Aether Sprite, Otherworldy Futa Henchman

You curled arms, alternating between each repetition, feeling your muscles flex as you lifted the orichalcum dumbbells. A less dense and heavy metal would've been unwieldy with the kind of weight you could lift after The Accident. Hellfire Girl... Lady Hellfire, you corrected yourself, took good care of her subordinates, and had gifted you and her other henchmen with this gym and equipment capable of handling physically enhanced metahumans. The literal spawn of a demon had begun terrorizing the metropolis when she was young, hence the name. She had tried to change it and her image now that she was older but without much success. Names simply stuck, for good or ill.

Yours was Aether Sprite. You had grown fond of it. Nothing silly or some pun which sounded great for the first few months before losing its luster. Fun to tease those unfortunate guys.

In the mirrors, you could see a translucent droplet of sweat trailing its way down your arched brow and down the thin bridge of your nose. Licking your full lips, you can taste the salty flavor of the sweat. From your slanted grey eyes framed by thick eyelashes to your lissom and long legs ending to your shimmering white-lilac hair, your body facial features had a mystique about them, something inhuman.

The Accident had turned you into something that didn't wholly belong in this world. Breaking the news to your parents could have gone better, you suppose, and shrugged. Half to stretch your muscles, half to signify to your reflection that you had gotten over it. You winked and blew the stunning gym bunny a kiss. Keeping fit and looking good.

Besides the enhanced strength, agility, and fortitude, you possessed the ability to losen the bounds of reality. You could project a bubble around you where an eldritch Otherness bled into this world, leading to a number of interesting effects depending on how far you pushed it in either direction. When shifting, as you called it, and unless suppressed your features and body became wraith-like and ethereal, stoking some primal fear in onlookers. You flickered in and out of existence, not always appearing where you actually were. Downright terrifying once bullets that were supposed to have hit hadn't.

It wasn't a topic you wished to dwell on, but your powers came with some dangers, especially when pushing things toward the edge of bringing over the Otherness fully.

Putting away the dumbbells with a loud clang, you reached for your elbow and started to push at it until you felt every fiber of your shoulder and upper arm groan. Repeating it with your other elbow. As you did, you had also pushed out your chest. Seeing the pair of breasts and the pointed nipples mounted atop them strain against the sports bra lit an ember inside your well-toned stomach. Could throw in libido too amongst the changes, and... you looked down, seeing your cock waking up. That side-effect of The Accident had taken a while longer to get used to.

You had met a few men that were fairly intimidated once they figured out that, one, you had a penis in addition to a vagina, and, two, it was probably larger than theirs. A couple of women too. But between all the weird metahumans running around, something as minor as an odd set of genitalia usually didn't, or only barely ranked on the list. People were open-minded on the whole. The wierd and unknown source of your powers and the liquid darkness tentacles tended to feature higher. But, well, you weren't always asking nicely. Came with the territory of working for an villain like Lady Hellfire.

Even if you had managed to retain a private identity of sorts, a blessing not everyone had, you worked on the half-demon's schedule and practically lived in her infernal lair for a couple of reasons. The sorceress was great believer in hiding in plain sight, it had the latest high-tech gadgets and entertainment systems, not to forget about the pool attached to the mansion located in one of most attractive parts of the metropolis.

When she called, you came. She had taken you in after The Accident, helped you through the changes, protecting you, and taken responsibility for causing the chaos that had lead to it. Together with everything she had done since, it had gone a long way to earn your loyalty. You also couldn't help but admit to a certain thrill when fighting the forces of justice. Being bad simply felt good. It got the adrenaline pumping.