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 TITLE: Cinderella Superhero
PART: 1 of 4
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: FF cons fant ScFi trib oral cunnilingus 1st F1st
SUMMARY: In a world where superheroes are real, a young woman is
bestowed fabulous powers by a goddess.

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   Astrid took a generous lick of her ice cream cone - three large scoops
of mint chocolate chip, her favorite - as she watched the distant battle in
the sky.  Doctor Omega had built another octomaton - this one a flying
fortress equipped with ray cannons on each mechanical appendage - and Ruby
Point City's resident superheroes were fighting it valiantly.  The Brigade
was short one member though; Paragon had been on the other side of the
world, fighting an incursion of hostile water kami in Japan.

   A sonic boom echoed through the city and had the 18 year old brunette's
ears ringing as the superhero in question zoomed through the air from
across the ocean bay.  He passed too close to a high-rise, and the top
several stories of it imploded from the boom, glass shattering outwards and
spilling to the streets below in a rain of jagged shards.

   Astrid winced; that had been a little too close, just a couple blocks
down the street.  ColMitAR was still in central square, where the flying
octamaton had first emerged.  With a resounding explosion, Paragon slammed
into the mechanical beast, slapping away laser beams with impunity as he
bear wrestled the gigantic thing.

   Astrid, however, looked concernedly down the street.  She knew that high
rise had a lot of vacancies, and hoped no one had been living on the top
floors.  Hustling down the street, she spotted a gaggle of other teens
standing on the sidewalk in front of it, looking in awe at the partially
destroyed building.

   "Hey, are you all okay?" she called.  She didn't know what she could do,
but maybe she could help, at least until ColMitAR was able to disengage
from central square.  The kids turned, and Astrid gulped as she recognized
the meanest bullies of Hartford High School.

   "Oh, look," one of them, a fat girl a year older than Astrid but held
back a year for flunking, sneered.  She spit a wad of chewing tobacco on
the street.  "It's a little superhero."

   "Heroine," Astrid corrected automatically, then swallowed nervously.

   "Yeah," said another one, a scrawny but tough and mean scrapper, "we
could use some ice cream."

   "And you don't have enough for all of us," a third bully added, "so
we'll need some money to buy more."

   Astrid began backing away nervously, hoping the change in her pocket
wasn't jingling.  The bullies began approaching her, spreading out in an
arc to surround her-

   "Scram."

   A strong voice, deep and resonating, thundered down the street, and for
an instant Astrid imagined that Paragon himself had come to her rescue.  In
time, she and the bullies turned their heads to see a man emerging from the
diner half a block away.

   "Leave her alone," the man repeated, scowling at the bullies.  "For that
matter, just leave." The bullies' gazes shot daggers at both him and
Astrid, but grudgingly acquiesced, not wanting to get into it with an adult
who was evidently buff and had some measure of authority.

   As the bullies disappeared around the corner, the man's scowl
disappeared, and he turned a kindly smile on Astrid.  "Come in, lass," he
said, gesturing to the diner.  "I can give you a Coke on the house."

   Astrid's eyes were boggled.  He was gorgeous!  His musculature was
evident even through his shirt, and his face was kind and wrinkled with a
smile that weakened her knees.  His eyes were puppy dog brown, and he had
dark hair, almost black.

   The 18 year old girl wished she was that good looking.  She just had
regularl ol' brown hair.  It was boring.  It wasn't perfectly straight, but
it wasn't curly either, just a sort of ambivalent inbetween.  And between
her dorky glasses and her tiny A-cup tits, her appearance wouldn't impress
anyone.  She finally remembered to answer, and said, "Thanks, mister,"
smiling radiantly at him.

   Astrid went into the diner, and the man followed, throwing a glare down
the street in case any of the bullies were sticking around.  The diner was
a simple affair, with a row of booths along the windows, an aisle running
along them, and a counter on the other side of the aisle.  There were no
other customers - likely everyone was out watching the battle - and Astrid
slid into a booth as the man brought her a fountain glass of iced Coke.

   "I'm Al," he said, and a little tingle shivered through the girl at his
glorious baritone.  "What's your name?"

   "Astrid," she said, sipping on the Coke, and unconsciously brushing her
hair out of her face.  "Thanks for that."

   "No problem," he smiled gently back.  "You alright?"

   "Yeah." She giggled.  "My hero."

   Al blushed a deep shade of scarlet that made Astrid laugh out loud. 
"You're the hero - heroine," he corrected himself, winking at the girl and
prompting another giggle from her.  "Making sure those other kids were
okay."

   "You saw that?"

   "I see just about everything that happens in this neighborhood," Al
chuckled.  He settled himself onto one of the red-cushioned stools, leaning
back against the counter.  "That was brave, and kind of you."

   Now it was Astrid's turn to blush.  "Well, I don't have any
superpowers," she allowed.  "But I want to work for ColMitAR when I'm old
enough."

   Al raised his eyebrows encouragingly.  "They accept volunteers as young
as 21.  So you've got, what, another year?"

   "Three," she sighed, kicking her feet under the table as she alternated
between eating her ice cream cone and washing it down with Coke.

   Eighteen.  This little angel was 18 years old.  Al regarded her, trying
not to be overbearing.  But she was utterly adorable.  She had silky hair
falling in waves down nearly to her waist, her locks the delicious color of
milk chocolate.  Her eyes were a bold, vivid green, mirrored by
outrageously cute glasses, that took his breath away, and her face was the
picture of angelic beauty.  Little swells just barely pushed out her blouse
in an obscenely cute way.

   He was grateful for the loose jeans he was wearing; they hid the way his
cock was threatening to pop a boner.  It was just a consequence of Shaniqua
moving away, he figured.  The 25 year old woman he'd been dating was just
as big a horn dog as Al himself was, and without that outlet, he was
extremely horny nearly all the time.

   There was a tremendous bang, and the thunder of a distant explosion
rattled the windows.  "Guess the Brigade's beaten Doctor Omega again," he
hazarded.  "For the umpteenth time."

   "47th," Astrid said.  At Al's look, she giggled.  "My aunt Joan is a
superhero fangirl.  Always spouting off facts." She suddenly sat up
straight.  "Aunt Joan!  I promised to be back home at 4 o'clock." A glance
at the diner's wall clock revealed it was 5 till.  "I gotta go, Al.  Thanks
again!"

   In a flurry of teenage energy, she dashed out, leaving Al with an eyeful
of cute little buttocks clad in tight denim shorts.  He had a raging boner
now, but at least there was no one in here he had to hide it from now. 
Maybe he could beat his meat really quick in the back...

   Astrid ran down the street at full speed, even as ColMitAR - Ruby Point
City's Collateral Mitigation and Reconstruction Agency - was mobilizing on
the damaged high-rise, efficiently cleaning and rebuilding.  She spared a
glance at them, but stumbled - tripped - her ice cream cone went flying -
the sidewalk came up to meet her - she closed her eyes, thrusting out her
hands-

   The impact never came.  Astrid opened her eyes - and goggled.  She
wasn't on the street.  In fact, she wasn't anywhere in Ruby Point City. 
Instead, she was in a palatial throne room.  Banners covered with strange
symbols hung from the ceiling, pillars of gold lined marble walls, and a
long red carpet stretched out before her, leading between the pillars to a
great raised dais at the far end.

   Thrones lined the aisle on either side of the red carpet, between the
massive pillars.  There were 9 thrones on the dais at the end, each grander
than the ones between which Astrid walked now.  Her mouth was dropped in a
round 'O' of astonishment.  Where was she?  How had she gotten here?  Was
she dreaming?

   She reached the dais.  The central of the nine thrones was the grandest
of all, but it was the throne upon its left side which was occupied; all
the other thrones in the great room were empty.  Astrid goggled at the sole
occupant.  It was a young woman, and she was naked!

   She was young, or looked to be so, about 25 years old.  She had long
curls the shade of red-gold fire, falling nearly to her ankles.  Her boobs
were large and ripe, perfectly round and perky, stemmed with pink nipples
that hardened before Astrid's amazed eyes.  Her pussy was bare and plump
and moist, and Astrid gulped, as she felt a stirring in her own teenage
cunt.

   "Hail, child of stars," the gorgeous girl spoke, and her voice was a
resonant soprano that tingled along Astrid's skin.

   "Hi," the eighteen year old brunette managed to say, her mouth dry.  She
thought her voice sounded tinny and boring next to this goddess'.  "Who are
you?  Where am I?"

   "I am the last of the Tho'nyak'chur," the girl said.  "You would call us
goddesses.  Once we were many; we filled these thrones you see.  Fertility
and magic were our domains, and here in the paradise of this our
otherplanar realm, we were worshipped and revered."

   Astrid felt sad.  This girl - Tho'nyak'chur - was so wonderful in body
and voice, and even her very presence was restorative and refreshing.  To
think that all others of her kind were gone...  "What happened to them?"
she asked.

   "They were slain," the goddess said softly.  "By a great Enemy.  One by
one he murdered my sisters and ravaged our realm.  He sought to consume our
essences, our divine souls, sparks that are the core of our immortality and
magic.  But I tricked him, and hid all the sparks from him ere he could
devour them, just as I hid myself so that he never found me."

   "Can you, I don't know, bring them back?  If you have the sparks."

   "You are wise," the goddess nodded.  "Any virgin maiden may receive a
spark, and the magicks will incubate within her, making her a champion
among mortals as she slowly grows into a goddess like unto the
Tho'nyak'chur."

   Astrid's eyes were large as saucers.  "You're...  you're going to give
me a spark?" She hardly dared breathe, hardly dared believe it.

   "No," was the reply.  Astrid barely had time to be disappointed before
the goddess continued, "I am going to give you all of them, save mine."

   The brunettte's eyes bugged out of her head, but the goddess went on. 
"There are virgins many in this plane.  Ravaged though my realm may be, yet
life persists and thrives.  But the Enemy would sense the newly implanted
spark and sweep down upon the poor maiden to consume her.  Even were I to
grant one of my people all the sparks, they would still be incubating, and
thus too weak to fend off the Enemy."

   Her glowing eyes held Astrid's fast.  "But in you, I shall hide away all
the sparks in another plane beyond mine - your world.  Where the Enemy will
not sense them.  Over time, you shall grow in power, till you become a
supergoddess with the power of all Tho'nyak'chur combined, and not even the
Enemy shall overcome you."

   Astrid swallowed, and wondered if she dared ask her next question, to
look a gift horse in the mouth.  "Why me?" she whispered.  She was excited
and afraid all at once, her entire body was trembling.

   "Long have I cast my sight throughout all the planes," the goddess
replied.  "I sought the bravest and fairest virgin, and found you.  You are
pure, and keen, and kind, which you must be.  For you must be pure of body
to receive the sparks, keen of mind to well them well, and kind of heart to
wield them rightly."

   "I...  thank you!" Astrid didn't know what to say.  "Um...  will it
hurt?"

   Now it looked as though the goddess' glowing eyes twinkled.  "Quite the
opposite.  It will likely be the most pleasurable experience you have yet
had in your young life." She spread her legs, revealing the sweet wet
treasure of her bald succulent twat.  "The circle must be opened.  Come,
kiss me upon my intimate lips."

   The eighteen year old girl's eyes bugged out again, and she gulped.  Yet
she couldn't deny that her small-chested nipples were hardening beneath her
blouse, nor the wetness of her little pussy beneath her denim shorts. 
She'd never been attracted to a girl before, but this Tho'nyak'chur exuded
sexuality.

   Hesitantly, Astrid knelt before the throne and bent her head between
those luscious, lithe legs.  She could smell the wet fragrance wafting from
the goddess' divine pussy, and then she pressed a soft gentle kiss to those
plump, rapidly purpling lips.

   The fervence of the goddess' moan almost surprised her, even as Astrid's
plush young lips were stained with ambrosial moisture.  Her nostrils filled
with sweetness, the brunette daringly lingered there, kissing up and down
the goddess' slit.  The glorious being was writhing in her throne, and
Astrid instinctively licked, her small tongue darting into her hot dewy
crevice.

   The Tho'nyak'chur hissed in pleasure, and her clit peeked out of her
hood.  Astrid nipped lightly on that love button, and the goddess shrieked,
juicing hard and smearing the surprised 18 year old brunette's face with
nectar.

   As the goddess' thrashing eventually slowed, her breath returned to her
in gasps and pants.  Astrid grinned a bit foolishly up at her, proud of
herself, an the goddess smiled back, stroking her hair.  "Now I will close
the circle, maiden brave and fair."

   Astrid's eyes widened.  Did she mean what Astrid thought she meant?  She
never had anyone touch her pussy before except herself, in clumsy
masturbatory attempts.  Her body tingled, almost aflame with anticipation
as she lay back on the rich red carpet.  Before she could wriggle herself
out of her shorts, the goddess' eyes flashed, and suddenly, the eighteen
year old's clothes vanished.

   The brunette gasped heatedly as her young supple flesh was exposed to
the warm air.  Her skin was prickled with goosebumps, and her nipples were
hard pebbles atop her tiny tits.  Her eighteen year old pussy lips were
plump and reddened with desire, and glistened wetly.

   The goddess sniffed her aroma appreciatively, inhaling deeply.  Astrid
shivered as her breath blew lightly upon her pussy, and then the goddess'
head dived between her legs to lick and lap madly.  The 18 year old cried
out in shocked pleasure.  No sweet foreplay this; instead the goddess was
eating her fresh young cunt out with gusto.

   That wonderful tongue dived into all sorts of places, licking every
crevice and flicking the tip at her pea-sized clitty.  Astrid shrieked, and
her entire slim body spasmed as she cummed.  Her legs locked around the
goddess' head, burying that gorgeous face into her juicing twat, and the
Tho'nyak'chur kept eagerly licking, drawing out her young virginal climax.

   As Astrid convulsed, she felt more than pleasure washing through her. 
Power surged through her veins as she was filled with magic.  The circle
was complete, goddess with mortal girlchild, and the divine sparks of the
dozens of Tho'nyak'chur goddesses who had once lived passed into the young
virgin's own soul.

   The eighteen year old girl knew only pleasure for an ageless time, and
when it passed, she blinked open her eyes.  She was back on the street just
a block down from Al's diner!  But everything was strange - smaller, and
shorter.

   She looked down at her body, and her shock was twofold.  First, she was
older!  Her limbs had lengthened, and she'd grown in stature to appear as a
woman the same age as the Tho'nyak'chur goddess.  And she had boobs - real
boobs, big ones!!  Delicious-looking perky boobs, perfectly round and as
big as cantaloupes, if not bigger, perched tall and proud upon her chest.
Her hips were wider too, yet she was still slim.  Her hair was lustrous and
shiny now, and she felt strong and quick.  And there were no glasses
perched on her nose, yet she could see perfectly!

   The other thing that shocked her, was that she was stark naked out here
in a public street.  Embarrassment colored her cheeks, and she glanced
around, instinctively covering her pussy with her hand.

   Fortunately, no seemed to be around - though she cast a look down the
block at the diner, half-hoping Al was looking out the window at her, and
half-hoping he wasn't - and she wondered where she could go, to get clothes
or something.  And what would she say to Aunt Joan?

   "Ah, my dear, you are precisely what I am looking for." Astrid whirled
around to see a horrific sight.  Light blinked into existence, revealing a
cyborg man dropping his invisibility.  He was only 5 and a half feet tall,
but bulky with muscle and metal mass.  One of his eyes was a red orb set in
a black and silver metal socket.  Strange symbols were drawn upon his
shaven scalp.

   Doctor Omega, supervillain extraordinaire and one of the Brigade's
nemeses.

   He seized her arm and wrapped one of his metal arms around her neck,
holding her against his side as a hostage.  At that very moment, Astrid
espied several forms floating down from the sky.  The Brigade had arrived!

   Elementelle was surrounded in whipping winds of her own conjuration,
bearing her aloft, her long pink hair whipping about her sensuous form,
clad in brightly colored spandex.  Arsenal, her long blonde ponytail
whipping in Elementelle's winds, was on a hoverpad, aiming a crossbowgun at
Doctor Omega threateningly, and the always-silent Black Knight was on his
steed, a mysterious horse made of shadow that walked on air as easily as
land.

   Paragon landed first, in front of his fellow teammates.  He was a
blueyed blonde pillar of masculinity, with a square jaw and bright white
teeth.  His body rippled with invulnerable musculature beneath his blue and
golden spandex, and his like-colored cape blew behind him.  "Give it up,
Doctor," he said, and his voice was deep and resonant, full of power and
confidence.

   In a surreal moment, Astrid's mind chose that moment to decide that she
liked Al's voice, a sensuous baritone all its own, better than this cocky
apartment-destroying showboater's.  She registered eyes peeking out of
windows all around them, and Al himself had come out of the diner with a
shotgun!  A flush of heat, and no small embarrassment, soared through her;
her hero had wanted to rescue her again!

   "I think not," the cyborg said, his voice metallic and grating.  "I have
a hostage, you see.  I want you all to stay right here, and not move an
inch as I summon my phasicorus pod.  I will get into it and vanish away,
and she will be released."

   "But," his voice hardened as Paragon took a menacing step forward, and
his arm tightened about her neck, "come closer, and her neck snaps." To
emphasize his point, a burning laser beam struck out from his robotic eye
to sizzle into the asphalt just before Paragon's toe.

   Astrid had had enough.  She was in a mysteriously older body, had just
had hot lesbian sex with a goddess, and now was taken hostage to be
bartered over, and to top things off, she was BLOODY NAKED!

   She whipped about, effortlessly breaking Doctor Omega's grip, and held
up her hand, telekinetically lifting him clear up into the air!  The cyborg
sputtered, astonished, and she barely heard the Brigade's gasps behind her.
His metallic limbs beat ineffectually on her head, and his eye flashed a
high-powered laser at her face.  Steam rose from her head, and when it
cleared, Astrid was unharmed.  It hadn't even hurt!

   At that moment, a round metal pod rose up through the ground, having
phased through it without drilling through the earth: Doctor Omega's
phasicorus pod!  The cyborg managed to press a switch on his wrist, and
weaponry bristled from the pod to fire at Astrid, but again she was
unharmed.  With a thought wrapped in instinctive power, she create a
shimmering concave rainbow to contain the explosive discharges, preventing
any collateral damage.

   Then, with her free hand, she pulled the energy cylinder out of Doctor
Omega's chest.  A distinctive humming could be heard whirring into silence
as the cyborg powered down.  Only his life support, vocal, and basic motor
functions were left intact on his emergency power circuits.  "Thank you,
Aunt Joan," she murmured, thinking of all the times her aunt had listed the
various well-known weaknesses of the Brigade's enemies.

   Doctor Omega was gaping at her, and she turned around to grin
triumphantly at the Brigade - and at Al, who had lowered the shotgun and
was staring in awe.  Paragon seemed a little nonplussed - perhaps a little
put out that the damsel had rescued herself instead of requiring his
intervention - but recovered himself with a broad smile and stepped towards
her.

   "Are you alright, my lady?" he said.

   "You ASShole!" she yelled at him.  Paragon blinked and stopped in
mid-step, his smile frozen uncertainly on his face.  "Do you see that
apartment building up there?" She pointed down the street at the building
whose top two floors had been blown out by the superhero's earlier sonic
boom.  "YOU did that."

   Her finger jabbed at his chest accusingly.  "You do as much damage as
Doctor Omega, and he's trying to destroy things.  Do you ever think about
that?  Do you ever thinking about the people who have to clean up after
you, or who have to live with the messes you make?" Paragon opened his
mouth to reply, but was forestalled with Astrid's continuing rant.

   "No, you don't!" she concluded.  "Just drop the bad guy off at the
Vault, and off to the Garrison it is with you, where you live like a bloody
king.  I don't see the Garrison ever being damaged!"

   "I understand you're a bit rattled after being taken hostage," Paragon
said smoothly.  Astrid opened her mouth angrily, but then Paragon added,
"and being stripped in public." Astrid's eyes goggled.  In the excitement,
she'd completely forgotten she was nude as a strumpet.

   Even as Paragon took off his cape to offer her, she wished to be away,
and invisible.

   And just like that, it was so.

   She was high up in the air over Ruby Point City, floating in the sunny
winds.  It was glorious!  She could see so far!  She could even see down
below her, where Paragon was looking all around with his super senses. 
Apparently her wish - from her own divine magic, bestowed upon her by the
Tho'nyak'chur sparks - had made her undetectable even to that superhuman's
oft-boasted senses.

   And she could hear so much.  People's thoughts and feelings below her
drifted up to her.  In the biographies of various psionic heroes in Aunt
Joan's house, it was nearly always spoken of how a burgeoning psionic was
overwhelmed the first time she began to hear other people's thoughts.  Not
so for Astrid.  She was able to sift through it with ease, without being
deluged.

   She could sense Paragon's anger and humiliation, with his typical
arrogance beneath.  He was a smarmy bastard as far as she was concerned,
and her telepathic senses confirmed that.

   But the new superheroine could also sense someone else.  Someone whose
heart was noble and kind.  Someone who was worriedly thinking about a
little eighteen year old brunette whom he had just seen walking down the
street when Doctor Omega had appeared-

   Astrid gasped.  Quick as a wish, she zoomed down invisibly to Lexington
Avenue, and with a dramatic "POOF" declared from her lips with gusto, she
was a mousy little teen again.  Her clothes were back on, thankfully, as
were her glasses, nd she was visible.  She couldn't feel her magic - or
psionics, or whatever the hell it all was - surging through her anymore,
but could sense it within reach.

   She only had to call the magicks to her, and the divine power would
surge to life within her, apparently making her older and MUCH lovelier in
the process.  She hurried down the street to the diner.  "Al?" she called,
and he turned to see her.  He'd been talking to a police officer, asking
about her!  A broad grin split his face as she waved, and she felt all warm
and gooey inside.

   He cared enough about her to be concerned, since he had seen her walk
down the street and then suddenly seen a supervillain altercation a few
minutes afterwards.  "Thank god you're alright, Astrid!" he exclaimed.

   Thank goddess, she thought, suppressing a grin.  He remembered her name,
too!  "Well, sort of," she allowed.

   Al instantly looked alarmed.  "What's wrong?  Are you hurt?"

   "I'm fine," she assured him, and gestured at the clock tower visible
over the skyline, which read 4:23.  "But my aunt Joan is going to be
livid."

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