Heroine Overdose Ch. 02

"I just got in the door. Am I just a piece of meat to you two?" I said, joking.

"Uh, yeah dude," said Changeling.

I looked to Artemis, begging for a respite. She understood me. The goddess unfolded her legs and stood up to her full statuesque height. She spoke in the way that she had spoken to me that first night, the language that was not a request but a command - the gaes. "Changeling. Sit."

The rainbow-haired heroine sunk to her knees quickly, as if gravity's pull on her had suddenly trebled. "I'm not a dog, you know."

"Quiet." And Changeling's mouth clamped shut. Among Artemis's many talents, being able to shut up her teammate was undoubtedly the most impressive.

Artemis grabbed me by the wrist. Her touch still gave me goosebumps, like when I would accidentally brush up against Cady O'Neil in the sixth grade. She guided me to stand in front of Changeling. I had an idea of where this was going.

"Suck."

Changeling immediately started unbuckling my pants. I could see in my eyes that she was into this. Someone as magically powerful as her could probably put up at least some resistance to the gaes if she wanted to, but I knew from experience that obeying it felt so damn good. And hell, I wasn't about to complain.

The shapeshifter fished my rapidly-hardening cock out, and immediately wrapped her lips around it. There was more than just the gaes-mandated sucking involved. Changeling flicked her tongue up to tease the head of my dick, and she reached a hand out to carress my balls. I groaned as pleasure shot through my body.

Artemis knelt next to Changeling, making a graceful motion out of it. When I saw the wicked smile on her face, my heart skipped a beat and my dick swelled in Changeling's mouth. "Now let me have a taste. Changeling reluctantly surrendered my cock, and Artemis quickly took it into her beautiful mouth.

It's a little corny to describe the demi-goddess's blowjob as divine, but I really can't find a better way to phrase it. I couldn't even feel the strokes of her tongue, just an overwhelming sensation of wet, warm pleasure. As Artemis bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, Artemis continued fondling my balls, even sliding a finger up to play with my taint.

"Come on Art," said Changeling. "Don't hog him." And, having wrested my cock from the other beautiful superheroine, she began blowing me again. Okay, sometimes my life is pretty good.

The shapeshifter pulled me out of her mouth and began stroking me, my shaft now slick with saliva. "Hey man. I didn't know you were gay."

"Huh?" I wasn't quite thinking straight at that moment.

"'Cuz you're getting blown by a dude right now." Changeling peeled off the bottom half of outfit and showed that, despite otherwise having her normal feminine form, she was currently sporting a thick dick and two heavy balls.

I groaned. "This is not really the time for gotchas."

"Hey, I don't have a problem with you being gay."

Artemis turned to her teammate, strangely serious. "Changeling, you know that gender and sexuality are fluid, especially where you're involved." She had the tone of an elementary-school teacher who was tired of dealing with the biggest troublemaker in the class.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I said. "We can discuss all this later... if at all. And Changeling, put that thing away."

"I like my dick," Changeling said.

"I like her dick too," said Artemis, her wicked smile returning.

Well, I was outvoted.

Once we arrived in the bedroom, Artemis discarded her diaphanous white dress with one smooth motion of her hand. As always, I took a moment to marvel at her body, perfectly sculpted from the lift of her ass to the slight swell of her biceps - and of course her large, full breasts. Changeling pulled off her clothes slightly less gracefully and hopped onto the bed. She had a pretty tight bod too, and had made her breasts even bigger. Her jokey confidence, as much as it annoyed me, was also a turn-on. And if she had a big cock hanging from between her legs, well, I didn't have to look there.

Artemis lay upside-down next to Changeling, and quickly took her cock in her mouth. I continued staring just for a minute, trying to process my feelings about seeing the demi-goddess bob her head up and down on her teammate's girl-cock. Then I slid off my shirt and crawled onto the head of the bed. I kissed Changeling, surprising her a bit, and then nestled my head in between Artemis's thighs.

As always, her flavour was musky and pungent, but strangely enjoyable. It felt regal, in a way I couldn't quite put my finger on. Artemis groaned around Changeling's cock as I flicked my tongue inside of her and arched it upwards, looking for her most sensitive spots. She may have been divine, but there are some things that can bring even a goddess to her knees.

I turned my tongue away and began to thrust into Artemis with two fingers in a rhythmic motion. With my other hand, I flicked her clit, drawing a shiver from her shapely legs. I looked over to Changeling, who was beginning to react to Artemis's blowjob. Her breasts heaved up and down as her cock vanished beneath the other heroine's ruby lips. She gave me a wild grin, as if daring me to do better. So I did.

I stood up and pulled Artemis's torso off the bed. The girls scrambled around to reposition, with Changeling now kneeling on the opposite side of the big bed as she face-fucked her prone teammate. I grabbed onto Artemis's waist and slid my hard cock into her depths, giving it just a little size boost on the way. The heroine Artemis, who represented grace and beauty to the nation, was getting spit-roasted.

We managed a ragged, herky-jerky rhythm. Artemis would slide forward, taking Changeling's cock as deep in her mouth as possible until the shapeshifter's balls were resting on her lips. Then she would relax back, sinking her divine pussy back onto my cock until I hit bottom. I would thrust a few times, flicking the nib of her clit, and Artemis would lean forward again in her latest attempt to suck Changeling dry.

"Wait," Artemis gasped after a few shifts of this. "I want you both at once."

The logistics of this seemed complicated at first, but we all moved with an instinctual rhythm. Changeling lay down on the bed, and Artemis mounted her artificial shaft. Their bountiful breasts pressed together as Artemis pumped her hips up and down on Changeling's cock. Then I slid in behind Artemis, prying her cheek apart. Normally saliva and pussy juice are not effective lubricant, but I suppose that a goddess's bodily fluids can do whatever they want.

Artemis's ass was both impossibly tight and perfectly accomodating. With a grunt of effort, I pushed my cockhead in pass her rosebud, and then gradually slid the rest of my shaft into her bowels. I felt a little discomfort (but perhaps a little thrill) as my balls slapped against Changeling's, and especially as I could feel her thick shaft flex in Artemis's other orifice. But that heavenly squeeze was powerful enough for me to dismiss it.

I changed my cock again, making it long and thin, perfect for anal pleasure. Once again, Artemis did most of the work, thrusting back on my cock and then down onto Changeling. We gripped her beween us, our hands ravishing her body and reaching every sensitive spot. "Gods!" Artemis cursed as her first orgasm shot through her. The second and third weren't far behind.

After everything, I didn't think I would be able to last long too. And Changeling was huffing and puffing, apparently not used to this side of having a cock. We looked at each other as we continued fucking Artemis. For a moment, there was a kind of contest between us to see who could last the longer. But all of a sudden, at the same time, there was to be no more holding out.

"Come on me!" Artemis barked, her voice hoarse. We pulled out and shoved her heaving body down to the bed. With a few strokes, both of us were coming, shooting ropes of pearly white seed across Artemis's body. My cum splashed against her big round breasts, while Changeling defiled the goddess's face. And then we both collapsed down next to her.

"Geez," Changeling said, after a moment. "I have to be careful with a thing like this. I don't know how you guys even think straight.

"Mostly, we don't," I said.

"That was... great," said Artemis. "I've always loved that feeling of double penetration. The first time I did it was with Ajax and Achilles, you know."

"Oh, here we are with the name-dropping," said Changeling.

Artemis turned and kissed me on the cheek, getting just a tad more of Changeling's cum on me than I was comfortable with. "Hopefully that will last me for a little while. Changeling and I are going to be away for a few days. Top-secret extradimensional things, you see."

I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to make daily rounds like this, but decided that after all of that I couldn't really complain. "Well, if that's the case... maybe we should give you a second dose of mortal cum."

Artemis gave me a wicked grin. "Better safe than sorry, right?"

--

That night, I was back up on the roof of my apartment, preparing for the hunt. I still had my old suit, but it had been freshly laundered at Phil's house. I had picked up a cheap portable radio at the mall on the way home and spent an evening flicking between talk-radio stations until I found the frequency that the police still used. I would have thought that most big-city departments would have switched over to some kind of app by now, but the cops here tended be old-fashioned. Maybe the legalisation of superheroes had made them complacent.

As the sun set, I was trying to make out the news of a carjacking over crackling static. Someone dropped behind me, and I spun around. It was Pixie.

She was dressed in her head-to-toe pink costume, her mouth and chin the only things exposed. (For what it's worth, she had a very cute set of lips.) "This where you live?" she said.

"No," I said. "I mean... it's none of your business."

"Good," said Pixie. "I heard this building has bed bugs."

"Wait, really? I mean... very interesting. It's, uh, our duty to protect society's less fortunate."

I don't think my attempted gravitas had much effect on her. "What's the radio for? Listening to the oldies station?"

I explained my idea with the police scanner (which was really Phil's idea, but I was willing to take credit for it.) "We'll be able to head right to the source of emergencies."

"Emergencies the authorities are already taking care of?"

I hadn't thought of that, so decided to just plow through. "We might even run into an actual supervillain.""

That seemed to get Pixie genuinely excited. "All right. We might get to do something real tonight."

The scanner had gone silent before I could get any more information about the carjacking. So I waited until I heard something besides the usual chatter between cops and reports about naked guys wandering down the side of the highway. While I had been excited about facing down Black Wolf this afternoon, with night dawning I was starting to feel trepidation. Privately, i was hoping that we would get a mundane crime after all. Or maybe a lower-powered villain, like El Jackal or Scissor Sister or the Craftsmaster, one of those characters who were treated as kind of a joke in hero fandom.

But once again, I got exactly what I had wanted.

--

The half-moon was high in the sky when we heard it.

"Zero-zero, zero-zero! We have three civillians down with... dog bites on Ninth and Claremont! Suspects fleeiing north."

I knew what zero-zero meant, as did every cape aficianado. It was police code for a super-powered or supernatural incident of any kind, back from the days when they still tried to keep these things hush-hush.

Pixie practically squealed. "That's got to be the Black Wolf! Come on, let's get him!"

I was struck by her fearlessness. "You don't think that might be too much for us?"

My self-proclaimed sidekick shot me a grin. "Hey, you said we might meet a real supervillain, didn't you? Let's go! This is how we get famous!"

As it so happened, we were in perfect position to intercept the Black Wolf's pack. My apartment was on Twenty-Third, and only a few blocks away from Claremont Avenue. For once, my stride never failed, and my elongated limbs never stumbled as I stepped from roof to roof. Pixie, shrunk to three feet tall, clung to me like a backpack.

We caught them on one of the back streets, outside an auto body shop. Three drunk college kids, a boy and two girls, were standing in the middle of the road. Surrounding them were monsters. Some of them were almost human, given away only by pointed teeth or furry ears pointing up from beneath their shaggy hair. Others were all wolf, big black things with red eyes the size of a small horse. And their leader was the same villain I had met on my first night of heroism, the Black Wolf standing up on his haunches.

The taller of the girls stepped forward, mustering up all her courage. "Look, if you knew who my father was, you wouldn't mess with us." The pack errupted into a mixture of laughter and howling.

The Black Wolf grabbed the girl by the chin. "My darling, if your father were here I would rip his head off in front of you."

In every incident, there's a moment right before you get involved where the reasonable part of mind reminds you that you could still turn around, not get involved, go home and curl up under a nice warm blanket. I'll be honest and admit that moment lasted a bit longer than usual. But eventually, the unreasonable part of me won out, and I leapt down right into the circle of wolves.

I grew my feet so that they could absorb the impact of a jump from the roof of a two-story storefront. Pixie hopped off my back, quickly restoring herself to her usual (not all that considerable) size. The Black Wolf cocked his head and shoved the girl to the side. "Well, what have we here?" His snout scrunched up. "You smell familiar."

"My name is the Metamorph," I said. (I was trying out a new name - The Smasher wasn't really working.) "And I'm, uh, here to deliver justice. And protect the weak. Both of those things."

The Black Wolf howled, hysterical. "I marked you before, didn't I? But you never came back to me. Too bad. We could have used someone with your guts, scrawny as you are."

I turned back to the three terrified students. "We're going to make a hole for you three to go through. When that opens, run as fast as you can."

The Black Wolf cocked his head and gave me a big toothy grin. "Go head. Try it."

It wasn't that hard to pick out the weakest link in their group. He was one of the more humanoid werewolves, sporting a wifebeater and a bit of a gut. I knew the man's type - one of the petty bullies who were so desperate for a superpower that they would become lackeys to anyone who could give it to them. I ducked my head down, grew my fists, and barreled at him.

The goon chuckled, right until my fist caught him right underneath the chin. He crumpled down to the asphalt, unconscious. Pixie was right beside me, taking down a more wolf-like member of the pack with a flying kick. A brawny werewolf immediately closed in on me, but I held him off with elongated arms.

"Go!" I urged the wolves' intended victims. After just a moment of looking like deer in the headlights, they dashed through the hole in the circle that we created and out into the night. Looking back, I'm sure that with his speed the Black Wolf could have caught at least one of them. But he let them go. He had found more interesting prey.

We held our own for a little while. Longer than we had any right to, really. I dropped another wolf with a right hook that Changeling had taught me, and Pixie took one of the more humanoid minions down with a spin kick off a lamppost. But then they came at me all at once, and it was all I could do to avoid the lunging jaws of the werewolves. Pixie, similarly on the defensive, backed up until she bumped into me. We were now the centre of the circle, a circle that was rapidly closing.

Before long, we couldn't dodge their claws any longer. Pain shot through me as I felt them tear my costume. Pixie shrieked, and I can't say that I was any more composed. We crumpled to the ground, convinced that we were lost.

And then, all of a sudden, they backed off. The Black Wolf paced towards us. He snarled, and even from a few feet away I could feel the heat of his breath.

"That makes twice you have pestered me, little boy," he said to me. "You amuse be, but know that the third time will be your last." He then loped around to stare at Pixie. "As for you... you are new. I like you. You will be mine."

The Black Wolf moved quicker than I could track with my eye. And then he was on top of Pixie, her arm in his mouth. Summoning every reserve of courage I had, I socked him in the face. He didn't move.

The villain pulled his mouth off of Pixie, and then struck both of us with a hind leg. It was like getting hit by a train. I bounced a few times on the road, and rolled to a stop. My vision went fuzzy and there was a ringing in my ear, but I could distinctly hear the howling laughter of the Black Wolf's pack.

He leaned down next to me and drew his long, warm tongue across my cheek. "She will come to me by the full moon. Please, try to stop her. I'd like you to suffer a little more before I kill you."

By the time I could see straight again, they were long gone.

--

My injuries weren't as bad as I feared at first. Okay, they hurt like a bitch, and there was quite a bit of blood, but they were mostly superficial scratches and bites. I staggered over to where Pixie was laying. Her mask had been ripped off in all of this, and I could see for the first time her face. She was young, younger than I thought, with delicate features and chestnut-brown hair tied up in a bun. She would have been beautiful, if it hadn't been for the big gash in her forehead.

She was unconscious, but still alive. I picked her up in my arms, growing them until the point where I could safely cradle her. My torn-up skin screamed as it stretched out to accomodate the new influx of muscle and sinew. But I had to get her out of here, before the Black Wolf decided to stop playing with his food and come back after us.

There was, of course, only one place I could think to go to. A seemingly innocuous apartment building that, even bleeding and half-blind, I instinctively knew the way to. I stumbled through the secret entrance and up to the door of the Three Furies' headquarters. No matter what, they would know what to do.

Arachne answered the door - or maybe I should say Rachel. She was out of costume, dressed in a sweater and jeans, looking for the world like a normal college student. "Jesus," she said. "What the hell did you do?"

"We got in a fight with the Black Wolf," I said.

"Again?" Rachel looked at me with scorn. "Is she..."

"She's still alive," I said. I had been keeping an eye on the gentle rising and falling of Pixie's chest the whole time. "But she needs help. She got bit by him. Can Artemis do her healing... thing?"

Rachel sucked in her breath. "Dude, Artemis isn't here. She and Changeling are off in extra-dimensional space."

That was right. They had told me that. How had I been so stupid, to pick a fight with some one so dangerous when my powerful lovers couldn't swoop in and save me? I felt woozy, and it was only partially the blood loss. "Can... can you help me?"

"You two need to go to an actual fucking hospital," said Rachel. "I can't do anything here."

That was another thing I never thought of. The superheroes in the movies and comic books never went to a hospital. When they took their lumps, they slept on it and came back the next day for a rematch with the villain. Sometimes there were black-market doctors, covert love interests for the gritty hero. But it wasn't like what we were doing was illegal or below-ground - hell, we were sponsored by the government. If the wounds were treatable by anything less than magic, they would be treatable here.