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 TITLE: Cinderella Superhero
PART: 3 of 4
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MFFF cons fant ScFi piv size rom 1st F1st
SUMMARY: Astrid teams up with other heroes, and continues her romance
with the well-hung Al.

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   'SAMARITAN FEEDS HOMELESS'

   'SAMARITAN - HOAX OR HERO?'

   'SAMARITAN CAUGHT KISSING PARAGON'

   'SAMARITAN BUILDS HOUSING'

   'SAMARITAN BUSTS DRUG GANG'

   The many screens in the command center of the Garrison - on the top
floor of Ruby Point City's most distinctive skyscraper - were filled with
images, news reports, and speculative articles (some completely fabricated,
such as the tabloid trumpeting Samaritan's romance with Paragon), all
relating to Ruby Point City's newest superhero.  Other screens depicted
information gathered from scans and observations.

   "Nothing," Paragon gritted his teeth.  "We know nothing about her."

   "We could-- You know," Elementelle said hesitantly.

   "No!" Paragon denied her.  "Absolutely not.  Under no circumstances."

   "Well, that doesn't matter," Arsenal cut in, "because I have some
information right here." She punched some keys on the supercomputer, and
new holographically projected screens appeared.

   Paragon regarded her suspiciously.  "You didn't get this from the
Observer, did you?"

   "Nope," Arsenal said, tossing her blonde ponytail.  "Obtained it from
governmental channels.  Which may or may not have received a donation from
Serodyne Industries enabling them to broker a deal with outside agencies."

   Paragon scowled - Arsenal's civilian alter ego was the founder and owner
of Serodyne Inustries - but chose not to press the point.  Elementelle
restrained a giggle.  The Black Knight, as always, said nothing.

   "Registers human, but with trace molecular elements not native to this
world, this dimension, or any others in the known databases," Arsenal
murmured as she scanned the data.  "No psionic signatures, no mystic
anomalies, but possesses abilities that mimic those powers.  Flight, super
strength, untested levels of invulnerability, spontaneous creation and
rearranging of matter.  Supposition: extradimensional reality warper,
bestowed those abilities from a remote, uncatalogued plane.  Psychological
profile: observation and recorded actions indicate idealism, generosity,
inexperience."
"Well, that's a kettle of fish," Elementelle said brightly.  "Reality

warping?  That's major stuff.  But she seems on the level."

   "I don't trust her," Paragon said.

   Arsenal looked squarely at the leader of the Brigade.  "You're just sore
that someone else is stealing your spotlight.  Maybe if you built some
buildings like her, instead of knocking them down."

   "It's not my fault the Tribune tossed me into the factory," Paragon
argued.

   "Maybe not," Elementelle said, "but it looked bad when Samaritan rescued
the factory workers while you went back to tussling with Tribune."

   Paragon gave a longsuffering sigh.  "If I hadn't restrained him, many
more buildings would have been destroyed." Elementelle shrugged.

   "She's still an unknown quantity," Arsenal mused.  "We need intensive
close-range scans, and a way to control her, if she turns out to be a
threat.  Only one thing to do." She looked at her fellow Brigade members.
"Invite her to the team."

   ***



   Astrid skipped lightly down the sidewalk to Al's cafe.  She was walking
on clouds after being cheered on by the crowds of people as she'd used her
godly abilities to repair the downtown bridge, after dismantling the
Greasemonkey Gang's Demolition Derby.  Now she was hurrying to her crush's
diner - her lover's diner, she corrected herself with a sigh of bliss.  In
the month since her debut, she and Al had fucked regularly, albeit always
while she was in her drop-dead-gorgeous superheroic form.  She hadn't told
Al her true age and identity, not knowing how he would react.

   The bell rang as she opened the diner door, the cool air hitting her as
a refreshing blast in the face.  She stopped short as she saw Al talking to
a young woman over the counter.  The woman - she couldn't be out of her
teens yet - was in slutty clothes and was very obviously a prostitute. 
Astrid couldn't help but notice the way her hand lingered on Al's as he bid
her farewell.  She turned and walked past the eighteen year old girl to
exit.

   Astrid watched the door close behind her, then furrowed her brow as she
went up to the counter and climbed up onto a barstool.  "Hey Astrid!" Al
greeted her, his smile making her knees weak and cunt wet as always.

   "I didn't know you slept with whores," she said, her lip twisting in
disapproval.

   Al laughed heartily.  "Honey, I've never had to pay a woman to sleep
with me.  Though I've been offered cash to sleep with them many times. 
That's Edna; she's a drug addict and a sex addict, and she won't get help."
His countenance darkened; he clearly disapproved, yet just as clearly felt
sympathy for the young woman.  "She always asks me for money, but of course
I never give her any.  I give her food though, and I'm an ear for her to
complain to when she needs it." He sighed.  "You can't change people who
don't want to change, but I do what I can."

   Astrid had gotten very used to being able to identify whether or not
people were telling the truth or not, due to her powers, but at the moment,
she was in her normal form, and her abilities weren't available to her. 
She studied Al closely, and decided to trust him, based on his tone and
expression now, and what she knew of his character.  "Okay.  That's awful
nice of you."

   He shrugged noncommittally as he gave her a fountain drink, and she
sipped from the straw.  "Just seems the decent human thing to do," he said.

   "Not everyone is a decent human," Astrid pointed out.  He had no answer
to that.  She kicked her feet under the counter as she sipped her coke. 
"So you said you sleep with a lot of girls?  Do you have a girlfriend?"

   Of course, she knew he did; she was the one making hot passionate love
to him every day as her Samaritan alter ego.  And she knew, from her
telepathic insights when in superhero form, that he lusted after her normal
eighteen year old form too - a fact which made her feel all hot and special
inside - but she wondered what he would say.

   "I've slept with a lot of girls before," he said.  "Usually never been
exclusive with one.  I've got a girlfriend now - well, I guess she's my
girlfriend.  Maybe she's more like my fuckbuddy - she always wants to fuck
me, and I do admit I enjoy it."

   Astrid giggled.  "Is she a good lay?"

   "Best I've ever had," he nodded, a faraway look in his eye.  "I haven't
even wanted to fuck another girl since I started fucking her."

   "Really?" she arched her eyebrow.  She knew for a fact that he often
lusted after her, as he didn't know that she, Astrid, was the same as
herself, Samaritan.

   "Well," he allowed, "I am guy - when I see a hot girl, I want to fuck
her.  But I haven't really done any serious fantasizing - except maybe for
one or two girls." He looked at her, and quickly looked away.  Astrid
glowed; he was talking about her!

   "Well, your girlfriend's very lucky," she said brightly.

   "Thanks," he actually blushed a little.  "Really, I'm the lucky one. 
She's beautiful and strong and perfect - I have no idea what she sees in a
normal guy like me."

   "Your godsized cock," Astrid muttered under her breath, then said aloud,
"Well, Al, you're super nice and handsome, and you own your own business.
I'd date you!"

   He actually blushed again.  "Thanks, Astrid.  Means a lot coming from
you.  Want some ice cream?" he added, as she finished her coke.

   "Nah," she said, and confided, "I've been gaining a lot of weight in the
past month.  Don't want to overdo it."

   "Nonsense," he said, "you look like a supermodel."

   She flushed, pleased, but shook her head.  "No, really.  I'm not sure
why.  Aunt Joan says it's just a late growth spurt, but it all seems to be
going to my tummy." She regarded her gut critically.  She didn't seem to be
able to affect her normal body with her powers, unfortunately.

   "If you say so," Al said skeptically.  "I think you're still beautiful
as can be." She beamed at him, when a loud boom rattled the windows.  "Hmm,
care to wager what crisis is hitting the city now?" he laughed.

   "I dunno," she said, "but I'd better go.  Aunt Joan always wants me to
head home whenever a crisis happens." This wasn't strictly true; Joan
always told her to find safety and call her to let her know she was okay.
But it was the best excuse Astrid had to leave quickly and transform into
her superhero self.  "Bye, Al!  You're the best!"

   He waved at her, as she dashed out of the diner and ducked into an
alley. With a quick look to confirm she was alone, she pulled on the thread
of magic in her mind and transformed instantly into her lusciously
beautiful 25 year old form.  She zoomed straight up into the air, looking
around and sweeping the area with her enhanced senses.

   There.  The Brigade was fighting the Gravekeeper.  She made a face;
necromancers were gross!  Zombie hordes were shuffling through the city
blocks, or trying to - Elementelle kept flattening them with summoned
gales. The Gravekeeper himself had covered himself in a potent globe of
shielding energy, standing in the veterans' cemetery as he waved a glowing
staff.

   Paragon was beating ineffectually on the globe as the villain chanted.
Samaritan frowned; the Gravekeeper's magic shouldn't be that powerful.  His
staff looked different though...she turned her senses upon it, and realized
it was some new kind of artifact that enhanced his spells - and he was
using it to cast a spell to raise an undead army from soldiers' corpses!

   Quick as a flash, she was there.  As she zoomed over the zombie hordes,
she sprinkled glittering light - it looked like pixie dust, and she
deliberately channeled her abilities to create that resemblance - over the
zombie hordes.  As the undead were covered with it, the necromantic energy
animating them dispersed, the corpses collapsed into heaps.

   Another instant, and she was in the cemetery.  She punched at the globe
shielding the Gravekeeper, and was surprised when it didn't instantly
shatter.  It shook, however, and the supervillain stumbled within it.  He
recovered himself and sneered from beneath his skull mask at her, keeping
up his chant.  The ground began shaking beneath them, and she knew that any
moment animated corpses would begin climbing out.

   "No!" she defied him, and light exploded from her form.  It cascaded
over the cemetery, leaving a faint glow where it passed, and the ground
stopped shaking.  The Gravekeeper kept chanting and waving his staff,
growing frustrated and angry as he realized his raising spell was no longer
effective; Samaritan had consecrated the ground, protecting it from foul
undeath rituals!

   Paragon hurled himself into the shielding globe, and it shattered this
time.  The Gravekeeper pointed his glowing staff at the superhero, and he
was instantly immobilized by a glowing red energy field.  The staff then
pointed at Samaritan, and she raised a ward of divine power-

   The supervillain yelped in surprise as a thrown shuriken knocked the
staff from his hand.  From a hundred yards away, Arsenal smiled tightly at
the snarling villain, and Samaritan put him to sleep with a wish.  Paragon
looked a bit put out that he hadn't gotten to punch the villain.  "A sleep
spell?" he said disapprovingly.

   "No reason for violence if it can be avoided," she said.

   He rolled his eyes.  "An idealist, I see," Arsenal said, coming up with
binders for the Gravekeeper.  "The world could use more of those."

   "That was way cool!" Elementelle floated down to them, sailing astride
conjured winds.  "Are you some kind of magic priestess?"

   "Not really," she shook her head.  "Well, maybe a little?  It's
complicated."

   "Would you like to come back to the Garrison and tell us about it?"
Arsenal offered.

   Samaritan raised her eyebrows.  Arsenal shot a look at Paragon, who
cleared his throat and said, "We'd like to offer you a place in the
Brigade, Samaritan."

   "Really?" she squealed rather more girlishly than she meant to.  She
wasn't overly fond of Paragon, but the Brigade was the world's premier
superhero team, with a storied history going back all the way to World War
II.

   Elementelle laughed.  "I felt the same way when I was invited, I know
just how you feel." Samaritan smiled shly, and together she and the Brigade
cleaned things up, clearing the streets of corpses and repairing damage.

   "This is what ColMitAR is for," Paragon grumbled.  Arsenal and
Elementelle rolled their eyes but made no comment.  Samaritan glared at
him; he really was a prick, as far as she was concerned, most famous hero
in the world or not.

   Afterwards, the Brigade took Samaritan to the Garrison.  The tallest
skyscraper in the city was the operations center for the premier superhero
team, their support staff, and ColMitAR, and the command center as well as
the hero suites were on the top floor.  Samaritan looked around in awe

   Paragon took charge of giving her the grand tour, seeming puffed up with
pride and trying to impress her.  She was suitably impressed, but not by
him.  He certainly hadn't built the place.  Arsenal caught her eye and
said, "Money from the government and Serodyne Industries built the Garrison
and funds ColMitAR." Paragon scowled, and Samaritan and Elementelle
laughed. The Black Knight, as always, said nothing.

   "Why doesn't he ever talk?" she asked.  Everyone knew the Black Knight
never talked or took off his helmet, but no one knew why.

   "Nope," Elementelle said cheerfully.  "He's the strong, silent type. 
Like we wish Paragon was." Samaritan burst out laughing, and even Arsenal
cracked a grin.  Paragon just scowled again.

   "So tell us your story," Arsenal urged her as they sat down.  "Where do
your powers come from?"

   "Well," she said, "I guess it's only fair, since I know all about you
guys." Arsenal's mask maintained her secret identity - and Samaritan chose
to respect it, rather than dig into her mind - but Elementelle and Paragon
were public figures with no known civilian personas.  Their powers and
abilities - and Arsenal's equipment, in her case - were well known.

   So she explained to them about the Tho'nyak'chur, and the fact that she
was a host for divine sparks, and could do seemingly anything she wanted to
do.  She didn't mention the fact that she was actually 18 years old, or
that her beautiful superhero body wasn't her normal appearance; nor did she
confide her name.  Arsenal kept her secrets; Astrid could keep her own as
well.

   "That is way cool!" Elementelle enthused at the end.

   "Anything you want?" Paragon arched his eyebrow, not sure if he liked
being upstaged.

   Arsenal tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "You've demonstrated some mental
abilities in the past," she said.  "Could you set up a psychic link between
the five of us, to communicate while in battle?  We use earpieces now, but
those can be jammed or intercepted."

   "I've never tried that," Samaritan confessed, "but I bet I could!"

   So she became an official team member.  There was a public ceremony
inducting her, and lots of interviews and photographs.  She was the media
darling, and Paragon constantly suppressed scowls while in public, used to
being the center of attention.

   "I'm surprised, he hasn't tried to hit on you yet," Elementelle confided
to Samaritan several days later, speaking of Paragon.  The transformed 18
year old looked at the elementalist in surprise.  "He's tried to seduce me
and Arsenal too," she giggled.  "But we know he's a prick, and turn him
down."

   "Well, I'm glad he hasn't tried.  He doesn't like me anyway," Samaritan
shrugged.  "Since I'm stealing his spotlight.  I've got a man, anyway."

   "Ooooh!" Elementelle giggled.  "Tell me about him!" So she did,
enthusing about his wonderful personality, and his hot body, and his
massive cock.  "Damn," Elementelle said eventually, "does he have a
brother?"

   Samaritan laughed.  "Nah, but come with me - I'll introduce you!" The
image of Al's gigantic cock thrusting into Elementelle's twenty-one year
old cunt had popped up in her mind, and it made her own pussy quiver wetly!

   The two girls flew over the city, Samaritan cloaking them in
invisibility, until they walked into the diner.  It was empty, Al wiping
down tables, and Samaritan grinned, admiring his tight jeans-clad butt as
she dropped their invisibility.  "Wow," Elementelle breathed, "he IS hot."

   Al started, and turned around.  He lit up to see his 25 year old lover,
but started again as he realized another superheroine - also very pretty -
was with her.  "Hey baby," he said to his lover, who giggled and went to
wrap her arms around him as they made out.  Samaritan purred happily into
the kiss, and her psychic awareness caught twin images of Elementelle and
Al fucking - both Al and Elementelle were fantasizing about that!

   Samaritan giggled again; the idea was super hot.  She didn't mind
sharing her friends with him one bit.  "This is Elementelle, babe," she
introduced her.

   "Call me Elle, please," she blushed as he gallantly kissed her hand.

   They talked briefly, then Samaritan, her tone full of mischief, invited
Al to come with them to the Garrison.  His eyes widened, but he accepted,
and together the two young women flew him through the air over the city to
the superhero HQ.  They gave him the grand tour that Samaritan had received
just a week before...and it wasn't long before the three of them were the
bedroom, ripping off each other's clothes and kissing each other
passionately.

   Elementelle's body was fair and lovely, her long red hair draping over
her, and her boobs were small but perky and firm.  She writhed and gasped
hotly as Al and Samaritan sucked her nipples lustily, their hands working
together to pleasure her clit and cunt.  "Ohhh," Elle moaned, "I've only
been with girls before, but oh god, Al, I want you, bad!"

   Samaritan kissed Elle's soaking wet pussy, then kissed Al, giving him
the sweet juicy taste of the 21 year old cunt he was about to fuck.  Then
he mounted her, driving his gigantic piston into Elle's hot dripping virgin
snatch.  Elle cried out in ecstasy, her back arching, and Samaritan sat on
her face, drenching the redhead in sweet teenage fuckhoney.

   Elle cummed quickly, her cunt spasming in climactic ecstasy around Al's
huge piledriver as he rutted her.  Her screams of bliss vibrated into
Samaritan's teen pussy, and she hummed with pleasure, as Al finally burst,
blowing his load deep inside Elle's cunt.  Then Samaritan got on her hands
and knees between Elle's legs, eating her pussy clean of delicious hot
jizz, while Al fucked her cunt from behind, sending orgasm after orgasm
spiraling through her.

   "Well, what do we have here?" Arsenal's voice came from the doorway
after Al had nutted inside Samaritan.  Their three heads whipped around to
see the masked avenger, who was shaking her blonde ponytail free of her
scrunchie.

   Elle managed to say, "Arsenal, I--"

   "Shut up and fuck me with that giant cock, stud," the heroine said,
addressing Al as she shucked all her clothes except for her mask.  Elle and
Samaritan grinned at each other as Al's humongous dick lurched in
anticipation of fucking a third heroic pussy in one day...

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