You and Snowflake collect the device and track down the location of Dr. Rainbow but not fast enough.

Making your decision, you wait until you're sure your new teammate isn't looking and insert one of the tiny chrome capsules into yourself. Alas, you are used to wearing a thong, an the short-shorts combined with your new leotard make the process awkward and time consuming. While Snowflake is still staring at the rabbit disaster, you hear a squeaky grunt of disgust from out of your field of vision. The sight of Red Balloon standing there giving you a glare of pure disdain makes you grit your teeth even as your cunt reflexively clenches around the two fingers you have inside yourself up to the knuckle. At least she doesn't say anything.

"Oooooh, so after making suuuch a big to do about how we needed to go rescue the Doctor first, yooooou didn't do her any good. But it's okay, Thunderbird, I'm sure you had good intentions and tried your hardest." The overly-endowed girl in the red helmet and latex bodysuit says, her tone dripping with sugary malice. Your eyebrow twitches.

This time, Snowflake comes to your defense. "Hey, it's not like you were any help. Thunderbird at least noticed Hot Cross Bunny dumping rabbits on everyone. I have nothing but respect for Mood Ring... up until she joined last year the Big 7 was even more lacking in diversity and inclusivity than it already is, and she deserves a lot of recognition for subverting the stereotype that superheroines only exist to gratify the hegemonic cis-het male sexuality..."

Without even thinking you super-whisper to Red Balloon so that Snowflake can't hear you: "...'they' say as 'they' have the cum of some super-jock they've known for less than an hour dripping out of their pussy..."

Balloon makes a disgusted face at you, but then frowns more deeply at Snowflake, who continues speaking: "...anyway, the point is that for all of her virtues Mood Ring messed up. She reported that she'd had a major supervillain captured before Thunderbird even got there, and she let her out of the restraints she was in. Now both she and Griff... oh, and Dr. Rainbow I guess, have been teleported away by Doormouse. You picked the wrong time to go following magic breadcrumbs."

Suddenly looking very defensive, Balloon crosses her arms over her the bouyant latex-clad globes on her chest. "Uhhh~!" she huffs. "You're accusing me, and one of the Big 7, of unprofessionalism? The both of you aaaabsolutely reek of 'unprofessionalism'," she makes air quotes and then, in case the point was too subtle, makes a rude gesture by making a suggestive 'in and out' gesture with her index finger. Snowflake blushes again and clears her throat but doesn't say anything.

Your finely tuned hearing picks up something directly above you... the sound of someone else in the league or the enemy gang doing just what Balloon is getting at. "Snowflake," you say, "make us a stairway or something to get me up to that ceiling. We need to get to the surface as fast as possible without going past Queen of Hearts, she's way out of our weight category. Sure enough, with visible effort the querulous cryokinetic forms a stairway ramp out of packed snow, which you leap up on. Focusing your voice through the amplifier glove on your right hand, you deliver a powerful uppercut to the reinforced concrete ceiling and smash a hole right through it. Beckoning Snowflake, the tall white-haired woman walks up, and you give her a boost to help her climb up the hole... giving you a very close look at her long legs, fit abdomen and skimpy bodysuit as you help her up. You feel a heat growing in your cheeks as well. Between just having had deeply confusing nonconsensual sex with a supervillain who looked identical to your partner except with the addition of a penis, and having watched Snowflake passionately fucking her ally, you have to bite down on a whimper of uncomfortable, conflicted arousal when your face ends up rubbing between her smooth caramel thighs as you lift her. Red Balloon simply levitates her way up through the hole, refusing eye contact with you... and as soon as she's up, you hear a shrill exclamation of disgust from her and a surprised male yelp.

One acrobatic standing high jump later you're up in the very same security checkpoint you passed through before this disaster. A box van for "Alice's Cakes" - no doubt a villain transport - has rammed through the security gate, and a dozen "pawn" henchmen are laying on the ground battered and mauled, some with bloody claw marks through their white armor. There's also a buff, shirtless black man in tight pants and disconnected formal cuffs laying **** on the floor, with a prominent horn protruding from his forehead.

None of that is what made Balloon gasp, though. There on one of the desks that is normally manned by security guards are a nude couple engaging in the sort of activity that has gotten ASPIC and other guardians of public morality after the League so often. You don't recognize the lean, wiry man with a thin moustache and a black domino mask - the only item of clothing he's wearing - but the similarly nude woman spread laying spread-eagled on the table, wrapping her legs around his waist and massaging her own small breasts, is all too familiar to you by this point. Beast Beauty. The athletic, dark-skinned superheroine (and you do use that term very loosely) has her head hanging back off the edge of the table so she sees you three upside down. Her short, stylish hairstyle with a long fringe on one side of her face allows only one of her slitted, yellow, cat-like eyes to see you.

"Ahhh.... mrrrr.... come on Maestro, don't stop the music, I'm like half way there!" she kicks one of her heels against the small of her lover's back. "It's cool, Thunderbird is, like, my third best friend after Green Streak and Raven Woman. She won't tell your girlfriend." She sinuously rolls partway onto her side, facing towards you, so that the three of you can watch her perky b-cup breasts bouncing and see his cock sliding into her. One of the common cosmetics used by heroines in the League was a spray that allowed one to just wipe away body hair in less than a minute, so practically all heroines these days were sporting a smooth, hairless pussy. Perhaps it is unsurprising that Beast Beauty prefers to go 'au naturale' down there. Judging by how forcefully the male hero is pumping her, he doesn't mind in the slightest.

You sigh. Part of you wants to chide this guy, whatever his name is, for not having the common dignity to feel embarrassed getting caught screwing a completely bug-fuck crazy disgrace to the name 'superheroine' like her. But there'd be no point, that's just how guys are. Most men probably wouldn't hesitate to drop a load in Queen of Hearts knowing full well that she's a serial killer terrorist before the blood of her latest victim was even dry. 'Is the woman hot' is the only consideration for them. And more practically, you don't want Beast Beauty bringing up some of the... less than morally upstanding fellows that you yourself have fucked raw over the past month or so. "Hi Beauty. Well, you were right about Photobomber, I guess. Think you and your not-boyfriend can take a rain check? Me and the Weather Watch need to get to the evac point and meet up with Petite Mort as quick as lightning."

As soon as the words leave your mouth you cringe a little. You are doing your best to transition from bird-related banter to storm-related but it isn't easy, and you're having to resort to some lines even more corny than usual.

"Nooo, no, I can't, AHHH, do that! This is the reward all true studly heroes deserve, you know?" Beauty says, bucking her butt against his hips in time with his thrusts. By the sound of it she's more concerned with reaching her own climax. You still wonder what fucked-up circumstances led to her being like this. You are leaning more and more towards thinking that she acts the way she does and professes the beliefs she does primarily to get a rise out of people, so you are making a point not to engage her weird philosophy.

Of course, your younger teammates don't have that experience with her. "WHAT are you DOING?! Reward? Spreading your legs like a cheap whore for someone to do his JOB? Put your clothes on or, or I'm teeeeeelling Maiden Americaaaaa!" Red Balloon squeaks at Beauty in her most agonizing tone of voice yet.

"But he could have run away and left me to be dragged away by those bad dudes like, y'know, a helpless damsel, to be broken as their latest merchandise. But he bravely stood and fought. You should have seen it, it was SO fucking alpha, I just had to have that manly cock filling me up!" Beast Beauty gasps breathlessly, reaching down to flick her clit rapidly.

Her words seem to have made 'Maestro' slacken his pace though, leaning against Beauty and resting his hands on her lithe, supple body. "But... uhh... baby, you had already thrashed practically all those goons by the time I got here, all I did was knock out the one guy trying to run aw-OUCH!" He gasps in surprise as, with little warning, Beauty swipes her hand over his chest, leaving a line of painful, bloody scratches.

"Dude!!! Double-u tee eff? You're SUPPOSED to take all of the credit, the girls are just there to serve and support you, remember?? You're supposed to be TAKING MY pussy, not BEING A pussy!"

You sigh. "Snowflake," you say in a low voice, "you know, maybe you're onto something with this whole gender neutrality thing." For her part, Snowflake has been watching in mute fascination, but your quip snaps her attention back to you and she gives you a withering glare. "My identity is not an accessory for you to play around with, Thunderbird."

Naturally, not even being violently abused by this crazy bitch is enough to snap the guy out of it, all concerns of dignity and safety coming in distant second to his overwhelming need to get his rocks off. He crawls on top of Beast Beauty and starts violently pounding her into the table, causing her to yowl wildly as she cums. "Auhhhhh, unnhghhh, Beauty... I can't hold... I'm gonna..." She moans, making an obscenely exaggerated face with her eyes rolling back. "YESS! YES! Cum inside me, my king of the jungle!"

Before you'd joined the League of Propriety you never would've thought how often your super-hearing would wind up allowing you to recognize the distinctive sound of a penis ejaculating inside of a woman. To think, you'd been worried that the other capes were going to think you were going to ostracize you as some kind of slut when they learned about your personal life. As soon as the guy finishes, Beast Beauty gives him another kiss, then rolls backwards off the table, does a hand-stand, and then an acrobatic backflip, snagging her outfit and starting to pull it back on.

"Okay! All is right with the world now." she says. "I mean, except for the headquarters being destroyed. All important, I mean. Help me escort that naughty invisible tease that y- uh, a certain diligent security guard, dragged in this morning, out to the police perimeter. I'll need you girls to cover me, since I can't animal-shift for an hour or so after taking a creampie. Well... not exactly 'can't', but you know, the fake news media is always trying to find dirt on me and if there was some visible leakage while I was a lionness or something it'd really feed into a certain malicious and completely untrue rumor they keep trying to spread about me..."

Red Balloon's legs turn rubbery for a moment and she stumbles. Steadying herself with one of her palms against the wall, she suddenly vomits on the floor. It takes some effort on your part not to laugh. "Come on already. If we can get a location right away we'll catch the Wonderland Warriors off guard and not only rescue Dr. Rainbow but bring in their mastermind, too. And then, I will be very interested in hearing what your side investigation turned up in the sub-level, Balloon. Don't worry, the nerves will pass."

When Cheshire Huntress (who Beauty didn't manage to lose control of during this fiasco, amazingly enough) is dragged along in her ankle cuffs she is in a very foul mood, cursing you and Beast Beauty much more frantically than before. But you pay little attention, focusing your thoughts on how to deal with Hot Cross Bunny and Doormouse's potent abilities when you see them again...

Fifteen minutes and some heroic work by La Petite Mort from an ambulance stretcher later, you're standing in front of the abandoned tenement that the Wonderland Warriors had been using for their staging area. Or rather, you're standing in front of where it used to be, a few minutes ago. Just as you and the Weather Watch had been rolling up on it, the entire six story building had been swallowed up by a huge circular hole in the earth, falling into an imperceptible void in front of your very eyes. Leaning over the edge, the sinkhole went down deeper than the light could reach.

The edges formed a raised berm of loose upturned earth... much like a rabbit hole. "Fuck." you say softly, knowing all too well that your frustrated expletive is, unfortunately, probably quite fitting for Dr. Rainbow's immediate future, considering her luck as a superheroine so far.