The small time hero, Mare, comes to in an alleyway without his partner present. Rather nobly, the young man grimaces at the thought that he may have let that vigilante 'in his care' get herself kidnapped by some 'seriously dangerous dude'. At least this was his initial concern before seeing the blonde cutthroat return with vaguely familiar company, that apple girl, looking just a little too intensely in his direction. Those are not the eyes of a saviour, he thinks, backing up into the wall and fighting the cuffs to no avail. Ever since super powered villains became the norm, those little chains have gotten a hell of a lot stronger. 

"Well done, Firefly." My fingers run through Laura's hair and earn her blushing smile, a far cry from the expressions she'd show to my enemies. Our enemies, we're all one in the garden, it's refreshing not to have to pretend I need better motives than unification. It seems a frightful prospect of course, one that my past self would have surely fought against, so I understand that people like this Mare boy won't be immediately understanding. As soon as they find out how good it feels, though, I am sure anybody I set my sights upon will swiftly come around. Murmur should be proud of me, I'm finally doing something more meaningful with these powers of mine.

"I'll secure the area, mistress." Firefly keeps an eye on the entrances while I approach my lucky stud with a winning smile. In my garden I keep the minds of Mana, Jazz and Trifecta wrapped up tight and well drugged, while their bodies are... well, I could not afford to leave them unattended in that lot nor did I want to be walking around with such a group given my less than heroic deeds. Absorbing Trifecta's power, I've overlapped us into one form for the time being. I believe I can switch between Hive's and Trifecta's respective forms of unity at will, which is rather useful! 

With newfound strength, I tear the gag from the hero's mouth rather than untying it, crouching down over him and casting shadow. My hand replaces the gag and clamps his mouth shut, Mare's eyes widening in confusion and predictably, anger. "If I remove my hand will you promise not to make a lot of noise? I uh... you see, I have your fellow heroes in my custody... including your girlfriend, so it'd be really bad if you put them in danger." Oh gosh it feels so wrong to make such a dark threat, but I do need him to comply and it seemed my best bet. Sometimes needs must, right?

Noticeably shaken by the threat and seeming to believe it given my present lack of partner, Mare nods into my hand. He's still furious, even more so I'd wager, but has the self control required to force that down and do as told. Good, not a total hothead then. My hand pulls back and the poor boy gasps for air, maybe I didn't need to pinch his nostrils too but the moment had its way with me. He's being quiet, simply staring up at me with more questions stacking up than I'd ever have the time to answer. I'll allow him one, let's see how heroic these small timers really are. 

"Go on, ask..." I prompt him a little impatiently, noting the tremble on his lip and wondering which part of my unification is responsible for the rush I get at such a sight. 

After a few tedious seconds of working up to it, Mare finally asks: "What... are you going to do to me?"

Any guilt or pity I felt flushes out of my system like my garden's roots dispelling unwanted toxins. "Seriously, man? I've got your girlfriend hostage and that's your first question? I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you, okay? I'm going to make you a hell of a lot less selfish, how does that sound? I'm going to make you more agreeable... and... ah, more in line with our own personal tastes. It's nothing personal just, we have a type and you're not quite fitting the bill just yet ehe... heh... gosh, what am I saying?"

No no, this is good. It's what he deserves and... it's what we deserve, right? This is for the greater good.

"Right... uhm... I want this." I declare a little weakly, proclaiming to nobody in particular as Mare stares up at me like I'm a madwoman. I think I preferred the hate. 

"Is Tri okay? I mean, her parents are gonna kill me if--" 

"Oh my god will you be quiet?" I straddle the boy in this silly costume of mine, removing my mask with a slow exhale of breath while Firefly keeps watch dutifully like a good sentry drone. "Have you even heard yourself? How old are you, I'm not committing a fucking felony right now am I? And here I thought Laura could be immature..."

"I'm 21, you dick..." Spits the dumb jock with a wanting awareness in the world of horse racing terminology. Like I knew what these words meant either, I'm just 'fortunate' to have the irresponsible gambling addict named Laura as part of my collective conscious. 

My thumbs slide into his mask and remove it, holding those abrasive cheeks and wondering if I couldn't soften them some. I'm starting to think my power is unfair, wanting to test just how far I can push its limits. It must be destiny for me to walk this path, this isn't a fitting ability for your regular hero. No, this sort of city wide threat and exponential power creep is befitting of a villain with their own dedicated arc and nothing less. Sort of puts Miss Murmur into perspective, really. Am I really a threat to anybody, though? I only offer peace... peace in the face of violence. Try as I might, I just can't stop being a hero at heart!

With a dedicated heart, I inspect that boyish face and smirk. He'll clean up nicely, more of Laura's terms are flooding in and giving me such ideas I'm feeling dizzy with choice. Mare, was it? I can't let him go, of course, better still... I don't want to. Murmur enjoys the good she does, doesn't she? The woman relishes in the way she wields her dark hand of justice. So why shouldn't I? Yeah... yeah! I'm going to enjoy this. I've a necessity to bring this boy into my garden for the simple sake of self preservation, right, but don't I deserve to enjoy it? I don't think a lesbian slut like me could enjoy keeping a man in my concoction of consciousness, so it's only right that I make some alterations. If he doesn't like it, well, isn't that a little sexist? Yes... yes, I'm the progressive one here if you really think about it.

I think I know my values are becoming more warped than that sword I bent into breaking earlier. Maybe something broke in me too. When did it happen, I wonder? When Mana gave me no choice? When Laura tempted me? When Miss Murmur began to toy with me? As far back as when I was still resistance training with Hive? Or was it when I stood in that stuffy classroom and asked myself if I couldn't dream of more than that. 

"Listen here... this won't hurt at all, so don't be difficult." I try to give the small time hero my warmest smile, soft and unassuming. My roots coil up his legs and hold his face, Mare shuddering before putting up a fight I really wish he wouldn't. He's strong! I like that, actually, but my vines just won't stop constricting until his fight is sapped by that unique ability of mine. Once upon a time I believed this the extent of my powers, to sap and bind and wait... but I know better now, I'm not even sure what my limits are now. I'd like to test that!

We're in the Orchard now and I do mean we. It's my first time manifesting inside of here, feeling the grass under my bare feet as I cast away that tacky costume I always hated. Using little more than the power of my own imagination, I fashion myself a much more fitting outfit, a low cut dress with open back. The dress is black with embroidered apple trees down each side in dark, muted colours and an aesthetic reminiscent of stained glass displays. My new boots reach up past my knees, lined with buckles and lace and just as midnight black as this freeing dress of mine. Oh right, almost forgot the makeup, I'll just complete the gothic transformation I've been heading towards over the past week anyway due to Murmur's influence! I think I'll forgo the midnight black lips for a rich and glossy red, like the skin of an apple so perfect and juicy it could only exist in a commercial~ This outfit feels so good, so me, that I might just have to take it out for a spin in the real world right after I'm done with the new convert. 

Ignoring the fussy stud as he's brought to heel by my garden's roots and held in place for my convenience, I step over to the trees on the far side where my former peers find themselves trapped in tight wooden grip. Binding bark secures each of the three misguided heroes to their very own tree, there are plenty more in here if I'm... forced... to expand. Getting used to walking in my new boots, even if they're currently only figment of my imagination, I step over to Mana's tree and tilt her head up with a hand covered in fishnet and sporting nails that match these luscious, sultry lips. These gloves reach to my elbows and end at the base of my fingers, am I trying too hard? I just want to look the part, like Murmur, both of us tragic antiheroes. Umm, I'm not entirely sure what her tragedy is but I can at least vouch for my own, Mana nearly killed me! She needs to be punished for that... or... or she might hurt an innocent, fellow hero again. My nails dig into her cheeks until she winces and wakes, staring at me with sluggish movement of her rousing form. The bark holds strong, obviously, my will eclipses her own while I sap it from her like a hungry parasite. 

"Mmgh... O-Orchard? No... you're not... who are you? What did you do with her!" Well she's certainly energetic, though I'm a little taken aback at how convinced she is that I'm not Orchard. Am I not? Maybe she's got a point, a change of name to reflect my new brand of heroism could work wonders for my image! Not to mention, the name Orchard is forever attached to that silly, loathsome old costume.

"I'm... ah. We're still working on that, okay?" I give an embarrassed smile that disarms her better than any direct attempts could hope to, Mana likely catching glimpse of the awkwardness of the Joy she knew. I still want to punish her but it's hard to discipline somebody so cute, that long black hair of hers is fine enough to sell and the way her pleading eyes soften just sends me loopy. 

"Hey, uh... what's going on? Are you gonna like... k-kill us?" Oh no, the poor girl sounds so scared. How could I stay mad at her, she's like a kitten I just want to cover in placating kisses. My hand reaches out tentatively to stroke through her hair and I smile coyly, pressing finger to lips and my body into hers as I remember just how dizzyingly adorable she had been when under the influence of my pheromones out in the alley. Before all that silly magic ruined it, anyway. 

"Shush... do I look like a killer? Ahaha, don't answer that... I'm totally harmless, okay? I'm not the one who swings sharp blades at other's tummies and almost creates a crime scene! Just relax okay? You need to calm down."  My body pressed close against hers, I flood her with more chemical compliance and watch those muscles in her face grow loose. Then comes the delectable need I've missed since she wrapped around me in the empty lot. This is the true Mana, completely open about her feelings of love for me, lust too. She sighs into my hand and I drop her like an apple falling down onto Newton's head. Giving me an epiphany. Maybe I'm not the only one in need of a name change. My fingers curl around the apple growing above Mana's head and I firmly pluck it from the branch, taking a bite and sampling this girl's current state of mind. Oh, she'll come around soon, it's a very sweet fruit. "I think I'll name you Fuji, get it?" That silly apple a day campaign really hammered in a lot of specific knowledge I ended up soaking in against my will, might as well put it to use here.  

Fuji's struggling arms have grown tired and subsequently fall limp by her sides, her head lifting even if I can tell she's struggling to hold it up. Each inhale tints her face darker, lip sore against her teeth. "L-Like the mountain?" She asks with a dumb look in her eyes which flutter like wings with nowhere to go. 

Shaking my head with an innocent giggle, I decide not to reprimand her for the stupidity and draw even closer, pressing her against the bark and positively smothering her in this mind-wiping scent I wear like thick perfume. I want to see her head roll, it'd fall right into my chest now.  "No, silly, like the apple. Originating from Japan, one of the prettiest varieties too if you ask me. Known for their sweetness... crispness of the skin." Unable to help myself, my inhibitions getting lost in my own deep inhalations, I drag my tongue up her cheek and Fuji shivers. She's breathed too deep to be afraid, she's shivering with intense need I'd be all too willing to provide relief from were I not keeping my stud waiting... oh wait!

There's no reason I can't be in two places at once in here. I mean with Hive's ability I can effectively be in two places at once out there, too, but I'd have to choose a different form. As one copy nurtures their new fruit until it's ripe enough to pluck, I step back and tilt my head to inspect the other trees. Jazz and Trifecta are similarly bound, though not quite as far along as my Mana turned Fuji Apple. Jazz is lucky enough to keep her name, hers already fits the formula. Let's hope the rest of her is just as naturally conforming.

Deciding to leave the unripe pair be for the time being and focus on more pressing matters, I return to Mare and lick my lips. Ahaha, I'm getting so carried away, I'd stop if it weren't so fucking fun. How does Murmur hold back? I thought she wasn't but now I'm not so sure, she has a sense of discipline that I just can't seem to grasp in my freefall. Maybe it comes with age. With some prep in my step after working myself up teasing my fresh new fruit, I saunter over to the male in a strut I'm surprised I've already mastered with these new thigh-high boots of mine. Mare is bound in sweet tendrils that cover him in a sticky glaze of sap that slowly eats away at his low effort costume. Who is even dressing this new generation of superheroes, it's embarrassing. I'll make something more suitable later but for now there's no harm in a little nudity. I'd join him but I've no desire to bare my body to the opposite sex, it feels wrong somehow. Hmm, we know who's responsible for that now don't we? 

With a snap of my fingers I summon that woman who made me lust for ladies in the very first place, if anybody's at fault for my getting carried away here she's a better scapegoat than most. The dryad approaches me and patiently awaits orders, which ensures my ego trip is bound to go on for another stretch. She's tall in this form, her frame well polished and dripping with sinful secrets like thick molasses. I drag my finger up the front of her torso and collect the sticky substance on my finger, wondering if I should indulge in a taste of my own but refraining out of a prideful sense of duty. I'm a hero, I'm a good girl, and so I make sure to stay on task stepping forwards with my finger pressing this ambrosia to Mare's lips. 

I could likely coax a name out of him, unmask all of these heroes now trapped in my garden for their own good, but really what's the point in that? Their names and identities are insignificant when compared to the future I'm offering, right? Mana's name here is Fuji and my soon-to-be Broodmare is... hmm. Where Fuji is sweeter than most, this one is tart, I'll make a butch of her to balance out the garden some. A McIntosh, then. 

As my finger pushes past lips and enters Mare's mouth, I catch that scowl and cock my head with a grin at my confirmed assertion. He's tart, but unripe. She'll be better, I think, the one I'm set on sculpting from this rough clay in my hands. The poor boy bites but even with his super strength it's hopeless, powers are all imaginary in this realm of the imagination after all. Seems he's not at full capacity, my finger like a steel beam prying deeper until it pushes down his tongue and infects it with dryad's sweet seduction. I watch his cheeks redden like I'm a black mirror of desire, my own face tinting in tandem when I realise just how wrong this is. It's hot, though... it's my reward for being a good girl, I think. 

That dagger stare loses its edge, becoming lost in taste profiling pleasure as my finger presses down and leaks out more and more sugary sweetness like I've become a corrupting faucet, dryad delivery system. Even as my digit administers double dose of dark temptation to the small time hero brought to kneel by my iron roots, the headstrong thing glares up at me and takes care not to break eye contact. It's a bothersome stare that almost makes me feel bad, but I feel too challenged to divert my own eyes. I think this is my test, isn't it, to hold my values in the face of this guilt tripping gaslighter. Am I really meant to feel pity for someone as their future opens up into something better? Blooms like a flower in my garden, into new prospects, new companionship. It's pathetic, frankly, that he'd look at me like that. That he'd have the gall to demand me stop. It reminds me of myself in that vault, needing Murmur to convince the stubborn heroine the error of her ways. The faults in her perspective. Joy was greener than this grass beneath my feet, not that it's hard to be when something black and brooding seeps into it with every step I take. Joy was weak, she would have stopped here. No, she'd have never even gotten this far, such limitation. I'm only following Murmur's lead and we wouldn't doubt her. 

I don't need Joy anymore.

"Well aren't you the stubborn mister? I wouldn't expect you to be so attached to that thing between your legs given its uh... shortcomings." I cover my mouth and giggle, since when was I so mean? "You may have the strength of an adult horse but you're certainly not hung like one, hehe, but that's okay because that just makes what comes next easier." My sticky digit slides free from his mouth and I wipe the excess onto his chin before patting his head in a patronising motion I've adopted from my idol.

"Wh-what the hell... you drugged me. I swear to fucking god if you don't let me and Tri go right now I'm gonna--"

"Oh are you a religious man, Mr Mare? That's getting rarer in this age of supers, isn't it? Must be frustrating but ah... I think there's always something to worship isn't there? I was an atheist for so long, even if I told people I was agnostic to appear more interesting in college, but now I'm of a different perspective. Like... I think it's possible to become an icon of worship if you work hard enough, a goddess worthy of the mantle at the very least. I think everybody should have someone they worship, is what I mean, so there's need of people who strive to be the worshipped. Am... am I making any sense, ahaha? I sorta drugged myself and I'm so fucking horny so I could be rambling utter nonsense, oh well." Crouching down until we're at eye level, I dismiss the vines forcing him to kneel and wait to see if he'll lunge. No, it seems the dryad dose was an effective paralytic agent.

"What are you going to do to me?" He bites, but his body falls in line, knows not to move. Not when he's knelt before an altar. 

"People keep asking me that. Choice is a funny thing... uhm, I'm going to try and make you into something more appealing to me and mine. I'm not really sure if it'll work, but the idea is that if I can change you here in my imagination and then manifest those alterations in the real world, I can keep you as someone worthy of the garden. See, I'm doing it for you..." I twist my lips and pout when he doesn't show gratitude even when I thought it was well prompted. "You know, I do like this part of you. I'm going to preserve it well, even if it's redirected some. Okay?"

"Go fuck yourself, crazy fucking b--"

Slap!

My eyes widen at the sticky, reddening imprint on the hero's face and the way his head sways to the side, longer hair that most men tend to have draping down to cover the sudden soreness. Tracing my eyes up to the source of the slap, I look up at Hive, the dryad, with a questioning glance. My heart is pounding so fast, it's exhilarating. 

"Wh-why did you just..."

The dryad quirks her brow. "I was just following instructions, Miss Williams! I received an order from you to strike him for disrespecting you..." Hivemind shifts uncomfortably, hoping that she has not upset me in her unconditional obedience. 

"Oh uh, aha... I did that? Well uhm, good job." Nails itch the back of my head awkwardly, wondering if I could do with tightening the leash on my own temptation before my subconscious starts running the show full time. This is okay though, he probably deserved a little discipline for such rudeness anyway and a strength based hero like Mare should be able to handle a little rough handling. My eyes are focused on that reddening mark as I idly tilt Mare's head back into place with a stray vine. I did that, without lifting a finger or even having to speak my mind. I reach out and trace a finger over the hero's cheek and he shudders again, causing me to let out a barely restrained giggle.

Such power... 

"I'm sorry for all the build up, love, it's like the slow ascent on a coaster haha... your nerves are just excitement okay? You'll get it soon, I didn't think that this was right either until I saw how it made my Laura feel. Oh, that's Firefly. I didn't just see, I felt how right it was for her to join me like this. So it's easier to know that this is okay. If it isn't, I'll feel it and uh... if that happens my garden will reject you outright! I'm not a monster." I'm more.

Mare spits, but doesn't have the strength to reach me since I've sapped him so thoroughly with these roots of mine. Instead the pitiful stretch of saliva rappels down his chest and I take stock of his scrawny form. Isn't he supposed to be strong as a fucking horse? I'll give her the muscle mass to look the part, aesthetics are very important in the hero business after all. Costumes and appearances are everything, you can save a thousand lives and the media will still find a way to avoid covering your exploits if you're not of suitable image. Vines raise up from the soft fertile ground of my fine orchard and this time instead of simply constricting the hero named Mare, they nip against the skin with tiny hooks that inject him with my toxins. Two tendrils make sure to spare him from the sting as they push into his ears just as they had when I took control of Laura so completely. The tiny, delicate roots pushing deep inside but taking care not to damage anything during their intrusion. I watch those fierce eyes lose all focus and start to cross, jaw slowly falling open and hanging there for the next half hour. I'm transfixed by the sight of this hero becoming mine in mind and... body. 

It starts at the chest, swelling as the poor hero arches her back and gives in to the compulsions being pumped into her brain by my lovely tendrils. She's still trying to fight it, sure, but I make sure to redirect that back into a new fiery libido I'm building up from scratch. More lust than one could handle on their own, thankfully she won't have to. Breasts bud like new flowers though my Broodmare's hold a firmness on account of her muscular frame. The musculature is a work in progress I see coming to fruition in real time, watching her limbs fill out and her stomach paved over with toned abs I could play beats on. That hair stays the same length though dyes into a nice mahogany mane that suits her softening, freckled face. She's still rough and abrasive, but has that touch of feminine excellence that makes a lesbian slut like me so wet. Whetted, my appetite for animalistic pursuits in this sinful, sapphic stretch of mental flora growing into a deep and unsated hunger. Shall I exercise my right to gorge upon this Broodmare I'm building or... should I let her have her way with me instead? I'm still such a submissive at the end of the day, I can't pretend that having new plaything to put me in my place anytime and anywhere is not an immensely promising prospect!

The final touches are already manifesting as my tendril touch transforms the transitioned hero into something perfect, something to be proud of. I must be heaven-sent to have produced such a diamond from the rough I dragged in, grinning with a glee I had been holding back until now out of fear that I might become lost in the succor of it all. Broodmare falls forwards onto her hands and huffs, exhausted and breathless from the resculpting of her form. Her new, athletic body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, hair slicked back by my fingers running through it to tilt her head up and get a good look at her. A more feminine face, but she still has striking features that make her quite distinct from a sweet slice of pie like Mana. No, this woman is slab of lean meat who could press me into the ground with force and make my toes curl hard into the grass. I press my other hand against her abs and enjoy them for a while as she catches her breath, tendrils popping out of her ears last and Hivemind's dryad form moving to sooth those nip marks across the hero's skin. 

She's so perfect. 

"Broodmare. You're a fine steed hehe, fit for breeding even if the act won't knock you up. Lucky you, it means you won't be made to take breaks to offload any unpleasant offspring. Here in the garden, your tree will grow McIntosh apples and we'll just go ahead and let that replace the name you had before... improved upon just like your hero name, it has a sorta butch feel to it that I thought would suit you perfectly. How do you like it?" My question is not a mocking one, no smugness or insincerity to be found here. I'm genuinely asking how she likes the names I've picked out for her so graciously, hoping she'll have the decency to accept them with open arms. 

"Ugh... my head." The woman picks herself up and sits on her calves with an understandable groan, a trickle of my ambrosia escaping one of her ears and Hive quickly wiping it up like the good assistant she's been molded into. "Where..."

Oh, she's still disoriented. I shuffle closer on my knees in the grass and cradle her face with my hands, smiling brightly at my handiwork like I finally accomplished something worthy of praise. "You're in the garden, McIntosh. My orchard, one of the trees here is yours so... you belong here. You've a place by my side, our side, a side that isn't always so distinguishable. With Trifecta's ability absorbed by these roots of mine I'm able to brings us all into one and when I like, with this dryad here's power I can separate us in body... but not wholly in mind. Hmm, I suppose they're both my powers now too. Just like your strength, though I'll admit that brute power isn't particularly appealing to me. Not to use on others anyway, but I'd like to see you use it on me."

I can feel her acceptance and know that I was successful in linking us in the same way I had Hive and Laura join this collective. Acceptance, really? Then why is she gripping my throat so roughly!

"You like that, huh?" Broodmare grins and presses me down, my back laid flat against the grass and her hulking form eclipsing me from the artificial sunlight overhead. "I can give you exactly what you want then, but I won't be gentle. I... a part of me is still furious that you've done this to me, so I'll use your body to vent those frustrations until all of me is yours. Is that to your liking, Mistress?" The impossibly strong hero's smirk intoxicates me, making me nod in my own furious act against the corrupted grass. "Good girl." 

Ahaha... it's such a conflicted scene, isn't it? She's calling me mistress and praising me as her submissive in the same breath. Of course a good amount of roleplay is healthy, we both know who's really in charge here and it's the one who can switch the other's mind off in a swift summoning of tendril plunged back into her brain. I'm happy to play submissive, eager to scratch all of those masochistic itches imprinted onto my psyche by Miss Murmur. 

"Gosh... you're strong." I bite my lip harder than I mean to, just as drunk on the sudden loss of power as I was the wielding of it. 

Brood snarls, more a wolf than a horse in this moment, an untamed beast that's just as hungry as I am. She claims my tongue in a rough kiss I can't keep up with and wouldn't want to try, her calloused digits squeezing my face during the obscene make-out. My chin is slick with spit, her unrelenting kisses pushing down to traipse across my neck in a lazy, teasing motion. Was Mare this good of a lover to Trifecta or has my crucible of influence run so deep already? I realise I don't really care either way, holding onto that rich red hair with fingers claiming handfuls, Brood's lips and teeth and tongue dragging down over collarbone and cleavage. Strong fingers I can't combat tear open the front of my dress to expose me properly, my grip in her hair tightening. No preamble, the woman's teeth sink into my tits like she's seeking forbidden knowledge direct from the source. Applesauce, running red with envy flavour. I'm beside myself with giddy emotion, unplaceable and impossible in its vigour. I just want her to keep biting down until my thoughts turn into white noise buzzing around an empty brain, until I'm nothing but a bundle of pleasured nerves without purpose... a crude scribble of sentience so malformed and lost in the throes of a deep and excruciating ecstasy. A hand roughly gropes my breast at the base while tugging teeth bully my poor, sensitive nipple like they're trying to shake out lunch money. 

Of course my toes curl, what else are they going to do? I gasp and groan into the garden's heady, compromised air as all of its inhabitants become engulfed in a pink smog that turns us simple and pure. Creatures of lust, sweet and ripe, sultriest of succubi growing on trees rooted deep into our shared psyche. Brood's knee thrusts into my crotch and I gasp for air that never comes, my lips once again eclipsed by hers as she makes me lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. I don't need oxygen when I have her, I'll let lust sustain me as a new method of life support, each finger slipping deep into my lace underwear a pound against my heart that keeps the blood rushing around. When she teases my clit I groan and surmise that she really must be borrowing knowledge from her mental neighbours. There's a decent gap between my body and the grass where my back is forced to arch like a bridge over sleepy meadow, my cobbled form just as rigid as the real thing save for the tremble I can't get a good hold on. Broodmare fucks me with her fingers with a harshness I could get hooked on, hips lifting into her touch with pathetic need with each fine stroke and thrust and curl. I'm addicted to her lack of delicateness or tact, it's just how Murmur would touch me when she grew tired of foreplay. 

"I'm... haaah... gosh, I'm dizzy..." My body writhes beneath her, lost in an abrasive orchestra of discordant touch. I want her to make me lose my fucking mind. 

"Yeah?" The submissive butch playing dominant gives me a cocky grin I'll love wiping when we're done, only when we're done, before telling me the exact words I yearned to hear. Oh right, it's so obvious when she puts it like that. "Go ahead and fuck your mind up further, I want you easy for me. Here." Her hand slips out of my sex so suddenly I gasp, both arms stretching out to fall beside my head and coax waiting roots out of the ground. As she guides the tendrils to my ears I realise this is the same as earlier, when Hivemind slapped my work in progress. I'm really the one doing this, aren't I? I'm in control here as Brood pushes the tendrils against my ticklish ears and makes me giggle girlishly before the electricity begins to override all other thought. 

Disconnected from my own whiting thought, I feel myself as Broodmare pounding the pleasure puppet I've become into the giving grass with such fervour, fingers knowing just how I like it even if it should be our first time. I feel myself as Broodmare admiring the softness of Joy's supple body, so much softer than her own and so easy to manipulate with a firm hand. I feel the fingers push inside of me and I feel the way my walls squeeze around them desperately. Both feelings overlap at once to give me the full sensation of the scene, wondering now how anybody can settle for just one half of their erotic encounters. A deluge of desire gushes against those fingers as I wrap my legs tight around Brood's solid body, hips buckling and lips failing to hold back sweet coos. I bury my burning face into the grass and thrash about in her hold, going nowhere. Something to feed the flowers seeps out of my sex, an ooze of more naughty ambrosia that has me wondering how I could have ever imagined myself a straight girl. Or straitlaced, for that matter. I'm a sapphic slut to my core, there's no point in denying that from now until the day I'm compost. 

I swallow water in the alley held to my lips by a very attentive Laura, Firefly having performed her duties thoroughly as she kept watch. Mare's nowhere to be seen now, my current form a coalition of several former heroes slowly ripening into something ultimately richer. My appearance is a median of soft elegance and lean muscle, Trifecta's power really is a strange one though it's quite useful to not have to travel everywhere as a group. I think I'll take a leaf from Hivemind's book and spread us apart rather than keep us as one body like this, but maybe with all this layered strength I could be well on my way to going blow for blow with a certain golden legend... a few more and maybe I could really do it. Then I'd really be a hero. 

And with her power seeping into soil, I'd be unstoppable. Just think of all the good we could do together... wait, what's that?

"I know, Hive, you're an endgame slut and you're damn good at it. You wanted to crawl, so crawl. Here, I'll lower my chair for you." 

Speak of the devil herself, that's Nova's voice! I feel out for the exact drone who's currently keeping the golden goddess company and go weak in the knees the moment I find it. Oh, those thighs...

"Hive? Oh my god I only just noticed this branch from the sudden spike in heartrate and ah... is that who I think it is? Did Miss Murmur put you up to this?" Or is this just how the big four entertain one another behind closed doors? I can't say I'd blame them, Discoman aside, but I've not seen any memories of Nova like this in Hive's mind and believe me I checked. 

It's strange trying to talk to Hivemind from Nova's office while her dryad form stands still in my garden, so I decide to speak to the sheepish tree nymph and figure this is why she's been so quiet. "You realise you're living out one of my... one of Joy's biggest fantasies right now, right? I... I tell you what. Let's swap, my Broodmare is up for another round soon and uhm... I may not be Nova's number one fan anymore but those thighs feel so heavenly that I..."

Without giving Hivemind a chance to respond, I take the reins in a rather ironic turn of phrase and immediately find myself overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation before me. I'm suddenly in another body, kneeling in my former idol's top floor office with my head smothered by her playful thighs. It's cathartic, and it's terrifying. Will she notice the switch? Not likely, I'm just as needy and we all know it. After what just happened, maybe I'm in good need of a strong hero to punish me for all those evil deeds I just committed! She doesn't have to know about all that, not yet, so I'll consider this paying it forward.

Nova's fingers grip my hair and pull my head away from heady flesh, inspecting me with a smugness I could die for. I was just having my hair pulled, if I'm not careful it'll become a mainstay fetish of mine... I'm starting to think it'll be a long list, gosh I'm such a slut. I don't need Hivemind to tell me anymore. "Did you figure out your punishment yet, Hivemind?" Nova's dripping, cloying smugness makes me feel queasy even if I know I should be wary of her after everything Murmur told me. I mean, I don't remember most of the things Murmur tells me, but I still remember how to feel and that's what's most important... I think. 

"Mrrr?" I sound just as lost and needy as the kitty who was in my place only moments ago, tilting my head and kissing over the material of her costume as I try to please her best I can. 

"I'm not going to let you fuck me, Hive, but I'll let you get so close it drives you to orgasm anyway. Here, let me show you just how powerful need can be even when it's left unfulfilled. Nurture your need into something less greedy, more disciplined. You love being put in your place, don't fucking lie to me and suggest otherwise." I do, I really do... I mean, I just learnt that even after breaking bad I'm still such a needy submissive when the occasion calls for it. Strong women are the best, with Broodmare it was the fact that she was my slave that let me know I still had the power at the end of the day. Here, it's the deceit that gives me leverage over Nova in the dynamic. So long as I'm secretly on top, I can indulge these submissive tendencies to my heart's content. 

Superpowered touch forces my face deeper and deeper as my knees scramble to fill the space beneath Nova's chair, inching closer until my nose brushes her mound through wicked weave. I see her game now, she's going to make me lose my mind with mounting desire while never intending to relinquish a drop of her sex in earnest. I'm going to degrade myself by huffing and kissing and... ah, gosh, I can see just how effective this is already. The power play is hotter than if she just let me tonguefuck her, how does that even make sense? 

My hands shoot down to start touching myself unprompted, thinking that there's no way the golden goddess could even see the movement. Like she has as many extra eyes as I do, Nova kicks my hands away with swatting foot before pushing my kneeling legs apart with her boot. I understand immediately, no psychic link required to read her mind here. With a demure look I make sure she doesn't overlook, I pull my hips up and straddle the woman's boot. When I lower down onto it and feel my sex against her leather shin, I gasp out weakly. My lips purse and embarrassment flushes my cheeks which can barely get any redder. This body feels so different to mine, the pleasure has a different flavour to it I need to adjust to. It isn't that she's more or less sensitive than Joy, she's just... unique.

"Slow, or I push your face away. I know you don't want that, it's right where it belongs right now. Isn't it, honey?" Nova is not at all the woman I thought she was, but right now she's not acting too far off how she would in my dreams. Wait, are these definitely my dreams I'm recalling? I was a huge Nova fangirl, sure, but I wasn't even a lesbian until recently. When those thighs begin to suffocate me again and I start grinding in steady motion to dictated pace, I come to an earth shattering epiphany. 

I simply don't fucking care anymore. 

"I'll... be good." I swallow my pride and give in to that nostalgic sensation of being under her golden thumb, being forced into rank and file by her back during my training was so thrilling that even a girl who thought she was straight could barely keep herself together afterwards. I realise she still holds a trigger phrase over my head but she wouldn't think to use it here so I'm safe to indulge. 

And indulge I do, letting this woman use me like a cheap toy in a wholly different manner to how Broodmare just had. Nova is so meticulous in her dismantling of desire, suffocating my wants in a newfound sense of discipline she trains into me every time she denies me the relief I so sorely seek. It's like my body's covered in a rash that just won't stop itching and I'm in need of her sex to soothe me. When she said never... she just meant like, not for a little while, right? Hah, I'm so delirious, I wonder how Hive's doing. 

"Christ, Helena, you're more needy than I was expecting. Such a tease, you put me to shame with that lewd stare. Flickering light in those needy eyes of yours tells me I might actually malnourish you without some good eating, guess discipline can only go so far. If you've got a cute enough puppy, what's an owner to do but relent and spoil them?" Nova sighs with a confident smile and stands up from her seat, dragging me by a handful of hair around her desk as I shuffle on my knees to keep up. I must seem so pathetic, but it feels like I've somehow earned myself a victory here so I don't mind how it looks in the slightest. 

I'm once again reminded that I'm not currently in Joy's body as the difference in pain tolerance becomes shockingly apparent, Nova lifting me up with one superpowered arm hooked under my torso and having me lean against the desk to her office. I rest on my elbows and huff as she locks the strap into place on her waist and lines it up with my dripping, neglected entrance. The arm hooks around my waist again and the most famous woman in the city brings herself closer, pushing cool glass inside of me inch by inch while lacing the fingers of her other hand into mine against the hard oak. As my former idol fucks me against her desk, I rock and moan like I'm supposed to, knowing my lines and stage directions so wonderfully after getting some experience under my belt at long last. Still, this drone is less tight down there than I am which certainly helps me take my deepest fucking to date. 

Between thrusts, my eyes seem to scrunch closed and then flutter open rather dramatically, settling into a steady rhythm after a while and letting my gaze explore the desk a little more freely. This is the desk of the city's number one hero, of course, so it's sure to have some interesting oddities among its... huh?

"Ah... what's..." I can't help but focus on the framed photograph even as Nova's indifferent pounding of my pussy presents a fair distraction. In any other instance she'd have stolen my attention entirely, let me assure you, but this sight before me is just too much for me to pry myself away from. It's a sight that shouldn't exist it just... it makes no sense. 

"Hm?" Nova catches my sudden pivot and leans over, pushing deep inside and tracing my eyeline with a suddenly souring expression. Did I just ruin the mood? "Oh right, I guess you came in just after we lost her, huh? I always forget that you never met her, feels like we've been working together a lot longer than we have." The woman named Nicole rests her chin on my shoulder and looks over at the photograph, her glass dildo stuffing this borrowed womb without moving an inch in either direction. 

"But... who?" I'm just at such a loss for words, confounded completely. All of my thoughts are a disparate mess clattering all over the desk before us. It's a simple photograph of two women that seem happy together, as most people do in any photos worth framing. I recognise the taller one immediately to be Nova herself, before she became the superpowered hero she is today. Even before the incident in space I was one of her biggest fans, the woman was famous even as a regular mortal and I felt so inspired by her in my younger and more hopeful years. Perhaps if she had stayed an astronaut instead of pivoting to a life of crime fighting, I'd have pursued a similar career path. I think it's easier to become a superhero to be perfectly honest, so long as you're lucky enough to develop your own power. Nicole is dressed in a smart sleeveless blouse tucked into fitted trousers, it almost looks like she's at a work event rather than the more romantic scene I believe this is supposed to be. The hero has her arm around the waist of the woman to her side, a raven haired woman with a shy but peppy expression that tells me she's in love. The darker haired woman isn't looking into the lens like Nicole, but staring up at her partner in bemusement while holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Even if she looks so different without the black makeup and eyebags, even if I could never have pictured her in a baby blue sundress until I saw photographic evidence depicting such a thing, I recognise this woman. 

"Don't be stupid, Hive, I haven't quite fucked your brains out just yet. That's Misty, my... well, I suppose we're still married so I can call her my wife even if she's been missing for a while now." Missing, huh? I feel like the one who's lost here, what do you mean my former idol is secretly married to my current one? Is... what is this? "You know it's not something I'm particularly keen to talk about, Helena. You dedicate your second lease on life to saving those of others day by fucking day, only to lose the love of yours." Nova slams her fist into the desk and causes me to jump, splinters sticking out of the wood and my pussy throbbing against the glass still filling me with its full length. 

Even now, so turned on by this woman and simultaneously startled, I can't focus on anything but that picture for more than a few seconds. They look happy and uncomplicated, but now I have to wonder if Nova knows her own wife is the illusive villain plotting her fall from this golden tower of greed and manipulation. And then... at the same time, I have to wonder...

Is that really what this is about?

If it were, why not tell me?

Why not be honest? Didn't I earn that much?

As my eyes narrow in on the sight of the happy couple, I start to wonder if I haven't been lied to. 

If this isn't just... something petty.