Well you give her the perfect opportunity.

One of your biggest flaws as a hero and possibly even as a person is your willingness to see the best in everyone, even as the cost of spotting all the warning signs to the contrary. Your first real boyfriend who broke your heart, because you couldn't or wouldn't believe the signs that he was cheating on you. The friends who'd always take advantage of your eagerness to help, by choosing to believe they wanted to just hang out with you while you worked. Your mentor who openly gropes you in training is actually trying to prepare you for being assaulted by thugs and supervillains. Hell, to a greater extent the league itself is flawed, causing as much crime by throwing down the proverbial gauntlet. This city is protected, attack it at your peril.

Yet while blinding yourself to all the flaws and unpleasant truth's about heroes and the people around you, did leave you open and exposed to exploitation, it had its advantage. For it allowed you to look through the muck and mud that most saw and took at face value and see what lays beneath. For all the perverted tendencies of your mentor Fast Hans, he was still a hero who had saved countless people, stopped an impressive number of thugs or supervillains from terrorising Acropolis. He was still the hero who saw something in you and while having his own fun, he was still teaching you how to fight and how to save people. He could have simply kept you in training, continually wearing you down with his hands until you were wrapped around his finger, you were naive enough after all. Yet he held himself back for the most part and gave you a fighting chance to become the hero you dreamed of becoming.

So as the weeks went by you noticed the strange differences in the way Molly looked at you. Sometimes you caught her amber eyes lingering on your, her mind wandering as she simply looks upon you. Other times her gaze is more intense, almost as if she's trying to see something inside of you a broad smile on her face. You also noticed how the streams were changing, Molly's roles often slipping as she neared her limits, tightly embracing you as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear as her thick throbbing cock unloads copious amounts of her cum in your still unprotected pussy. A part of you knew something was off, that if things continued Molly would be trouble. But then you look past this and see that it's exactly the type of trouble you were after.

It was about 6 months into your new life as a sidekick when you finally got that test you were waiting for. You were on a routine patrol with Hans when you heard the explosions, a dull thump, the sound of glass shattering and the truly horrific screaming that follows once the shock wears off. Needing no prompting and wasting no time you both took off, running towards the danger. You'll never forget the smile on your mentors face when he turned to see if you were following and he saw you at his side, no hesitation in your movements.

When you arrive at the scene your taken aback a moment by the level of destruction and number of people fleeing or frozen still in a panic. A gang of armed thugs had somehow blown up or torn down the front of a local bank, debris and glass shards lay everywhere. Thankfully you don't see anyone too badly injured, just superficial cuts and some bruises that will make for a great story when they could safely reflect on this.

Inside the gang and their leader, a strange villainess who goes by the name walking disaster making their way inside the bank towards the vault.

"See to everyone out here then join me as soon as you can," Hans says in a calm authoritative tone, completely free of any hint of his germanic accent.

Despite wanting to ask him so many questions, such as 'Are you really going to go in on your own?', 'Do you think you can take all of them?' and 'What happened to your accent?', you quickly help the citizens. Most of them gladly get out of the area once you snap them out of their stunned fear, a few you direct to medical teams that were arriving. It felt good getting to finally be that reassuring **** that you knew was synonymous for heroes. Although you were looking forward to rejoining your mentor and teaching those bad guys a lesson even more.

After a few minutes, you're confident that all the citizens who hadn't already fled were now safe and it was time to head inside. You doubt you'll forget that dizzying mix of emotions you felt as you ran through the ruined lobby of the bank, fear and excitement fighting for control. That strong sense of pride about what you were about to do and the indignation and anger at what the villans had done.

You hear a few more low thumps and rumbles, two thugs sprinting out towards you, although actually they were sprinting away from your mentor and their boss. In any case, a quick swing of your tail sent the pair face-first into the ground.

"Timber," You say to yourself as you walk past the two facedown thugs, a sense of disappointment that no one would have heard or seen what you just did.

A few minutes later and you find yourself in the vault room, the huge metal door complete with the concrete that held it in place was lying on the floor. It made an interesting centrepiece in the pile of thugs your mentor had effortlessly dispatched before persuing their boss. You hop over the fallen vault door, putting the boot in on a thug who was merely pretending to be defeated in the wake of his fallen comrades.

Entering the vault you see a scantily clad woman whose dress seems to be seconds from falling down or tearing or both and your mentor who was looking rather worse for wear. While the woman's dress was covered in cuts and holes that exposed much of her busty form, these seemed deliberate, whereas the damage to your mentor's outfit was much less so. You didn't know the full extent of Fast Hans tech-based powers or what he was capable of while deprived of them, but the look on his worry on his face told you all you needed to know.

"What's wrong? You were moving fast enough before you set off my booby trap," The woman cackles, lazily flicking something at your mentor, which explodes as he throws himself into a sideways roll.

"Can't believe you almost killed one of your own henchmen just to trap me like that," Hans growls, a pained expression on his face.

"I didn't plan to do it, it just sort of happened," The woman continues, a broad grin on her face.

"Is that why they call you walking disaster?" Hans spits, his eyes noticing you and giving you a slight imperceptible nod and gesturing towards the woman.

"Oh no my dear, I got that nickname because I have a habit of leaving a bit of a mess wherever I go, well places and people, I guess you could say I'm just bad news," Walking Disaster continues.

"Oh, People?" Hans asks, while you slowly creep around and press yourself up against a wall of safety deposit boxes.

"Oh yes my sweet, People have a habit of craving what's bad for them and well let's just say I'm the worst," Walking Disaster purrs in a sultry tone.

"You have a pretty high opinion of yourself then?" Hans retorts, buying you more time to duck between some shelves and inch closer to Walking Disaster.

"And you haven't been able to avoid looking at me," Walking Disaster replies with a giggle. "Tell me, what your favourite thing about me, I might even let you live if I like your answer," She continues.

"I thought your kind didn't kill," Hans asks daring to look away for a moment to check your progress.

"Yes, but accidents do happen, or at least around little old me," Walking Disaster adds taking a step closer to Hans, her right hand starting to glow. "Now enough stalling, are you a Tits or an Ass man before I accidentally collapse this room on top of you?" She adds a venous undertone to her smooth sultry tones.

"Definitely Ass," You reply springing from your cover and throwing yourself in a turn towards Walking Disaster, your tail extended ready to knock her down.

"Who..." Is the only word Walking Disaster manages before all hell breaks loose.

Reacting to your words Walking Disaster turned to face you, which is what saved your mentor's life, his own equipment and body to damaged or weak to make any kind of movement to safety. Unfortunately, this meant that the destructive **** of the energy in her hand was turned against you, or more specifically your tail. Raising both hands to try and protect herself from getting a face full of your tail, her glowing hand touches it, although not before the tip slams into her face and off her feet, which is what saved her life.

Walking Disaster has a strange power, the ability to channel an explosive **** through her and out of her body, or into other objects. As her hand touches the base of your tail, the energy transfers into it, turning your tail into a ticking time bomb. In the few moments you had, you curl the tail in an effort to focus the blast away from you and anyone else in the room. Your plan works, however, the **** still throws you through the air and slams you into the reinforced wall, leaving you winded and your ears ringing.

You lie on the cold floor of the vault, battered bruised, in a decent amount of pain, but victorious, when you glance over and see your mentor on his feet standing over Walking Disaster ready to subdue her if she moved. Eventually, a few other heroes show up and help the authorities with the cleanup. Walking Disaster and her thugs are taken away, while you and Hans both get taken for treatment.

Thankfully your tail absorbed most of the blast, although it was more or less destroyed in the process, the injuries you sustained were from the impacts into the wall and floor. Which meant that aside from a few cuts and bruises which are quickly healed you walk away from the incident relatively unscathed compared to your mentor. Still, if there’s one upside to working in the dangerous world of superheroes is that there’s always some cutting edge tech or healing powers to help dramatically reduce the recovery time.

The loss of your tail had somewhat rendered you powerless, although it could be replaced, potentially with something better. Although without anything at the moment and the league's various techs tied up in projects there would be a bit of a wait.

“Think of it as a well-earned vacation,” Fast Hans told you with a smile. “It’ll be a good break and will spare you the lecture about damaging your equipment,” He adds with a wry smile, jerking his thumb to his own shredded gi. “I’m already going to get it in the ear, so least I can do is take yours too I am your mentor after all,” Hans continues.

“Thanks, still can’t believe what happened,” You reply shaking your head and adjusting the hospital gown that was doing its best to reveal your ass to the world.

“You acted like a real hero out there, putting everyone else before yourself, honestly I wish half the league was as brave as you,” Hans says with a smile, putting a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes looking into yours rather down at your well-framed boobs.

“Well, I guess I’ll go enjoy my two weeks off,” You reply with a smile.

“You’ve only been cleared for one week,” Hans replies a confused look on his face, after all, it wasn’t like you to avoid more training that you could.

“I know, but I think I’ve earned it, besides do you think my replacement tail will be ready in a week,” You reply with a weary smile.

“Ha, Yeah I guess not,” Hans replies shaking his head. “You know you don’t have to have a new tail, you could use this moment to reinvent yourself,” Hans adds.

You thought about it, your recent heroics had earned you some respect and honestly, you could push for a more respectable costume and equipment. However as you walked about in your hospital gown, you couldn’t help but notice the space where your tail had been. It felt as if a part of you was missing.

“I could, but I’ve grown rather attached to it,” You say with a smile before turning and waving to your mentor. “See you in two weeks,”

And now here you were standing before a very excited Molly, a big broad smile on her face at the news of your little vacation and your decision to spend it with her. Two full weeks with you, her very happy and generous audience and the supplies Ms No Capes sent to aid her in the ultimate stream.