It's not the real Dr. Rainbow and 'she' has a surprise down there! [H/F and MF/F sex (part 1)]

Even as Dr. Rainbow is doing one of her usual sexy poses in front of you, you notice that there's no heart-shaped landing strip under her panties like there ought to be. But that very swiftly ceases to be the only concern, because 'she' reaches down and fondles her crotch - but instead of just getting herself excited, she pulls on the skin there, stretching it like rubber. With a grunt of relief, someTHING suddenly springs forth from Dr. Rainbow's crotch, dramatically replacing her delicate feminine parts with a small, curved, and very erect cock. One of her hands is gripping her tiny breasts through her schoolgirl outfit even as the other one is starting to stroke the turgid shaft she's now sporting. Looking down you notice that it isn't alone, either - the 'berries' have accompanied the twig and a pair of balls is hanging down from her crotch too. She steps out of her panties as you sit there, helplessly pinned by her impressive strength.

"Wow," you hear a familiar female voice chirping in your ear. "I had no idea Dr. Rainbow was such a unique figure. I hope she's just been asking everyone to refer to her with female pronouns because that's genuinely what she wants and not because she's being oppressed by patriarchy."

Your voice-activated super-suit, thankfully, hasn't been stripped off. Moving your mouth seemingly in horrified babbles, you are actually talking to the rest of your team. "SNOWFLAKE!! Are you watching this?" You angrily demand with nary a twinge of guilt for the hypocrisy of having watched her passionately boning her new C-ranked fuckbuddy a few minutes ago, "Where the hell is Balloon Boo- I mean, Weather Balloon? I know I told you to avoid Red Queen but come on, there's got to be another route! I'm in a... seriously bad situation here!"

'Dr. Rainbow' bends down over you and begins running her hands over your breasts, squeezing them in her hands and appreciating the way your super outfit lifts and separates. She turns around and aggressively rubs her backside against your crotch, cruelly snickering before turning back around and kneeling down to **** 'her cock' between your breasts, squeezing them together and enfolding the stiff flesh in your softness.

"Only moderately bad in ze sense of danger. As for her dignity, well - it depends on how you think of that kind of thing." a flat, French-accented voice reaches you. Clearly, La Petite Mort has gotten medical treatment very quickly - she sounds fine. "Dr. Rainbow was tiresomely critical of my costume alterations - she kept calling them 'lewd', that fucking prissy schoolgirl - so I do not have any detailed monitoring of her status, but I did of course put a _discret _tracking device in her, since during her time in the C-rank she has needed rescue after getting herself captured and roughly used by rogues more than once - and so I can say with certainty that Dr. Rainbow is no longer in the headquarters, having been taken to a building half a kilometer away."

"DID YOU HEAR ME?" The impostor-Rainbow shouts. "Both of you super zeroes, get off of her, leave her alone! If you don't get out right now anything I do to Thunderbird will be your fault, it'll be like you're violating her yourself!" the voice is on the edge of tears, reminding you in a disturbing way of how the real Doc usually sounds when she's being taken advantage of by villains even as she is forcing 'her' cock between your lips, squatting down over your face with rainbow high-heeled boots on either side of your head as it's shoved down your throat.

"Oooooooh, ooooooh, I've done my homework~ I know who it is!" As if it isn't bad enough having the other two bitches watching your submission, Red Weather Balloon's nails-on-chalkboard voice joins them. "I memorized all of the major, important bad guys, since the only thing nicer than beauty is brains to go with it~ That must be Mock Turtle, the shapeshifter..." You think as you cough and sputter around the hard member depressing your tongue and triggering your gag reflex. You could plan a counterattack, even handcuffed around both wrists and ankles, if you could just concentrate...

"What are their pronouns?!" Snowflake demands breathlessly. You grit your teeth as you look back over to see if Mood Ring is going to be any more helpful than your team.

Bunny has had her legs spread so wide that she's almost doing the splits. You can't see the action clearly, but you do see Mood Ring tossing her head back and moaning as she inserts the enormous glowing sex toy into herself, shivering in delight. There's a loud series of smacks and yelps as she bludgeons Bunny's exposed ass with it before taking her from behind, going in with a long smooth stroke. The phallic object can be heard vibrating intensely, thanks to your sensitive hearing, even though scarcely an inch of it is expose to the air, nearly all of its girth being engulfed by a pair of sopping wet twats squeezing tightly around it. Mood Ring leans forward over the waistcoat-wearing woman's waist, small breasts pushing against her back. Starstuff has decided that it's even more gratifying to lean back and just watch Mood Ring ravishing Bunny than to take advantage of the villainess's ample bosom, stroking to keep himself hard the whole while.

Looking back, even though you now know it's a shapeshifting villain, the replication is perfect and you can see nothing but Dr. Rainbow as 'she' forcefully pushes your legs up, your ankles still cuffed together, and wraps her arms around your powerful thighs before starting to slowly **** her erect shaft inside of you.

"Mood Ring!!!" you shout again. "This isn't... this isn't Dr. Rainbow! It's one of the villains! She has a cock and it's going... ahhh! It's going... in!"

"I'm going to let her go," Mood Ring pants as she pulls one of Bunny's ankles up so that she can engage in a form of 'penetrative tribadism', with one of Bunny's thighs sliding between hers so she can rub her pubic mound against that of the well-endowed villainess even as the double-dildo reaches deep within both of them, "...just as soon as she tells us what her plan was so that we can stop it! Tell me, Bunny!! Why were you working with Photobomber? Why can't we get in contact with Raven Woman?"

Of course, you couldn't know this at the time - but entirely by accident and by virtue of her insane beliefs and perverted tendencies, Beast-Beauty had already gotten the truth out of the invisible villainness, Cheshire Huntress, that you had captured this very morning before becoming Thunderbird... not that ratting out her boss had saved Cheshire from taking an awful lot of cum in her unprotected pussy courtesy of Beast-Beauty's degenerate fanboys. But just at the moment you are much more concerned about the bare cock plowing you deeply and the nuts slapping against your ass even as the false Dr. Rainbow pushes her slender upper body between your legs to plant kisses on your spandex covered breasts.

Even though you should be fighting back more, seeing your best friend's face is really messing with your emotions, making it hard for you to concentrate.

Petite Mort speaks again in your earpiece. "Did I just hear our emotionally-unregulated space policewoman over there ask about Raven Woman? Although it's true we've lost contact with her, that is almost certainly because she was doing some sensitive work together with some summoned dem... ah, well, the proper term which the League legal department advises us to use is 'mortally challenged extradimensional guest-workers'. Hmm... don't tell Mood Ring that though, Thunderbird. Just, hah hahhhn, lie back and think of America until I can guide Snowflake, Griffineagle and Balloon to your location through a side passage.

"I'm not kidding here!" the false Dr. Rainbow (actually "Mock Turtle"? Snowflake's nonsense aside you honestly don't know what pronouns you should be using since he/she had a pussy before suddenly manifesting the long tool he/she now has inside you). says. "Thunder-thighs is s-squeezing me so tightly that it's not going to be long before I fill her up with cum!"

Mood Ring, quivering with pleasure, backs out of Bunny and removes the double-dildo from both of them licking the tip of the slippery thing. "You think you can intimidate the League of Propriety, you weirdo? Well, that's one advantage to having a sidekick... Starstuff! If she's not going to use her mouth to confess or surrender, I'm going to let her talk to me down there," she points to her crotch, "with her lips, until she's ready to tell us. Since she's threatening that C-rank heroine with it, you go ahead and get ready to give it to her just the same! Thunder-girl isn't going to be the only one getting cum in her if that villainous lackey doesn't realize that heroic reinforcements will be here any second and make a break for it while she still can!"

Starstuff looks like he's just been told he won the lottery. You grit your teeth again. Your priorities may be skewed but the fact that you've just been threatened with being filled with cum (which you have to assume is potent, given that Mock-Turtle-Rainbow has the 'berries' to go along with the twig) is a secondary concern to your dignity. "I'm B-ranked damn it! And the name is THUNDER-BIRD!" Maybe your powers can get you out of this after all, you surely can't rely on your bimbo teammates. Snowflake is a wild, hedonistic slut in addition to being a nag, Red Weather Balloon is a complete backstabbing bitch and Mort just doesn't care.

Even as you try to focus, "Dr. Rainbow" starts fucking you at an even higher tempo, filling the room with the sounds of your sex. Perhaps it's because he/she/it chose that particular form that you can't stop yourself from getting wet... or perhaps it's just Mood Ring's obnoxiously uncontrolled power.