Stretched Deep by Authority Amazon: Scene 3

On the other side of the city, an empty car arced through the air and missed a flying superhero by mere inches. One tonne of aluminium, rubber, and glass smashed into another parked car, causing alarms to blare, headlights to flash, and those bystanders who hadn’t yet gotten the hint that standing around might not be the best career move, to scream and run.

Authority Amazon swooped down, landed lightly, and sprinted at her opponent with fists at the ready, a warcry on her lips. “No-Nut!” she screamed. The Futa hero flashed between shadow and illumination in between streetlights, with her skin-tight spandex super suit and cape that billowed out behind her. Her firm muscles flexed with the effort of combat and her long blonde hair whipped around her face, held in check only by the silver tiara that adorned her head. But by far the most noticeable features of New Futalia’s newest Super star were the large set of perky breasts that strained credulity with how her suit moulded to their form, and the massive bulge at her crotch that promised an eye-watering hole stretch like no other. Unlike many other heroes, though, Authority Amazon chose to wear a loin cloth made of the same material as her cape, so her bulge, though prominent, wasn’t quite as in-your-face as it might have been.

The paragon hero charged forward towards her target, No-Nut-Nun, another Futa wearing black spandex and a nun’s habit. The main other difference between her outfit and Authority Amazon’s was that her Futa balls were on full display, held in place by a see-through plastic material that showed the cum-filled orbs throbbing with every exertion of their owner’s power.

The two supers met in a thundering clash causing a minor shockwave to radiate out from the epicentre, sending nearby newspapers to whip and spin in the air.

“I thought you were done!” Amazon snarled, inches from No-Nut’s face.

The nun-themed villain giggled. “Why would I be done, when my balls are still so—” She slashed out with her arms, blasting Amazon back across the street, “FULL!”

Amazon skidded to a halt, then instantly blocked as No-Nut appeared in front of her and the two began a rapid exchange of kicks and punches. The two struck at each other again with enough force to send both shooting backwards, Amazon smashing into the same car No-Nut had recently thrown at her.

She spat to the side, then reached a hand into her mouth to find blood flowing freely. Her fist clenched. Damn it! No-Nut’s power was no joke. When she’d first heard that a Futa villain had appeared who used the seed in her balls like a kind of reservoir of power to fuel her attacks, Amazon had rolled her eyes. It was just so stereotypically Futa. Well, she wasn’t laughing now. In her five-year career as a hero, No-Nut had become her nemesis for three of them.

Wincing, Amazon pried herself out of the wreckage and stood to face her opponent once more. The simple truth was that so long as No-Nut still had plenty of seed left in her those respectably-sized baby-makers, No-Nut could go toe-to-toe with her, and even over power her. Looking at the villains costume, Amazon judged the Futa had run through most of her reserves already, but it still wasn’t enough to tip the odds in her favour.

Damn it!

Amazon coughed up blood. The action only took a fraction of a moment. Barely enough time for No-Nut to do anything meaningful, but the paragon super had reckoned without the villain having backup. When she looked again, a random mook was by No-Nut’s side holding a male up by his collar like he was a kitten.

She froze.

The male looked scared, but also more than a little turned on. His cheeks were flushed, his skin smooth, and his dress made up of a short skirt, thigh-high socks, and a loose t-shirt. In short, he was the very picture of a fresh-faced femboi just made for Futa cock.

“You know you’re not powerful enough to defeat me, Authority Amazon!” No-Nut called out across the space between them. The street was suddenly very quiet. Everyone else had already fled. The police would no doubt have blocked off the road to traffic. It was just the four of them staring each other down. Well, two Futa staring each other down, one mook standing by dutifully, and one femboi nervously glancing between the three others and desperately not looking at the massive cocks each one of them sported. No-Nut cleared her throat. “You know that if you want to fight me, you must give in!”

Amazon let out a scream of frustration and smashed her fist into the road, causing the tarmac to crack and buckle.

No-nut made a disgusted noise. “Do you have any idea just how much I despise you, Authority Amazon?” She ran a gentle hand down the femboi’s side causing the male to whine and wriggle in the mook’s grip. “You have superpowers that every Futa dreams of. You’re strong, fast, basically indestructible, can fly, and have a whole bunch of other OP bullshit you seem to just pull out of your panties whenever you feel like.”

A full list of those OP skills shot through Amazon’s mind and annoyingly, for one reason or another, not one of them was going to be work for her right now.

“But above all else!” No-Nut continued, raising her voice to a shout, “You can temporarily spike your power even higher than normal, simply by doing what all Futa dream of! Dishing out brutal fuckings dangerous enough to literally break males and seeding them so hard their brains dribble out their ears!” No-Nut took a moment to draw in a deep breath before she continued her rant. “AND YOU DON’T DO IT!” Her face had gone fully red now. Tears ran down her face. “You have the dream power up skill every Futa who’s not a total pussy wants! And you don’t use it! Do you have any fucking idea what that feels like? My power works best when I don’t cum for days on end. DAYS! WHAT AM I?! A CAGED FUCKING MALE?!”

Authority Amazon ground her teeth together. She’d used that power exactly once and sworn off ever doing it again. The boi hadn’t been able to take it. Now she didn’t hit on males at all and had been basically celibate for nearly two years. Even if she wanted to be gentle her power had a way of taking over. What kind of hero actively hurt those she was trying to save?! She knew it made her the butt of jokes, but she also didn’t care. She was Authority Amazon! Anyone who didn’t like her methods could go hang. Though admittedly, not having fucked a good boi-pussy, or, hell, even a good girl-pussy, in what felt like forever, was causing some serious phycological stress, she knew. Futa simply weren’t made for that kind of deprivation. As though to emphasis the point, she felt her giant girl meat throb and pulse in her panties.

No-Nut wrenched the fem-boi from her mook’s grip and marched forward several steps, holding his wide-eyed and blushing body up between them like a writ of summons. “You want to defeat me, Authority Amazon?! You want to take me down and lock me away?! Then take this cute boi here and fuck him so hard he loses his brain! Throw away that stupid morality of yours and embrace your power! Use it how it was meant to be used!”

Growling into the tarmac, Authority Amazon shook her head, causing her blonde hair to sweep the road. She looked up, saw the male through her locks, saw the fucking adorable way he writhed in No-Nut’s grip, saw the swell of his hips and the boy-ish charm in his face. The blushing, the panting, the way his eyes darted around like a prey animal desperately looking for a way out. She imagined how good it would feel to push him down to the ground, rip off his fem-boi clothes, and bury herself deep inside a wet-stretched ass hole. How it would feel to pump and pump and cum and cum. She felt her Futa cock throb again in her panties. Felt just how heavy and full her balls were. Her fist clenched.

“No.” She announced her verdict with a firmness as final as the heat death of the universe.

No-Nut-Nun looked momentarily gob-smacked. As though there was simply no way the hero before her could have possibility refused what she herself would have snatched in a heartbeat. Then the rage in her face started to build again. Her habit started vibrating with pure fury.

Amazon was just getting ready to fight again, this time putting a priority on getting the male out of harms way before they really went at it, when she heard the most welcome sound in the world.

“Hero HQ Hooooo!” bellowed Thunder Throb, landing beside her in the classic hero landing pose.

Amazon felt her heart lighten ten times in barely a few seconds.

“Well, lookie here. Seems like the amazing walking blue balls is back for round two!” Amazon’s best friend smacked her fists together. “And apparently, someone has been a very naughty Futa. Dealing in illegal femboi trafficking from the Union Empire, No-Nut? That’s more than your usual fair.”

No-Nut snarled. “You don’t know anything!”

“Correction, we didn’t know anything, but your actions tonight have given us a whole bunch of leads to follow up on!” Thunder Throb stood with bright smile on her face and her hands on her hips. “You ready, Zones?”

Authority Amazon climbed to her feet and took a fighting stance. She smiled grimly. “I was born ready.”

“Then let’s smack this walking kill-joy holiday down and rescue the adorable damsel in distress!” Throbs spoke out of the corner of her mouth so only she could hear. “I assume you haven’t called dibs on him?”

“You assume correctly.”

“Then let’s do this!”

And the two charged with all their combined power at the snarling super-powered Futa villain.

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