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CHAPTER ONE

ORIGIN OF STREAK

11 April 2014

Two days since my first meeting with Falcon.

"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 of 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 with 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 class, 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. Clapping my paws together, 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, enjoying the sensation of the smooth fabric sliding down over my fur, tightly gripping to my body like a second skin. At the bottom, I snapped the front and back halves of the seat together with the press studs on each half. 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. I didn't want to wear a belt for risk of it sliding around too much and throwing me off balance.

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.

I took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction.

"Razzle dazzle!" I said, in awe.

Was that really me? I didn't recognise myself. Where once my fur was grey, now it was white and glistening. Where once I had worn average clothes, a shiny lycra leotard adorned my strong and slim frame. A perfect fit.

"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 rolled my eyes.

On my laptop, I had the Beacon City Police Department radio playing, which would keep me tuned in to 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 said 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 storeroom, 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, grunting as he held me tightly, 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, super pup..." he sneered.

Seeing the knife, that's when the adrenaline really started to flow. I brought one boot up to swiftly kick the small weapon out of his grip. Then I brought up another to hit him in the jaw. Using the momentum of both legs, I 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 beside 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, but while previously scouting the streets with my "Omni-sight", I didn't think to look into any of the cars. If I had, I might have noticed the suspicious-looking guy waiting for something.

"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 I need you to relax."

"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 startled driver turned hard on the wheel in a panic 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. But 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 to check the status of the three crooks. I was relieved to see them alive, groaning in pain against the airbags. 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. Blushing, I decided to swallow my pride, realising 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 well. 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. "But I find it strange that you are embarrassed by acting strangely in public, and not by your state of dress."

After that act of selfless heroism, I needed to go straight home to process everything. I quickly leapt over the rooftops in the direction of my apartment, and a short while later, I arrived home. I took my computer out of sleep mode, slipped my pyjama top over my costume, and Skyped my folks back home, nearly forgetting to change my fur back to normal. We said our usual goodnight return and I closed the call, climbed out of the pyjama top, and threw myself down on bed, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes, arms behind my head and still in my costume.

I really needed to let off all the excitement and go over my first night in my mind, replaying events over and over. I snacked on about three apples as the hours passed by. I also had the local news playing on my computer, and as soon as I heard mention of a car crash full of store robbers, I began to listen 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 was good that 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.

"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. Also, they may not approve."

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. It was such a strange feeling, but it also felt so good, though oddly risqué, having my costume hidden right beneath the surface, like my true self is hiding in plain sight. My clothes obscured what I truly am beneath a mundane exterior. To think that every person I spoke to was completely oblivious to the shining blue spandex beneath. It was almost... kinky.

I had trouble concentrating in class. The costume made me feel too excited. Later, as I discretely undressed in the locker room for swimming class, I realised I should've just kept my costume in my bag and put it on after the swim. After I slipped out of the leotard and into my speedo, the coach noticed I was looking more buff than usual. I told him I was getting a lot of extra cardio in recently. As I slipped into the pool, my best friend Thomas also noticed I was looking pretty good! After the swim, I put my costume back on under my clothes. 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 there. 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.

Then 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. Her touch was magical, more so than usual.

"But... How?" she asked, as I expected.

"Long story short, I was chosen by a being from another dimension to be its vessel for justice or something like that, and now I'm super strong and stuff!"

"You're more beefy than usual!" she exclaimed, eyes wide as she analysed my chest and abdomen. "I gotta admit, you look real good in this costume..."

My chest shook in her paws as I laughed. "I knew you'd love it all!"

"To be honest, I've always kinda hoped something like this would happen..." she was saying. "I've always wanted my own superhero. Looks like now I own one..."

Then her paws trailed lower. The paw on my back ran over the thin fabric over my backside below my tail, frequently brushing over onto the exposed parts of my rump 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. This felt so much better than usual, for some reason.

"Yes, boy," said Falcon, suddenly intruding on our special moment, which frustrated me somewhat. "The enhanced senses I have given you have also increased your physical sensitivity."

"Nice..." I thought back, tongue hanging as I let out another long sigh of pleasure. My relationship with Faith had just risen to a whole new level.

"Heh. That's right. Moan, my 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. "We both know you don't mind."

Since we met, Faith and I discovered we both shared the same kink: 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 inside them. Clearly, she had the same idea here.

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. Meanwhile, her other paw was now pressing the blue fabric over my posterior inward, slowly penetrating.

"I... I'm gonna cum..." I said through my rapid breathing.

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 nearby could easily have heard us. 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, my legs gave out from under me. Keeping her now-gooey paw inside my costume, she took hold of me and gently lowered me to the floor, sitting me down against the wall of the stairwell. I was still panting heavily after the ordeal.

"Wow! That may have been your biggest milking so far!" she exclaimed, teasingly, of course. "Is it just me, or are you more sensitive than usual?"

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

Her paw slipped out of the leg hole and wrapped around my bulge, rubbing the soiled and drenched fabric, as well as the slowly softening organ within.

"Did you like that, superhero?"

"Mmmmm... Yeah..." I responded with a pleasured sigh, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as she massaged. 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.

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.

"So what can you do? Tell me!" she asked excitedly, now that other concerns were dealt with.

"Well, that entity I mentioned? He 'bonded' with me, and now he speaks to me in my head. After that happened, I went for a test run at a construction yard during the weekend. I can lift nearly two tons, jump about two storeys, punch through a brick wall, run like a professional athlete, and my senses are sharp enough that I can't be snuck up on!"

"Awesome!" she praised.

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

"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. Then I hopped between the walls on either side up to a 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. After, I pulled down my pants, my leg fur now joining the fur on my arms in exposure to the cool night air. Finally, 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 Crystal 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 was 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 sit-ups 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, a terrified stoat, his voice soaked with fear. "I swear!"

"It's okay, mate," said the other figure with a thick Australian accent. Despite my enhanced vision, it was still too dark to make out any of his distinct features. "Take your time."

"R-Really?"

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

This was definitely criminal. I was sure of it. My muscles tensed and the adrenaline began to surge as I realised that a mugging, or worse, was about to occur. At long last, it was time to go to work, and for Streak to come to the rescue!

I flipped off the roof and fell all four storeys before achieving a perfect superhero landing right between the two characters, separating them before any violence could occur. The bright blue energy that accompanied my rapid movement bathed the alleyway in blue light. Finally, I got a good look at the criminal. He resembled a Doberman, but... instead of fur, there was just some shiny, oily, pure black substance coating his entire body. That's when I realised why I couldn't see him clearly in the dark.

"Get outta here, quick!" I yelled as I rapidly stood up, ready for a fight and shielding the innocent stoat from harm like a true hero! Wisely, the poor guy ran off without a word.

"Who are you?" asked the villain, completely unperturbed by my arrival, and apparently not angry that I separated him from his victim. "And what's a cute wolf like you doing on the streets naked?"

"I'm not naked!" I yelled, balling my fists. Then I took a moment to consider my state of dress. "Okay, maybe I'm about fifty percent naked. Or fifty percent clothed if you're a glass-half-full kinda guy. And the name's Streak! I'm the new superhero who's gonna kick your butt! What are you supposed to be?!" I asked with a disgusted sneer.

"Me?" responded the slime Doberman, snickering. "You can just call me 'Dirtbag'. Everyone else does."

"Fitting, because it's garbage day!" I yelled, smiling.

Then I launched the strike 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..."

"No, it's not," he said, responding to my wit.

Much to my horror, the villain then 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...?" I pleaded with a fearful smile.

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

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

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

I rose as quickly as I could, but there was an ache in my arm where it had collided with the wall. So I responded to the villain with a kick, swinging my right leg to slam my boot into the side of Dirtbag's head.

Black ooze streamed from the point of impact in long strings of slime before suddenly retracting and reforming into that Doberman head. That's when I knew I was in serious trouble.

He suddenly raised an arm, extending it in a formless black tendril before grabbing me by the throat with it. The slime wrapped around my neck firmly as he brutally shoved me back into the wall. I hear the hard brick crack behind me as my spine collides with it. I wince loudly.

"Hold on tight, pup!"

Then he pulled back hard and slammed me face-first into the wall on the opposite side of the alley. I managed to bring up my arms to shield my head from the impact, but my knees were not so lucky, and now they felt like they were vibrating.

Finally, Dirtbag threw me again, but this time let go of my throat, letting me go flying towards the back of the alley, landing with a loud crash as I collided with some trash bins.

"Retreat immediately," said Falcon. "This fight is lost. You are endangering yourself unnecessarily."

"No way," I responded, slowly standing up. A painful crack in my back told me to get back down, but that wasn't an option. Plus, I wasn't giving up.

I stood up tall and puffed up my chest with courage. "Let's tango!" I yelled and made a mental note to make that my catchphrase.

"I refuse to aid you unless you retreat, boy," continued Falcon's chastising. "You need to understand that you are outmatched here."

I ignored him and grabbed a trash bag on the ground. With all the strength I could muster, I threw it at Dirtbag.

He dodged, slithering to the side. The throw wasn't fast enough, so I tried something else. I grabbed and threw two bags instead.

He dodged again. In hindsight, I should've thrown trash cans can instead.

Just as I wrapped my arms around a full dumpster, struggling to get a good grip, Dirtbag suddenly charged, running at me with scary speed. I panicked and abandoned my plan to throw the dumpster, just as he turned a slimy paw into a sphere that he forced into my face. It was solid, and instantly blood flew from my nose as the small wrecking ball hit its handsome mark, sending me stumbling backwards.

Before I could recover, he then 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.

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

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, turning me so that my belly was facing upwards. 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, head leaning back, the muddy villain lowering me down somewhat so that both our faces were barely a foot apart, him grinning at me with that slimy muzzle. "Stop! You're gonna make me cum!"

"That's the idea, mate. Better learn to enjoy it," 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.

Several minutes passed, nearing five, Dirtbag slowly moving inside me from behind while his slimy paw gripped and massaged my throbbing member through my costume, manipulating it like a brush in the grip of an artist that he used to paint a humiliating picture of me, and my leotard was the canvas. I impotently seeped pre-cum into the fabric, rapidly staining it dark with a growing patch of wetness. Now I was becoming desperate as the pleasurable torture left me panting and writhing endlessly. Then the worst happened, and I felt a slimy tendril of goo slide into my urethra, deep inside me. No matter how close I came, I couldn't cum, and I now wanted the sweet release that I was previously afraid of, that he wasn't giving me.

"P-Please! Please let me cum!"

"You're not cummin' until you refer to me as 'daddy', okay?" said Dirtbag, firmly. "I wanna hear you blurt out your submission!"

"Please let me cum... d-daddy!" I breathed with some hesitation, so humiliated. "I surrender! You've won! You're my dadd--Ahhhh!"

"Good boy. Now, blow your loser load for daddy!" he taunted, finally sliding the long tendril out of my urethra, and the rapid vibrating of the tendril deep in my backside and the gooey paw masturbating me through my costume sent me flying over the edge, triggering my release.

I came furiously, moaning louder still in forced pleasure as I began spewing load after load into my costume, rapidly gyrating my hips with each pulse of my cream. 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 seed. 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 hold 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 back 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."

Falcon had a point. 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. But...

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

Falcon was not impressed. "That hope is now very vague."