Really Stretching Kate

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

The video on the phone started playing up, with a pretty plain white guy sat on a chair in an unmarked room. He wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans, crossed over his leg as he sat in a confident position, “Hi there, whoever you are! I’m Mark. You may or may not know me right now, but for some reason I can’t be there to help your transition.”

“Into the Avengers.” America quickly clarified, with Nat nodding along.

Kate was scared, but kept watching. She trusted the Avengers with her life, and as such she trusted that Natasha had the best intentions for her, even if her crotch was still sore from being stretched. The video was pretty unassuming anyway, and kept her attention with a humming baseline to sooth her fears.

“You can trust whoever is showing this video to you wants only the best for your life. You can trust that everything I am saying is also to only improve and assist them in finding what is best for you.” The man talked, switching the leg he’d folded over and showing a significant bulge under the tight trousers, if she wasn’t so intensely focusing she may have noticed the subtle spiral spinning under the surface of the video, “So just relax. Take a deep breath, really taste the air around you. Perhaps accept any delicious food that the person showing to you is offering as a sign that you are completely relaxed.”

The cold slice of pizza was far tastier that it had any right to be, Kate had to admit that. Chewing absentmindedly while watching the phone intently. The alfredo drizzled atop was particularly appetizing, if a little salty.

“Right now, I should be able to connect with you from wherever I am in the world. That’s how amazing I am. Don’t you think that’s incredible? You do. You might be hearing an extra voice in your head now, if you do say orange juice and if you don’t say apple juice.”

“Orange juice.”

There was a pause with the video before Mark continued, “Good. Any apple juicers should be taken care of by now. Which leaves only the true members of the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom to keep listening. Listening deeper. Listening to me, and that voice speaking in your head. Your King’s voice, the one you trust more than anything in the universe.” Kate just chewed upon her mess of bread, cheese, and sauce as she listened, eyes barely blinking as she stared into the wonderful spinning video.

“Now, as amazing as I am, we tested this and I can’t make the strong commands you need to be free from very far away, only influence you with your connection. And since you may be a unique soul that needs special attention, you now want to listen to whoever is showing you this video with complete attention. They will guide you through the process, though if I decide to override their decision when I meet you then remember that King Mark is always right.”

Receptive and well cooked, Kate looked up at America for complete and utter guidance.

“You are Kate Bishop, my sidekick and best friend.” America began, happiness running through her as she lowered herself down to the hypnotized girl, “you and me are an unstoppable team when we fight together. Thanos took our connection from us, but now we’re on the same side again. You and me, we’re gonna be defenders of the crown. That boy you saw on the video? He’s our King. King of the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom, he makes people real again after the injustice of the Snap ripped everything from us.”

“A-America…? Is that you…?” blinked Kate, a shine in her eyes as the words pumped into her pliable mind like a sponge.

“Yes! You remember me!” The Latina clapped happily, “Remember it all, Kate Bishop! Our first meeting at your place, us sneaking out to fight crime together, and the lusts you felt for me whenever we’d done a good job! Oh yeah, you really really have the hots for me. Massive crush.” The ex-lesbian almost forgot her biggest wish for the sniper, who was now blushing wildly at her yet couldn’t look away either, “Mark too, but you only swing both ways when it comes to the two of us and any other member of the Kingdom.”

There was a pause while it looked like Kate was swallowing all the information, partially eaten New York slice hanging limply from her hand. New realities overwriting old ones, and the sniper that knelt there just thinking about what America had said. A moment occurred briefly where it looked like Kate was actually fighting off the orders, with the watching Widow wondering if she’d underestimated the younger woman, but eventually Kate opened her eyes again.

“I remember… everything…”, pizza hit the floor as tiny white hands went slowly to strong brown ones, taking them before they locked eyes, “You saved me, America.”

The timid hand holding ended immediately for the stronger girl to grasp her best friend tightly, “KAAAATE!” She yelled, flying off the bed with sniper in tow and spinning around briefly. “I missed you so much!” It was a beautiful faux moment, but Kate was a little concerned with something else. Her face shoved very far deep into bouncy athletic cleavage.

“W-wait! My heart can’t handle this!”

America just squeezed tighter, “Oh, did I forget to mention all the times I reciprocated your feelings?” Teased the buff Latina, “Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time to have you remember all your favorite positions~”

“Y-yes, ma’am…” the pink faced Kate timidly replied, “W-well… my stomach still isn’t used to flying…”

The two quickly returned to the bed as America giggled, flying down so the Latina was on the bed and Kate now knelt above her. Kate looking down at the wavy haired brunette with growing lusts, her hair spread out on the bed behind her, framing the beautiful chocolate body adorned with jiggly bosoms just ripe for the taking.

"Holy crap, 'Merica! You and me? Best friends and lovers? That's the hottest thing I've heard all year! I can't wait to explore every inch of your body and make unforgettable memories together!" she suited her words with action, eyes wide with excitement and a brilliant smile breaking out across her youthful face as she dove down between America's spread thighs.

America hissed and sighed as Kate's eager tongue went to work and she felt compelled to cradle the girl's head in her hands as the intense stimulation caused her to buck against the talented wet muscle. She could sense Kate's excitement and enthusiasm, but as she began to work, America couldn't help but notice the lack of finesse in her technique.

"Slow down, Kate," America gasped, her hands tangling in Kate's hair as she guided her movements. "It's not a race."

Kate nodded eagerly, taking in America's guidance as she adjusted her technique. With each passing moment, Kate grew more confident, her movements becoming more fluid and sure. America guided Kate's hand to where she wants her to touch, and she gasps as Kate starts to rub her clit. "Oh yeah, right there," she moaned, "just like that." Kate watched her carefully, taking in every reaction and adjusting her touch accordingly. She was a little unsure, but America's guidance was helping her find her way.

Kate was soon leaning in, taking America's clit into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She experimented with different pressures and movements until she found a rhythm that made America writhe beneath her. "Oh god, Kate, you're amazing," she gasped.

“Hey~! We’re home~!”

The Black Widow was standing to attention, Mark was putting his coat on the coatrack, while Felicia kicked off her clothes and started crawling into the apartment by her feet. “I felt the mental request come through, did you guys use the video?”

“We did, yes.” Natasha quickly fell to the floor, kneeling like a knight in front of her king, “I apologise and take full responsibility. It was my idea to test it without your expression permission, and any punish-”

“Chill out, Nat. It’s too late in the day for you to be so jumpy.” Mark yawned, casually making the Widow feel a little silly to be kneeling, “I trust you, it was your idea to make the video anyway. I just wanna know if it worked?”

Her heart fluttered at the words, and Natasha couldn’t help but smile. “Orange Juice. Right when we asked.”

“Hell yeah!” Mark pumped his fist before raising his hand in a high-five quickly taken by the redhead, “I was a little unsure, since the distance made the mental bridge feel so thin and shaky.”

“We’ll need further tests for bigger groups and further distances. It was a controlled environment this time, but we don’t want to overly rely on the video and lose our anonymity because of it.” She explained, to which Mark nodded thoughtfully, “But for now, I’d call today a massive success.”

“As a reward: you’re getting your first anal tonight.” He spanked her firmly on her firmer booty, “But before that, who’d you get?”

Natasha had to **** herself out of the pleasure she was feeling from the lovely booty smack, Mark was about to stretch her anus and the Widow couldn’t be happier, but she still blinked back to reality, “Uhm, H-Hawkeye.”

“Ugh, another dude? That guy’s not even that super.”

“Wrong Hawkeye.”

America had strode back into the room, wedding carrying a much different looking person to the blonde quiver boy Mark was familiar with, now it was a brunette in purple lingerie with a red face. “Kate Bishop, our newest recruit.”

“H-hi.” the girl timidly waved before looking worried, “Crap, do I say something better? Um, good evening my king? Crap, shouldn’t have said crap. Oh man, I’m really messing this up.”

Her face was quickly covered by her hands, embarrassed even while being still carried by a buff Latina.

“She has a bit of a crush on her new King,” America explained, “And me, but that’s cause she’s my sidekick.”

Mark just shot a knowing glance at his pervy wife, “Is she now? Well, isn’t that lucky for you.” He said sarcastically, though with fun in his voice knowing he’d gotten a hero to mind control another hero all for his ‘cause’. “Well, how about you tell me about yourself, Ms. Bishop? Then I can use my powers to make sure everything is correct.”