(M/F+F) After a good de-stressing, you go to retrieve the cut footage from the video archive - but it's guarded

In the immediacy of a hot three-way it's hard to feel too bad about all the mistakes and miscalculations you've made in your tumultuous early career as a superheroine. Sure, you made some bad decisions. You lost your temper a few times, the latest of which is likely to leave Snowflake as a single gender-non-specific-parent in nine months. You've shown no more caution with your own sexual health than you did when you were a teenager. You've had dirty, degrading sex with some both physically and morally ugly guys (and gals). And you've broken a lot of the rules that are supposed to set you apart from a common villain.

But it's situations like this that make it all worthwhile. You're getting the comfort of a friend-with-benefits you know well, and the sparks of a stranger you effortlessly propositioned into dropping everything to fuck you... both at the same time.

And the 'both ways' appeal doesn't stop at the emotional spectrum. Variety is the spice of your life in raw, physical sensation right now, too, as you and the hero you just booty-called, Mineshaft, put your adorable sidekick Dr. Rainbow through her paces simultaneously.

Dr. Rainbow's magical girl dress and your 'Thunderbird' romper are both discarded at the foot of the bed, leaving you in just your face-covering mask and Dr. Rainbow in just her rainbow-striped stockings and high heels. The short, petite asian woman is getting her tight pussy pounded doggy-style.

"That dick feels pretty good, huh, Doc?" you squeeze your firm double-d tits together as you look down at Dr. Rainbow's face buried in your crotch.

"Mmm-mm!" Dr. Rainbow's high-pitched breath voice is so muffled by your thighs squeezing against the sides of her face that even your super-sound-control powers can't make her comprehensible.

"I was almost ready to cum when I was riding him a minute ago." you give Mineshaft a wink as he looks back and forth between Dr. Rainbow's bouncing ass and your bouncying chest, a huge grin on his face the whole time.

"But," you continue, "you've been such a great friend to me today that I figured that if anyone got to cum around Mineshaft's rock-hard cock, it should be you." You lick your lips and modulate your voice to be as sweet and saccharine as possible, instead of your usual jaded, sardonic contralto. "I loooooove you~"

"AHH LHFFFF YFFFFEEWWWW!" Dr. Rainbow squeals desperarely with her tonuge halfway in your twat as Mineshaft's bucking hips drive her face against your crotch.

"Hey, Mineshaft!" you whisper to him. "Dr. Rainbow can't hear this. But, since you're being such a good sport about helping us with the aphrodisiac, it's fine if you want to cum inside of her."

"Hyuuuhhhh?!" The handsome, well-built young man wearing nothing but a miner's helmet has his eyes bug out. He looks down at Dr. Rainbow's cute, petite hips, where his personal 'shaft' is giving her a very thorough mining. When Mineshaft had offered to go get a condom before starting, you'd just laughed and continued stripping his clothes off. "Is it... is she safe then?" he asks, pulling out of her for a moment and letting the head of his cock rest against her ass crack.

"Oh hell no. It's actually a super risky day for her, just like it is for me." you whisper to him as you grip Dr. Rainbow's azure hair in your hand, urging her to lick you up and down. "But she took a load already, the damage has been done. So just relax and let yourself go."

"Oh shit! Oh, fuck!" Mineshaft grunts in **** excitement as he plunges his cock back into Dr. Rainbow from behind. You hear every slap of his hips against her sexy asian ass as he starts pounding the delicate doctor roughly.

His hands roughly grip her tummy, and you squeeze Dr. Rainbow's little boobies in your hands. She's too distracted to even lick you anymore - she just wraps her arms around your waist and hugs you like you're an oversized teddy bear.

And there it is - the kinky sound you'd been craving to hear again. By focusing at just the right moment, you can hear the ketchup-packet-squirt sound of a man's cum splashing against the deepest velvery folds a woman's cunt. Doc just got an absolutely huge load dumped inside her. Belatedly, you wonder if your calculation of the risk - namely, if two unprotected creampies on the same day aren't more dangerous than one - is actually accurate.

Oh well. It's part of the heroine life. And juiced up on Raven Woman's power-potion like this might be your only chance to hear lovely Dr. Rainbow getting turned into a rainbow creamsicle, so you won't worry about it. Even as Mineshaft's cock is still buried in Doc, you slide over, grab his hand, and urge him to rub his fingers rapidly up and down against your slit. He obliges... and your fetishistic excitement at his spurting cock making a mess of Dr. Rainbow's tidy asian pussy gets you off again, just as you hoped.

This is... what, the fifth, maybe six time you've came today? Side effects (and gross ingredients... er, ingredient) or no, that potion is some amazing stuff. You only live once, and you're gonna enjoy it. Not only Snowflake (and Doc) but you yourself might be staring down the barrel of a positive pregnancy test in a few weeks, after that chaotic romp in the Wonderland Warriors headquarters.

You have to get your kicks while you can. Especially since after this, you may be walking into a bit of a final battle-y type situation. You squeeze Dr. Rainbow's hand and let her use your lap as a pillow. You stay like that for a good long while before you speak again.

"Hey... Mineshaft..." you say softly - audibly this time, no longer hiding your words from Doc. "I don't suppose it's possible that you've got a superpower of being able to go again right away?"

The hero's rugged features, accentuated with a five-o-clock shadow that complements his natural good looks, sink into an immensely guilty frown. "Uhhh... I really, really wish I could say yes, Thunderbird, but-"

"Nah, nah, it's fine." you wave a hand at him. "I was flying too close to the sun with that one. You probably should find a new communicator and get back on stopping that, uh, dinosaur plot or whatever it was. I wouldn't want to feel guilty if I distracted you when the city needed you most."

You give him another wink as you pull the drowsy Dr. Rainbow to her feet. "I'll take a rain check though, if you don't mind."

"Heh... would that be, uh, like a 'thunderstorm check'?" Mineshaft ventures with an awkward grin.

"Boooo!" You give him a playful thumbs down. "Bad pun! Oh man, even by superhero standards that was bad!" you laugh. "I mean, I'm still gonna steal it, but that's a real groaner." You do your best to show off your ass as you bend over to pick up your discarded suit, then give him a sexy glance over your shoulder as you stand up. "I'll be sure to look you up when you have time, the next time I need a 'groaner' or two."

"A-absolutely! Any time! So does that mean... uh, I don't know what the situation with you and Dr. Rainbow is, but I could..." Mineshaft starts stammering excitably as he watches the two of you gather your clothes.

"Hold that thought. Let's worry about reaching the end of the week alive first, okay?" you say to him breezily. "We're gonna use your shower, 'kay? If Snowflake comes back and you're horny again, feel free to fuck them too, if they couldn't pick up any other guys!"

Ten minutes later, you find out, to your delight, that the material of your high-tech yellow romper is self-repairing, to some degree. The torn open portion that was exposing your ass and pussy had repaired itself. You smile and roll your eyes as you pull it on - you're sure that La Petite Mort will have something snarky to say about how much a heroine like you will need that function in her costume.

As it so happens, there's another coincidental run-in in the hallways. But this time, it isn't with Red Balloon. It's with a woman with the same shade of red hair as you, but a little less buxom and a lot less youthful. Your mother, Molly, of course. She looks like she's seen a ghost when she sees you round the corner. Leaving Green Streak's room, of course.

You give her a cheery wave. "Hi, Nightingale." you probably shouldn't tell your mom that, due to the power of time-traveling predestination, you know that it's 100% certain that her own aphrodisiac-fueled romp just made you a baby brother.

"Ri... Ah... Thunderbird!" Your mom's voice catches in her throat. "What are you doing here?! I thought you said you were trying to beat that snippy woman in the red latex outfit to Maiden America!"

"Maiden America's out right now, Nightingale." you say. "The best I can do is have a talk with Raven Woman. And for an aggravating experience like that, I need to work off the stress in advance."

You stretch your arms over your head, showing off the youthful, sexy figure that you're sure your mom envies, on some level. "Walk of shame? More like 'stride of pride'. I tell you, Nightingale - there's nothing better than casually hooking up with a hot dude in costume and making the bedsprings squeak, just because you can. I guess you'll have to take my word for it, since I know a serious, dignified, old-school superheroine like you would NEVER do a thing like that. Right?"

A razor-sharp awkward silence fills the hallway. You see fury and embarrassment wrestling on your mom's face from behind her purple domino mask. Yet she says nothing. That line of yours was checkmate in one move. You've had more than twenty years to learn the art of passive-aggressive combat from Molly, and it seems that the student ahs surpassed the master.

Leaving her no chance to recover, you wrap your arm around Dr. Rainbow's midriff and keep on walking past Nightingale. "Anyway, I gotta go watch some more hardcore creampie porno movies as evidence for my investigation, now. If you run into Shush, anything he says is a filthy lie, but I'm sure I didn't have to tell you that. See you later!"

"Thunderbird." Molly says as you walk past her. You stop and look. She smiles weakly at you. "Promise me you'll be careful, alright? I know you're a grown woman, I know you're a heroine. But all I've ever wanted is for you not to get hurt." She adjusts her mask a little, blinking away tears.

Augh! A pang of emotion pierces your heart. You were a fool to think you could ever put your own mother in verbal checkmate like that. Even if every other move is closed off, she can always play the I-care-about-you guilt trip! That she only reaches for the guilt trip on the rarest of occasions, preferring to beat you down with sarcasm and smug superiority if she can, only makes it more effective when she does pull it out.

You walk to the other end of the hall and give her a hug. "Don't be overdramatic, mom. I'll be fine. I'll catch you up on what happened at dinner this weekend if you're willing to bend the rules on the 'omerta-out-of-costume' you declared after the Gloomy Sunday incident, alright?"

She nods. You sigh. Whew - guilt dealt with. Dr. Rainbow is clearly straining not to burst into tears of emotion. She seems to know that would be a little too much, so she's covering her mouth with her hands to stop herself from gushing about sappy stuff.

A few minutes later you're knocking on the shutters of Smut King's video archive. Weirdo that he is, he seems the type to keep thorough records, so you're sure that he will know what dialogue was carefully edited out of that recording of Raven Woman convincing Starburst to fuck Jack of Hearts and becoming part of the massive archive of costumed conceptions.

...there's no response. You focus and try to hear what's going on inside the video editing room, if anything.

You hear... splashing. A lot of liquid being poured out. Not the sexual kind - way, way too much liquid for that. And a female voice casually beatboxing. A twinge of annoyance vibrates your eyebrow. You know whose voice THAT is. Between psycho-****-bitch Queen of Hearts, mean-spirited sociopath Hot-Cross Bunny, the human-nails-on-chalkboard of Red Balloon, and the serpent-like hissing of your loathsome stepbrother Elliot, you'd thought that you'd had the worst social interactions of the day behind you.

There is a reverberating shockwave as you smash the door to the archives wide open with the sonic power-fist Mort gave you - making sure to contain the noise of the blast so that it doesn't propagate throughout the Headquarters and draw curious heroes here.

As you enter the room, arms folded over your chest, you see a mocha-skinned woman with short side-parted hair, pointy ears, and cat-like fangs in a curve-hugging black bodysuit standing in the midst of the shelves of video tapes. In her hand is a plastic jerrycan. The room is filled with the overpowering reek of gasoline fumes, where she's been pouring gas around the bases of the shelves full of impregnation porn videos.

A man in a floral print shirt with an old-fashioned video camera for a head is sitting tied to a chair. He sounds like he's trying to say something, but it makes a sound like a telephone buried in the couch cushions. You see that whoever tied up up also duct-taped a teddy bear over the speaker on the side of his camera-head, as a way of gagging him.

"Yo, Thunderbird! Wassup?" Beast Beauty says cheerfully, giving you casual a wave with one hand as she nonchalantly continues pouring the gasoline. If she has any notion whatsoever that a heroine might be shocked or upset to walk in on a scene like this, she doesn't show it. "How'd the Wonderland mission go? You took good care of my best bro Green Streak, right?"