The Legion of Super-Hotties

Newt ducked inside the doorway, peering out to look back and forth down the dingy alley. Once again, he pulled down the hood of his cloak to cover his face as much as possible. There weren't many people on this planet with green skin and blonde hair, making him stand out immediately. Bracing himself, he dashed out of the doorway into the puddle-filled alley.

A soft hum caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. The hovercycle swooped down with astonishing speed, and its driver hopped off it, landing on her feet in a slick, well-practiced move. Even before her feet hit the ground, the attractive redhead had raised her disrupter in the air, pointed at Newt.

"Stand down, traitor," ordered the woman, who wore a skin-tight back and purple uniform.

"Wait, Caterina, this is all some misunderstanding," Newt quickly pleaded before Caterina Quill could fire her weapon.

"Caterina? I'm Science Police Officer Erin; Shvaughn Erin. Your brain must be really addled," the sexy redhead explained while slowly shaking her head. Newt nodded as he recalled that Cat was a bottle blonde, not a redhead. "And this is not some misunderstanding; you violated Section 2345-55.9 of the United Planets Code. Now stay right there and keep your hands where I can see them. Your old friends will be here momentarily to deal with you."

Newt slowly and slyly shifted his forefinger and thumb down to the clear electronic pad on his palm. Once activated, a mini-object snapped down from its holster on his forearm and into his hand in less than a second. "I'm really sorry about this; the effect will only last twenty minutes," he apologized at the same time he shot the redhead with his own creation: the Giantess Ray.

Caterina--Shvaughn--screeched out in shock as her whole body started to tingle. Ripping sounds rang out all over her figure as her uniform and undergarments tore away from her ever-expanding body. In barely a minute, the redhead's mass had expanded until she had become a very naked 50-foot woman. Newt stared in awe at her massive tits and the now giant tuft of hair that revealed her to be a real redhead.

Taking advantage of her disorientation, Newt fled down the alley, leaving behind the crashing, breaking sounds of the newly minted giant's arms wreaking havoc on the buildings. If my calculations are correct, it should be only seven more turns until I reach the spaceport. Racing around another corner, he screeched to a halt.

Peyton Tarver stood with her hands on her waist. The sleek, leggy brunette wore a skimpy yellow costume, one with a plunging front that offered a generous exposure of her cleavage. Newt's angel had two white wings sprouting out of her back, and he realized a darker shade of hair than usual. Behind the elder Tarver were two other girls flanked on each side: Beyza Baris and Olena Olesky.

"Excellent tracking skills as always, Dawnstar," complimented Beyza to Peyton. The sexy Mediterranean girl was decked out in a tight purple minidress that barely reached the middle of her thighs. The outfit also featured a matching orange belt and cape.

"Thank you, Triplicate Girl," Peyton replied back to Beyza, without breaking eye contact with Newt. "Now, you stay right there. I've always liked you, so I don't want to hurt you."

"Hold on, Dawnstar," Olena broke into the conversation, as she appeared to be listening to another conversation in her ear. The white-haired girl wore an outfit that rivaled Peyton's for sexy, skimpiness. The costume was red, with gold accents, and offered a very blatant view of a cleavage much more substantial than Newt remembered Olena having. A flowing red cape and knee-high red boots finished out the stylish look.

"What is it, Princess Projectra?" an impatient Peyton demanded.

"The Science Police already engaged contact with the suspect. He attacked them with an unknown weapon," Olena relayed. "Take him down now!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have done that. Don't try anything while we place you under custody. Ready girls?" the older Legionnaire asked as she began to float in the air. Behind her, Olena moved into a fighting stance. Beyza concentrated for a moment, and two copies of her split off of her body. All three Beyzas also spread out into ready postures.

Shocked by the three girls' sexy outfits, Newt hadn't even come up with an escape plan until now. He tried to move his arm down to his utility belt secretly but was knocked forcefully aside and against the wall by an unseen punch. Startled, he hurriedly scanned the scene to see who had hit him. Maybe the person is invisible...wait...her?

Seemingly growing out of nowhere, a tiny brunette popped up next to Newt. Standing in front of him in a green and black minidress was Paige Noble, the only girl Newt had ever gone out on a date. Damn, who knew Paige had some nice legs for such a short girl.

"Shrinking Violet, what are you doing?" questioned Peyton.

"He was going for a weapon!" Paige yelled back. She then looked down at Newt lying on the ground and shook her head at him. "How could you betray us? I actually liked you."

Before Newt could answer, he was startled further by a dark-haired girl walking out of the wall on his other side. This new arrival wore a skin-tight white costume with a large keyhole on its chest, revealing another generous portion of cleavage. Her hair also had been darkened.

"Dammit, Phantom Girl, you and Shrinking Violet were supposed to stay hidden as backup," complained Peyton.

Phantom Girl, aka Aurora Rusk, issued a fiery response, "I know what I'm doing! The traitor was reaching for a weapon on his belt."

Newt raised his hands nowhere near his belt; as a sign, he wasn't going to cause any trouble. While the girls were distracted momentarily by the arguing, he quickly slid his hand into his chest pocket, reaching for another of his inventions. As all the girls noticed what he had done, he flipped the sensor to the female-only setting and threw the device at the ground.

"Sorry about this. I really don't want to hurt anyone," Newt apologized for the second time today, as the Orgasm Bomb exploded.

Immediately all the girls cried out as their first orgasm hit.

Standing up, Newt definitely felt his cock hardening at the sight of five hot girls wailing as a second orgasm hit. He wished he could stay and watch, but he needed to get out of there before any more Legionnaires arrived. Aurora appeared to be trying to phase her arm into her pussy, to help cum or stop from cumming, Newt didn't really know, but it looked hot. Paige shrunk down in size before enlarging. The pattern seemed to continue with each orgasm she suffered or enjoyed.

"Wh-what--ugh--did you do?" moaned out Peyton as Newt ran past her. Her hands clawing at her breasts, now released from their minimal confinement.

"It will only last for twenty cums. Have a good time," Newt joked with a grin as he stopped next to his best friend's sister.

Glancing around, Newt admired the sight of three Beyzas all writhing in pleasure next to each other. The three Beyzas, really all one person, were trying to help each other with their hands and tongues roaming over their copy's body. Olena's power was going haywire, with illusions of her sexual desires appearing and disappearing. He noted with surprise some of the men AND women that Olena fantasized about. Newt then resumed his run, the keening of the five girls filling his head with fantasies as he left them behind.

Only two more turns to go. Almost th-- Newt thought in relief until he groaned and stopped. Stepping out of a doorway was a gorgeous woman with large, firm breasts. She wore a costume that could best be described as a silver one-piece swimsuit. Lana Stratton strutted out into the middle of the alley in her matching silver boots.

"I told you I dreamed we would find him here," Lana smirked up and past Newt to a girl floating down out of the sky.

"Sister, I told you my spell said the same thing," Lacey Stratton answered haughtily. The younger Stratton wore a strapless white dress that flowed behind her as she finished floating down to the ground.

"Well, my dream also showed him defeating the other girls. Did your spell show you that too? I think not," the elder Stratton snobbishly shot back. Normally both of the Stratton sisters were redheads, but for some reason, here at this moment, they both had white hair.

"Whatever," Lacey sighed angrily.

"Now, traitor, you might have defeated the others, but you're no match for Dream Girl and White Witch," Lana bellowed in her supervillain voice, which seemed odd to Newt since she's supposed to be a superhero.

"I don't have time for this," muttered the fleeing teenager. Newt was running out of non-lethal weapons, but the one that suddenly appeared in his hand would have to do, even if it created an awkward situation afterward.

The Nymphizer 3000 blasted Lana and then Lacey. The effects were immediate, and Newt wished he had set it on the bi-setting, but he didn't have time to enjoy the two sisters. Instead, his invention had been dialed to the lesbian only setting, so Lana shoved Newt out the way to wildly make out with her little sister. Newt watched Lacey's dress get pulled down, freeing her perky tits, one that her sister swooped down on to start licking and sucking. The younger white-haired girl clutched her sister's head to her bosom, moaning in pleasure. She then muttered an incantation, and Lana's--Dream Girl's-- clothes vanished.

Lacey shoved her older sister back onto the ground. "You ever dream of this?"

"Never! Oh, gawd. Yes! Lick my pussy, sis!" Lana wailed out

Lacey used her hands to strip out of her dress, her tongue never breaking contact with the pussy under her. Once full naked herself, she swung her body around, presenting her wet cunt to her older sibling. Without a second thought, Lana dove down and tasted the sweet nectar of ****.

Fuck! Why can't I stay for this? Newt whined in his head at the sight of the two sisters 69ing in the middle of the alley. Reluctantly, he turned away with Herculean effort and raced to the spaceport, his erection making it challenging to run.

Finally, after considerable effort and numerous sexy superheroes, Newt reached the spaceport and slipped inside. Looking around, he desperately tried to find a ship to steal. It needed to be a fast ship, and one with robust defensive capabilities. He didn't want to hurt anyone, so he would need to outrun them to freedom. Ah, that will do nicely, Newt decided upon seeing a scout ship across the hanger. He dashed to the ship but had to once again screech to a halt.

Three girls walked around the cargo ship that had concealed them to confront the fleeing suspect. In the middle, Ramsey Swift wore a costume that had pink arms and a pink skirt, with a strip of white down the middle of the top, a logo of the planet Saturn centered on her chest. Newt admired the bare legs below her skirt while she began to speak.

"Brainiac 5, you are under arrest for violating Section--oh my god! Don't think about me like that!" Ramsey snapped out, trying to cover her legs with her hands, after being disgusted by thoughts she read in his mind about him.

"Please, Saturn Girl, calm down. I'm sure this all just a misunderstanding. Brainy would never betray his teammates in the Legion of Super-Heroes," JoJo Gibble spoke up in support of her friend. JoJo's costume consisted of a light-blue top and boots, with white pants and a pair of white lightning bolts that traveled from her neck to her chest, framing an impressive showing of her cleavage. "Let's just hear his side of the story."

"His side of the story? Haha. You might be gullible, Light Lass, but I'm not. I warned him not to violate the code, and he did," Whitney Diamond retorted. The bossy girl wore maybe the skimpiest costume of all the girls Newt encountered that day. She had a deep, dark blue outfit that hugged her every curve. It featured a high collar and cape of the same color. Her magnificent breasts peaked out both from above and below her chest. A large diamond cutout in her costume showed off her light-blue skin from her underbust to below her belly button. A yellow clasp shaped in the letter S strained in between her breasts to hold the two sides of her costume together. "We care little for his excuses. He broke the girl code by divulging private information about Saturn Girl to a boy!"

"Shadow Lass, we need to hear his story first before we judge him guilty," whined JoJo. Newt seeing his last chance at freedom, began to tell his side of the story.

"It's not what you think. Ramsey--I mean Saturn Girl--my friend has had a crush on you for years. I couldn't stand by and not warn him about your new feelings for another boy," Newt desperately explained while mentally going over the contents of his utility belt. "You two would be great together if you would give him a chance."

"I care nothing for Invisible Kid's crush. I'm with Ultra Boy now! He's more manly, with those oh so nice muscles, and he's got a big cock," Ramsey replied dismissively.

"He was just trying to help love blossom," argued JoJo.

"Love? You should see the thoughts of lust in his brain. About us, you, and all our other teammates he's used his devices on already," shot down Ramsey. "You know your duty, Light Lass. Now do it."

Newt nearly reached his last invention, but he suddenly lost his footing as he began to float in the air. It took him several seconds to realize Light Lass had activated her powers on him. Well, at least she doesn't have her lightning powers. Newt tried to use his Legion flight ring to help right himself, but darkness enveloped him as Shadow Lass struck, placing him in one of her darkfields. His head throbbed in massive pain as he realized Saturn Girl was trying to shut his brain down temporarily with her telepathic powers.

Desperately, Newt tried to calculate a way out of his predicament. Maybe if I can reach my **** field belt...can't do it. She's stopping my brain from sending the message to my arms. I'm done for.

Suddenly, flashes of green light began to penetrate the darkfield before the darkness wholly dissipated.

"Unhand him, you meddling do-gooders!" screamed Skye Willows. The gorgeous model wore a light-green bustier that ended in a tiny skirt at her waist, clearly visible with black panties. Matching light-green gloves that came up to her elbows, dark-green boots that came up to her mid-thighs, and a dark-green cape rounded out the costume. Skye's hair was dyed the same light-green as her bustier. Over her shoulder and behind her hovered a giant white eyeball with a green iris.

"Emerald Empress! How dare you? You have no right to be here!" screeched Ramsey, before a blast from the giant eyeball stunned her.

"I'm here for a tasty treat," mocked Skye before JoJo was blasted **** too. "I just need to warm it up."

"Fuck. You. Slut," Whitney heaved out. Green light and darkness met together in a battle of superpowers. The contest of wills went back and forth. "Finish me! Or I'll make you pay later!"

Skye looked over in desperation at Newt. "Come with me, Brainiac 5. Cum with me, and we can rule the universe. Cum with me!"

"Gawd! Almost...there...almost...there," Whitney chanted as she intensified her renewed attack.

"Hurry, Brainiac. Hurry, Newt, you must cum," pleaded Skye.

"Riiggghhhhtttt theeerrree! Yeeeesssss!" Whitney howled into the web of darkness that enveloped her, Skye, and Newt.

Newt woke with a start. Confused, he lay on the couch, panting at the surreal dream he had been having. Groggily, his arm hit the side of the sofa, confusing him even more. Where am I? Looking around, he noticed he was in a room with high ceilings and a fireplace. Oh, that's right. I'm at Whitney's cabin. I must have fallen--what?

"Did you cum too?"

"Just a little one."

Newt heard the voices of women, but his mind still struggled in its half-awakened state to fully comprehend what he heard.

"Get that cute little butt over here. It's time for my meal." He heard a girl say to someone else.

Struggling, he managed to climb to his knees on the couch and look around the room in all directions.

"Tease me, huh? Let's see how you like this," he heard a voice that sounded like Whitney's say. A loud wail cried out. "I'm going to make you cum hard and fast, slut."

Peering around the giant Christmas tree behind the middle couch he kneeled on; Newt almost stopped breathing.

Lying on the dining room table was Skye, moving down and in between her legs was Whitney. Both girls were naked and covered in sweat.

Newt watched in awe as Skye's body thrashed all over the table, as he assumed Whitney was licking her pussy. Suddenly, Whitney stopped, raised her head slowly, and looked over toward Newt, their eyes meeting.