The watchful gaze of an unseen woman

Your escapades in the shower put you down hard. The mixture of hitting your head and straining your quirk that way had left you bedridden and under the care of the girl who was at the root of all of the morning's suffering. It wasn't so bad, though, lying around under your sheets while she watched over you... as long as you ignored the fact that you were still naked under said sheets. It was still unfortunate timing, mostly because you knew the Monitors could attack at any moment. You felt too addled to possibly fight one like you had the in the train earlier.

"A-Are you sure you don't need to go to a hospital or something?" Invisible Girl questioned, as she swapped out the icepack on your forehead.

"It's no big deal. I'm sure hero students don't let themselves get sidelined by shit like this," you snapped back, irritated at the embarrassing situation you now found yourself in.

"Ha ha! Well... we had Recovery Girl to fix stuff like that!" the former student admitted; you weren't in to the hero scene enough to know that one, but her name made it sound like she was tasked with the job of healing students after their in-training fuckups. "Well, if you're sure you're okay, I won't worry about it. There's still a problem, though!" To emphasize her point, she stood up then moved somewhere in the room... It was hard to track without being able to see any piece of her body. The door of your humble mini-fridge suddenly swung open, revealing the contents inside, or rather, the lack thereof. "I thought that oatmeal was bad, but sheesh! What were you planning to do for lunch?!"

You had no defense, other than that you weren't expecting company.

"Well, I'm going to go out and get you groceries. It's the least I can do to make up for the trouble!" Invisible Girl half-offered, half demanded. "We can worry about the Monitors after we've gotten you back on your feet. Heroism runs on its stomach!"

"Woah woah, hold up. You're the one who has to worry about the Monitors right now. You aren't afraid they're going to attack you out in public on your own, now that you've made the very top of their shitlist?" you grumbled.

"Hey, I'm hard to track! Unless they've got people stationed at the checkout counters, they're not going to be able to follow me!" she giggled in response, as she stood up and headed towards the door. "Just lie there and get over that headache! By the time you wake back up, I'll be back with what could be the first real meal you've eaten in your life, by the looks of this place!"

That didn't actually sound so bad. You heeded her advice and lay back against the pillow, gritting your teeth against the pounding of your forehead.

The creaking of your apartment door woke you up far sooner than you'd expected to stir, given that Invisible Girl had a whole grocery trip ahead of her. You'd expected she'd take a moment to drop off the groceries by your sorry excuse for a kitchen, which was really more like a sink and a hot plate, but you could tell from the sounds of footsteps that she was approaching your bed instead.

"Does she think I'm asleep?" you asked, half-pretending to be just to try to catch some extra rest. Another part of you, of course, was curious to see what she would do when she thought you weren't watching. She had seem extra horny this morning and it seemed like things had cut off at the good part. Was she going to try something else? You really weren't in the mood for it yet...

Well, you thought you weren't, but your dick was standing up against the cover, creating an annoying protrusion that you couldn't hide without shifting your arms.

That suspicious hill in your thin blanket didn't escape her eyes, either. With surprising carelessness, the unseen woman lifted the covers off of you with a swoosh of fabric, revealing your naked body to the open air. The only thing missing now was her giggling laughter, at how damn stupid you'd look, lying flat on your back with a boner pointed towards the ceiling. "Ha ha-- a laugh riot," you grumbled sarcastically, wearing a frown that you thought would probably finally get a laugh out of her rather than deterring her.

Oddly, she still didn't speak. As you watched, the colors in the air seemed to shimmer. "She ain't actually as invisible as she usually is. Is it rude to tell Invisible Girl she ain't that invisible?" you thought to yourself, clicking your teeth. This silent routine was getting creepy...

You suspected that she thought she was being sexy rather than scary and that hunch seemed to be confirmed when you felt something wrap around your twitching shaft, surprisingly tight. At first, you thought it was her fingers. What else could it be, from this angle? The texture was all wrong, though... Far from a latex glove texture or the smooth, bare skin you'd felt this morning, it seemed wet and squishy. There was no way she actually pushed it up into her pussy, right? Just like that?

It didn't add up. That stupid shimmer in the air was still right in front of your bed-frame.

Slowly, the air began to shift into the shape of a visible figure-- a woman wearing a gaudy, maroon-colored blazer and skirt combo became visible. Whereas the other guy had been cursed with the whole head of an iguana, she was at least gifted with a mostly human appearance, aside from her face. Her body wasn't bad at all, but her face was... pretty unfortunate. Her eyes stared in two different directions with an odd, multi-ringed yellow and black coloration, and a huge smile spread across her face, all shadowed by matted black hair, dotted here and there with spines sticking out from the skull. From out of that gaping mouth, a long, pink tongue rolled, reaching all the way from her lips to your cock. It looked a bit like the quirk of that other UA graduate, the frog one, but much more grotesque in practice.

Your eyes darted down in terror to the woman's tongue as it gripped your penis harder. A low laughter began to rise from her throat as you held in a shout of mixed anger and terror, at the invasion of this unknown member of the Monitors. For once, you were happy that your fire powered up with arousal; your dick hadn't gone limp yet and you thought you had plenty of power stored up. Although your head was still hurting from earlier, you thought it'd be an easy task to set the girl on fire and drive her off. You weren't worried about anything in your apartment-- survival was all that mattered!

Things went from bad to worse when suddenly, a viscous, clear liquid began to ooze out from the corners of her mouth, rushing down her tongue like a slide. She gurgled to spit up more of it onto you, quickly coating you in amazingly dense, cool liquid with a pungent scent to it.

You grit your teeth hard as you realized what this meant-- her quirk was perfectly suited to fight against your fire quirk! Damp and dripping like this, you felt your fire stick in your throat.

"He he he he... We picked the right tool for the job, huh? The Monitors have more resources than that peanut brain of yours could have predicted," the woman chuckled, running her tongue all across your body a few more times before retracting it inside of her mouth. "I figured it all out when I was listening in to you two earlier. Kinda stupid that Invisible Girl isn't used to dealing with a foe in camouflage! My quirk, Chameleonation, gives me the abilities of a chameleon... I snuck in, gathered intel, snuck back out, and waited for the right moment to infiltrate."

"You sound really fuckin' proud of yourself, but don't think I won't beat your ass just because you're a woman. Shit's shit," you informed her, sitting up and ignoring the pain in your head. Your body felt worse than you imagined... It wasn't just the fire that was being affected by all this dripping saliva.

"He he he he! It's all over you... Your body's weighed down with my spit," the Monitor explained, grinning widely and wrapping her tongue around one of your leg. "Now, to drag you off somewhere where you'll make the perfect hostage. We're going to show Invisible Girl what happens when you mess with our family!"

In the end, you found yourself making problems for Invisible Girl that she wouldn't have had to deal with if she'd worked alone. You'd expected you'd end up saving Invisible Girl, not the other way around.

That is, assuming she actually had what it took to rescue you from this. The only saving grace was that it sounded like they weren't going to kill you, since they needed you to lure in their real target: the government assigned hero charged with breaking up their crime ring.