Ultragirl

The mess hall and canteen look very much like a copy-paste military getup, but you're glad to see Rachel and Foxgloves already at a table with Woodpecker, talking animatedly.

"You've got half an hour for lunch, training starts at 2," explains Jemma, ahead of you in the queue. "I'll be assessing and helping you develop your mutant abilities for a couple of hours, and then Larry will do a group session on hand-to-hand combat."

"I look forward to it," you reply politely. You can only imagine how this buxom blonde is going to test your pheromones for two hours. Having both picked up your food, Jemma peels off to eat with some of the other trainers, and you take a seat next to Rachel.

"Hi guys," you greet them.

"Hey - er, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}," says Woodpecker. "Say, can we call you something shorter? Like, 'Alpha'? Maybe just 'A'? 'A-{if Futa==true}girl{else}man{endif}'?"

You glance left and right, then lean in a little bit. "Hey, if we all agree to not go blabbing, we can tell each other our real names. This comic-book thing seems unnecessary, especially if we're going to be working together."

The others glance at one another. "I think it's kind of stupid too," agrees Foxgloves. "My name's actually Carly."

"Ben," nods Woodpecker.

"Rachel."

"I'm {if Futa==true}Mikaela{else}Michael{endif}," you round off. "Feels a lot better to know you guys properly."

"Yeah, but we've still got to keep these masks on the whole time," sighs Rachel.

"I don't even have one," points out Carly. You realise she's right - it didn't register the first time, but her pastel-green cheekbones, nose, forehead - are all uncovered. "It's not like I have much of a shot at a 'secret identity'."

"Then why bother with calling yourself Foxgloves?" you ask.

"I dunno," she says through a full mouth, then swallows. "The government wants me to. I know the 'codenames' are a bit corny, but Foxgloves is pretty dope, as they go. You know they're already planning a huge media push to promote us?"

"What? But we haven't done anything yet!" splutters Woodpecker. You've almost forgotten his name already. It was Ben, right?

"Yeah, they probably want to ride us all the way to re-election," scowls Carly. "We don't even know what we're meant to do, and already they're planning how to profit off us. Where do you think the money for this place came from, after all?"

You nod along to her rant, tucking into your mediocre lasagne. As you eat, you start as you feel something cold and soft touch your {if Futa==true}thigh{else}knee{endif}. Glancing beneath the table, you see it's one of Foxglove's vines, slowly feeling its way up your leg. You look up at the raven-haired girl, who lazily glances at you, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. None of you talk for a couple of minutes, though Ben does finish and go back for a second dessert. All the while, this tendril curls around your thigh, inching its way closer to your crotch.

"Uh-oh, bitch alert," says Carly eventually, her tendril retracting moments before contact. You look up from your food, trying to see who she's talking about.

"Oh no, not her again!" Woodpecker buries his head in his hands. You don't say anything, still confused. Ben leans forward. "The freaking blonde Amazon{if@ Futa==false}, dude{endif}!"

Now you see her. You don't know how you missed her, to be honest. Tanned, six-foot four, long beach-blonde hair framing a flawless visage. Her gold-and-white suit shows off all of her toned thighs, and nicely outlines her round butt and e-cup breasts.

"Sorry guys, gotta go," smirks Carly, slipping off her seat. "You guys have fun with the ultra-bitch!"

"I'm going too," chimes in Ben, then looks back to his tray. "Damn, I've still got half my pie left! Fine, I'll stay."

"What's her deal, exactly?" you ask, eyes still drawn to the girl's voluptuous curves.{if Futa==true} Despite the beauty of the many girl's you've met today, hers has come the closest to matching your futanari perfection.{endif}

"Ultragirl?" replies Rachel. "She's the strongest of us, can probably lift two train engines. And she's literally indestructable, and can fly."

"So... superiority complex?" you guess with a smile.

"You should work some of your magic, get into her pants," Rachel nudges you, grinning. "Maybe you'll be able to pull that stick out her ass."

"Stick? More like telephone pole - hhhhhey, ultra-G!" Ben gives a **** smile as the blonde arrives.

"It's Ultragirl," she corrects him, taking Carly's seat, only to stand right back up again. "Ugh, why is this seat sticky? It's got, like, sap or something on it."

As she moves to another seat, you introduce yourself. "I'm Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}, just arrived."

"Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}, huh?" Ultragirl seems to be about to make some snarky remark, but as she looks at you, she holds her tongue. "Welcome to the team."

"Thanks. So, you can fly, right?" you ask. "What's it like?"

Rachel taps your shoulder jokily. "Hey, you know I can fly too, right?"

"Yes, but not as fast or as high as me," sniffs Ultragirl. "But really, Alpha {if Futa==true}Woman{else}Man{endif}, these abilities aren't toys, for us to enjoy. They're responsibilities."

"Speak for yourself," mutters Woodpecker, stuffing his face with food as fast as possible.

Ultragirl casts him an irritated glance, then resumes her monologue. "We have a unique opportunity to make a real difference in the world. To make it a better place. I know some of us are treating this like one big game, but I'm taking it seriously, and I won't apologise for it." She starts eating her meal with equal determination, her back completely straight as she stares straight ahead into thin air.

"Okay, goodbye," says Ben, hurriedly departing, his mouth still covered in crumbs.

Rachel exhales, then turns to the Amazonian babe. "Thing is, Ultragirl, you just don't know how to have fun."

"I - well, of course I know how to have fun, I just -"

"If you can't enjoy yourself during your time off, you're going to be less effective when you're doing your job," continues Rachel. "And I don't think you're actually capable of having a good time." She leans towards you and drapes an arm around the back of your shoulders for emphasis.

Ultragirl looks like she's been caught off guard, and that in turn has caught her off guard. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to think of a retort, but comes up short.{if@ Futa==false} "Wait until we're settled in, and have an evening free," she says eventually. "Then I'll show you how much fun I can be." That last part she seems to direct at you.{endif}