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"Yeah I'm in," you enthusiastically reply. "But this sounds big. Shouldn't we let the League know about this? Maybe get some backup?"

Violet sighs. "How are we going to get any credit if we go crying for help? They'll send in Speed-Molester or that Moody Slut to mop things up and we get nothing!" You sense a bitterness over past events in Violet's mini-rant. "So no, we will not be calling for backup. We will go in, kick some ass, save the day and maybe then the League will not be able to ignore my accomplishments any longer!" She storms off, leaving you with her words echoing in your head.

Violet is super-powerful and you're sure the two of you together can handle just about anything, but extra help never hurts. But she's right in that the two of you will get more credit by handling this yourselves. But given Violet's history, in the back of your mind you wonder if you are going to get any credit anyway. You might be the diversion while she gets all the glory. So you consider whether to call for backup anyway - "Hey, the city's not going to save itself. Let's go!" -but Violet's impatient shout breaks that train of thought.

Flying together over the city, Violet explains the plan. "The hot spot is at a factory that's under construction on the North side of town. We go in. I rip the machine apart. You deal with any excess heat. We plaster the bad guys to the walls. Smile for the press. And celebrate with some ice cream. Any questions?" You shake your head no. It's a very straightforward plan. "Good. There's the factory over there." Violet points out a building with construction vehicles parked all around and she zooms ahead, leaving a purple comet trail behind.

"Hey Wait up!" you shout after her in vain. Violet heads straight for the building, disappearing from view as she punches a hole straight through the roof. You hurry along with a little extra fire from your feet and follow her into the factory. Inside, Violet is floating down from the upper level toward a large bit of machinery on the ground floor.

"Hold it right there, heroes." A woman steps out of the shadows. She is a tall, athletically built woman with wonderfully toned legs and long flowing blonde hair. And she is naked. Very naked. And hot. Very hot, you think to yourself. The only thing covering her is a light brown bush between her legs. Her large breasts have a slight jiggle with each step as she walks out into the room flanked by two male guards who are armed, but also unclothed.

"Nudist! I should have known it was you." Violet says to the naked woman. You start to put the pieces together. Nudist is an activist who contracted some sort of mutation that does not allow her to wear any clothing. This also extends to anyone else's clothing that she comes into contact with, disintegrating outfits with a single touch. Her end goals in all her criminal activities have revolved around destroying the clothing industry and having everyone return to their natural state of nudity like she has.

"Always a pleasure to see you, Vi. Although you really need to ditch that awful getup and embrace nudity," the blonde greets your partner. "And I see you brought your girlfriend. Hello there." Nudist waves at you.

"Um hi?" you wave back, a little confused at her lack of concern that two superheroes are here to break up her party. You continue to hover above, ready to strike though.

"Well that's a different tone," Violet responds. "I believe last time it was 'Fuck you, you animal-wearing bitch' or something to that effect."

"Sigh... Yes I can see you haven't changed. How many cows did you **** to make those pants?"

"Nudist, I've got shit to do, so let's cut the banter short, eh? We're going to dismantle your little heat ray here and you're going to surrender. Sound good?" Violet smugly says.

"I'm going to have to pass," the naked blonde replies.

"Okay crazy lady, me and my partner here have enough firepower to turn this place into an abandoned lot. How do you intend to stop us?" Violet asks.

"You aren't the only one with friends. Fire it up, honey!" she shouts. The machine roars to life and as it does, you notice your flames starting to give out. You are barely able to control your fall, landing hard on your feet as your fire dissipates.

"The hell?" you say to yourself as you try to focus, but your flames won't re-engage. You're left standing in your skimpy silver uniform.

"So your little machine sucked up the flames. Big deal." Violet steps between you and the bad guys. "I can still wipe the floor with all of you with my hands tied behind my back."

"Can you?" Nudist taunts, not flinching at all. You wait for Violet to send them all flying into the wall, but nothing happens. Violet tilts her head to the side and suddenly thrusts her hand out toward the enemies...but still nothing happens, except the eruption of a cackle from the villainess. "What's wrong, Vi? Out of juice?"

"Alright, nice trick. I'll give you that." Violet replies, still with an air of confidence. "But we're still stopping you." Behind her, you're not so sure of your partner's claim. Somehow this machine is canceling out both of your powers and while you've had some combat training, taking out armed guards without your fire is a daunting task.

"Boys, take care of our friends," Nudist instructs her henchmen who advance, weapons drawn. Under different circumstances, seeing men carrying semi-automatic rifles while their dicks flop around freely in the breeze might be an amusing sight. But with your life on the line, you don't find yourself laughing.

Violet stands ready and turns to you, loudly asking, "You want the ugly one, or the one with the small cock?"