin line. We do not kill unless it is
absolutely unavoidable. If we bust thieves, we return what’s stolen. We don’t
take evidence or mess with crime scenes. We can scare the living shit out of
criminals, but we cannot just brutalize them for information.”
“I get it,” I said. “You have to play it safe, or the cops
will bring down the hammer on you.”
“Not the cops,” said Ring Mage. “When groups like ours step
out of line? They call in the Protectors. That’s why we are
going to make an official arrangement with the police chief, to see about
getting some level of clearance for our activities.”
“And you think having someone with sex powers on your team
may jeopardize that.” I frowned and leaned back in my chair, looking down at
the table for a moment. When I looked back up, I gave them a genuinely curious
look. “Then, well, why bother bringing me on at all?”
They all traded a glance. “Because I can see the fire in
you,” said Zebra. “I know you want to do the right thing. And your powers can be used to help, under the right
circumstances, and with the right partners.”
“And maybe you can prove not all Paramours are bad,” added
Cinder, sincerely.
“I suppose so,” I said. “Alright. I understand. Thank you
for this.”
“Welcome aboard, Phallica,” said Ring Mage, giving me a
small smile. I shook hands with all of them.
“Well, you can pick out a room,” said Ring Mage. “Give us
your measurements, we should have a new combat suit ready for you by the end of
the week. Any particular design you’d like?”
“I’ll just stick with an all-black number, if that’s
alright,” I said. “Probably a full-cover helmet, just to be safe. If I tried to
go with something reflecting my powers, well…” I motioned to myself. “I dunno,
I don’t really want to run around dressed like a hooker, or have a giant penis
logo on my chest or something.”
Cinder and Shell laughed at the thought, Zebra rolled his
eyes, and Ring Mage just nodded sagely, rubbing his chin. “Yes, I imagine that
would be rather ineffective.”
“The sooner we start your combat training the better,” said
Zebra. “I’m free for most of the day. I can teach you some basic defense moves
to start.”
“That would be great,” I said.
He nodded. “We usually train outside, so we don’t wreck the
place with our powers. Meet me in the back yard in thirty minutes.” So saying,
he left the room; the rest of the group decided to follow suit, Shell and Ring
Mage heading out opposite doors.
Only Cinder remained, and he gave me that knowing smirk.
“Guess I can show you where the bedrooms are. And, just putting it out there, I
can help you break your room in whenever you like.”
I smirked back once again, putting a hand on my hip. “Even
girls who can read minds prefer a slightly more subtle approach.”
He laughed. “And here I thought mind reading would let me
cut through all the bullshit.”
I chuckled along with him, but then gave him a serious look.
“You’re not really that into me, are
you?”
He grinned. “You tell me.”
I went ahead and looked deeper into his mind. Goodness, he
had masturbated to some intense orgasms while fantasizing about me lately. But
I could tell his interest was mostly in just the novelty of a girl being able
to give him psychic blowjobs. He did find me attractive, but he didn’t know me
enough to decide if he actually liked me; he was self-aware and mature enough
to not let lust cloud his judgment of such things.
I took a step up to him, looking into his fiery eyes. He was
pretty goddamned handsome, I had to admit. He also didn’t blush or act nervous
as I got close to him; he was confident in himself in this particular
situation. He really liked the idea of fooling around with me, but he wasn’t
desperate about it. He knew that I knew his desires, and either I’d be
interested or I wouldn’t. He’d roll with whatever choice I made.
“Okay, I’m interested,” I said. “But apparently, I have to
let Zebra teach me how to get beat up first.”
He shook his head. “Man’s a beast. You’ll probably be wiped
out afterwards. So, maybe another day.”
I gave him a once over and tapped my chin in thought.
“Actually, this could be another interesting exercise.”
He gave me a curious look. “What do you mean?”
I smiled. “Seeing how well I can work my powers while trying
to concentrate on something else.”
He grinned. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” I paused. “With your permission, of course.”
His eyes widened when he realized I was actually going to do
what I was implying. “Huh. Wow, okay.” His grin widened. “Maybe take it a
little easier on me than the crooks, huh?”
I chuckled, and with a thought, I sent the sensations of a
hand wrapping around his cock. Even knowing it was coming, he still twitched a
bit. I didn’t have to make any outward indication when I was using my power, so
it still took him a bit by surprise when I started.
“Wow, I can actually feel a hand,” he said. I made the
phantom hand stroke him and his cock began to swell. He was already getting
turned on thinking about what I could do to him, so he went erect quite
quickly. He squirmed a bit as his pants became rather tight, and he moved to
adjust himself.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t touch yourself. Just go to your room
and get naked.”
“Okay,” he said, rushing off and stripping down quickly once
he reached his bedroom.
I went upstairs and found where the bedrooms were, a hallway
with several on either side. Coincidentally, the room next to Cinder’s was
free. I decided it would be suitable. I used the room to change into my current
costume, then went outside to join Zebra, all the while continuing my psychic
handjob on Cinder.
Zebra had changed into some gym clothes. He noted my outfit,
and couldn’t help but glance over my curves. He glanced away and half-scowled.
“It’s okay if you look,” I said. “You’re a guy, I’m not going to get upset if
you notice what guys notice. Just don’t, you know, gawk at me like a lech for
minutes on end.”
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment.
“This is going to take some getting used to.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to judge. And I won’t blab
about your thoughts, I promise. Just act like I can’t read your mind.”
“Alright,” he said. “Fine. Let’s focus on the lesson.” Once
he stopped worrying about what I could see, it actually became a lot easier for
him to not keep thinking those kinds of thoughts around me.
“You got it,” I said. As Zebra started explaining some of
the moves and demonstrating, I added the sensation of a blowjob to Cinder’s
cock.
The fire-wolf summoner was gripping the edges of his bed and
softly moaning. His cock was jumping in the air as I made him feel pleasures he
hadn’t gotten to experience for quite a while now; he wasn’t a virgin by any
means, but the vigilante life had cut deeply into his social life. This was the
first sex of any kind he’d had in months; no wonder he was so eager.
My powers were everything he fantasized about. I tried to
pace the sensations, but he was so riled up, he came in just under two minutes.
I released him from my power for another minute, letting him catch his breath
and wipe up his mess with a discarded shirt. But just as he was about to get
out of bed, I returned my hand to him. That was too soon a shot, but now that
the initial burst was out of the way, I could take my time and build him up
nice and slow. Cinder lay back and let himself enjoy it.
Zebra paused as he noticed I seemed a bit distracted. “Are
you listening? You should really take this stuff seriously.”
I nodded, furrowing my brow a bit as I tried to divide my
focus. “I am, I am, it’s just, um…”
“What?”
“Well, the thing is, I figured if I’m practicing fighting, I
may as well practice doing it while also using my powers.”
Zebra paused, narrowing his eyes at me as he tried to figure
out what I meant. I wasn’t using my powers on him, obviously.
“Um… Cinder’s helping me multitask…” I said.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Okay, I think we
should focus on at least getting the basics down before you start with that
kind of practice.”
I frowned. “I guess so—” I was cut off as I suddenly found
myself flat on my back on the ground, Zebra’s fist an inch from my nose. I
didn’t even realize the wind had been knocked out of me until I tried to gasp
and only managed a small cough.
My power over Cinder ceased as I struggled to get my
breathing under control. Zebra pulled me to my feet and steadied me as I
gasped. “Bang. You’re dead, because you decided to cast a handjob spell instead
of throw a punch or duck for cover.”
I glared at him. “Yeah… okay…” I said. “Point taken… Mr.
Super-Speed…”
“That wasn’t any faster than your average person,” he said.
“Now, you can jerk off Cinder with your mind later. For now, you focus on
learning how to block a punch.”
I nodded. In his room, Cinder was a little disappointed play
time was over already, but figured Zebra had already knocked me on my ass. I’d
already gotten him started on a second go, however, so he just opted to finish
himself off.
I tried not to let his very intense fantasies distract me as
Zebra spent the next hour trying to teach me how to not get ragdolled across a
battlefield. He was careful not to exceed what I could reasonably handle, but
it was still a tough lesson that left me a gasping, sweaty mess by the end, and
not in the fun way. Fighting was definitely one co-ed activity I was not as
quick to pick up on as sex.
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