A different sort of morning [Holly's POV]

Holly woke up with a start, and seized her bow and quiver from where it always rested beside her bed, nocking an arrow in readiness. Then she remembered what had happened the previous night, and relaxed somewhat.

Setting down her bow, the teenager flicked on the light and crossed her new room to the sink, to brush her teeth. Boy, did she remember last night. Why on Earth did I agree to this? she asked herself in the mirror, green eyes staring at themselves disbelievingly. To pack up and leave home to live with a bunch of strangers! After they chased me across half of Nottingham!

She quirked her eyebrows at herself. What? I wouldn't let my feelings affect my judgement! A girl just... has her needs. I guess maybe I should masturbate more often than once a year - after all, I have someone to imagine myself with now... Holly shook herself out of it. But that's besides the point. I'm here because I want to help people, and whatever shady government organisation controls superheroes certainly isn't interested in that.

It was impossible to miss the growing media attention towards supernatural crimes - burglaries by an invisible thief, a car pileup caused by a frozen road in the height of summer - and most of all, the ongoing arson spree from MissFire. The SPERM supes always arrived at the crime scene about half an hour after the action, to talk to the cameras about how they're doing everything they can, and how we must remain vigilant.

That was Holly's one apprehension. Being a free agent, she had been able to do what she thought was right, even if it meant breaking the law, using her powers to right the wrongs in her community. Now she had joined a team, she would have to negotiate with them on the moral and legal lines they were willing to cross - and she was aware she might not like the answer.

Sounds like a problem for later, Holly thought to herself, spitting out her toothpaste and checking herself in the mirror. Maybe I should go down to breakfast dressed like this, she thought, eyeing her reflection. Her pyjamas clung to her athletic figure, and strained to contain her gravity-defying DD cup breasts. Before she had always seen them as a hindrance, two globes of fat to give her problems when exercising, but now she knew how much Alpha Man liked them...

What has gotten into my head? Holly asked herself, although she knew the answer well enough. She had read online that cum tasted nasty, but she couldn't stop thinking about getting more of Michael's. What? You sound like a slut, Holly admonished herself. You're Artemis. The maiden. The pure. And she banished those carnal thoughts from her head.

"Morning Artemis! I'm Ben, but you might know me as Woodpecker, from before SPERM pulled my adverts that is. Is it cool if I call you Holly? Do you want me to show you round the house?"

Holly blinked in amazement at the hurricane of words thrown at her by the skinny boy. "I guess Holly's fine, and I'll save the tour for after breakfast. But thanks."

"Hey, no problem!" said Ben through a mouthful of cereal. "Welcome to the team. The videos of you are awesome, by the way. There's this one - you probably know it - where this van comes driving at you, but then you -"

"Good morning, Holly." The young archer turned in relief at the sound of Alpha Man's rich voice, and turned to find the hero wearing a casual shirt, left open down the middle to give her a tantalising half-view of his pecs and abs. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, thanks. It was a good idea to lie in."

"Great. Come and join us for breakfast."

The teenager pulled up a chair, and took a slice of toast. "This is so... normal," she commented to Michael beside her.

"Mr Abbott found a rich friend who was willing to help us - Mary. This is her house, we've converted it to fit our needs," explains Woodpecker.

"Don't worry, I've got plans for a dedicated base of operations," chuckles Michael, though a frown creeps over his face. "Mary's finances aren't quite as secure as I expected. But this was only ever meant to be a temporary location."

Holly wiped the crumbs off her mouth with a handkerchief - then moistened her lips with her tongue as she saw Michael looking at her. "So, can I ask what your powers are, Ben?"

Woodpecker and Alpha Man give her a quick rundown of the unique talents each of their little team has to offer. Alpha Man explains to her that the dart he shot her with the previous night contains a chemical he produces. Apparently it acts as a mild sedative, helping to calm her down. So when he turned off my fight-or-flight response, I guess all that was left was... well... my sexual tension. The tight, figure-hugging costume of Artemis always... well... turned her on. The cold air on her stomach and her thighs, the way her boobs were so clearly outlined, the feeling of fabric pressing tight against her butt - putting it on always gave her a little thrill, before the adrenaline of her violent hobby kicked in.

"Your turn, Artemis. What powers does your mutation give you, exactly?" asked Alpha Man curiously. "I noticed you seem stronger in the moonlight."

Holly chuckled nervously. "I'm not sure I fully understand it yet. The moonlight allows me to generate some kind of energy -"

"Which you can use to super-punch people!" finished Woodpecker.

The black-haired girl glanced at him, irked. "Yes. I can release it at short range, like when I 'super-punch', as you put it, but I've also found that silver can absorb and store my lunar energy. The purer the better."

Michael nodded in understanding. "So your arrows..."

"Are tipped with silver," smiled Holly. "When the tip hits something, the silver is damaged, and the stored energy is released all at once."

"Impressive," nodded Michael. Holly felt her cheeks colouring, and quickly took another bite of toast.

"Cool. Well, nice meeting you, O Artemis," bowed Woodpecker, a goofy grin on his face. "See you around." And with that he shot off, jumping past a redheaded woman on his way out. Holly looked at the new arrival with interest; she was wearing a white button-up shirt with a black schoolgirl skirt, and had her hair in a single braid down her back. An unusual outfit for a woman who looked to be around thirty.

"Hi, I'm Artemis," said Holly, smiling in greetings.

"Oh, hello - I'm Mary," replied the redhead in a girlish voice, though her eyes don't leave Michael. "Daddy, I'm so sorry. I failed you."

"Yes, you have. You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"

Holly just sat there, not believing what she was hearing.

"And do you know what bad girls deserve?"

"Punishment," whispered Mary - though Holly was confused: the woman sounded... excited?

"That's right. Bend over the table."

Holly flinched as the redhead threw herself tits-first onto the kitchen table, knocking aside food and crockery. Holly couldn't seem to look away as Alpha Man pushed Mary's skirt down to her knees, then easily ripped off the lacy panties beneath, to expose a soft, pale arse.

SMACK! "What do you say?"

Mary bit her lip. "Thank you Daddy."

"Mean it." SMACK!

"Thank you, Daddy!"

Holly had never seen porn, but she was pretty sure this is what it was like - yet somehow in real life. Slowly getting up from her seat, Holly backed away from the table, and the woman convulsing with every spank she received. With a great effort of will, she tore her eyes away, and ran for the door. As she made her way through the house at random, she began to hear lewd moans of excruciating pleasure from behind her, and didn't dare to imagine what Alpha Man and that woman were doing together.

"Sparrow! Thank God."

The blue-eyed girl looked up from where she was curled on the couch with her book. "Just Rachel is fine - oh no, Holly! You're shaking! Is everything okay?"

Artemis gladly flung herself into the offered hug, clinging to her slim, warm frame. Rachel had been so kind and welcoming, even after being unintentionally woken late last night. She had volunteered to help Holly settle in, and showed great warmth to the Nottingham girl. She had a sisterly vibe, even after only a few hours. "I - in the kitchen - Michael just tore this woman's clothes off, and started... started spanking her!"

When Rachel didn't respond, Holly pulled back to search her face. "Right on the kitchen table! I could see her w-wet p-pussy, and everything!"

"Oh, I see," smiled Rachel sympathetically. "You were pretty sheltered growing up, right? It's okay, I was too."

"But it's still not normal to do..." as Holly paused, an ecstatic scream pierced the air. "...that - right in front of other people!"

Rachel gently led Holly down onto the sofa next to her. "What's normal is different for everybody. When you first met Michael, what did you do?"

Memories flashed before her eyes - pumping Alpha Man's huge shaft with her tits, feeling her panties sodden and dripping with her own wetness, greedily slurping up his delicious cum. "I - I'd rather not say."

"Well, I practically threw myself at him when we first met. He's..." Holly saw the other girl flushing a deep pink. "He's the perfect man, at least physically. He's irresistible to most women - you must have some real strength of will to have walked away from a sexual scenario with him."

"Yeah, but... even if he's hot, doesn't mean what I saw was acceptable, right?"

Rachel shrugged. "Mary's got a real fetish for roleplaying as if she's in a porno. Michael has an abnormally high sex drive, which needs relieving. The rest of us have pretty much accepted it - it's not like we don't like watching them, after all."

Holly shook her head disbelievingly. She couldn't figure out whether Sparrow's argument made sense or not - so she had to stick to her principles, and her gut. One of her principles was that purity and innocence are good things, even in oneself. And her gut was telling her that this wasn't right, no matter how arousing it may be. On the other hand, she did like Sparrow and Foxgloves, and although Woodpecker seemed a bit annoying she could tell he was a good guy.

"I guess if the rest of you think it's okay, there's not much more I can say," sighed Holly. "But I still think it's wrong."

"Good for you. And, I hope you don't mind if I give you some personal advice:" Rachel leaned in, and quietly murmured, "Michael may be polyamorous, but that doesn't mean he gives any less love to each individual than a monogamous man does. If you want a relationship with him - a real, deep connection - you can have it."

"No," Holly said quickly. "Even if that's true, I want my first relationship to be with someone who gives me all their love. From the way you describe Alpha Man, I don't think he's capable of that."

She looked up to find Rachel watching her with an expression of deep sympathy and regret, which rubbed Holly the wrong way.

"Listen - I'm not saying I have a problem with it, if that's what you and Mary are into. It's just my personal choice, okay?" She got up, and started walking, not sure where she was going - she just needed to walk.

Rachel smirked. "I bet you'll change your mind by the end of the week."