Mood Ring is too turned on to listen, but Dr. Rainbow turns on you

One of the clearest signs that you've come under the area effect of Mood Ring's power is that your mind is clear and devoid of the kind of introspection that you have a bad habit of getting distracted by in tense situations. Instead, all of your focus is on seeing the pleasantly squishy yield of the bunnygirl's bosom as purple glowing tendrils compress it and the breathy, indignant little gasps escaping her lips as the star-speckled dork at Mood Ring's side grasps her thigh and rests his cheek on the side of her very large rump.

"Well," you say in a dry voice. "Starstuff, huh? Judging by the way you're pawing that poor henchwoman I'm guessing that you were a bit disappointed when you got assigned an A-rank heroine as a mentor who isn't interested in guys. Guess you're lucky that creeps are blessed by fate in this organization no matter what. Even if it means throwing laws, rules, morals, y'know, all that unimportant stuff, in the bin like... well, like spandex as soiled as yours is about to be by the looks of it."

"For... to, uhhh, stop an evil plan... didn't you hear Mood Ring? You tell her, boss. I can't..." he cuts himself off by burying his face in between the captive waistcoated sexpot's thighs, tugging the thin black crotch of her leotard aside and thrusting his tongue right into her with little leadup. The bunny's voice rises several octaves higher as her sex is not only invaded by a foreign muscle but one of those disturbingly phallic tentacles starts poking into... another **** spot a few inches above that first entrance.

Wincing with sympathy, you sigh. Thankful now for all the briefings Julia gave you on the powersets of A-rank supers, you know that if you get closer to Mood Ring the effect will be even stronger. The fact that 'Bunny' isn't getting more into it than she is is testament to some high-level meditative training, or a psychic blocking device... or perhaps she is feeling it and is just playing along.

The writhing tentacles heft her up and begin peeling aside elements of her tight-fitting outfit so that Mood Ring and her handsy sidekick can get to her anatomy. From the sheer exuberance with which the squat, short-haired woman in the domino mask throws herself at Bunny's heaving mounds once the over-stressed leotard cups holding them in check are torn loose, you can tell right away that she is a 'breast woman'.

"Heeeere we go," Mood Ring gives a hearty grunt as she mentally forces a motion with the energy pseudopod that makes the bunny cry out shrilly. "down, down the rabbit hole!"

"Really now! That is very, very impr-ah-ahh! -oper!" The buxom bunnygirl says in an extended nasal whine repeatedly interrupted by the length of 'pure lust energy' (as you understand it) forcing itself deeper in her rear. That goes on for quite some time before, at last, Mood Ring can't keep her own hands off her small breasts poking through the thin fabric of her bodysuit any more than Bunny can keep the tentacles off of HERself. The tendrils withdraw into Mood Ring, but just as her villainous victim is starting to stand upright again and lurch away, she discovers that the tendrils didn't altogether disappear. Instead they have turned into heavy handcuffs binding her to the table she was laying face down on.

Having busied his hands rubbing himself through his spandex, Starstuff can't resist at all when Mood Ring bumps her hips into his shoulder forcefully, knocking him over on his side, and grasps Bunny's quivering rump-cheeps in both hands, kneading the soft, pliant surfaces with gloved hands greedily. "You're going to be sorry for this, I promise you now that you will! You're a foolish little girl who doesn't know- EEEK!" the villainess's singsong voice is interrupted by a sharp spank. Seeing that Moodie was going to monopolize that end, Starstuff came around to the front side and took advantage of Bunny's shackled state to pull the bottom part of his own outfit down and let his turgid man meat grab her attention. Bunny just sniffs and looks aside, so Starstuff puts it right between her enormous bosoms and pushes those wobbling orbs together with his hands.

There is a loud CLANG from the door you came in through. Muffled, angry feminine shouting comes through inches of steel followed by a very sharp and rapid series of impacts, then a massive **** that makes the door creak and groan. To your relief, it doesn't deform under the stress of any of the blows. Clearly Queen of Hearts wasn't knocked out by your attack, at least not for long, and is trying to get in to do horrible things to you. Non-sexual horrible things, at least... probably.

"NO! You musn't! You pudgy little tart....! Don't you dare, I'll have you punished like you wouldn't believe! That's MUCH too big!"

Looking back you see that Mood Ring is holding a new energy construct - a very long, thick, and suspiciously shaped thing that seems bouncy and flexible in her hands. "I know, I know, don't worry, Bunny," Mood Ring says in a casual voice, undoing her belt with one hand and stepping out of the bottom half of her suit, leaving her pale lower body totally uncovered (it seems she doesn't wear underwear beneath that). "You only have to take half of the Aldebarranian Twin-hammer Configuration. The other half is going to be in me. Well, more like 40%, but I was never good at math." Lifting one of her legs onto the table, Mood Ring brushes Bunny's pesky waistcoat aside and hotdogs it between her ample fishnet-covered buns while hiking one of her own legs up onto the table and starting to tease it against herself...

"Ok, fine, go ahead and do that shady business but would you please at least hurry up? Even if that door holds the walls in this place are full of secret passages and I don't want to risk that psycho bitch in the other room-"

"Uhh, uhhh," Dr. Rainbow says in a very uncharacteristic tone of voice. "Don't you say that about HER, Thunder-thighs. You have no idea wh-what she's been through at the hands of your little club. And I'm going to HAVE to put a stop to it, myself." You raise an eyebrow. "Wow, what's gotten into you, Doc? You're usually not this assertive..."

But then Dr. Rainbow displays strength she's never displayed before and sweeps you right off your feet with both legs. Before you can even impact the hard floor she catches you and locks both your arms around your back. You are too surprised to do much and before you know what's happening, your own utility belt handcuffs are around your wrists, and you're on your back on the floor with your ankles grabbed by Dr. Rainbow(?!!).

"Listen here, um, uhh, RUDE Ring!" Dr. Rainbow's voice is changing more and more now. She sounds like she's on the verge of crying and her voice has gotten oddly deeper. "You, yuh, you had better let Hot-Cross Bunny go right now and let us use your stupid teleporter thing! Or else this C-rank slut is going to get violated twice as bad!"

"Damn it!" You shriek. "Fucking psychics...!" You think back to the various mojo that Queen of Hearts was throwing around back there. "Dr. Rainbow! Listen to me! It's your best friend, Thunderbird, formerly known as Nightingale! ...Two! Hey! C'mon, don't you remember that YOU were the one that told ME that you can't be putting your fingers there without permission the first time that we met in this fucked-up headquarters?!" you protest frantically as her knuckles start aggressively rubbing up and down against your crotch. Because your current leotard comes with tiny little leg cuffs built in, it isn't QUITE as easy to remove for 'action' as the last outfit that you did so much fucking in... that is, until Rainbow's nimble fingers find the tiny button fasteners holding them up on the rear of your ass and undo them, letting her peel the whole thing up around your waist and leaving your ass and privates totally exposed for all to see.

You look back and Dr. Rainbow, conflict making a lump in your throat. You can't bring yourself to fight your friend, can you, even if she's being mind controlled. Wait... IS she being mind controlled? What exactly is going on here? One of her hands goes down to her cartoon-rainbow-print panties and tugs them down with uncharacteristic confidence...