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"I still cannot understand the point of this, Chadwick. This obsession with costumes makes no sense." said Falcon, the mystical energy being that had bonded with me and my mind.

"Again, it's because every superhero needs a sexy costume to tell them apart from everyone else, to show off their superhero status, and look cool!" I responded happily.

"Yes, you said that before. I remember everything." said Falcon. "I still do not understand how that makes sense. Your actions should define who you are. Not the way you dress."

I was sitting at my computer in my dorm room, the light of day now replaced by soft moonlight streaming through the window. I was surfing the internet for good materials to make into my costume. After a few hours, I came across a pretty good-looking bodysuit; a high-cut sleeveless blue leotard made of lycra. I loved the way it shined in the photograph, and especially how good it looked on the male fur who was posing in it. I knew immediately that I wanted to wear it. It would show off my toned swimmer's build so perfectly, and oh how it would shimmer in the night! Imagining how I would look, I instantly knew it was exactly what I wanted. A fifty-fifty blend of my new white fur and blue spandex.

It was just a few days after Falcon found me. He appeared as a pair of brilliant blue wings, glowing with power and majestic energy, which is why I came to call him 'Falcon'. He said he came from another dimension, and chose me for my potential for good, to be an avatar for justice. So when he asked me if I accepted his offer to bond with him and grant me superpowers, I couldn't refuse! From then on, I had an inter-dimensional mystical being in my head. He seemed kinda wise and all, but he knew nothing about our world except what he could glean from my memories over time.

Throughout that first night, I lay awake and questioned him relentlessly. He explained that I'd never need to eat, drink, sleep or use the bathroom ever again as long as I remained bonded to him, and I would also be immune to illness. My stamina and healing rate were also massively increased. The next day, we spent my free time testing out my powers, getting a feel for what Falcon had given me. I discovered I could jump up at least two storeys, lift a car with the most effort, and run about four times faster than normal. But he also told me that my powers would improve over time as we remained together. Though one special power he gave me was the ability to turn my fur white at will, and my eyes a deep blue.

Now I needed a costume. If I wanted to fight crime and save lives, I had to look good doing it. This bodysuit came in the same blue that my eyes turned, and it would look great against my white fur!

"But every superhero needs to look like a superhero, Falcon!" I responded. "It's like a traditional thing or something..."

"Then where did this tradition originate? I cannot find the origin anywhere in your memories."

"I dunno. I guess some tough guys long ago decided that fighting bad guys looked better while wearing colourful tights, and it stuck. I guess it's not as restricting to your movement, so it makes sense if you wanna be fast."

I went ahead and made the order for a few leotards in my size. I excelled in my swimming class, so I looked pretty good for a twenty-year-old college grey wolf, and these suits were clearly designed for showing off. I felt I still needed an emblem though, but despite my best efforts, I couldn't think of one for the life of me. I also didn't have much experience with sewing, so I decided to keep it simple.

The day had come. A few days before, the bodysuit and the last of the materials I needed had arrived. After that, all I did was a little modification and experimentation. Now my costume was complete.

I had finished everything up the night before. During the day, I was totally unable to concentrate in my classes, so I just kept my head down. I was way too excited to focus on anything other than wearing my costume for the first time, and of course, for my first night of superheroism. When I got home, the sun starting to set, the first thing I did was strip down, shaking with anticipation.

A few moments later and I stood naked in my room. A mere thought sent a ripple of tingly blue energy across my body, turning my fur white. Then I got to work, starting with the leotard, which I slipped on over my head and pulled down my torso to my crotch, snapping together the press studs on the front and back of the seat to close it together. Resisting the urge to look in the mirror yet, I then set about slipping on the boots, which I had built using lycra socks and attaching them to some reinforced male ballet shoes, inside which I had hidden my phone for easy access.

Now I could look in the mirror, and boy did I like what I saw. I could barely have asked for a better picture. The light from above reflected perfectly off of the leotard and almost seemed to make my fur glow. I had never been in awe of my own reflection before this much before.

"Who's that sexy superhero?" I asked no one in particular, putting a paw on my hip, trying to find the coolest pose I could.

"It is you, boy."

"Yes, Falcon. I know." I said, rolling my eyes. "And stop calling me 'boy!'"

"It does not look like it provides much protection," said Falcon, further complaining about things he didn't understand. "The arms and legs are completely bare, except for your footpaws"

"Armour would only weigh me down." I responded with a slight sigh of frustration. "I need maximum freedom of movement. This costume gives me that."

"Then why wear anything at all?"

I sighed again.

On my laptop, I had the Beacon City Police Department radio playing, which would keep me tuned in on what was going on nearby. I also got a police scanner app for my phone, so I'd be able to listen in while out. Now I was all ready.

Then I heard "10-31", police code for armed robbery. Yeah, I memorised the codes. Listening, I got the location and heard that apparently, a silent alarm went off. It seems like the nearest cop car was quite a distance away, and the robbery was just a few blocks south. This was exactly what I needed for my first night!

"This seems like a very bad idea." Falcon was saying. "You need more training."

"Relax, I got this!"

Then my heart began to race with excitement for what was about to come next. Now fully dressed, I climbed out my window and took a brief moment to revel in the soft evening breeze and exhilaration of my first night as a superhero. I then nimbly hopped onto the roof with acrobatic perfection, my movements graceful and smooth as I scaled the walls, leaping from perch to perch. After reaching the roof, I took a deep breath, and in one beautiful move, I leapt into the air.

One of the best parts about my powers? In my wake was a trail of blue energy, emanating off of me as I jumped through the night skies, streaking from rooftop to rooftop in a brilliant blue blaze. Falcon told me it was an aura of his power becoming visible as I moved.

That's when I got the idea.

"'Streak'" I thought to myself. "Yeah."

"What need have you of a moniker?" asked Falcon.

"Maybe you'll understand when 'Streak' makes the local news!"

Barely two minutes later and I was on the roof of the store, only five storeys up, heart still pounding, but with excitement rather than exhaustion. I was bursting with energy, and eager to get something done. If the perp or perps were still there, I was going to see my first action in my life. Was I prepared for this? Of course! I'd watched a tonne of superhero movies!

"Wait," said Falcon. "I may be able to provide you with a significant advantage."

I gasped as my eyes suddenly seemed to fly out of my head, levitating through the air as they flew out of my reach. I grabbed the parapet to keep my body from falling over.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed out loud. "What the hell's happenin'?!"

"Calm yourself." Falcon reassured. "I am extending my presence outward and allowing you to see what I see. Guide my power with your thoughts."

Realising my eyes were still firmly in my head, I got a hold of myself and used my thoughts to direct this new sight. Though my body remained where it was, I could will this... "omni-sight" around the city streets, descending to enter and explore the store below like I had some kind of small drone connected to my eyes.

I counted three thugs, one with a pistol holding up the clerk at the counter as the poor guy shoved the last of the cash in the register into a bag, one looking through the store room, and one picking out products from the aisles. They were about to get going, so I needed to make my move before this became a chase.

With a thought, Falcon shut down my omni-sight and I nimbly hopped down, dropping from the ledges onto the covering above the entrance to the store. Putting my paws on the frame above the entrance, I used my omni-sight to take one more look at where the thugs were, and then I flipped forward and swung down, spinning in the air and aiming my legs into the store. In a feat of athleticism that surprised me, I perfectly launched myself inside, striking the thug at the checkout with an aerial kick. He went flying, thrown back into a wall with a loud wince of pain, but I sadly landed belly-first on the ground with a thud.

"Ow..." I muttered, the wind slightly knocked out of me, but I was surprised by how little it hurt compared to how I would've expected.

I was quickly able to rise to my footpaws once again, but not fast enough to see another surprised thug coming at me from behind. Looping his arms under mine, he caught me off guard in a lock.

"Slice his throat, Dan!" he yelled, trying to choke me out just as the third thug ran at me with his knife. "Let's end this new superhero before he begins!"

"Dude! Let go!" I yelled, struggling briefly, but my strength exceeded his so much that it felt more like a child's weak attempt at restraint, so I found myself not trying my hardest.

The third thug was barely a metre from me, knife in paw and licking his lips. "Let's turn those tights red, superpup..." he sneered.

Seeing the knife, that's when the adrenaline really started to flow. I brought one footpaw up to swiftly kick the small weapon out of his grip. Then I brought up another to hit him in the jaw. In one swift move, I threw my legs up and backflipped out of the grip of the thug behind me, landing behind him and pushing him into the other thug.

Then the worst thing happened. A massive jolt of pain sent me spinning to the side and landing against the counter, beyond dizzy. A fourth thug had just hit me in the head with a bat, and shards of shattered wood were lying all over the place.

"Let's go! I hear cops!" he yelled, and the three ran out the door as fast as they could after recovering, leaving behind the other who was still unconscious after my dramatic entrance.

Still wobbly, a paw to my aching head, I slowly stood up. By that time, the crooks had jumped in their vehicle, a Town Car, and were driving away. I should've known that they'd have a driver waiting to back them up.

"Slowly." said Falcon as I walked to the exit, trying to shake off what was probably a slight concussion. "I can heal the damage quickly, but if you go too fast you will get hurt."

"I'm not gonna let them get away, Falcon!" I yelled and sprinted out the door, slipping briefly on the road before running after the vehicle.

It was awesome! After only about thirty seconds, pushing myself as fast as I could, I had already caught up with the car, breaking my previous speed record. Letting out a "woohoo!" I jumped into the air and landed on top of the moving vehicle. I noticed the streets here were mostly deserted, no doubt due to most people having gone home, so I was thankful.

"Get him off!" yelled one of the evil-doers, and the driver began to swerve the car, trying to shake me off.

I dug my paws into the metal roof as the car turned left and right, very nearly losing my grip. Then the driver had to steady the car to avoid crashing, and that was my chance. I threw a fist down into the windshield, sending shards of glass falling all over the criminals, though hopefully not causing any serious injuries. That's when the driver turned hard on the wheel and sent us all crashing through a fence, through a small parking lot, and into a brick wall.

The airbags immediately erupted inside the car, but I was thrown forward, hitting the wall hard. Fortunately, I managed to bring my arms up to shelter my head just in time, and I fell back against the car's hood. Unfortunately, my bare knees did not fare so well, having slammed into the wall without any protection.

"AGH!" I shrieked, feeling a tingling sensation accompanied by pain burning through my legs, but it didn't last long before my enhanced physiology quickly recovered, and my agonised hissing came to an end.

Some guy ran out a nearby door to find out what all the ruckus was and put both paws on his scalp in shock as he saw the car plastered against the wall of what I assumed was his property. I gave a quick wave as I climbed down, turning to look inside and see the status of the two crooks. I was relieved to see them alive, all groaning in pain against the air bags. I couldn't help but smile to myself at the realisation that I survived a collision that would've killed anyone else, and took down three, no, four perps in the process!

"Excellent." said Falcon. "Now, await the arrival of the authorities and cooperate with them. They will certainly have questions."

"Wait, the cops?!" I exclaimed out loud, just as I began to hear the sirens approaching in the distance. "But they'll just interrogate me for ages and distract me from my patrol!"

"Yes, but your cooperation with them will alleviate their concerns and perhaps help them to have these criminals imprisoned."

"But it's gotta be at least past ten O'clock already! I gotta get home to Skype my folks!"

"This is more important. You can apologise to them at a later date."

I sighed, before noticing the guy was staring at me, and I realised I was talking to Falcon out loud. I also realised there was no way I'd be sticking around now.

"Er... I'll be going, citizen!" I said, deepening my voice and puffing up my chest. "Good luck in your future... stuff! Love from Streak!"

Without saying another word, I got out of there as fast as I could, and soon as I was back on a rooftop. I let out the air I was holding in my lungs, cringing embarrassment, and sighed with relief as I leant against a parapet.

"You at least survived, boy. Relax." reassured Falcon, and he was right. I did good. But I needed to get my act together if I wanted to look good saving the day and maybe prevent any collateral damage next time.

After that act of selfless heroism, I needed to go straight home to process what happened. I really needed to let off all the excitement and go over my first night in my mind, replaying events over and over as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, arms behind my head and still in my costume. Throughout the night, I snacked on about three apples while I thought. I also had the local news playing on the radio, and as soon as I heard mention of a car crash full of store robbers, I shot up and listened intently. That landlord was interviewed, and he mentioned "Streak"! Sadly, he didn't have much good to say about me, but it was a start. It's good I didn't need to sleep because there's no way I would've been sleeping that night.

The next morning, I didn't get dressed as usual. Instead, I kept my costume on and wore some pants and a shirt over it, putting my boots in my backpack.

"Tonight I'm gonna tell my girlfriend that I'm Streak! It'll be so cool!" I said out loud, slipping my shirt on over the leotard, making sure the collar completely obscured the leotard's.

"If your double identities are so important to your well-being as you told me, you should not be telling anyone." said Falcon.

"She's my girlfriend." I responded. "I can't have a good relationship with her if I'm keeping something this big from her. It's so dumb how superheroes in fiction don't realise that!"

"You would tell your mate but not your parents?"

"Well, I... I don't want them to worry about me..." I said, almost solemnly, because I knew they'd have every reason to worry. "If they knew I was Streak, it would terrify them to know what I was doing with my time."

Then my Wednesday began as any other, attending my classes, having lunch, etc.

It felt so weird wearing my costume under my clothes, the blue lycra leotard substituting my vest and underwear. I could feel it rubbing against my fur as I walked or bent my torso. I almost felt kinda embarrassed, wearing this outfit under my clothes while in public, attending my classes, eating in the cafe, etc. It was such a strange feeling, but it also felt so good, though oddly risque, having my costume hidden right beneath the surface, like my true self hiding in plain sight. My clothes obscured what I truly am beneath mundanity. To think that every person I spoke to was completely oblivious to the shining blue spandex beneath. It was almost... kinky.

As the day came to an end and the students began to head home, I headed to the elevators to wait, having sent Faith a text message to meet me here. Then she arrived.

"Hey, hot stuff!" she said, overjoyed to see me, as I was to see her.

Faith was an Asian otter. We met in chemistry class three semesters ago when she helped me out. But our relationship really bloomed when we discovered we were both frequent swimmers. I'd be such a loser right now if it weren't for her.

We hugged, exchanging our usual relief to see each other before entering the elevator. Then we embraced each other again and closed our eyes. We were both claustrophobic too, so hugging each other and closing our eyes helped us forget about where we were, losing ourselves in each other during the ascent in the small space.

"I've got somethin' totally awesome to show you." I whispered in her ear.

"So you said in your text. You better not disappoint." she whispered back. I could tell she was smiling more.

Finally, we reached the top and stepped out onto the roof quickly, letting go of each other but still keeping our paws together as I rapidly and excitedly led her out into the cool night air. Then I let go and got a good two metres away from her.

"You're gonna love this!"

Grabbing my shirt and pants, I tore them both off in one swift move, while at the same time changing my fur white with a thought. It must have looked awesome...

"Chad!" she yelled in surprise. "I can't believe it! You're that new superhero! You're..."

"Streak!" I said, puffing up my chest and putting my fists on my hips, looking slightly off into the sky to complete the picture.

"This is... amazing!" she stammered, and her look of shock became one of amazed joy. She realised her boyfriend was a superhero.

"Yep!" I said, confident and proud.

She giggled, and I started to feel embarrassed, cheeks reddening. But she looked so happy, and that was enough for me. Then she approached.

She leant against my side, one arm sliding a paw down my back, while her other rubbed my abdomen and chest through my costume. "I gotta admit, you look real good in this costume..." Then her paws trailed lower. The paw on my back ran over the thin fabric over my backside below my tail, frequently crossing over onto the areas of bare fur, while the paw on my front came down to cup my rapidly growing member through its tight confines.

"Uhhh..." I moaned, loving the attention she was giving me.

"Heh. That's right. Moan, superhero..." she teased, starting to rub, ever faster on both sides.

"Hng... You're... Ahhhh..." I stammered, now gyrating my hips in her grip. "You're gonna make me wet my costume..."

"You mean you're gonna cum, huh, superhero?" she teased further, looking me in the eyes with her seductive expression. "That's the idea..."

Me and her had found we both shared the same kink too: swimwear. We both made a practice of dressing up in our respective swimming attire, her one-piece swimsuit and my speedo, and bringing each other to orgasm within. Clearly, this was her idea here too.

Another twinge of pleasure ran up my spine, and just then she rapidly moved the paw on my front into one of the leg holes of the leotard, and soon she was rubbing me off directly. Then I really started to moan, my fully hard organ tenting the crotch, her rapidly pumping paw lewdly bouncing around the fabric obscuring my nethers.

"S-Stop..." I said through my rapid moaning. "I... I'm gonna cum..."

Honestly, though, I didn't mind. The thought of her making me blow my load into my costume was as arousing as it was with my swimwear, if not more so. There was the issue of how I was going to get home unnoticed, but I was in too much bliss to care.

"Then cum, my hero..." she breathed in my ear, so seductively, and that tipped me over the edge.

I had to keep from moaning too loudly since someone else could easily have been nearby on campus. My breathing skyrocketed and I furiously humped her paw as she brought me to climax. Legendary physical and mental pleasure enveloped my body and mind, furthered by the unusual, but somehow so arousing circumstances I was in, jacked off in my tight costume by my girlfriend. I felt my warm load stain the lycra between my legs, member pumping rapidly to each of her strokes as she milked me for all I was worth.

When the orgasm finally ended, I fell to my knees as she removed her gooey paw from my costume. I was still panting heavily after the ordeal.

"Wow! That may have been your biggest milking so far!" she exclaimed, teasingly of course.

"You always... bring out the best... in me." I stammered with a tired chuckle between pants.

Then she helped me over to the wall of the stairwell and we sat against it on the floor. Her paw dipped back down between my legs, rubbing the soiled and drenched fabric, and the softened organ within, with her soaked paw.

"You like that, superhero?"

"Mmmmm... Yeah..." I moaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as she continued to pleasure me. My costume was soaked and would take time to dry, but I didn't mind. I could still parkour my way home without anyone seeing my state.

"To be honest, I've always kinda hoped something like this would happen..." she was saying.

In case you couldn't tell, she wore the pants in this relationship. Quite literally, in fact, considering my costume lacked them. However, things rarely got any more complex than this, since both of us were "saving ourselves for marriage" as they say.

"I've always wanted my own superhero. Now let me reward this angel for answering my prayers..."

My eyes were rolling back into my head, but then my blissful expression turned into a frown as a sudden realisation dawned on me.

"And I just tore my favourite shirt..." I said.

That night wasn't the most productive in terms of superheroism, which was disappointing, but we enjoyed it together. After that, Faith started calling me her "Angel". However, I had no plans on wasting that Friday.

I had dinner at a small cafe down the road from campus, enjoying some simple fries and chicken nuggets, followed by an ice cream dessert. When I was done and the bill was paid, I left to find a private, dark little alleyway in which to get a good vantage point. Then I hopped up to a nearby roof, throwing my backpack down. I then lifted my shirt off, revealing the blue lycra beneath, and I had to force myself to not stop and admire how my strong chest looked in it. Then I pulled down my pants, my leg fur now joining the fur on my arms in exposure to the cool night air. Then I took my blue boots out of my backpack, sat down, slipped off my shoes, and pulled on the lycra semi-socks. My outfit was complete.

After shoving my normal clothes into my backpack, I simply sat on the edge of the roof and listened to the police scanner on my phone. I then kept myself busy by playing Bubble Shooter at the same time.

I wasn't used to being away from home. I wanted to take it slow and start by operating in the general vicinity of Diamond District. Make no mistake though, I did plan on branching out, but I was so much more familiar with this area, and I wanted to take the time to ease into superheroism.

"We both know you are not 'taking it slow' whatsoever, Chad." Falcon was saying, no doubt having heard my thoughts. I ignored him.

About forty minutes later, I was getting seriously bored. The police scanner for this part of the city was quiet tonight. I ended up researching some martial arts moves on my phone and then practising them. The first were some Karate moves and stances, and I spent the next half hour trying to perfect them. It felt good that I wasn't getting tired though, and that movements that would have taken effort were now as easy is moving my fingers. I felt as light as a feather and practising some cool moves definitely made me feel even better about what I was capable of.

Another half hour later and I was testing out my endurance by doing situps off the edge of the roof, my legs hooked over the parapet beside my active phone. That's when I noticed the commotion. Hanging upside-down, I saw two figures four storeys down in the darkness of the alley below.

"I promise! I'll have the money here tomorrow!" the first figure was saying, his voice soaked with fear. "I swear!"

"It's okay, mate." said the other figure with a thick Australian accent. "Take your time."

"R-Really?"

"Yeah. I'm lookin' for an excuse to tear someone's guts out."

Yep. This was criminal. I was sure of it. At long last, it was time to go to work.

I flipped off the roof and fell all four storeys before achieving a perfect superhero landing behind one of the figures. The bright blue energy that accompanied my fall alerted them to my presence. The first of the figures was a terrified stoat, while the other... resembled a Doberman, but instead of fur, there was just some oily pure black substance coating his entire body.

"What are you supposed to be?!" I asked with a disgusted sneer.

"Me?" he responded, snickering. "Just the physical embodiment of underworld filth! And I LOVE IT! But you can just call me 'Dirtbag'. Everyone else does."

"Then I won't feel bad about this!" I yelled and then turned to the stoat. "Get outta here, quick!"

As the poor guy ran off, I then aimed a punch right for the side of the villain's head with all the force I could muster, and it was a direct hit! Unfortunately, the villain didn't go flying back as I expected, and my fist became stuck in the slimy cranium.

"Ewwww..."

Then, much to my horror, the villain began to grow. In a few moments, his oily form was looking down at me with a malicious, sadistic grin, and my fist was in his chest. I tried removing my paw from the black goo, but to no avail, and that's when I really started to feel the fear.

"Please don't hurt me...?"

Then he grabbed me by the arm, removed my paw from his chest, spun around and sent my flying into a wall.

"AAGH!" I yelled as I collided with the solid surface before falling to the floor.

"Nice tights, superhero." he said, getting a good look at me, still grinning as he began to approach. "All the better to humiliate you in."

Then he extended his left arm towards me, stretching out to cover the distance between us in a mere second. The long tendril that was once his arm wrapped around my upper torso as I tried to stand up, forcing my arms against my body and lifting me into the air, firmly restrained. Despite my best efforts, I simply couldn't break free, but that didn't stop me from struggling.

Then I yelped as I felt something begin to brush and rub against the crotch of my leotard. It was Dirtbag's slimy right paw, grasping and molesting me through the fabric. I couldn't help but let out a soft sigh through my grinding, barred teeth. Now my heart was racing for a new reason. With Dirtbag's expert manipulation, my body involuntarily reacted as you'd expect, my member starting to grow and harden inside the fabric as he massaged me between my legs.

"Dude, what the hell?!" I yelled, continuing to strain against the slimy bonds. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"That's the idea, mate." responded Dirtbag, a grin across his slimy visage. "Never miss an opportunity to humiliate a superhero. That's what I always say!"

I tried to bring my footpaws up to swipe his arm away, or perhaps knock at the tendril holding up my entrapment, but two more tentacles emerged from his body to grab my ankles, immobilising my legs before slowly spreading them.

Then Dirtbag reoriented me in his embrace, moving my stomach facing down. With my legs spread, I couldn't have felt more vulnerable in this position. To make things worse, I suddenly felt the villain slide a tentacle under the fabric over my backside, beginning to rub and tease at my entrance.

"No! Please! Not there!" I pleaded, the muddy villain lowering me down somewhat so that both our faces were barely a foot apart, him grinning at me with that slimy face.

"Better learn to enjoy it, superhero." said the villain. "I wanna hear ya moan. Now, let daddy demonstrate who owns ya!"

Then it happened. The tendril at my rear forced its way inside me, and I yelped out loud as Dirtbag's slimy form infiltrated and filled my insides, sliding in and in and in.

"AHHHH! STOP!" I screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure as Dirtbag assaulted my prostate until I was suddenly silenced by dirtbag's face shoving into my own, a deep kiss filling my mouth with the bitter slimy substance, trying not to gag.

Almost a minute passed, Dirtbag slowly moving inside me from behind while his slimy paw gripped and massaged my throbbing member through my costume, manipulating it like an expert writer with a pen. It impotently seeped pre-cum into the fabric, rapidly staining it dark with a growing patch of wetness.

"Now, blow your loser load for daddy!" he taunted, finally pulling out of my mouth, and the rapid vibrating of the tendril deep in my backside and the gooey hand masturbating me through my costume sent me flying over the edge.

I came furiously, moaning loudly as I began spewing load after load into my costume. As the slime left my mouth, I was free to moan out loud as I rapidly gyrated my hips. Immense ecstasy overwhelmed my used and abused body as I drenched my leotard in Dirtbag's cruel grip. His constant manipulation through my costume coaxed every last drop of my cream. Muscles seized and bucked as my toes curled in my boots. Were it not for the slimy restraints, I would have been thrashing uncontrollably.

Finally, the ordeal ended, and Dirtbag began the long process of retracting the tendril deep in my rear. My moans continued, interlaced with my pants of exhaustion as one of Dirtbag's cum-soaked fingers came up to stroke under my muzzle, painting my face with my own juices.

"There's a good boy." he teased. "Next time you see me, you're gonna get on your knees and start jacking it for me, okay? You're daddy's little wanker now. Ain't that right, bitch?"

Too tired to respond, I let out a long, breathy sigh as the tendril finally left me, hips gyrating briefly once more. Then he gently laid me down on the ground, on my knees, as he softly removed his slimy form from around me.

"Yeah, this is where you belong. But first, let me leave ya with a little parting gift..."

Snap.

My panting gave way to screaming. The bastard broke my arm! Just like that! Yelling in agony, costume dripping with cum, I was definitely defeated.

"See ya, bitch." said Dirtbag, grinning at me right in my face before slithering away into the night.

"Oh, crap. Oh, crap. Oh, crap..." I muttered under my breath, slowly standing up. I had never broken my arm before, and I could never have imagined it would hurt so much.

I was backing up until my sore butt hit something metallic and I immediately fell backwards into a "convenient" dumpster, legs up in the air and dangling out as I landed in the garbage. I cried out in agony once again as my broken arm was thrown about. The odour that hit my sensitive nose was almost as bad as the pain.

"Calm down. I can heal your arm in under an hour." said Falcon. "But I sincerely hope this night serves as a lesson for you."

"Does... Does being penetrated by a slime villain count as losing your virginity...?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"That hope is now very vague."

Falcon had a point though. I definitely would be more careful when I faced Dirtbag again.

Yeah, I was in agony, but I wasn't gonna give up my new life for fear of it happening again. But regardless, I couldn't help but imagine the gloomy subject. This was only my second day of superheroism. Was I really prepared for this? I could bite off more than I could chew again and end up with a bullet in my head. Was I ready to risk being a dark reminder of the dangers of being a superhero? A spandex-clad corpse in an alleyway, freshly raped by some clever thugs?

Nah, it'll be fine...