Heartthrob and Thunder Thighs

Something a little more cute and sketch-like I've had in mind for a while. Real dialogue heavy, but has its lewdness tossed in throughout. It's got a few things woven in, like how superheroes work in this world and moon amazons and mutant rights, and I like to tease at stuff like that in general. Feels like it has enough hooks to follow up some day


Rosie’s wasn’t anything special of a restaurant apart from having a little of everything. Food, of course, was presentable, along with hard drinks and good coffee. It was spacious and cozy, and the place was discretely favored by the superhero community for the privacy it afforded them if dire business arose and they didn’t have a secret base like some of the big shots. It was naturally the kind of place that Jenna and Vicky liked to meet to catch up.

Jenna had arrived early and reserved a table. She had thick blonde hair that curly lazily down past her shoulders. She worked in management at the office for a robotics factory, so she was comfortable in a pair of slacks and a jacket. Under that, she wore a low and revealing top, bearing plenty of cleavage to anyone who bothered to look. It wasn’t like it was her choice to begin with… the heart transplant wouldn’t let her do anything else. Even with the scar off to one side of her chest, it needed space to “breathe.”

Jenna Vix had a late-developing condition that fortunately left them with plenty of time to weigh their options. She had gone with the less expensive option of a prototype artificial heart, guaranteed to work with some non-health-based sideeffects. It was what had turned her into a superhero. It worked so well that it provided her a level of super strength, but most noticeably she could pump it into overdrive to fire a seismic burst of force out of her breast. It was what had landed her the codename of Heartthrob, and unfortunately a reputation as something of a slut. Naturally, with earth-shattering bursts of kinetic energy coming from her tits and her raised body temperature slowly melting anything she wore over it, she had to constantly wear something that kept it out in the open.

Vicky Fan arrived a few minutes later, more casually dressed in a t-shirt and high but loose shorts. She was an Asian woman in law school, her hair cut short and straight. She had a narrow face and lean but athletic build that left her as pretty to look at, but she was in a similar predicament to Jenna. She was a mutant, but she lived her life as a normal citizen as much as she could. Of course, she still fought crime in her spare time as well, but she found it even more annoying to get some judging looks when she sat across from Jen with her legs spread apart.

Vicky’s mutation had created some type of extra musculature between her legs. Whenever her thighs rubbed together, it generated an energy beam that could blow up a robot or tear a hole through the pavement, depending how long she maintained it. She’d long since learned to adjust her posture and way of walking, but the wiggle of her hips and wide-braced stance left her with a reputation as a spread-legged flirt as well.

“Hey, Vic! Been a while.” Jenna sat up and hugged her old friend, the two loose friends since high school and closer since they had gotten into the crime fighting business.

"I know! How's it been?" Vicky asked as she hugged back and took her seat across from her.

Jenna hissed a breath through her teeth. "Well... work at the office has been good!" she said with a hesitant optimism.

"Yea... yea..." Vicky said with a nod as she thumbed the menu. "Uh... school's good. Still acing it."

"Good! Good!" They put in their orders with the waiter, and when they were sure they had some time alone, they sighed. "So what's worse? The private life or the public life?"

"Private," Thunderthighs said with a frown.

"Really?!"

"Definitely. I thought college was where you experimented. I can barely get through some heavy makeouts before blasting someone across the room."

"It's public all the way, for me. I swear if I see another 'Heartthrob is a super slut' thread or graffiti I'm gonna scream." The blonde rubbed her temples with an amused sort of frown. "It's not like I can tell them I have a nuclear heart condition that makes me keep the girls out in the open."

"I know. I get the same with the thong comments," Vicky nodded. "But it's not like you're Dairy Queen."

"Oh my god, right?!" Heartthrob threw up a hand in an exemplifying gesture before taking her cocktail from the waiter with a quick thanks. She took a drink to stall until he dropped off the rest of their drinks and left. "I don't care what she says, giant tits is NOT a mutant power!"

"And they're soooo fake!" TT agreed before sipping her beer. "They're not just non-mutant, they're not even natural, girl!"

"And I'm sure she doesn't have a nuclear heart," Heartthrob accused, looking to vent this kind of heroine gossip for a while now. "She dresses like that because she's a slut, not because her clothes melt. It's profiling, that's what it is."

"It's the Justice Bitches, I tell you," Vicky agreed. "They're leaving a bad impression. Kids are growing up with role models in the media like Blackbox, Quickie, She-Wolf, Womandroid... that's just what people expect now! Trashy names and skimpy outfits for the heroines while the heroes get all the good ones."

"God, I would kill for a code name like Sanctum or Bloodsport," Heartthrob sighed with another drink. "Not that it'd fix the costume issues."

"It's just a necessity by now," Vicky assured her, patting her friend on the arm. "At least you've got a good rack. I'd hate to have what you've got going on with these tits."

"No, sweetie, they look good. Your costume just draws the eye away cuz of... you know."

"Yea, a crotch line so high that it's barely legal. I've seen porn stars wearing more down there than I have to."

"Well it's skin on skin contact that does it, right?"

"No, it goes through clothes. I just need to see what's going on down there if I'm going to keep track of it. Especially if I'm aiming. I tried a little skirt thing once, but I couldn't see shit. I don't think Mi Armor will work with me again after all that blind firing..."

"You know, I heard that they're actually a woman under all the power armor," Heartthrob added. "Just wanted to avoid the social expectations."

"I mean, there's Hooligan," Thunder Thighs offered. "She basically fights in street clothes."

"Yea, but have you seen her approval rating? She probably couldn't afford a costume if she wanted one at this rate. The sponsors wouldn't back a heroine that nobody recognizes because she fights in whatever she's wearing."

"Does she have invulnerability on her clothes too? Somehow she avoids any scandals or nip slips as far as I know."

"I mean, she must, right?! That'd be damn convenient! Even this hyper-fabric stuff blasts off whenever I fight that pervo Acidian."

"Oh god, that's all he does, isn't it? He just goes for the clothes. Every time."

"I mean, I guess it works! Nobody wants to fight him! It's like, Fecomancer, Dr. Demise, then him on the least-wanted list! Let the Justice Bitches handle them."

"I bet they'd be on vacation at their moon base or something... let us B-ranks handle it. Be all 'ohh, it's good publicity for you," Heartthrob said in a nasally impression as she finished her drink and went to her iced tea. "Ugh. I'm gonna need more for this. Split a bottle of wine?"

"Please." Thunder Thighs slumped back and downed the last of her beer before going on to soda. "So did you know we have fanart?"

"Yea," Heartthrob sighed as she played with her straw, stopping to adjust her top. "Not the kind you hoped for when you got the job, right?"

"Like... objectifying? Okay. Celebrities get that. Children's cartoons get that. But I didn't... when they get into doing guro and fart stuff about me?"

"Right? And the inflation," Jenna groaned. "Talk about 'my power is a curse' stuff that Shadow Man keeps rambling about..."

"And now he's running for governor," Vicky laughed. "Long way from guys in masks chasing mobsters."

"So... what's it with the private life?" Jenna pried as she opened up the wine.

"Uh... so... does the boobs thing ever get in the way of...?"

"Oh, god, yes!" Jenna blurted. "When my heart rate and chest muscles control the atomic ticker? I've got guys afraid to touch them. To touch THESE, Vicky!" She cupped her chest and gave them a jiggle. "I've got double D's and dudes don't want to touch them! Like, I get it. They're nuclear-powered and they feel like I've got a bad fever. But it's 2057! People tend to get a little weird! Get used to it!"

"I mean, they're not THAT radioactive," Vicky added.

"Less harmful radiation in it than a banana. That's exactly what they told me when they put it in. Just... you know, if I get a little excited and twitch the wrong way."

Both girls made a gesture and a noise to indicate an explosion.

"I get you. Same deal here. If those legs squeeze too tight around a guy... well, I've sent my share of potential boys across the room."

"That is just the worst kind of edging towards an orgasm I could imagine..." Heartthrob mused as she finished her glass of wine and made room for their dinner being served.

"Oh, but... well, don't tell anybody, but I picked up a kind of secondary mutation," Vicky went on when the server had left. "Just makes it weirder."

"Weirder how? We're already literally repellent to boys because of powers that don't want us getting laid."

"Right? Because you KNOW Dr. Demise gets laid, and dude's basically a terrorist. So anyway, I'm... showering one day, and there's like this extra set of hands. Down there."

"Oh noooo," Jenna groaned.

"Like... internal hands. I get a mirror and I've got... lady tentacles."

"Son of... I am so, sorry, Vic. You are an Asian girl with tentacles."

"Oh, I'm aware! But... I tried using them."

"Vicky, noooo."

"I was at a party and we got wild, and I hooked up with this guy. Or tried to..."

"Viiiic, you're breaking my nuclear heart right now."

"So I warn him about the thigh beams, and I tell him 'It's okay. I have a grip in there that'll hold you down.' Needless to say, it got too weird for him. Didn't get far with that one."

"For real. I have to keep a thick pillow around my tits when I'm browsing porn just so I don't wake the neighbors. That took a while when the doctors said it was the best thing to keep up my heart rate after I first got it." Heartthrob popped some of her chicken into her mouth. "But there's got to be something good going on in your life, right?"

"Well, school's been going well, like I said. I've kind of got the pace of the teachers down by now, should be graduate and a full on lawyer in a couple years. But... I mean, I got somebody's number lately."

"Well that's something. Horses and getting back on, right? Do they know?"

"Yea, I told them about the powers. Both of them. So... you ever think about girls, Jen?"

"Oh. Huh. I mean, we live in this culture, so I mean, I have to look at a girl sometimes. Though this isn't just about the powers, right?"

"Noooo, no. I've been thinking about it a while. It was never NOT on my mind, I just didn't have the chance like this."

"So what's she like?" Heartthrob asked as she clumsily picked a french fry out of her cleavage.

"She's a little... uh... you know Rosa Rampage?"

"We're familiar," Jenna nodded. "In the sense that she threw a city bus at me once. The moon amazon with the ridiculous abs. She works for Demise, right?"

"Sometimes. She's freelance. Muscle for hire. But yea... that's her."

Jenna almost choked. "Oh my god! You're 'doing the darkside?' I mean, we all thought about it. I look at Paramount and I'm like, yea I'd hit that, but-"

"I mean, we had a date," Vicky defended sheepishly. "We talked a lot like this. Just the politics, and how the biggest team of superheroes with the most funding is a bunch of slutty reality TV rejects..."

"I mean, they literally recruited their last two members on reality TV, so technically they're reality TV approved."

"But she's nice! She's got this cute Lunar accent and she's a professional so she's really sweet. No hero stuff when we're off the clock. And I've never dated a girl 7-foot tall girl."

Jenna scrutinized her blushing teammate for a quiet minute. "You think you can make it work?"

"I mean, she knows about me and my powers. I know about hers. Sounds like moon amazon anatomy is pretty much human..."

"And you know the rules, right? About fraternizing?" They weren't exactly official rules, like the no-killing rule that brought V.I.G.I.L. down on you. It was sort of an unspoken rule that you kept business out of pleasure. It was what split up Mr. and Mrs. Immortal in the end, and Dragonfire seemed to keep letting Jade Cougar get away ever since the rumors started.

"Don't try to convert her," Vicky muttered as she poked at her meal. "Keep it separate from the business. Use protection in case they're trying to poison and betray you."

Heartthrob refilled Vicky's glass and smiled, patting her on the shoulder. "At least you're not dating Acidian. I'm happy for you, girl. And hey, maybe moon girls like the tentacles.”

Vicky smiled and took a drink. "So what about you? You've got good news too, right?"

"I've got a recruitment offer from The Vigilants. It'd be a pay jump, and you know, the usual benefits of team-ups. They've got Samsonite and Carrion, so they've got somebody willing to take a hit while I give supporting fire."

"Oh yea. A couple of tanks. Carrion's got the whole gas mask zombie thing going on, but Samsonite's cute. Got the medieval buff look. And I hear he's immovable, if you ever... y'know."

"Business and pleasure," Jenna insisted sharply, going back to her chicken. "I'm not risking the best opportunity I've had since I walked out on the Justice Bitches offer."

"You can keep it professional," Thunder Thighs giggled, tapping her leg with her foot under the table. "We work together and we can still hang out."

"And fool around in high school," Jenna chuckled. "So many bruises... but I'm happy for you, Vic."

"Yea, you too." Vicky picked up her empty glass and held it out across the table.

Jenna refilled her while she picked up her own glass and tapped it against her friend's glass. "Cheers then. To neither of us being in the Justice Bitches."

"Ha! Amen to that!" Vicky laughed. "Fuck those Bitches"

"To fuckin' em!" Jenna giggled back before they both drank deep.