No, he leaves you to train on your own

“I mean I don’t know what I’m doing to check, but I’m willing to try,” You offer in a tone that smacks just a little too much of that over enthusiastic tone that puts Hans on edge.

“A tempting offer, but I’ll have to pass,” Hans replies in a hoarse tone, his hands cupping his wounded ego.

“I’m really sorry Master,” You apologise again not quite sure what to do.

“Training comes with its own hazards to both pupil und teacher,” Hans says in the most reassuring tone he can muster. “Now you practice here for the rest of the day,” Hans adds as he begins to make his way towards the exit a slight limp to his gait as he moves.

“What should I do?” You ask uncertainty creeping into your voice, still feeling extremely embarrassed about hitting your mentor where it hurt the most.

“You practice with that tail of yours, Jah, make sure you can control it as well as any of your limbs,” Hans replies limping out of the door, hoping he might be able to find Doctor Rainbow and have her personally check him for damage. The thought gives him a slight spring to his otherwise pained step.

Alone and still reeling with embarrassment and guilt about hitting your mentor a lot harder than was probably necessary, you decide to throw yourself into the instructions he gave you. Spending the next several hours experimenting with how you could move your tail by just thinking it rather than moving your body to direct it. Frustration soon sinks in as for the first few hours you get no movement, thankfully your frustration leads you to have a small breakthrough.

You are attempting to meditate, to quiet your mind of distractions and work on your balance at the same time by standing on wooden pole, trying to remember what you felt when you struck Hans with your tail. The memories and sensations coming flooding back as you relieve the feeling and phantom sensations of his hands exploring your body, you feel your legs go weak for a moment and your balance quickly disappearing. You feel yourself falling closing your eyes and relaxing the muscles in your body in preparation for the impact with the floor.

You felt your mind reach out in futility, imagining your arms grasping the pole to stop your fall, but as you ignore these thoughts in favour to prepare yourself for hitting the floor. However the impact never comes, you slowly open your eyes and find yourself hanging upside your face an inch away from the floor, your tail wrapped around the pole and keeping you suspended.

You think back to when Hans has shoved you on your first day of training how without any prompting the tail reacted to prevent you from falling. Up until now you assumed that it was a preprogrammed response to danger, but the was that same fleeting moment where you felt yourself trying to prevent your fall as you lost your balance.

It suddenly dawns on you, that those fleeting moments might be the key to using your tail, you let out a excited shout, this was it this was your eureka moment. It was fitting because it was this reaction which causes your tail to slacken it’s grip and reintroduce you to gravity. Dropping you the short distance onto your face, painful but the only real damage is to your pride, which is limited since there was no one to witness it.

“Smooth,” A husky tone voice announces, as you pick yourself, turning quickly to face the source of the voice.

Making no efforts to hide, the woman stands before you eyeing you up and down with her amber eyes, a big smile on her soft featured face. It took you a while to place the name to the face, your eyes were watering slightly from face planting the floor, but there was no mistaking the bronzed busty form of Mistress Wonder. The impractical dress that hugged the woman’s wonderful form, more suited to the VIP section of an exclusive Acropolis club, was a fairly big clue.

Long legs, big boobs, seemingly impossible curves for someone who can hit as hard or move and fast as she could, perks of her shapeshifter abilities. Although while she couldn’t fly or her physical abilities were relatively low for super human standards at least, she maintained her status and popularity with her sex appeal and ‘fan engagement’ and marketing.

“Hello Mistress Wonder, Sorry I’m still getting used to my equipment,” You offer, blushing furiously at being caught falling on your face by another hero.

“Don’t worry about it, I just came to see what Fast Hans had been bragging about, you’re still learning, so young and yearning to be moulded into something special,” Mistress Wonder replies with a wicked smile, her honey like words dripping with a sultry energy that sends a shiver down your spine.

“I still have much to learn,” You reply giving the bronzed beauty a respectful bow.

“Mmmmm I’m sure you do,” Mistress Wonder replies with a grin, her amber eyes roaming up and down your body, drinking in your youthful frame in your revealing costume.

“So how may I be of assistance to you, Mistress Wonder?” You ask in a respectful tone, keeping your head bowed.

“Oh, no need to be so formal sugar,” Mistress Wonder replies with a soft giggle, that seems to caress and stroke at your mind. “Please call me Molly, all my friends do, you do want to be my friend don’t you?” Mistress asks in a seemingly innocent tone, although the grin on her face suggests anything but innocence.

“Of course, Mistress... I mean Molly,” You reply nervously meeting the heroines amber gaze and giving her a weak smile, your tail begging to fan you gently as you can’t help but feel the temperature in the room spike as the bronzed beauty looks at you.

“Glad to hear it, now I just came to say hello and maybe grab a picture of the newest additions to the leagues family,” Molly adds grinning as she steps towards you. “I can see why they picked you despite not being blessed with natural gifts,” Molly offers in a sympathetic tone.

“How did you know?” You ask

“Well I know we’ve just met, but based on what I saw walking in here, that cute tail of yours are fairly new to you,” Molly explains with a smile.

“I guess that makes sense,” You reply with a nervous laugh, wondering why your mind didn’t furnish you with that obvious bit of insight.

“Sense would be Hans giving you some better pointers about how that tech works, but judging by how he hobbled past me without so much as quick lookyloo at my ass, I’m guessing he didn’t bother brushing up on the manual either,” Molly explains.

“Well he was focusing on teaching me some more basic lessons first,” You reply defensively.

“I’m sure he was sugar,” Molly replies with a smirk.

“In any case I think I’ve figured it out,” You add with a smile, focusing your mind in that abstract manner and getting your tail to swish in the way you had thought.

“Mmmmm, brains and beauty, you’re going to go far in our family,” Molly says with a big soft smile.

“Thank you,” You reply with a smile, feeling your cheeks flushing once more.

“Well how about I give you my number and we can meet up and I can teach you all the hero stuff Hans won’t cover,” Molly offers with a big grin.

“What sort of hero stuff?” You ask a tone of uncertainty to your voice.

“Fame, networking, all the busy work to get noticed and how to live with being noticed, the glamorous side of being a modern heroine once the day is saved,” Molly explains with a confident smile.

While you knew that these were aspects of being a hero, especially in this day and age, it wasn’t something you even considered in any great detail. At most you assumed it might be the odd interview or new report here and there, but when you consider where most your info on the fellow hero’s and heroines of the league came from, it suddenly made more sense it would be more involved than that.

The fact you knew who Molly was despite not being a heroine you followed with any interest was a testament to her skill in that area of the caped profession. While you weren’t sure about the more glamour aspects of being a heroine, you knew that listening to whatever Molly could teach you would be invaluable for the future.

“That sounds perfect, I’d love to,” You reply with a warm smile.

“You won’t regret it I promise you,” Molly replies stepping next to you and putting an arm around you. “Now let’s get a picture to celebrate and I’ll leave that cute butt of yours to master that tail,” Molly adds, pulling your head closer to her as she took a picture on her smart phone.

Being this close to Molly you couldn’t help but find yourself getting warm all over, the fruity aroma of her fragrance making your head swim. Being held so close to Molly was making you feel excited, something about her was so enticing and pleasing, her very presence was almost enough to get you drunk. You couldn’t tell if it was her raw charisma or perhaps a latent lower that wasn’t listed in anything you knew about her, all you knew was that she was a pleasure to be around.

“Mmmmm perfect, my followers are going to love you I can tell,” Molly says with a big grin, leaning in and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Really?” You ask with a girlish giggle, a sound you hadn’t made in years.

“Of course they will, I’m taken with you after all,” Molly replies with a wicked grin on her face before, turning and sauntering away, her big perfect shaped rear wiggling in an enticing manner with each exaggerated step. “Train hard now, my number will be waiting for you in your locker,” Molly coos as she exits the training room, leaving you to absorb what had just happened.

It takes a while for you to process everything, but thankfully once Molly had left, your normal enthusiasm for training returns and you quickly go about perfecting the mental techniques to move your tail. It was bizarrely abstract at first, like trying to hold onto the thought of something, while not directly thinking about doing it. Although it did explain why the meditation wasn’t working, since part of the noise you had shut out was the same parts of your mind that seems to operate the tail.

Thankfully the more practice you get, the more used you are to accessing that part of your mind to control it, and by the end of the day you’re able to get it to move where you want it to, quicker than your arms or legs. Then by the end of the week under Hans supervision, you’re able to put together a functional but inelegant manner to fend off attacks, counter with your own as well as some utility use of your tail.

You didn’t have a chance to catch up with your new friend Molly, although you did see the picture of you both and the thousands of likes and comments it garnered. Although given that the new week meant your first assignment you didn’t have much time to worry about how well received you were to Mollys fans.