Epilogue part 1: Foxtrot's Clinic

Every one of the girls had to wake up early because today was a special day for all of them. Since finishing the Chicken Out game and coming back to reality, all five women had become both closer than ever in some ways while growing independent in others. Today was a special five for the independent sides of each of their new lives. With the aid of High Tech’s financial support, the group was able to purchase the property of the elderly man that had let them borrow the warehouse where everything began. When they met to sign the final documents, all five of them couldn’t help but notice that he wore a familiar image on his lapel pin. It was blue and depicted an apple with a white calla lily, which was the exact same image that they had seen when the demon spoke to them when they started playing Chicken Out. If he was a worshipper or follower of her, that might explain a few things.

After thanking him for everything he had done (for several hours after the contract signing), the group began to put their plans into motion. The building wasn’t large enough but the land that came with it wound up being nearly 100 acres. More than enough land to do everything they wanted to do and the construction began on their command tower and each of the women’s new side projects and businesses. Or at least the ones that wanted them, Maid was happy just to remain at the command center and do her best to keep the other women’s businesses up and running.

Today was the grand opening for the whole facility and it was a difficult process for the news networks to cover. On one hand, Blaze and four of the other most popular and promising supers in the world were involved so it kind of demanded some type of coverage. The problem was best exemplified by what their first interview for their coverage, the lady known as Foxtrot, was wearing for their meeting. Which of course was nothing but a necklace and a smile.

The camera crew did their best to set everything up and greet her, shaking her hands warmly as she apologized that if they wanted any sex, it would need to wait for the end of the interview as she had a busy day ahead. The woman in charge of the interview and cameraman both looked at each other apprehensively and blushing, apparently the rumors and tales of her boldness and slutty nature weren’t exaggerated in the slightest. It was easy to see why this interview was going to be somewhat controversial by some of the more conservative viewers of the network.

At least that was their initial thought. Apparently though Foxtrot was just as capable of presenting herself as a professional medical service provider as she was being a slut. They slowly walked through the hallway discussing what their research and facility hoped to accomplish. As they spoke and recorded the conversation, the camera man did an excellent job of moving the camera around to take shots of both Foxtrot, her interviewer, and the exquisite medical facility that they were walking though.

“Now I confess initially that this was the hardest of the businesses to set up, primarily because a lot of my work continues on some of the themes of my previous tormentor, captor, and all around piece of garbage Professor DooLots. Mommy in particular was adamant against letting me go down this path after she had seen and read about the horrors that he created. When she found out that I would have died as well if not for a latent superpower of my own, she was even more insistent at first.”

The lady walking with her gave an obviously confused expression as this was the first she had heard of it. “Latent super power? I haven’t heard of anything beyond your beast forms. Also who do you mean by mommy?”

“Oh yes, since I legally was adopted as the child of Blaze and High Tech after they made their marriage official, I refer to Blaze as mommy and High Tech as mother almost exclusively. And the latent super power, I haven’t really advertised this very much and it’s only just become a thing. With my newfound knowledge of genetics I was even able to look through my genetic code and find it myself. I used a little bit of medicine to expedite it’s development but if you see here,” Foxtrot took a moment and viciously scratched her own arm enough to make it bleed. She held it up for her interviewer and camera person to get a good look at her arm as, within 30 seconds, the scratches heeled over and the bleeding stopped. Foxtrot walked over to a nearby sink to clean and sanitize herself before continuing the interview “It seems some part of my body detected the damage that DooLots was doing to it and activated some of the most rudimentary parts of my healing ability. Just enough to repair my genetic code enough to keep myself alive.”

The interviewer gave Foxtrot a warm smile with that, “Well, whatever part of your body figured that out I think we are all grateful for it. Even with your recent, umm, more openness I must say that many people I know are great admirers of your heroic deeds. Then you opening this facility and showing your intelligence allowed at least one good thing to come out of his horrors.”

Foxtrot just gave her a passive stare. “Did it though? If it wasn’t for the powers neither of us knew a damn thing about, I would have died too. My survival was more the result of sheer dumb luck than anything else. I am actually pleased to find out that I would have died without my powers though because it means I can say he did absolutely nothing successfully. The man that I hated and turned out to be such a vial lunatic was a total failure in every respect. His success rate is 0% while mine will be 100 in the field he claimed to be his specialty. While I suppose that spite isn’t necessarily the most noble of pursuits and inspirations, I reckon most of people won’t begrudge me too much to learn that is at least part of my motivation. But enough about him, let’s actually discuss some of the good I intend to do. Nurse, are any of the patients ready?”

After calling for the nurse, a familiar redheaded woman approached wearing a black mask over her face and red hospital scrubs. Maid took her mask off and smiled warmly, “Yes, of course. Mister Phuong is particularly anxious to speak with you in room 107 if you would like to see him first, I am sure he would be very grateful.”

Maid handed Foxtrot a clipboard with the patient’s information on it and she smiled, “Yes, Mister Phuong is one of my most prized patients so far. Of course I only have three so it isn’t hard but still, he has signed a disclosure form to discuss his case so I can discuss everything with you.” Foxtrot again slowly walked down a hallway, leading the way for her interview. “The man is a Vietnamese immigrant and when he answered my advertisement, was a very weak and frail man. 63 years old, malnourished, homeless, and dying of cancer. The pain in his body was excruciating and left him unable to work which was what led to a lot of his predicament. Upon arrival I had to immediately put him on a serious regiment of pain medication, a feeding tube, and give him breathing support. I had to use my new knowledge to grow three completely new internal organs from what little healthy tissue I could find in his body. In the end, the transplants were a success and he has a new lung, liver, and pancreas. It’s only been a few months but take a look at the man now. He is almost unrecognizable from the man who entered my care.” Foxtrot opened a door and inside sat a man that looked nothing like what the reporters had been expecting from the dire sounding prognosis that had been described a moment ago.

On the bed was a rather muscular and strong looking Asian man who appeared to be in his mid-40’s at the most. As they walked in to the room, he saw Foxtrot and smiled before running over to her and giving her a great big hug. He lifted her nude body in the air and twirled her around several times while thanking her repeatedly. “I swear, I have never in my life felt this strong. I can’t wait for tonight either. If you weren’t busy with this interview I would ask you if we could begin right now.”

The man put Foxtrot down who was smiling happily at her patient’s enthusiastic greeting but the lady doing the interview interjected, “If I may ask, what is happening tonight?”

Foxtrot laughed, “Oh, just a little appointment between us. You see here,” she lifted up a couple of pieces of paper on her clipboard to find the right one and then she showed the other woman what it said under forms of payment. Cash, credit, check, were all blank but there was a big black “X” next to the word cum.

The interviewer looked a bit shocked at that but Foxtrot shook her head, “No, I think you may have misinterpreted that payment thing. You heard right before you came here, the entire facility is funded by Mother’s business empire. All forms of payment that a patient wants to provide are entirely voluntary. Foxtrot then placed a hand on Mister Phuong’s crotch and smiled, “He just hasn’t had a great deal of love from women while he’s been sick and wants to have some fun with me and my family. Besides, what kind of terrible professional would I be if I didn’t ensure that my patient’s were fully fucktional. I mean functional. To celebrate the grand opening me, mother, mommy, Maid, and Knight Light will be ‘collecting our payment’ after closing up tonight.”

There was an awkward moment when it appeared that Foxtrot and Phuong were about to give up on postponing their ‘payment donation session’ and do it right then but the woman decided to try and step in. “If I may Mister Phuong, the horse ears you have there and the tail. Were those at your request, were they **** upon you? I guess it seems a bit weird that you would choose something like that as they look a bit unusual. So what went into your decision with that?”

Mister Phuong whispered in Foxtrot’s ear and with a giggle she let go of the cock in her hand before Phuong answered. “I believe my exact words were something along the lines of ‘whatever you need to do to make this pain go away, just do it’. To be honest, I didn’t know a lot about Foxtrot going in to this whole operation but Lady Blaze has been someone I knew about and respected for a time and High Tech being involved, being the genius and great person she has shown herself to be, and me being in such bad shape, decided I had nothing to lose.”

Foxtrot just smiled and leaned into the man, “Even with his organs returned to full functionality he was still going to have some minor issues due to his malnutrition and weakened state. With his permission, I included some gene splicing that could encourage muscle mass, virility, and long term health. One of the reasons for his cancer-ravaged body were some genetic predispositions that I felt needed to be removed or compensated for. After a thought about what needed repair the most, I found that some equine or bovine supplementation might be the best options. And as a bonus, let’s be honest. He looks soooo cute like that!”

The reporter still looked rather skeptical, “And would you agree?”

The man took a moment where he looked a little uncertain but Foxtrot told him to be completely honest, insisting both from Mister Phuong, the reporter, and the camera dude that she wanted full candor and honesty. With a sigh he spoke, “At first, I confess that I was a little bit worried. But mainly because, you know, I’m the one of the first. Once the pain was gone and I was able to think clearer, I became a little concerned about how people will react. But Foxtrot said she can undo it free of charge in the future if I have any regrets so I agreed to at least try it out. So far, I find it surprisingly pleasing. Though I admit miss Kiera in the next room may have left me a bit biased.”

“Miss Kiera,” the reporter asked.

Foxtrot smiled, “One of our other two trial patients that we had as test subjects prior to government approval and today’s official grand opening. She’ll actually be our next interview.”

The reporter gave an acknowledging nod before addressing Mister Phuong again, “So far you seem to be pleased with your change then, I guess I am glad to hear that and your health is much better so far which is obviously great. So I guess the primary question that is left is fairly obvious. What do you plan to do going forward?”

Mister Phuong sighed and smiled, “Well, one of the unfortunate parts of this whole thing is that even though she says she is fully confident, and I do trust her quite a bit at this point, but Foxtrot here has insisted on keeping patients around for a while after their procedures simply for the sake of observation. To make sure everything is fine.”

Foxtrot’s hand found it’s way back to the man’s dick as she smiled, “Not just for observation, there are certain jobs you can do around the facility, that would be quite valuable to a young, **** woman just starting her first business.” The woman leaned in so her lips were less than an inch away from his and right before they started to kiss, she leaned away, released his penis and went back to talking to the reporter in the most professional and business-first manner that Foxtrot had shown during the interview so far. “I of course I am talking about employment and education opportunities. With the dear being homeless and out of work for a while, we decided to help him by offering him fully unionized employment. We have a simple residential facility attached to the clinic while the observation period remains in effect. After a couple of weeks to observe and assist our patients as they begin adapting to their new bodies, in cases like Mister Phuong with his more difficult personal situation, we offer employment for those looking to earn a little money and pad their resumes. The education opportunities we provide will let them do that as well.”

The reporter spoke with Mister Phuong a little bit more and found out that initially he offered to work as a volunteer out of sheer gratitude but the company refused. High Tech’s company was well known (and hated by the larger business community) since she started her business. Part of the reason being she happily hired college interns but refused the standard ‘unpaid’ aspect of many such jobs. Tech had made public statements in the past about college kids needing to eat, pay for dorms, and whatever expenses their loans can’t cover. And even if they do use loans to pay for that stuff, it makes them deeper in debt when they leave college which is rather counterproductive in her opinion. She mentioned that many of those who drop out of college do so because they can’t afford to continue so High Tech decided paying her interns was the best option to give them a fairer chance at making it.

“I told him if he really wants to show his appreciation I am into bondage, butt stuff, face sitting, and bukkake and I would love to let him be by big, strong, naughty daddy once in a while while he tied me up and fucked my ass or sprayed my face with his love sauce. But more than even my slutty side, I want him to just want him to be strong, happy, and live his own damn life. Working for us or not, fucking me or not, there is nothing that makes me more satisfied than knowing I helped an innocent person turn their life around and become a happier person.”

Mister Phuong smiled, “And with a cutie like being that up front and honest about her sexual desires, I couldn’t resist giving her a little bit. I told her that I had a fantasy of my own. A woman tying me down and riding upon me, just going nonstop even after I, umm, you know...” Mister Phuong was surprisingly casual and straight forward until he glanced up slightly and realized that what he was saying was on camera which made him think twice and stop talking. He blushed brightly as he decided that he had just been a bit too open in front of the world, not being nearly as shameless as Foxtrot about his sexual desires. After a little bit of mumbling he just said, “We were able to entertain each other. But I already knew a fair amount about plumbing before I came here and that was what I did before I got too sick. I was a plumber, honestly not a very good one, but some of Foxtrot’s trade school training courses was able to teach me some things that I didn’t know. Until I am given my release, I will continue to study and work and hopefully I’ll be able to make a go of it.”

Foxtrot, Mister Phuong, and the reporter continued to talk for a little bit more and eventually they felt they had everything they needed. At which point they left him and headed to the next room.

“Now, Mister Phuong was obviously here primarily out of concerns for medical and economic distress. Patient number two that I would like to introduce you to, she prefers to go by the name Mistress Kenky since her treatment by the way. Are you familiar with furry fetishists?” The reporter blushed a little and said she knew of them before Foxtrot continued. “As you might imagine, with me always trying to be cute and having the real fox ears, I was always a bit popular with their community. After the tail was added and I got the kitty and bunny forms, and could have the owl wings, I became even more popular. And with me being, you know, a nympho slut and all, I found myself hooking up with several of them. Some of them became friends so when I told them about my plan to start this clinic and offer these procedures I received several volunteers. For the first one, I decided to go with this lady right here. Foxtrot opened the door and let the reporter and camera man see the second patient. Foxtrot laughed out loud as she made a joke about the bird girl being spread eagled in front of them as they walked in.

As they entered Mistress Kenky summoned Foxtrot over to her with her finger and the two began a very intense make out session that lasted for over a minute. The bird woman made it clear early on that she was the one who was “in charge,” as she grabbed one of Foxtrot’s wrists, **** it down to her vagina, and ordered the younger woman to finger her. Foxtrot did as instructed while bringing her lips onto the woman’s nipples and suckled and after a few seconds milk began to come out. They stayed like that for a while until the Mistress came on Foxtrot’s fingers at which point the two separated. “So, I take it this is the interview crew you discussed coming by today?”

Foxtrot smiled lovingly as she grabbed a chair and sat down, “Yes Mistress.”

The woman sitting on the bed took a moment to compose herself and gave them both a stern smile as she did her best to be professional and put on a good face for them. “I apologize for that initial outburst, but ever since I got this body with these glorious wings, my pussy is on absolute fire. And when a girl as cute as Foxtrot or a man as sexy as the other two preliminary patients are around, I kind of lose control for a bit. Lucky none of them seem to mind.”

“If anything I wish you would stay out of control a little bit more. You’re fun when you get like that. You know mommy and mother have a little bit of a BDSM dungeon in the basement of the main building right? It’s all full of dildos and harnesses, and other things you can tie a person down on. I bet you and I could have so much fun in there.” Foxtrot and Mistress Kenky continued to flirt for a while but the dark lady with the bird wings made it clear that as much as she loved having fun with Foxtrot, she preferred cock. She was also well aware of Mister Phuong’s fetish for being tied down and ‘milked’ for cum. She had taken advantage of that more than once since the medical staff had given them both the all-clear for sexual activity. Which he had gotten three days ago.

The reporter asked Mistress questions about how she was feeling physically. If there was any pain or discomfort and Mistress Kenky said the only real problem was a little bit of discomfort with sleeping primarily because trying to find a comfortable sleeping position was difficult as she was still trying to figure out what was best with two new appendages on her back but other than that, everything was great. Once her observation period period was over she planned to be a personal spokeswoman for Foxtrot’s services in some of the furry chatgroups she had been in and convince them to join in. The idea of a bunch of who-knows-what guys on their hands and knees getting dommed and used was something she was enthusiastically looking forward to.

She discussed having been a bit socially awkward in the past and being kind of a nerdy, fantasy loving, role-playing kind of gamer in the past. In fact her the little name she picked out Mistress Kenky was an amalgamation of kenku, a race of bird people from Dungeons and Dragons, and kinky. She confessed she had always had an elevated sex drive but had always been a bit too embarrassed to really try to show how sexual she truly was. In part because there was a lot of slut-shaming throughout the world and she had always felt too plain and unexceptional. But the wings gave her confidence as they now set her apart. The more bold and sexual behaviors that Foxtrot and her family presented filled her with hope that maybe a little bit more of a trampy lifestyle could be accepted. The reporter asked if Mistress Kenky could fly but she said no. She knew birds were largely able to fly because their hollow bones made them lighter so she didn’t expect to ever be able to take flight with what she had right now, but to her it didn’t matter. It was all about the unique look and the confidence and in that regard, she had never felt better in her life.

After finishing the conversation with her, the interviewers were led to the third room and this was quite frankly the interview that they were both looking forward to the most. While the sick, homeless, elderly man being given a second chance at life was heartwarming and the horny birdgirl was interesting, the third interview was the one that they expected to get the most public interest and viewership.

Milton “Torch” Ericson was a controversial choice for Foxtrot and Blaze to bring on board for their trial period as, since he was 15 years old, he had been shuffled back-and-forth between various different government agencies and watch programs while politicians, judges, and law enforcement debated his legal culpability. Shortly after his 15th birthday he had superpowers of his own begin to manifest. Pyromancy powers, and they began to show themselves incredibly fast. Way too fast for the boy to control and,one night as he was having a bad dream, he had inadvertently burned down his family’s home. His little sister had been able to make it out of the burning building safely, their parents weren’t so lucky.

When Knight Light told Blaze about the manipulations and twisted nature of The Shadow’s attempts at twisting the lives of supers, Blaze looked over some records and news stories of incidents that seemed suspicious and this one screamed out loudly to her a possibility. It took some long and serious negotiations to arrange it, especially since Milton was now 18 and still subject to occasional, uncontrolled flame eruptions, but eventually Blaze was able to use her reputation and past to secure his tentative release.

If the ability to spontaneously create and control fire wasn’t enough, he also had incredible strength as well. He didn’t have Maid’s form super strength in which, while looking physically strong she still had a relatively normal body. Milton had an alteration to his body structure that had resulted in his body building an insane level of muscle mass and without working out at all, he had a form that would rival most body builders or professional weight lifters. Foxtrot and Blaze were able to eventually convince the courts and Milton to allow them to take a few blood samples to see if there were signifiers that his body and genetic code had been altered. Orphaning a children was obviously not something The Shadow was above so they looked to see if there may have been some of his shenanigans involved.

It took a little while since Foxtrot may have been turned into the most informed genetics expert on the planet, but she didn’t know the mechanics of how The Shadow performed his deeds and it wasn’t like they could interview him to ask. Once she found it though it was all too clear. Superpowers tended to begin manifestation at one of three periods in a person’s life. Present from birth (like High Tech’s intelligence), manifesting during puberty (Blaze’s speed was an example of that) or later in life. Like Foxtrot’s regeneration and Maid’s strength, Milton’s genetic makeup showed signs that his abilities weren’t supposed to manifest until his mid 20’s, around the time the brain finished developing. Working backwards from there, Foxtrot was able to find chemical imbalances in his system. Balances that could trick certain parts of his anatomy into thinking his brain was further developed than it actually was. She couldn’t prove that Shadow was behind it, but from what Knight Light had mentioned of his modus operandi and style, she was certain that he had a hand in Milton’s accelerated development. With this, she was able to negotiate the now 19 year old man to be released into her custody so that they could try to repair the damage that had been done to him. And maybe even lead to having a second chance at a decent life.

After figuring out the problem, it didn’t take Foxtrot more than a couple of days to begin the repair process and within a week, his fire manipulation powers had returned to where they ‘should’ be at this age. Meaning he could produce enough flame to light a cigarette with some concentration and if he really worked at it, he could make a flame the size of a torch for a few seconds. In a couple of recent experiments, Foxtrot, Blaze, and Knight Light actually worked together to try and provoke one of his accidental fire outburst and were unable to do so. It seemed as if that part of his life might have been behind him. Unbeknownst to him, during this interview Foxtrot had arranged a little bit of a surprise for him.

When the reporter and camera man entered the room, despite having seen images of the man before, they were both still amazed at his body. Somehow he seemed even more insanely muscled than either of them had remembered from the file photos they had seen.

He stood up to greet them and shaking his hand made both the camera operator and reporter feel tiny when their hands virtually disappeared into the giant paw he called a hand. The idea that someone with this apparent size and strength might also manipulate fire made him seem like someone not to be trifled with. His somber and serious attitude though did put them both at ease somewhat. He was obviously an overall sad person and he wore the trauma and difficulties of his past on his sleeve.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and pointed to a couple of chairs that he had set up next to it, offering the two guests and Foxtrot a seat as well. The cameraman remained standing but the others all joined him as they began to talk. The reporter started by asking about his personal history, his past with uncontrolled fire outbursts, the **** of his parents, and the welfare of his sister. He cried a little bit towards the end as he mentioned that his sister had gone to life with his father’s sister after the house burned and he had barely seen her and he hadn’t spoken to her since. Overall it was extremely sad and the only bright spot he mentioned was his time with Foxtrot and her clinic. He said it was the only time in half a decade in which he wasn’t just treated like a dangerous freak and he appreciated it more than he could express in words.

With him able to talk about his past from his own perspective, the reporter began to ask further questions about his time in government custody and all the special institutions and arrangements that had been set up in case of another accidental flareup. He discussed initial **** to Blaze and Foxtrot’s offer to help him deal with his situation as they hadn’t been the first to make such an offer. Blaze took a particularly strong interest in who could have been the one(s) that offered him help, and after promising to find him a more comfortable living arrangement outside of police custody, confessed that it was a police officer that had indirectly offered him some help. The officer said he “knew a guy,” that claimed to have the ability to assist him. Which to all five members of Blaze’s group sent up red flags concerning The Shadow. Getting teenagers with powers into **** situations and then offering them salvation once the world turned against them had seemed to be a rather common form of manipulation that he liked to use.

Again they couldn’t prove much thanks to The Shadow’s incredible ability to cover his tracks but thanks to her reputation and respect, even with her vagina and breasts on full display during the court proceedings, Blaze was able to convince a judge to release the young man into her custody. Eventually a judge did so on the promise that they would try to ‘fix’ the alterations to his body and if he could show an improved ability to control his powers, the state would ‘reconsider’ the need to keep him under surveillance or in custody. That could be an uphill fight since there were a loud group of people that considered all supers as dangerous and in need of control or even elimination. Because of people like that even letting Milton come to Foxtrot’s medical facility angered many. Shortly after his transfer some of the more fringe politicians based their popularity on social media interaction began pushing conspiracies that involved him setting the house ablaze on purpose and that Blaze actually supported him for doing it. Some even outright accused Blaze of outright helping him **** his own parents. In fact a couple dozen of those conspiracy theorists were outside the facility protesting the grand opening as they spoke.

But as the interview continued and Milton did his best to come across like a relatively normal, 19 year old man, Foxtrot used the need to ‘check on the front desk’ as a guise to go get her surprise. She did head to the front desk which had a long line of people standing there waiting to be interviewed. Those with serious medical conditions like Mister Phuong, those who wanted animal gene splicing like Mistress Kenky, and even a few of those with existing powers that they didn’t want were dropping off applications for treatment.

As they all waited their turns, sitting alone in a special chair that Foxtrot had placed to the side was the guest she had been waiting for. Smiling she greeted the young woman and began to slowly escort her to the room she had just been in. She was obviously incredibly nervous and scared, not sure she had the courage to keep going and she slowed down a couple of times until Foxtrot grabbed her hand and offered her comfort. “Don’t worry, your brother might look like a big scary monster with all those muscles and tattoos but he’s really a total sweetheart.”

The young woman smiled nervously and took a moment to glance at Foxtrot’s naked body and the way she smiled when talking about Milton, “You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

Foxtrot just kept smiling and answered without the slightest shame or hesitation. “Several times. But that doesn’t change anything. I know you might still be scared after everything, you have been through a lot and there were plenty of people that probably said some unkind things about him. But I promise you that if I thought he was the slightest bit of a threat, I wouldn’t even let you in here.”

That’s when the woman looked down and even more worried, “I guess. But that’s not really the reason I’m worried.” Foxtrot was going to ask for clarification but Maid came running out of the room and indicated that the interview crew seemed to be wrapping up so if they were going to do this reunion on camera, it was now or never. With that as her cue, Foxtrot’s grasp on the woman’s hand tightened and she somewhat roughly pulled the woman with her while asking the camera crew to remain for one last thing. Pausing for a moment to make sure the camera was still rolling, Foxtrot continued into the room and pulled Milton’s sister into the room behind her. “Ladies and gentlemen, they haven’t been able to see one another in almost 4 years, but I present...”

"Samantha?" Apparently the young woman didn't require any introduction as Milton recognized her almost immediately and interrupted Foxtrot. The siblings remained standing silently and awkwardly for several seconds as a series of emotions ran through both of them. Milton felt waves of brotherly love, guilt, shock, and many others. Part of Samantha's **** to meet her brother again was she wasn't sure how she would react. She still loved him but just because she understood that the fire that killed their parents was an accident, it didn't mean she had completely abandoned feelings of anger and resentment. She was also afraid that his uncontrollable fire eruptions weren't as under control as Foxtrot claimed. Or that the emotions caused by the reunion would bring them back and meeting him would ruin his life all over again. Milton did his best to remain stationary and wanted to let his sister decide on how to proceed. After a little while, tears began to flow freely from her eyes as she decided on a hug.

Something that everyone took notice of was the speed with which she leapt onto her brother. It was incredibly fast. Perhaps faster than it humanly possible and even fast enough that it knocked Milton slightly off balance when she crashed into him. It appeared that might not be the only one in the family that was a super which might explain why she tracked Foxtrot down the day after her 18th birthday. She was so insistent that she tracked Foxtrot down at one of her furry fetish meets. Which was what she called it when she had a trusted master or mistress lock her into a pair of medieval style stocks somewhere public while letting strangers use and **** her body. Usually with words of encouragement as to where they should fire loads written on her skin with permanent marker. So it was with Foxtrot locked up while copious amounts of cum dripped from her face, ass, and pussy that the two women first met.

Her mother was playing the role of mistress that day and charging people to do what they wanted to Foxtrot, charging a whole nickel per fuck, and Samantha actually just paid for time with Foxtrot thinking it would be easier that way. Once she explained everything, Foxtrot immediately said the safe word so she could be released for a little bit, take the girl to one side, and begin work on arranging this meeting. She also made sure that her mother refunded the girl’s fuck fee as well. You know, because she wasn’t fucking Foxtrot. But as the siblings cried and held each other during their reunion, Foxtrot snuck over to Maid and asked her to call Blaze on her cell phone. She was busy with work thanks to the grand opening but she was able to show up after about five minutes. The brother and sister still remained in each other’s embrace.

Blaze took a moment to just enjoy the happy scene. She whispered back and forth with Maid and Foxtrot before stepping in, “So, is Foxtrot telling the truth? Do we have another little speedster here?”

That was the speech that convinced the two to separate. Samantha wiped her eyes and blew her nose with the tissues offered by Maid, “I-I don’t know. The last couple of years I have been, like, just really fast. It didn’t seem like super speed but I didn’t train but was just somehow faster than just about anyone at my school. And I just seem to keep getting faster as I get older. Part of the reason I had to come here was to ask my brother what he remembered from his experiences. I thought he might be able to help me figure some things out.”

Blaze smiled and decided to check something, she asked permission from the girl beforehand but reached out and grabbed the girl’s shoulder and as expected, she winced in pain. “You ran into you brother so hard that you hurt yourself a little bit didn’t you?” Samantha was a little surprised by the question and then asked how she knew. “Honey, look who you’re talking to. You don’t think that I didn’t run too fast into anything when I was your age? When my speed was still budding and I was figuring it out? Tripping, stumbling, and all of that was a nightmare when my feet were still faster than my eyes.”

The young girl lifted up one of the legs to her pants and everybody in the room winced, Blaze and Foxtrot with audible intakes of breath as she revealed a rather nasty looking sore on her left knee. “I was at the park and decided to see just how fast I could run and was loving the feeling. In fact I started feeling so good, I was curious to see how far I could jump and tried an experiment. Turned out it was a lot further than I thought and I wound up jumping right over the play area I was planning to land in and I caught my foot on the wooden barriers around it.”

“Yeah, that definitely takes me back,” Blaze said with a half-sarcastic laugh. “I did something similar and wound up going face-first into a chain-link fence when I was 17. I got good and covering it up with makeup but if you look, you can still see a little scar here under my right eye.” Blaze gave her a closer look to see it and then reached into a pocket hidden inside her corset and pulled out a business card with some personal contact information. “Foxtrot can run some tests on you if you want to confirm your powers for certain. If you want some training or help with it, once things settle down with our new enterprise, I would be more than happy to help you out with some coaching. In the meantime, and I can’t stress this enough, be careful.”

Samantha stared at the card offered to her for a moment and her eyes instead seemed focused on the bare breasts exposed in front of her and everyone in the room thought they detected a bit of attraction as the younger woman took the card and placed it in her pocket. “O-of course. I feel like there are many things you could teach me. I look forward to our lessons.” As Blaze said she had to get back to work and walked out of the room, she made it a point to give her naked ass a little bit of an extra swagger and nobody failed to notice that Samantha gave it a good, long, hard stare as she walked away.

The Foxtrot clinic’s part of the interview ended with a little bit more focus on Samantha’s reunion with her brother. She said her aunt and uncle had gone to great lengths to keep her away as they thought Milton might still be too dangerous and to be honest, she was still a bit scared and upset after everything so she didn’t push too hard. But as her above average running speed began to become more pronounced and she began wondering if she could be developing powers, she felt the need to speak to her brother about what he felt when his developed. As she approached 18 years old she knew she had to at least meet up with him once, if for nothing else than to figure out how she would react and if she never wanted to see him again, she would have the closure or knowing it. The conflicted emotions were confusing to her and she felt meeting Milton in person would help her be able to figure them out a little clearer. When she finally stood face-to-face with him, almost all of her more negative feelings were pushed to the back of her mind and she was just happy to see him again.

As the conversation moved to relatively minor things like Foxtrot arranging a tattoo artist to stop by a couple of times after Milton expressed a desire for some ink and Samantha discussing her high school graduation, the camera crew began to pack up for the next part of their day and that was an interview with High Tech. As the reporter sat down with the camera man at their van for a minute, she took a deep breath as she realized what the rest of the day might be like. Between Mistress Kenky, Foxtrot and Blaze’s barely existent corset they had already seen three women that were basically naked and one woman finger another to orgasm. Which made it seem like they were going to have one hell of a day considering that the reason why they had chosen her facility as the first interview was they expected it to be the least overtly sexual of the ones they had planned. It was fixing up to be one wild and horny day.