Your first superhero fight

You lean back in the couch, admiring the converted basement. It's taken a couple of weeks, but now you're finally happy with it. Three sofas are arranged around a glass table, facing transparent display cases highlighting three costumes: on the left, Woodpecker's red, black and white-striped outfit. It is mirrored by Sparrow's birdlike costume of tan, white and purple on the right. Leading them is your own {if Futa==true}maroon outfit. You love catching your companions staring lustfully at the tight shorts and boob-window crop-top, although personally your favourite piece is the white evening gloves.{else}maroon-and-white suit{endif}. Down one of the corridors, you hear the clanks of Carly working on her motorbike in the garage. Although Mary graciously bought each of you a bike, to your surprise Carly had really taken to the machine, and seemed to spend most of her free time upgrading and customising it.

The figure next to you groans, and snuggles closer to you. White gunk oozes from her still-gaping pussy, leaving a sloppy trail down her pale thighs. "I don't ever want to get up," Mary murmurs into your chest. "I'm so glad you came into my life."

You're about to answer, when Rachel and Ben walk into the room. They smile at the two of you cuddling - your pheromones seem to be having some effect at last, as both of them seem to have accepted your public polyamory as a fact of life.

"Can I help you?" you ask, as Mary idly {if Futa==true}rubs your pussy{else}strokes your flaccid cock{endif}.

"There's a bank robbery in progress," Ben states. "By mutants." That catches your attention. So far the only calls your vigilantes have responded to have been petty thefts and break-ins; you could only watch as villainous mutants began causing trouble halfway across the country. Finally, something you can respond to.

"And I know we protect people, not corporations, but they've taken a dozen civilians hostage," explains Rachel.

"And I suppose the government's relying on negotiation?" you suggest. Those last few words have become a common refrain of news reporters, as one case after another of mutants using their abilities to threaten others arose.

Rachel nods worriedly. "One of the mutants can generate fire. The lobby's already burning, and I'm worried the hostages will be dead by the time negotiation works, if it works at all."

"Sounds like a job for us, then," you say, standing up, to a disappointed mewl from Mary. Your fellow heroes grin, and the three of you suit up.

You can't resist a grin as you lean into the corner and slingshot onto the high street, weaving between traffic, the wind {if Futa==true}causing your hair to stream behind you{else}ruffling your hair{endif}. The pleasant pressure of Rachel's breasts against your back is the highlight of having her opt to share a ride with you, though you also rather enjoy the feeling of her {if Futa==true}hands on your bust{else}arms around your waist{endif}. Over the roar of your bike's engine, you hear Foxgloves' and Woodpecker's bikes whining as they whistle through the corner after you. Within minutes of leaving, you screech to a halt outside the police line and dismount.

An officer steps forward to stop you, but changes his mind as you release a bout of pheromones, and instead agrees to take you to the operation leader. The man in charge turns out to be a well-built black police captain in his fifties, with a bushy silver moustache. After you introduce yourselves, he readily agrees to defer to your leadership.

"We've identified two hostiles in the building. The one calling herself Missfire has taken at least fifteen hostages in the secondary lobby, and has demanded a helicopter for her escape, threatening to start killing her hostages if we try to enter. We believe her accomplice is the Contortionist; she triggered a silent alarm in the main vault."

"And the fire?" asks Sparrow, eyeing the smoke billowing out of a window.

"We're not sure. The fire brigade can't enter because -"

"Because of the very hostages they're trying to save," you nod, turning to your companions. "I think we split into two teams - one tries to rescue the hostages, whilst the other apprehends the Contortionist."

"I'll deal with Missfire," volunteers Rachel quickly.

"I expected nothing less," you smile. "I'm thinking team two enters the bank round the back, and they'll need Woodpecker with them. Foxgloves, preference on where you go?"

Carly cocks an eyebrow. "Oh, no - I'll defer to your decision, team leader."