Yet another villain with mind control music, but this one has (slightly) less despicable motives (M/FF)

While on the way back to your van, you and Red Balloon are competing to drape yourselves over the stunningly handsome man you've had the fortune of meeting. 'What has gotten into me? I don't want to seem like some kind of a slut or something, regardless of what I said to RB earlier,' you think to yourself. 'But... hey, RB herself, the queen of slut-shaming, is doing the same thing. Clearly she understands that the rules go out the window with someone like this. And besides, Magic Flute here will surely help us find Dr. Rainbow! I can't afford NOT to get on his good side...'

With your acrobatics you manage to leap right up over his shoulders, swinging your entire body horizontally. Taking advantage of his innate reflex, you get Magic Flute to catch you in his arms, one under your back and one under your thighs, allowing you to press yourself up against his rippling chest. He seems amused by your forward gesture. Red Balloon, meanwhile, takes advantage of her weightless floating ability to hang onto him from his shoulder, her legs lifting up above her in the air as she trails along with him like a lovestruck 'Chuck Avery' cartoon character.

The moment you enter, you give a sharp command to the Stormchaser Van's computer systems: "Computer! Deploy the fold-out bed, now!" A line of computer consoles retracts into the wall, and a queen-sized mattress flops down. Magic Flute gently hefts you up and lays you down on it while Red Balloon whispers in his ear about how much she loved his songs. "Listen, I have a lot of money, you know?" she says excitably. "And aaaaaall kinds of people in the media industry are interested in signing me for this and that. I can get you, um, a recording contract or something..."

"Nevermind that!!" you say, sitting up on your knees and pulling on Flute's arm to pull him down on the bed with you. "I am the personally chosen protege of Raven Woman herself! AND Petite Mort! I have both of their full backing. I mean, why do you think I picked a bird theme for my heroine identity?" you brush a hand through your bright, canary yellow dyed hair. "Listen, Flute... Raven Woman runs a little... well, I don't want to use the word 'racket', more of a side hustle really... the point is, she has the authority to pardon superhumans with criminal records and enlist them in the League. Just give me give minutes with her and I can have you a spot in the League of Propriety itself! And, and I can give you a spot on the Weather Watch, too...!"

"Oh," the long-haired hunk on the bed in the goofy-yet-somehow-sexy chest-baring ren faire costume says, "what kind, generous young ladies you both are! But I'm afraid that I can't just leave Goldie high and dry. I owe her a lot for letting me get my start in this city, taking me into her gang like that. Oh, you don't need to feel jealous though. She's just my boss, nothing more to it than that. Goldie is a very charming woman of course, but she's spoken for. Twice over, in fact. And besides, as much as I respect her, she tends to be a bit of a hard-edged ice queen, if you'll forgive the puns. I must prefer to spend time with heroines. The law being between us creates an intriguing kind of frission, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!" Red Balloon nods frantically. You vaguely remember your mission and speak up. "Um... just so you know, we might need to arrest her and those other guys eventually. We are heroines, after all. But, it won't be our top priority or anything. I hope I'm not being too forward if I say we might like to... exchange a favor or two?"

Magic Flute wraps his arms around your and Balloon's waists and pulls your shapely bodies closer to him. Both of you rest your chests against him. He looks quite pleased by the feel of two impressive pairs of tits rubbing against him as you and Red Balloon begin planting kisses all over his neck and cheeks, leaving lipstick smudges all over. Your hand starts creeping towards his belt, but then it runs right into Balloon's hand; she had the same idea. "Hey, get out of the way, you prissy little backbiter!" you hiss at her. She starts to retort but Magic Flute presses fingers to both of your lips at once.

"Ah ha ha ha... well, you know, this is quite a fantasy scenario, isn't it? Of course, when two girls are having a catfight like this, in the fantasy it's usual for them to start reconciling with one another... physically..." He puts his palm against your back, does the same with Red Balloon, and pushes the two of you right up against one another.

Red Balloon is definitely hot, there's no denying that. But she fires the first shot. She rudely puts the heel of her hand in your face, pushing you away. You retaliate by pinching her ear... she bonks you on the forehead with her helmet... and soon the two of you are getting into an uncharacteristically girly (at least for you) slap fight. Magic Flute sighs and puts his hands on your chests to push you back apart. "...well, I see that isn't going to work out just yet. Hmm... Even though she's not really my type... I prefer curvy figures like you ladies... I think that rainbow doctor girl would do wonders for helping you two get along. Tell you what, as soon as you find her, I'll help convince those scary Wonderland mental cases to let her go."

"OH! Thank you. thank you!" you gush effusively, hugging him. "Surely there's some way we can thank you? After all, we're heroines, it wouldn't look good if we didn't encourage selfless acts, especially by misunderstood bad boys who've been unfairly labeled as supervillains."

"Hmmmm..." Magic Flute puts his finger to his chin and gives both of you a squeeze on your hips as you drape yourselves over him. "Well, I do like to be a gentleman when I can, and not overstep my bounds... Do either of you lovely heroines have a boyfriend? Or a husband?"

"Of course I don't, I've been saving myself until the right man comes along," Red Balloon says proudly. "Though just a few hours ago Thunderbird was making plans for a date this friday with another hero..."

"SHUT UP!" you say sharply. "That wasn't a real date plan, that was just... banter! Don't listen, Flute, I'm totally available!"

The gorgeous young man looks pleased. "Oho~ Well, what about a girlfriend? I've heard rumors about Snowflake when she first joined that other team a couple of weeks ago, something about her being on that 'L.G. et cetera' spectrum? Trust me, I'm VERY open minded..."

"Well..." Red Balloon says, "From what I've seen. Snowflake seems to like going after guys, but..." then she shakes her head. "I mean... yes! Snowflake is 'N.B.', they're totally queer! Totally not your type! Not me though, there's nobody between you and meeeeeeeee~"

"Um," you chime in, pursing your lips. "Me and Dr. Rainbow have kind of a figuring-things-out, 20% romantic/80% platonic friends with benefits thing going on. But she won't mind, I promise."

Magic Flute beams. "Well, that's just perfect! If you'll excuse me for just one brief moment, I think I should freshen up a little before we... get comfortable." the way he says that makes you want to swoon, and you can hear Red Balloon coo as she flops down on the bed. "The bathroom in this thing is over here, right?" He gets up and goes there. You clear your throat. "Hey! I trust you but don't be leaving any tracking devices or anything in there! In fact, maybe I better go in there with y-" however, he is already closing the door behind him.

From inside the tiny cramped restroom built into the Stormchaser van, Magic Flute dials up a cell phone. He begins speaking into it in a low voice. Needless to say, you can not only hear everything he's saying, but you can clearly hear the other voice, too. It is that guy you just dropped into the sewer, Fire Season.

"Hey! F-man, how're you doing in there? Got washed away by the sluice, huh?" Flute chuckles arrogantly. "Well, you'll be glad to hear that I've got things WELL in hand. Thunderbird and Red Balloon are really nice girls. It was just your mistake trying to pick a fight with them. You catch more superheroines with honey than... hot sauce, shall we say?"

On the other end of the phone, Fire Season doesn't sound pleased, surrounded as he is by splashing as he treads water. "You goddamn prancing fuckboy, you mean to tell me that you've got both those cunts under your power and you let me get washed away in a LITERAL tide of shit?! Aaaaarggghhh! EVERY FUCKING TIME! How many times do I have to remind you, this is a gang! We do what Goldie says, we steal, we loot, we get paid, and if heroes get in our way, we destroy them! You're supposed to be doing a job right now, not abusing the situation to try and get laid!"

"Oh," Magic Flute says in a debonair tone that makes a damp spot start spreading in the crotch of your yellow costume, "I never 'try'. Besides, I never go out of my way to be selfish, I'm always trying to help you get some 'hot action' of the less psychopathic variety, Fizzle-Sizzle. It's not my fault you always find a way to sabotage it. But never mind. I *am* doing a job right now. Green Streak can't run from Goldie forever, eventually he's going to have to meet with her and Gyro and hear them out. And if I have to keep these two voluptuous, achingly beautiful superheroines occupied in bed for an entire day, or even two, well, I'll find a way to soldier through it. I would invite you to come help share the burden, but, as you said, you're covered in sewage-water right now, so it's best you sit this one out." he laughs. "Well... here's how you can make yourself useful. Find something, anything, about the Wondies, and they'll chase off after Bunny instead of needing to give you another humiliating beating."

"Grrrrr... It'd serve you right if I came right back there and turned both of those cunts into kindling..." the guy on the phone growls darkly.

"No need for that. Here, let's compromise. I promise that I'll do something potentially harmful to at least one of the girls, okay? After all, without Goldie around setting limitations, this is my chance to let my inhibitions run wild. Ah, they're probably getting impatient in there. Catch up with you later." Magic Flute says cutely before hanging up.

Maybe... Magic Flute didn't realize you could easily listen in to his conversation like that? Keep you occupied? Do something harmful? Ahhh... there's nothing to worry about. He's just saying that to keep Fire Season from coming for payback. He's such a sweet guy, Flute is just thinking of your well-being! And it's sounding like he means he's going to... that he really does intend to... a flutter rises in your stomach and you can't help but start rubbing your finger against the exposed cleft of your crotch.

Magic Flute comes out and strikes a dramatic pose as he begins to pull off his colorful bright green costume. "Didn't miss me for too long, I hope! Now, what do you say... instead of a solo performance, how about I make this next song a trio? You see, my moniker isn't just because I carry a woodwind instrument with supernatural properties. It also refers to something else..." Now topless, he comes up to the bed and thrusts out his hips. Without needing to be told, you and Red Ballon both grab the hem of his green pantaloons and tug them down around his ankles with reckless abandon.

"Hey," you say, elbowing the heroine next to you on the bed, "Red Balloon, make yourself useful and go check if there are any condoms in the glovebox, would you? I'm fresh out of Mort's little devices."

"Ooooh," Magic Flute clicks his tongue as he's resting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you both closer to his bulging boxer briefs. "You're such a responsible and to-the-point woman, Thunderbird! Ideal qualities in a team leader. But I'm afraid I, uh, have a latex allergy. So we'll just have to make do."

"Ah!" you gasp. "Oh I'm so sorry, that was really thoughtless of me to suggest, Flute. We'll make it work, I'm sure."

"Oh no!" Red Balloon gasps. "My entire outfit is made out of latex! Are you okay?! I feel just awful now!"

Flute's eyes pop out but he just laughs it off awkwardly. "Oh, well, uh, of course I was breaking out a little. Ahem, ahem." He coughs a little for effect. "I gave myself a shot with my epi-pen in the bathroom, that's why I was taking so long. I just didn't want you to worry. Of course, it'll be much safer if you strip out of your costume, Red Balloon..."

You are tossing the eyepiece part of your costume aside, the mask part having already been tossed aside so you could kiss him. You pull Magic Flute roughly down onto the bed and start climbing on top of him, grinding your crotch against the hard lump poking through his underwear. "Yeah, you do that R.B., go ahead and take your time, no rush!"