(M/F) You walk in on Snowflake enjoying herself to the videos... and Dr. Rainbow offers to help you enjoy the last one.

You sway your hips confidently as you enter the room. "Hey Snowflake. I don't care if you quit the team or what, make some room for me and Dr. Rainbow. We need to see this."

"Get out of here!" Snowflake gasps, still stroking her bare caramel cunt as she snaps her legs closed.

"Sorry," you say in the snarky, confident tone of voice that most of your teammates have grown to hate about you just as much as their quirks have worn on you in turn, "being a superheroine is a lot of things, but it's not a life of privacy. I would've that would be obvious, now that you see something like this." you point towards the screen.

...

On that screen is a superheroine you recognize from your earlier orientation as 'Wisp'. A bubbly green-eyed blonde with her hair in a ponytail, dressed in what looks like a 'fairy costume' you would get at a fetish shop - a light pink cotton leotard hugging the curve of her waist and flattering her impressive bustline, along with matching pink thigh-highs and detached sleeves. Attached to her back are a large pair of gossamer tinkerbell-style fairy wings. It's a suggestive costume even by heroine standards, with a tiny heart-shaped hole in her costume showing off her navel. That is, it'd be suggestive enough if it wasn't tugged aside to expose her pussy.

The fingers of a male hand wrapping around her waist to caress her inner thighs are sliding in and out of her wet slit. In the film, Wisp is laying on her side on a couch with one leg hiked up. Another male hand is squeezing and kneading one of her breasts. Behind her on the couch is Jack of Hearts, of course, with his jumpsuit's pants already pulled down around his ankles. From the sheen of juice on his erect cock, his current finger-banging of the sexy young blonde heroine in front of him is an intermission rather than foreplay.

"Remem-ber~~" the heroine says with a giggle, "you have to tell me which one of the new heroines is Mock Turtle in disgui~ise."

"I haven't forgotten," Jack mumbles as he kisses her neck. He seems a little nervous, but it isn't enough to stop him from suggestively slapping his cock against Wisp's inner thigh. He uses his hand to guide the thick, bare shaft into her slit and ease himself into her again until he has her impaled completely. Wisps's eyelashes flutter and she gives a theatrical open-mouthed moan of pleasure as he begins sawing in and out of her again. "but if I'm going to intentionally screw up one of Hot-Cross Bunny's plans, I'm going to enjoy mtself first."

"Hee hee~ Just remember not to 'enjoy yourself' too much." Wisp coos in a flirty voice as she looks down at the shaft sliding into her.

...

"Mmm." you stand with your arms folded. "It's kind of like a horror movie, isn't it? You want to shout through the screen at her, 'No! Don't spread your legs for that cock! It's going to bust inside of you!'... but then you think about it for a second and realize that if she did the sensible thing, there wouldn't be a movie for you to watch in the first place."

"Thunderbird, you fascist, fucking..." Snowflake is gritting her teeth. "you made me get used like tissue paper by this... unnh.... chauvinistic slime...! All so you could... keep me off of your team like it was a... fucking whites-only golf club!"

"Snowflake! Don't say mean things like that!" Dr. Rainbow is covering her eyes with her gloved hands.

"Yeah." you say flatly. "My bad. In my defense, though, watching your pussy get turned into an eskimo pie was really hot. And since you're watching this despite it having nothing to do with your problem, I'm betting you can sympathize. Here, let me give you a little hand." You focus your still-amped-up sound control power to affect Snowflake's mood, trying to make her more relaxed and aroused. And then you step behind her and grab hold of those big, bouncy tan melons you'd enjoyed watching heave up and down when she was in Jack's lap.

...

On the screen, Jack of Hearts is proving to be very skilled. Every time Wisp is getting close he pulls out of her and starts fingering her again. He seems to be repeatedly reaching down to something hidden in the cushions of the couch, but you can't see what it is.

"Ohhhh you evil, evil man," Wisp says in her breathy voice, "I can't stand it any longer...! I'll trust you, just fuck me! Fuck me hard until I... AH!" she gasps in delight as the head of his cock finds its mark and goes inside her again. From what little you can see of him Jack's jaw is clenched and he has a fierce expression on his face as he brings his hips against Wisp's lovely bubble butt again and again. After building his pace gradually until the blonde heroine is trembling, you can hear his breath get more ragged and strangled grunts start to escape his lips.

You can't help but think about the ominous symbolism of Wisp's heart-shaped cutout over her belly button. In context, it is almost like a crosshairs over her womb. A soft quiver runs through your body and you slide your hand down to caress your own bare tummy through the square hole showing off your abdomen. Flat, fit and perfect... for now. Just like the heroine getting her brains fucked out on the screen. By the time Jack of Hearts groans lustily in relief and holds himself deep inside Wisp, she is enjoying herself too much to notice or care: "Oh yes! Yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" she tosses her head wildly. Cum starts leaking around the spot where they are joined, and she leans over her shoulder to try and give him a kiss.

"It was... Miss Venus..." he groans softly, followed by a heavy sigh.

...

"Wow. So Wisp needed to offer bareback sex in order to figure out that the new heroine that was actually a weird green-skinned shapeshifter in disguise... was the one with green skin?" you observe in a sassy tone. "...actually, come to think of it, that's kinda clever on Turtle's part. It almost seems TOO obvious, y'know?" you say.

"Wait... Thunderbird... you already know about this?" Dr. Rainbow is peeking through her fingers.

"A bit of it, yeah. La Petite Mort was grousing about it a few weeks back, about how after waiting years for the League to recruit another heroine with self-shrinking powers to help her with her micro-scale projects, the one they recruited turned out to be an air-headed bimbo who'd failed out of every science class she ever took, and then, to add insult to injury, got herself knocked up to 'solve' a mystery that should've been obvious." you say.

"Why did you stop it, damn it? I thought - I needed more details so, so I can help hunt this predator down..." Snowflake murmurs in a testy voice, her hand stopping yet again. "You're trying to... ah.... sabotage me again, aren't you? Admit it!"

You roll your eyes. "You do realize that a lot of that so-called 'confession' by Shush was a fabrication that he bullshitted up with Red Balloon to try and turn us against each other, right? You know what, never mind. I'll have Shush tell you himself after I kick his ass. Anyway, I need to find something in these videos."

The next video, it turns out, features a heroine you don't remember seeing before. You probably would've remembered if you did. Her name is 'Garota Ensolarada' and she's an extremely curvy afro-brazilian bombshell in a revealing yellow pleather bikini top and hot pants, eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. You think you remember her, actually. The date on the video is from a few weeks ago, while you were temporary out-of-costume working as a security guard.

"Oh yeah, this one." you say as you fast-forward through the lead-in to the video. In this one, Jack of Hearts is in disguise - or, at any rate, he's in a different disguise. His disguise facial hair is gone and he's wearing a labcoat instead of his henchman jumpsuit. Somehow or another, Jack talks the buxom mahogany-skinned superheroine into starting to strip his clothes off and shimmying off her snug yellow hot pants, then giving him head. You slow the video back down as he displays impressive strength and coordination in picking the tall heroine off her feet and pinning her up against a wall, making her cry out with delight.

"Yeah I remember her." you say. "I snooped a little in La Petite Mort's files and saw that 'Garota Ensolarada' here was on the short list to join the Weather Watch. I figured Mort left her off the team because threatening to give the bad guys a sunburn isn't that useful. Plus, Snowflake was already providing enough ethnic diversity for THREE super-teams."

"Ahhh....! Fuck! Thunderbird! You're such a.... racist bitch! AHHHH!" Snowflake's normally deep contralto voice reaches a high pitch as she tosses her head back and cums around her fingers.

"...but," you continue, watching the events on screen with lurid interest, "looks like it was this despicable bastard's sperm that took her out of the game." The solar powered heroine gushes about how good it feels in her native tongue and locks her thighs around the disguised Jack as he pumps a life-altering load into her. Although she doesn't complain at the moment in the video, you know that at this very moment, she is probably regretting agreeing to unprotected sex with a man whose name she didn't know every time she feels a wave of nausea in the morning, knowing that it's only a matter of time until that firm, toned abdomen of hers is as big and round as the sun she named herself for. "I wonder if Hot-Cross Bunny orders her henchmen to do despicable things like this as a way of keeping superheroines off the streets, or because she gets off on it. Probably both."

Apropos of nothing, in the midst of her post-sploosh clarity, Snowflake straightens up in her seat. "I wasn't... this isn't the kind of exploitative, misogynistic trash I would ever be interested in watching normally! You're doing something to me, Thunderbird! Your... Eurocentric, heteronormative ideology is LITERALLY colonizing my mind with sound waves! Fucking stop it!"

"How about I let you claim that you 'provided support' when I took on Queen of Hearts instead of telling the reporters or La Petite Mort you walked out on me, in exchange for a temporary truce and letting me do my investigtion in peace?" you say. "And if you're worried about 'heteronormativity', you could always put that aggrieved mouth of yours to work between my legs." After retrieving the second tape and inserting #3 in the player, you flop down on another seat not far from her and hike one of your thighs up on an arm of the seat.

"Oh my... Thunderbird, Snowflake's elevated vital signs just normalized after that." Dr. Rainbow pipes up as she comes over to you. "I think I should make sure you have the same treatment. It may be the fastest way to flush whatever you're intoxicated with out of your system. Don't worry, Snowflake. I can handle this." Before you know it, her cute face is sliding in between your thighs.

"Hey..." you say, blushing a little, "I was just teasing Snowflake, Doc... you don't have to- Ah! This is it! Look, 'Starburst'!" you point to the title card as the video plays.