(F/F) You 'apply' the magical solution to your fellow Weather Watch heroines and encounter the lair's door guards.

"Thunderbird, why do you think this crap is going to work, anyway?" Snowflake asks. "Just because she said it's magic?" You get the feeling she's looking for excuses here.

Green Streak's childhood friend/perpetual victim/hostage, Isaac, is struggling to get his clothes off as the limousine speeds recklessly through traffic. He keeps tumbling from side to side, since you, Snowflake and Red Balloon are taking up the seats, and the latter gave him a dirty look when he tried to sit down on her side of the cab to strip down. He's actually not that bad looking, with a lean runner's physique, but awkwardly stumbling around tearing at his clothes like a demented homeless person isn't the most attractive look. Even so, you are insisting to the rest of the (current) Weather Watch that all of you need to pull your thongs aside and do some finger-painting.

"Yes, because she said it's magic. She's a damn sorceress!" you say sharply, pushing the container of black gel in the dusky-skinned snow-thrower's face. "What, you're some kind of skeptic now? Your and Weather Ballon's powers bend the laws of thermodynamics over and fuck them in the ass every day of the week!"

"Um," Red Balloon raises her hand. "could you PLLEEEEEASE not mention that particular activity?! I'm still sore down there from this morning since you had the briiiiiiiilliant idea to meet with a bunch of supervillains!"

Snowflake's perpetual frown deepens. "I think Red Balloon's objection is totally valid. You can't just impose on our sexual autonomy like this."

"Yeah, right!" you put a hand on your hip. "You didn't have any complaints when that egomaniac jock asshole in the driver's seat did the same thing, I bet."

"Whether I did or not is none of your damn business! And hearing you calling anyone else an asshole is pretty rich, Thunderbird." The statuesque white-haired nonbinary spits back. "And I trust Green Streak a lot more than I trust that creepy old witch with wings! Why does she want to do you any favors anyway?"

"Snowflake," you say, "for someone as obsessed with protocol as you, you didn't read the League's oaths and bylaws very well. This stuff is black and white. Are you familiar with the case of Artemis? Chick with a bow and arrow from the 1990ss, claimed to be some greek goddess's reincarnation?"

Snowflake looks confused, but Red Balloon immediately bristles. "Don't remind me of that disgusting case! Ugh!"

"Was this on the news? I never heard of it. I guess I was too young?" Snowflake posits, but you shake your head and respond firmly: "No," you say, "you never heard about it because it got covered up. Basically this heroine was doing the usual. Some scumbag low-tier villains had taken over a bank vault and wired the manager with explosives. The leader of them taunted Artemis that it was laser triggered so any arrows to cut the wires would set it off, and demanded that Artemis let him and his goons do anything they wanted to her. Believe it or not, that wasn't quite as common back then. This heroine was one of those who really resented getting perved on, especially by bad guys, so she refused violently. Which plenty of heroines always do - but usually because they have a back-up plan. In this case, she didn't, and although she won the fight and apprehended the crooks, the poor bank manager got blown sky-high."

Red Balloon shurgs. "Yeah, whatever. Heroes fail to save civilians all the time! Nobody succeeds 100%! All those citizens ought to be grateful that they get rescued from deadly peril ALMOST every time!"

"Except in this case," you say, "Artemis had had super speed backup on the way who could've handled the booby trap. All she had to do was buy some time. There was a big-time internal fight about it in the League, but in the end, Maiden America's argument that duty had to come first prevailed. So - if any hero or heroine refuses to do everything they possibly can to save innocent lives or a fellow hero, short of giving up their own life, it's considered a breach of their oath to the League. Artemis got kicked out permanently."

"And now, because of that stupid decision, villains everywhere were emboldened to extort sex from heroines at every opportunity! And now it's seen as normal and heroines will do any shameless thing with the slightest excuse, even when nobody's life is really in danger or there were plenty of other options!" Red Balloon pontificates in her squeaky voice. "I can't wait until I'm on the Big 7 and I can reverse that awwwwwwwwwwful precedent!"

"That'll be 'then', and this is 'now'." you say. "The point I'm trying to make, Snowflake, is that if you two don't use this stuff with me, and Dr. Rainbow, or me, or one of you two ends up getting killed, just because you were too proud to jill off with some special lube, you could get sacked for it. We could have to fight some of the deadliest villains in the city in there." You literally put your foot down as well as figuratively as you scoop some of the stuff onto two fingers. "Now, we don't have time for any more backtalk or hesitation. Snowflake, lean back and close your eyes."

"What?!" Snowflake protests - but you are already kneeling down in front of her. You now know the small slit that exists in the crotch portion of her translucent latex-like body stocking so that she can go to the bathroom, and your fingers slide into it and start tugging her white thong to the side. Snowflake balls her fists in frustration, but doesn't go any further.

"Hey, you - worm guy." you say to Isaac as you start teasing your fingertips along the edges of Snowflake's privates. "Get some of this on your fingers and help Red Balloon. Don't go any deeper than a fingertip." You hold the gel/potion container out to him and encourage him to gather some on his fingertips.

"Um..." the skinny brown-haired man in his underwear looks nervously at it as he kneels in front of Red Balloon. "Sorry about this but your friend Thunderbird is kind of intimidating. I don't want to make her mad or give Green Streak an excuse to give me another case of road-rash."

Red Balloon grits her teeth, and her face goes nearly as red as her costume. "F-fine. Get it done with quickly. This doesn't count as losing my purity. I'm still saving myself." she says in a breathy voice. There is a faint zip as Isaac pulls up the back-to-front zipper on the crotch of her outfit's extremely tight latex hot-pants and reveals her jealously guarded pink treasure box.

Despite her protestations, you can hear Red Balloon start breathing heavily after less than a minute of light, inexperienced finger diddling. She is gasping and tossing her head from side to side as the man's fingers slide up and down tracing along the inside of her pussy, applying more and more of the black stuff. It's so distracting that you realize you are barely doing anything with Snowflake.

You push two fingers coated in the magical lubricant deep inside Snowflake. Having removed your glove to do so, you feel a sudden pressure around your fingers as she tightens up and starts to quiver around your probing digits. Quickly, you escalate to a steady in-and-out motion, giving her only short breaks to add more lube to your fingers.

"Remind me to thank La Petite Mort for showing me a little of her technique, even if I can't do her shrinking tricks." you say as you rapidly flick your thumb over where you suspect Snowflake's clit to be while splaying three fingers inside her, your pinky finger sliding dangerously close to her puckered asshole.

You would be lying if you said you weren't enjoying this. This mouthy, troublesome heroine isn't giving you any complaints - all she can manage is soft grunts and strangled moans as you ream her out aggressively with your fingers, soon going knuckle-deep. Your fingers are getting absolutely drenched, and after mere minutes of this, the car is smelling like a fish market.

"Wow, this stuff is certainly doing something." you say as Snowflake is unable to close her mouth any longer, her breaths coming faster and faster. "If I was relying on my own skills I think Snowflake, nevermind RB, would be bitching a lot more. Let's see what all the fuss is abou-OOOOH!" Your eyes pop open as you use your free hand to slide up one of the leg cuffs of your yellow spandex romper and touch the edge of your slit. A warm, welcoming heat spreads through your hips within instants, and sweat starts beading everywhere on your body. You feel like your sensitivity is greater than it ever has been, whether you touched yourself or someone else did.

You are on your hands and knees with one hand reaching back, going between your firm ass-cheeks, to penetrate yourself while your other hand is deep inside Snowflake. You start a rhythm where you push into your own needy pussy with your fingertips at the same time as you drive every inch of your other hand's fingers deep in Snowflake's warm, wet tunnel. A rare thing happens - you lose control of your own powers momentarily, and your groan of pleasure is so loud that it shakes the windows.

"Ahhhh! AHHHHHHHHHFFFFF-!" Snowflake starts cumming like a bitch in heat, biting down on a surprised cry of ecstasy halfway through, ashamed that a 'problematic oppressor' like you has brought her off. It's especially impressive considering that, up until now, Snowflake hasn't mentioned or shown any signs of attraction to women. Maybe she was just afraid to try, or maybe Raven Woman's potion is just that good. It is... certainly good. Pulling back from Snowflake, you sit down awkwadly on your own hand, rocking from side to side with the motions of the limousine as you wiggle your fingers in ways that make your senses tense until they are about to explode...

...and suddenly the limo screeches to a halt. "We're here! Which means I'm out! Thunderbird, if you need help, just scream 'I need a big strong man to come save me' as loud as you can, and I'll be there in a blink!" Green Streak says - and before anyone can reply, the driver's side door flies open and he's gone.

Red Balloon is panting with a stupid expression on her face as Isaac hurriedly starts getting himself dressed. "Damn it," you say, "I was just about to cum."

"Don't worry about that." A deep, unfamiliar man's voice says. You jerk your head to the side in surprise as you pull your hand away from your cooch. A burly, broad shouldered man in black plate armor themed like a chess pawn is standing by the open door. He looks at you with a smirk, then to Isaac. "Hey there, 7 of Spades! About time you showed up. I was worried, for your sake, that I was gonna have to report how late you were to Queen of Hearts."

Ah. Naturally. Of course one of the bad guys' guards would come to check the limo that just pulled into the garage leading to their hidden entrance. It seems like the pawn outfits are for the lowest rank of soldier-type henchman. You recall that all the ones you fought in the League HQ were wearing white armor. Ah - so the white pawns are used to 'attack', and the black pawns 'defend'. You have to admit, Bunny and Queen have really committed to this theme of theirs. And it seems like the playing card henchmen are lieutenants, just like Queen of Spades and her family.

You clench your fist, wondering if you are about to have to take this guy out. But the big pawn looks relaxed. "I see it was for a good reason. Damn, I don't blame you, S7. I probably woulda done more than fingerbang them. But hey - I'm sure you'll get a nice reward." he pauses and rubs his chin. "I thought everybody from the League HQ was already out, though. And I didn't think you were on that raid."

"Uh... you know how it goes." Isaac says, hurriedly starting to pull his playing card jumpsuit on. "These 'Weather Watch' girls went around town kicking in doors and questioning the local scientists about how to access our base, Through the Looking Glass and all that. Turns out they weren't ready for the door that had Dr. Demise behind it, and they all got these mind control collars snapped on them." He thinks quickly. "Uh... the heroines are still conscious and everything, so they might give us a little bad attitude. But they are absolutely incapable of disobeying my commands. Lemme get these leashes on them so everyone understands the situation and no one picks a fight with them. N-not that they could fight back, of course." he reassures a little too hastily.

In the dingy basement of this office building, one of the security guard stations has been transformed into a comfortable little lounge, where Isaac leads you, Snowflake and Red Balloon in. The pawn henchman from before follows closely behind you all. You jump a little bit when, with no warning, you feel a big hand grab your enticing butt and give it a hard squeeze. Normally you'd be irate and a little insulted as he gives each of your well-toned bottom cheeks a light swat with his palm, but right now, it's just reminding you that you didn't get to cum... and whatever that stuff Raven Woman gave you seems to be spiking your arousal.

Not just your arousal, though. Your hearing is more acute than ever before, almost distractingly so. You have to focus to mute and tune out sounds from too far away. In fact, you barely need to move your lips or use your vocal cords like you normally do to manipulate sound. This extra hearing acuity means that even before you walk in, you can hear a series of embarrassed feminine squeaks from the corner of the converted security room. Not only that, but you can see a pulsating light from over there. It's hard to see directly, though, because it's in another room with the door left open.

But before you can investigate who is getting molested and by whom - whether it's another heroine, a villainness or just a civilian, another voice comes from behind the desk Isaac has brought you before: A soft but also sassy contralto tone: "Ooooh, who's that tall white-haired slice of brown bread you've got with you?"

From seemingly out of nowhere, a stranger in costume pops up behind the desk and hops up onto the edge of it. They have a pair of oversized costume mouse ears worn on their head. Seemingly of latin or mixed race descent, their deep tan skin contrasts with the light grey of an extremely tight leotard. One hand brushes away a silky black ponytail, while the other playfully swings around the tail portion of their costume like the end of a jumprope. There is black makeup on the tip of their nose, along with a set of 'whiskers' drawn on their cheeks. Is this a villainess you haven't heard of?

She's extremely short at a couple inches shy of 5 feet tall, and her body is very slender, with seemingly no boobs at all. Wait... actually, as you look closer, you can see that despite wearing the typical sexy skin-tight leotard you would expect to find on a hero or villainess, this one has a prominent bulge between 'her' legs... and a faint but noticeable adams apple. Quite belatedly, you realize that "she" is actually a "he", which explains having a deeper voice than Snowflake (albeit only slightly) despite being quite a bit smaller than her.

This must be Doormouse, who you've never seen up until now. He has been looking at Snowflake, who is following closely behind you, but when Snowflake steps out from behind you, Doormouse's mischievous smile immediately disappears and is replaced by a pout. "Ohhh, drat. I thought that tall one was a guy. So unfair!" He sits cross-legged on the edge of the desk and gives his ponytail another ostentatiously feminine toss. "I swear, is every single hero in this city a girl? Just one single cute guy got caught in a raid that Bunny had me planning for over a month, and Caterpillar monopolizes him immediately." he sighs.

"Just for your information," Snowflake says softly, doing a relatively admirable job of keeping her cool, "I don't identify as female or male. My pronouns are-"

"Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh," Doormouse makes a 'yap yap' gesture with one of his gloved hands and rolls his eyes. "I don't care, close your donut hole, super-piggy. The adults are talking."

"Um, yeah, hello sir." Isaac nods respectfully. "Let me explain the situation..."

"No need, I heard." Doormouse says. "I have very good hearing, you know~" He walks out in front of the desk and towards the door that's been left hanging open, through which the bright, strobing light can be seen. "Hey, Bill? Looks like you're on a timer." Doormouse says. "Hurry up and finish with that brat. Just looking at them I can tell Bunny is going to want these three hussies in the film studio before even thinking of putting them up for auction or leaving them for free use in the playroom, so they're going to need you to do something slightly useful for a change and open the looking glasses along the way for them with your coded cufflinks."

The feminine whimpers, and the flashes of light, temporarily stop. "Can't it wait?" A deeper male voice comes through the door.

"You got ten minutes." Doormouse says. "I'm not going through the effort of making TWO portals. I'm feeling portalled out, especially since mean old Bunny never brings back anyone nice to give me some attention~"