Following the Plan

Dovetail was adjusting to her new life as a minion. It was a bit strange to be working under her old teammate, especially Pyreknight of all people. Not that she had a problem with, far from it. Pyreknight was a serious, no-nonsense kind of woman. She got the job done, usually at the end of her blazing sword. That part was fine. It was more so that her new boss had only ever subdued villains before. So she was perhaps unused to the opposite end of things.

But that was fine too, since it was as the Goddess willed. It was Dovetail’s role to do her best as Pyreknight’s minion to help her in any shape or form, and that including schooling her on how best to run a criminal operation.

“The first thing you should do is make sure no superheroines with medium sized breasts come looking for us,” Dovetail explained to the somber supervillain.

“Hmm.” Her boss ponder, setting her modest chest rumbling slightly.

Ms. Emerald took the opportunity to chest-bump Dovetail. The green-haired minion sizable tits collided with Dovetail’s own, smushing the two of them together in a rather pleasing sense. Dovetail’s tits had always been sensitive, but when she had been a superheroine she had never had the opportunity to engage in sexual acts. She had mistakenly believed the Goddess frowned on that. But now she knew the minion way of things and that included acting as lasciviously as possible, the better to please their boss. Ms. Emerald for her part only grinned wickedly before turning to their boss.

“Hey Pyreknight, boss, like what you see? You should really get some more big-titted minions so we can sandwich you between like four pairs of breasts.”

“Hmm.” Pyreknight seemed to still be thinking about plans.

“No fair,” Guardian Aurora said, floating over behind the two docked superminions. “I wish I had boobs as big as you two.”

“Variety’s the spice of life, flatty. Besides, flat-chests are minions too, and that’s all the matters really.” Ms. Emerald expounded with a certain affected wisdom.

“Don’t mind her, GA. We all love you just the way you are,” Dovetail said, only moaning a little bit and the continued rubbing of her boobs against Ms. Emerald’s. The way their nipples encircled each other was just divine. Another sure sign of the Goddess’ favor.

“Quiet. All of you line up and salute,” Pyreknight commanded. They all rushed to obey. Dovetail withdrew from Ms. Emerald and stood next to her, raising her hand up to her head. She stood ramrod, not moving a muscle. She couldn’t disappoint her boss, especially this early on in her minion career. While Pyreknight was probably not the kind of supervillain to toss her into a vat of acid or a pool of sharks or something like that, she might leave some bad reviews on rateaminion.com. Was that a thing? It probably was.

Pyreknight stared at them for what felt like a minute. Eventually she spoke again. “What are you?”

“Your minions!” They all responded as one.

“And why is that?”

Was she testing them? They all knew the answer of course. GA responded first however.

“Because we’re small or big-titted superheroines.”

“And why does that necessitate you being minions?”

This one threw GA a bit before she rallied. “It just does. It’s like a natural law. Like gravity.”

“And how are you both a superheroine and a minion at the same time? Doesn’t one preclude the other?” This was the most Pyreknight had talked in ages. That alone would be enough to throw the team for a loop, but this line of questioning was hurting Dovetail’s head. And by the looks of poor GA, she wasn’t alone in that pain.

“Uh. Uhhhh. I just am? I don’t quite understand where you’re going with this?”

“What does being a superheroine mean to you?”

“Fighting villains and saving people, obviously.” Ms. Emerald piped in.

“And being a supervillain’s minion?”

GA picked it back up. “Helping our boss, you, do any crimes you want.”

“And both at the same time?”

“Well, no, I mean we’re superheroines who are minions, so we’re minions primarily. Just superheroines as a base kind of thing? I guess.”

“I see.” Pyreknight sighed. “Dr. Bizarro was really half-assing this wasn’t he? Well, I suppose it works, which is more than I can say for most of his inventions.”

“Oh are you talking about his reality manipulator?” Ms. Emerald asked. “Yeah that doesn't work at all. But maybe you could like, I don’t know, find a big-titted heroine that knows science stuff and recruit her so she could actually get it working?”

“Mrs. Technata.” Dovetail helpfully provided. “She’d qualify. Though some other supervillain may have already snapped her up as his minion.”

“Techanata, huh.” Pyreknight cupped her chin thoughtfully. “Yeah, I remember her. Seemed competent. Okay, first mission minions, let’s go recruit ourselves a new minion.”

Pyreknight hopped off the desk she was sitting on and walked towards the lab exit. The rest of the once-squad hovered behind her. Dovetail for her part was happy to be doing something to prove her worth as a minion. If there was some other supervillain they’d need to fight him or her for Technata. While Dovetail wasn’t much of a front-line fighter, her healing power would make sure GA and Ms. Emerald wouldn’t lose no matter how many times they got beat up.

“So, boss, why do you want this nerd anyways?” Ms. Emerald asked.

Pyreknight turned around and glared at her, causing the usually strong-willed superheroine/minion to shrivel. There wasn’t anything quite like one’s boss’ disapproval. It really struck a person down to their core.

“Why do you think? Or did you? God, you were always such a blockhead. Get on the floor and beg my forgiveness.”

Ms. Emerald immediately dropped to the ground and assumed a dogeza pose. “I’m so sorry for being an idiot, boss. I’m just a big dumb brute who could never understand the brilliance of your plans.” She bowed her head repeatedly. “Please forgive me for questioning you.”

Pyreknight looked down for a moment before nodding to herself. “Better.” She then pressed her armored heel on top of Ms. Emerald’s head. “You look good like that. Once this is all over, I think I’ll have you be my footstool forever. Would you like that, having no purpose other than for me to rest my feet on?”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

Some part of Dovetail, some incredibly small, faint part, thought this was a little cruel of Pyreknight. She immediately excised it. Ms. Emerald was a minion. She should have known better than to talk back to their boss. She should be more like Dovetail, who just followed along and did whatev---

Oooh.

“And you, don’t look so smug.” Pyreknight was pulling on her nipples. “You’re no better than her. Really, you might even be worse. I can tell there’s still some resistance to the reality alteration device in you.” Pyreknight pulled harder. Dovetail couldn’t help but moan. “Technata will have to help me erase that from you fully. After we convert all the heroines – besides me, with medium breasts over as well that is.”

Dovetail’s tits were her weakness. She had never known how good it felt to have them played with. She’d do anything for her boss, even without some sort of fictional reality alteration machine, anything at all just to have her tits played with some more.

Oooh. The Goddess was so kind to have delivered her unto minion-dom. She’d make sure to pray aseptically hard tonight, fingering herself while uttering “I’m a supervillain’s minion” over and over again to thank her for the gift she’d been given.