Venom, Episode 3
#3 of Venom
I sigh and lean against a nearby fake palm tree. "Alex, can you synthesize brain soap? I need to wash my mind free of the image of the two of you... you know."
"You're just envious that you don't have similar romantic adventures planned during a similar timespan." Alex says, sticking out her tongue.
"It's probably due to the bad crowd I hang out with." I respond, making the same gesture.
The friendly bickering might have continued for awhile yet, but a loud thud behind us ended our conversation. We both turned to see an overturned palm quivering, the result of Trig picking it up by the base and tossing it aside.
"Pretty smell." she says, kneeling. "Pretty feather. Hmm, it has a string."
I watch as Trig walks over to us, showing us what she found. It's a large feather, and she's right, it is quite pretty. It's a shade of silver, metallic. Just looking at it I get the hint of being able to see it reflect, but not quite. I don't see what string she's talking about.
"What string, Trig?" I ask the triple headed tigress. She point at the tip and then out the door.
"Not a string for seeing, for color-smelling." she says proudly.
I raise a brow, "What kind of string? Is it short and just hanging off, or is it long?"
"Long. Really long. Goes outside." Trig says, pointing to the hallway and the door beyond. "Can Trig see where the string goes? There might be more feathers. They're pretty." she asks, grinning hopefully.
"Well, we'll see. It might be evidence, so you might not be able to keep it." Trig's face, well all three of them, drop a bit at that. "But more then likely it's not too important."
And with a trio of nods, we're headed outside. Trig immediately looks upward into the sky. "Really long string." she says. "Hmm, maybe Trig can make it shorter."
She reaches up into the air with one handpaw and makes a tugging motion, her eyes unfocus for a moment. "Ohh! Pretty place! Trig likes it! Big yard, trees, big big house, pool in the back. Blue roof, kinda funny... blue roof and..."
I groan, "And a wall around it, an arc shaped driveway, and the back wall butts up against the Quarantine Zone. There's also this big metal thing around a fountain out front."
Trigarr nods happily, "Uh huh! That's where the string ends!"
Alex looks at me with a raised brow, she hates it when people know things she doesn't. "That's the Heroine's Plight, it's a superhero/villain themed strip and sex show club, and according to some rumors, a brothel."
The raised brow becomes a glare accompanied by a grin. It's the sort of look that when on the face of someone sitting next to you on a sofa, you instinctively have to thwack them with a pillow. "They actually recruit real heroines for the shows, I get an invitation to check them out and apply for a job in my ARMOR mailbox once a week it seems."
Alex rolls her eyes. "Well, apparently we can see where the owner's tastes lie..."
"In good looking, well built, bright orange girls who unlike some people that could be mentioned, are incapable of having their sneezes eat through metal?" I interrupt, grinning.
Alex just clicks her tongue as I take the feather from Trig. "Don't worry, kitten, if things go well, you'll get it right back." I say, reaching up and giving her central head a few scratches behind the ear.
"So, shall we get going?" I ask, looking at Alex.
Trig immediately perks up. "Balloon ride!"
The googirl on the other hand looks dejected. "No! I may be exceptionally malleable and am capable of hydrogen production for flight. But I am not a sort of public transportation!"
She crosses her arms and looks rather upset. "I refuse to look that silly! Who do you think I am? Plastic Man?"
I chuckle, "I'll go on ahead. Good luck in wrestling the keys to the truck away from the gruesome twosome."
I take to the air, leaving the two to argue. Bleh, the whole concept of the Heroine's Plight is a little bit repulsive to me. The big time draws are the sex shows, always involving cute girl in a bright outfit getting captured by a villainess and done vile, sexual things to. For the most part the girls there are normal, pretty gals in flashy costumes. Some of them have a few minor powers, but what I find really gross is that they have actual heroines working there.
It's just something that makes me uncomfortable, these girls are saving the planet one minute, and then getting tied up and mounted by some hermaphroditic feline-canine humanoid alien thing in front of several dozen, maybe several hundred, people. I don't know how big the shows are, but that mansion is big enough to hold a good couple hundred. Man, what kind of a slut would one have to be to work there?
Well, actually 'there' is now 'here' since I've apparently arrived at the Heroine's Plight. It's the middle of the afternoon, so like most bars there's not a whole lot of action going on. There aren't any bouncers out front, and the door is unlocked, allowing me entry.
I find myself in the lobby, a large rectangular room with several other doors leading off of it, all of a certain motif surrounding them. They're all labeled, and there are little plaques on the wall explaining what each one is. I can't help but be a little bit curious. There's the Jungle, which has... urgh! Shows with animals. Yuck! The Dungeon, which is decidedly bondage. The Laboratory, centered around toys and mechanical stuff. Finally there's the Menagerie, home to all the odd types. Like that cat-dog-girl-herm-thing that's become so popular around here.
It's a bad habit of mine, having to at least browse through every piece of mail I get. The weekly job offers come with a newsletter. I usually just glance at the front page, which has been devoted to the black furred fuzzball, as her show attendances have broken all previous records.
There's only one way out of this room without a bunch of themed stuff surrounding it, the one that has a Bar and Grill sign over it. Not particularly wanting to stare at naked flesh, I head over that way, up the stairs and into the restaurant area. Doesn't look like there are any customers, just the girls that work there, as can be evidenced from the fact that they're all females, all pretty, and most of them wearing skintight costumes.
I approach the girl tending bar and cooking, she's obviously a plant controller, and it looks like she's somewhat plant herself, with her green skin and vines and leaves rather then hair. I prepare to show her the feather and ask her who it belongs to. There's this whole spiel in my mind about a psychic tag, but she just takes one look at me and nods. "You'll be wanting to talk to Miss Skye then." she says, pressing a button on the wall, opening a door at the side of the bar.
"Through there, it's the office at the end with the double doors." she says, smiling in a fashion that makes it obvious that she knows something that I don't. I don't like that look on anybody, so I feel like a mouse walking right into a trap. I have the mental command to turn my flame shield on right on the tip of my brain, so I'm not going to be caught by surprise. So I open the door, and of course I'm taken by surprise.
Laying on the black leather sofa right across from the office is the most beautiful person I've ever seen. The sight of her takes my breath away. Smooth porcelain like skin, brilliant silver hair, and wings, oh her wings, they look so wonderfully soft. Silvery feathers that glimmer and shine, almost like a mirror. She's dressed in a red leather bodysuit, so wonderfully tight, showing off her breasts, round cuts showing her belly, the sides of her breasts, as well as her legs.
I've never considered myself attracted to the female body before, but I can't help but imagine my legs wrapped around this women's head, her tongue caressing my most intimate of places. She looks up from her book, and a shocked expression appears on her face. She appears to be looking at me much as I imagine I'm looking at her.
She gulps and opens her mouth, but no words come out. "Huh huh huh...." she stutters for a moment, shaking her head. "H-have we met before?" she asks quietly. Her voice is beautiful, I want to listen to her talk for hours, the topic doesn't matter, I just want to hear that sweet voice. She sits up and pats the cushion next to here. Spellbound I find myself drawn to her, sitting down.
Oh God, I'm pressing up against her, I can't help it, I want to feel her skin against mine. I want... I want to kiss her. I want to fuck her. She licks her lips, looking over me. She raises a hand, bring it just about to my breast before pulling away. I find myself in her lap, my legs wrapped around her body, hugging her to me. Her soft wings fold around me, her feathers feeling wonderful on my skin.
"Th... this has never happened to me before. Please... I want you but I... don't even... I can barely control myself. Please help me stop." my sweet angel whispers. I close my eyes and lay back on the couch, my lust is still present, but with her warm body pressed up against my loins, it's tolerable.
"I... I'm Firefly." I manage, my mouth suddenly dry, wanting to be wetted with with a kiss from Skye. "I... found a f-feather of yours with a psychic tag in a r-run down apartment building. There had been a gang war or something. The Skulls and the Vipers, we think. No one knows anything about the Vipers."
Skye's lips press gently up against mine for a brief moment, I just about melt at the sensation. "I know of the Vipers. I could tell you so much, if I wasn't so damned horny. I... I feel... do you have the feeling that we've met before? Does... this feel familiar?" she purrs, licking my cheek her tongue sliding down my neck, down the low neckline of my bodysuit and between my breasts.
There's a brief flash of memory, like something from a dream. Almost just like this, feelings of love and desire, darkness, being wrapped in something warm, but it's different, though still soft it's still different. "A serpent's coils." I whisper. "A forked tongue in my mouth, clawed hands caressing my breasts, nursing, a sweet taste in my mouth."
"Oh yes! Mmm... I'll tell you everything you need to know about the Vipers. The S-Skulls were hired to track the Vipers down, by me. I hate them. Ohh... I'd love to tell you why, beloved, but you'll be able to understand much better in a few minutes. We... we need to fuck. Show me your true self, little sister, you've not truly orange, you're purple."
My mind is fogged in a state of lust, but I recognize the danger of letting my true identity slip. But she... already knows my real coloration and that I'm hiding it. If she's feeling for me what I do for her, then she won't hurt me. Ever. It feels so nice, like love at first sight, but deeper, far, far deeper. Like I've found my soulmate. I slip off the bracer that contains my pigment projector as Skye tears off my costume. I don't mind, I'm sure she had plenty of similar solid color spandex outfits around.
"Oh... I've missed you so much, dear one, I nearly died inside when that horrible human stole you away so long ago." she says between showering my breasts with soft kisses. I don't know the meaning of what she's saying, but deep down inside I feel that it's true, whatever it is. She unzips her out suit, I help her pull it down, nuzzling her perfectly sized breasts, running my tongue over sweet pink nipples.
She helps me slide out of the tattered remains of my suit, curling her wings around me. Her soft, sweet feathers feeling heavenly against my bare skin. I want her so badly, but I don't even know how to begin. Then I suddenly find out I don't have to. Something warm and hard is pressing up between my legs. My beloved angel is a hermaphrodite.