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 TITLE: Cinderella Superhero
PART: 2 of 4
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF cons fant ScFi piv size rom 1st F1st
SUMMARY: Astrid tests our her new powers, designs a uniform, and gets a
superhero moniker!

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   Aunt Joan wasn't upset at all, as it turned out.

   Astrid had skipped happily all the way home.  She wasn't sure which she
was more elated about - her new super powers, the incredibly hot lesbian
sex she'd had, or her burgeoning relationship with Al - but there was no
doubt that altogether it made her very excited.  She'd sailed in through
the front door to find Aunt Joan glued to the TV and scribbling notes on
her iPad.

   "Astrid!" the woman exclaimed in response to the little girl's greeting.
"There's a new super in town!  I'm cross-checking references, and I don't
think this one's ever appeared anywhere else!"

   The little brunette grinned.  Trust her fangirl aunt to know everything
about it.  The news anchor on the TV was talking over footage of Astrid's
older superpowered self jabbing fingers at Paragon.  Astrid blushed to see
her nakedness so fully on display, but was struck by how hot she was.  As
hot as the Tho'nyak'chur goddess herself!

   She chewed on a loose strand of her brown hair.  She wished she was that
hot normally.  Her twenty-something-year-old self had such luster to her
hair; she wondered if she would look that way in several years when she
actually reached 25.

   The other thing she hadn't realized, that she could see on the TV, was
that her eyes had been glowing white.  That probably wouldn't happen when
she turned 25.

   "I bet she's been around secretly for a while," Aunt Joan mused.  "Look
at how easily she dismantled Doctor Omega - she knew exactly how to depower
him.  And then she turned invisible, so even Paragon couldn't see her -
look, you can see him scanning with his supervision.  She might have been
active for years with invisibility like that."

   Astrid grinned again, and left Aunt Joan to her speculations as she went
up the stairs to her room.  She closed the door and locked it.  She pointed
to the light switch, and willed it to turn on, but it didn't obey her. 
Nevertheless she felt the core of divine magic sleeping in her soul; she
couldn't use it while in normal teen form.  "Poof!" she cried out
dramatically.  In a flash, she transformed into her utterly gorgeous 25
year old form.  All her senses were heightened, strength surged through her
limbs, and magic danced inside her spirit.

   In the dark room, she could tell that her eyes were indeed glowing
white, as they gave faint illumination.  She pointed to the light switch
again, and this time it obeyed her, flicking on.  She was naked again. 
Apparently instead of resizing or whatever, her clothes just vanished to
wherever her teen-body went.  She should probably do something about that.
Oh!  She should design a costume!

   But she was distracted by her own extra-developed super-body.  The warm
air of the room felt so good on her skin with her heightened sensitivity,
and her nipples hardened.  She touched them lightly with her fingertips,
and gasped aloud at the sizzle of pleasure that rippled through her. 
Without being consciously aware of it, she lay back slightly in mid-air,
hovering as she explored her wonderful new body with her hands,
experiencing incredible sensations of pleasure.

   Her fingers found her pussy and clit, which puffened and leaked moisture
as she played with herself.  In the back of her mind, she imagined Al's
muscular figure and his kind face and his sensuous baritone...  so she
huffed out her rising euphoria in harsh hot pants, before throwing her head
back and crying out as she cummed, soaking her fingers in her virgin dew.
It was several more minutes of pleasure as she brought herself to orgasm
after grunting orgasm, all while thinking of the handsome Al, until her
succulent boobs were heaving with delight, and her smooth skin glistened
with a sheen of sweat.

   Now feeling quite pleased and relaxed, Astrid began experimenting with
her powers.  She found she could do all sorts of things, almost anything
she imagined, simply by wishing it to be so!  And this was only the start
of the sparks growing in her?  It was too amazing to imagine.  She suddenly
recollected that she was still stark nude, and set to designing a costume
for herself - the most important decision for an aspiring young
superheroine, particularly one who was a Cinderella!

   She played around with several ideas, wishing several materials and
designs into and out of existence, before settling on a lavender tunic and
skirt (her favorite color) with gold trim, white leggings, and lavender and
gold boots.  She completed the set with a golden tiara on her forehead. 
Constructed out of pure magic, they were far more durable than the soft
comfortable cloth they felt like against her skin.  She toyed with the
tunic for quite a while, debating how much cleavage to show.  She was a bit
embarrassed by her new tits, but proud of them as well, and finally erred
on the side of showing a deep valley in the hopes that it would draw Al's
attention.

   So what should she do on her first day as a superheroine?  Astrid
pondered for a moment before coming to a decision.  She phased invisibly
through the walls of the house and, seeing Aunt Joan still busy fangirling
over her mysterious appearance earlier, the girl smiled and zoomed through
the roof and into the open air.  It was still light and warm, being early
summer, and Astrid rejoiced in the winds that swept past her, sending her
long lustrous hair streaming gaily behind her.

   She quickly came to the high-rise building near Al's diner, the top few
floors of which had been decimated by Paragon's reckless supersonic flight.
ColMitAR had been and gone, it seemed.  The wreckage had been cleared, and
the basic structure of the upper floors had been rebuilt.  The interiors of
course, while cleaned, were stark and bare.  Astrid frowned.  Had anyone
lived in these rooms?

   As she pondered this, voices drifted up to her ears, picked up by her
heightened hearing.  She peeked down over the edge of the building to see
an old lady exiting the high-rise to be accosted by some ruffians.

   "Hand over the cash, lady, and no one gets hurt," one punk was saying to
the elderly women, a bent and wizened figure who clutched her purse close
to her.

   "No, please," she said.  "My apartment's already been destroyed, I have
nothing else."

   "Don't give me that," the lead punk said.  "ColMitAR will have provided
you a place.  So you can be...  charitable."

   Astrid was about to leap in action, when her favorite voice rang out
through the street.  "Are you having some trouble, Ms.  Carson?" The woman
and punks turned to see Al striding out of the diner towards them.  The
woman looked relieved, the punks annoyed.

   "Stay out of this, fuckface," a punk challenged, him drawing a knife. 
Al lifted his shirt slightly, revealing a gun belt with a pistol in it. 
The punks snarled and drew chains, switchblades and even their own gun or
two.

   "Ms.  Carson," Al said quietly, "go back inside."

   "But what about you?" the old woman said worriedly.

   "We'll talk," Al said.

   Astrid could sense that he was lying.  Al's thoughts were awhirl with
frustration and trepidation, though no actual fear.  He knew he could
protect Ms.  Carson, but knew he would get very hurt doing so.

   Not on her watch!  Astrid bellowed defiantly and dropped from the sky,
landing on the pavement between Al and the punks with a loud bang.  She
sensed the elation from Al and Ms.  Carson, and the shock and wariness from
the punks.

   "Leave them alone," she said, hoping her voice sounded half as
impressive as Al's.

   Apparently, it didn't.  The punks chuckled sinisterly.  "Right, like
we're gonna listen to some chick in a Halloween costume."

   "Guess you haven't seen the news today," Al said dryly.  Astrid grinned
and waved her hand.  The various weapons in the punks' hands turned to
candy.  The chain became an extremely long and thick piece of licorice. 
The knives became chocolate bars.  The pistols became candy canes.  The
punks gaped, and Astrid punched the leader.  With an oof he sailed through
the air to land heavily on the ground several meters away.  Astrid winced;
she hadn't quite realized she was so strong!  She didn't want to hurt
anyone.

   The punks dropped their useless candy weapons and surrounded her,
cracking their knuckles.  Al came up beside her, his pistol drawn.  "Looks
like you'd better leave," he said.  The punks eyed him angrily.

   "He can't take us all," one punk snapped.

   "I can," Astrid retorted.  With a snap of her fingers, the licorice
lengthened and wrapped all around the punks, lashing them all together in a
bound heap.  More licorice appeared and secured their wrists together. 
Then the chocolate bars rose from the ground where the punks had dropped
them and jammed themselves between the punks' teeth, effectively muffling
them.

   The punks tried in vain to bite the chocolate away and break free of the
licorice, but the candy refused to budge.  Astrid turned to Al and Ms. 
Carson, who were beaming at her.  Al appeared at a loss for words.  He
opened his mouth, but the little old lady preempted him, rushing forward
and clasping her hands.

   "Oh thank you, thank you, young lady!  I don't know who you are, I can't
keep up with all you supers, but thank you!"

   Astrid grinned, her expression one of shy pride, but wasn't finished. 
She still had the original reason she had come here.  "You live in one of
the destroyed apartments?" she asked.  Ms.  Carson nodded, her expression
becoming slightly downcast again.  "Anyone else?"

   "Just me," the elderly woman shook her head.  "Everything I owned, gone.
Paintings my father did, my grandmother's blanket, an old piano my brother
left me.  Oh, it's out of tune, but I didn't care, the bingo club and I
always roused ourselves to some good tunes with it."

   "Come with me," Astrid said, offering her hand.  Ms.  Carson took it
hesitantly, and Astrid wrapped an arm around her waist.  She offered
another hand to Al, who took it, still speechless, and Astrid zoomed up
into the sky.

   Ms.  Carson yelped, half in fear, half in excitement, but Al merely
gasped.  Astrid was levitating her two passengers, not only herself, so
that they wouldn't feel the pressures of being dragged along solely by her
hands.  "Which one's yours?" Astrid asked when they reached the top floor
of the partly-reconstructed high-rise.  Ms.  Carson raised a trembling
finger, and Astrid flew into it, phasing them all through the wall.

   Ms.  Carson gasped aloud as her feet touched solid ground again.  Al
caught her, placing a steadying arm around her shoulders.  Astrid said,
"Ms. Carson, I think I can rebuild your apartment, exactly as it was." The
old woman gaped at her, utterly astonished.

   "Can you do that, miss?"

   "I think so," Astrid nodded, "but I don't know what your apartment was
like.  So I need to look at your memories.  Is that okay?"

   Ms.  Carson set her jaw.  "Yes.  Will it hurt?" she asked belatedly.

   "Nope," Astrid said.  At least, she told herself, it shouldn't. 
Tho'nyak'chur were goddesses of fertility and magic, not pain.  She put the
forefinger and middle finger of her hands on Ms.  Carson's temples, and let
the magic surge through her.  In her mind's eye she saw Ms.  Carson's
apartment just as Ms.  Carson remembered it, and a rainbow of light swirled
around them.  Where the light passed, furniture and possessions were
restored, and when it faded, Ms.  Carson's apartment was as good as new.

   Al was gaping.  Ms.  Carson burst into tears.  "Thank you, thank you!"
she gushed.  "I know it's not much, but it's my home." Astrid grinned
broadly.  This is what being a superhero should really be about, she
thought.  Not about beating up bad guys and causing tons of collateral
damage in the process, but helping people and bettering their lives.

   "Thank you," Al finally managed to say, smiling warmly at her.  His
smile made her feel all tingly and warm, and she shivered slightly with
happiness.

   "Who are you?" Ms.  Carson asked.  "I don't know any of you supers by
name, but I want to know yours."

   "Er..." Astrid stammered.  She hadn't thought to come up with any hero
name.  How could she have forgotten that?!

   Al seemed to notice her floundering, so offered, "She's a good
samaritan, is what she is." Astrid smiled thankfully at him.  She liked the
sound of that!

   "I try to be," she said modestly.  "I guess I should be going now." What
was the proper way to disengage from people she just rescued?  Most heroes
just set them down and flew off; but she had rebuilt Ms.  Carson's
apartment, and she didn't really want to leave Al.  With her heightened
senses, she could smell his intoxicating musk, and hear his strong
masculine heartbeat, and it made her excited in all sorts of incredible,
and physical, ways.

   She blushed, and before she could change her mind, she zoomed out,
phasing through the wall and into the sky.  She was surprised to note a
news crew already outside the front door of the high-rise; apparently, her
little rescue had been spotted.  She turned invisible, but watched as Al
and Ms.  Carson came out of the front a few minutes later and gushed about
her to the reporters.  Al called her a good samaritan again, and the
journalists seized on that, calling her Samaritan.

   Astrid decided she liked the sound of that, and not only because Al had
more or less suggested it.  Grinning to herself, she kept watching as Al
sent the tired Ms.  Carson back inside and dealt with the reporters
himself. When they finally left, he went back to his diner, or rather his
apartment above it.  Astrid phased invisibly through the walls and watched
him curiously, unable to stay away.

   Her eyes widened in fascination as Al shucked all his clothes, revealing
his incredibly muscular frame - and his gigantic cock!  Astrid's mouth fell
open as his 16 inches of dickmeat, thick around as a coke can, dangled
between his legs.  He was breathing heavily, and his dick was twitching,
leaking precum, and Astrid realized her crush was horny!  How long had he
been horny?

   He stepped into his shower and turned on the water, before taking his
mammoth appendage in his broad hands and stroking himself off.  Before
Astrid's amazed eyes, his incredible shlong swelled and rose, becoming a
meaty pillar of enormous virility as Al jacked himself.  Curious what he
was thinking about, Astrid peeked into his thoughts, and was astonished and
gratified to see herself in his mind!  A vivid image of herself, in her
gorgeous superhero form, fully naked as she was earlier today while
confronting Doctor Omega, was crystallized in his mind, and she blushed as
his mind's eye envisioned her luscious curves clearly.

   He groaned in pleasure, and Astrid began touching her own cunt beneath
her skirt, panting as she watched Al jerk off his delicious cockmeat.  She
saw in Al's mind his fantasies of fucking her luscious 25-year-old form,
and gasped when these fantasies were interspersed with another figure: her
own 18 year old self!  Right there, at the forefront of Al's mind, was an
image of himself sliding his cock into Astrid's 18 year old cunt.  Oh, he
didn't realize she was one and the same as Samaritan of course, but he
found both forms incredibly hot, and Astrid's skin flushed hotter, seeing
how in Al's eyes, her 18 year old self was phenomenally gorgeous.

   Tweaking her clit, she arched her head back and ululated out her delight
as she creamed.  For several long moments she was locked in bliss, before
becoming aware that, in the throes of her ecstasy, she had become both
visible and audible, and Al was staring at her in shock from the shower
cubicle, his nude muscular form dripping wet.

   "Samaritan?" he gaped.

   Astrid blushed a deep fiery crimson.  "Sorry!  I'm sorry!" she
stammered. "I just, um..." Al recognized her expression; he had seen it on
countless females throughout his life.  It was unfettered lust for him and
his gigantic cock.

   "It's okay," he said, and reached for her, placing his steadying hands
on her shoulders.  "I'm immensely flattered..." She looked up at him, his
huge kind brown eyes, and with one accord, leaning towards one another,
their lips met.  Rapture sizzled through the seemingly 25 year old girl,
and she cupped his face in her hands as Al wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her close to his wet muscular frame.

   Pleasure purred in her young throat as she felt his warm flesh, and she
subconsciously dismissed her clothing, moaning as she felt her naked skin
pressed into Al's.  In the haze of their desire, she found herself on the
bed, Al staring passionately into her eyes as he knelt over her, his
bloated knob pressing at the plump entrance to her virgin pussy.  "Take
me..." she murmured, her voice a lusty plea to be deflowered and ravished,
and Al obeyed her, sliding his massive cock into her.

   Astrid's back arched in delight as his immense shaft split her womanly
cunt apart.  Her hot satin walls clenched and rippled and gobbled greedily
on him as he fed her hungry pussy every inch he had to give her.  Her legs
wrapped around his waist as she bucked her body up into his hips, sinking
him fully inside her.  Al's deep groan of animal bliss reverberated through
her, and Astrid's body trembled almost violently with ecstasy from feeling
his utterly massive cockmeat lurching inside her.

   Her virginal pussy gushed juices onto his fat nuts, and then he began
fucking her, reaming her with that magnificent fucktool.  Her screams rang
through the bedroom as he pounded her savagely.  Although she was far far
stronger than he was, there something so utterly masculine and intoxicating
about his mortal strength as he pummeled her soaking wet pussy.  She bucked
her hips frenziedly up into his, and threw her head back as she cummed.

   Her pussy clamped down on his cock as he rutted her, and her body locked
up into quivering rapture as she sprayed her juices directly into Al's
hairy crotch.  Al's breath caught in his throat, and he burst like a dam
inside her, splurting floods of hot potent jizz inside her fertile virgin
womb.  Al's cock was a neverending fountain of cum, painting her insides
white for several minutes of nonstop mutual climax.

   Neither of them knew it, but Al's powerful spunk was drowning Astrid's
fertile eggs in baby-batter, thoroughly knocking her up.

   And when it was over, they began stroking into one another again, and
again, and another time after that.  Over and over they sated their lust
for each other, deep into the night as the summer sun set.

   And so Astrid was not aware of it, as she lay in Al's arms, of the
figure moving silently through the streets a block away.  A woman in a
black skinsuit traced with glowing orange lines adjusted her goggles, which
themselves gave faint yellowish-green illumination.  In one hand she held a
technical device of some sort, with which she took readings.  She spoke
into a microphone taped to her throat, feeding her voice to a miniature
antenna rising from her earpiece.

   "Faint traces remain.  Patterns of Doctor Omega and Brigade members
sifted and identified.  Other vague energy remnants, not matching any known
profile.  Supposition: this new super's energy traces.  Signature does not
match known mystical, technological, genetic, or paradimensional energies."

   A voice, filtered mechanically to be anonymous, hissed into her
earpiece. "You are not paid to suppose anything, Little Finger."

   "Am I paid for providing unhelpful information?" the woman snapped. 
"There is nothing of use in these readings."

   "There you are wrong," the voice hissed.  "And that is why you are not
paid to do the thinking.  Stick to your job and complete the scans." The
woman fought down a snide response and obeyed, before vanishing into the
night.

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