Andromeda's Payback! N3 Variant

So this will be going out soon in you September rewards.  Thank you for your support and patience.  I'm thinking of ways to get more pieces done, with the time I'm spending on them currently.

For this piece I continued the little story from before.  It has an ending but it could continue...  Would patrons like to see this continue in some fashion?  Decide for yourself!

*Disclaimer:  This is really the only draft I wrote and hasn't been read since I wrote it so it could be shit.  Let me know.

Training Session

Part 2:

Andromeda’s eyes were in staring at bits of her costume as they floated by her eyes. She felt the electrical bolt but it didn’t hurt her as it just startled her. As the costume bit floated down, her body felt the cool air of the room. She could see that her costume was shredded and exposed even more of her in a public space than ever before. 

Andromeda’s breasts were bared with her costume hanging off of her arms. The Legion belt still hung around her waist but now had scraps dangling over it. She leaned forward and shifted her weight so she could see what was left of the bottom part of her costume. There were still parts of the edges of her leotard still wrapped around her hip to her groin, but her vagina was fully exposed. Andromeda’s face flushed in embarrassment and anger, but she somehow managed to keep it all in check, letting it simmer under a stoic display.

Andromeda didn’t realize it but her ears were filled with a soft ringing that was starting to fade and she could hear what sounded like the mewing of a small furry creature. But as the tonal range returned, she realized it was Spark, freaking out and apologizing repeatedly. Andromeda slowly turned to face Spark to show the full extent of the mishap. 

Spark’s face grew pale and her expression froze as she saw Andromeda’s body. Her blue eyes were the only thing moving as it scanned up and down the lean muscular features.  Her voice trailed off but she was still making words. Not anything really coherent but thoughts that crossed her mind and spilled out. To anyone that could hear it, it would just be babel. 

Blood began to return to Spark’s face as she was now embarrassed and ashamed for her actions and the resulting image before her eyes, because being so overwhelmed by the sight of Andromeda’s full and firm naked breasts to her tight and neatly trimmed crotch, Spark didn’t realize that Andromeda had slowly and deliberately approached Spark. 

Andromeda stood a foot or two in front of Spark, very much in her space. The difference in their height and physique could now be taken in by any other viewer. Andromeda towered over Spark, staring down on her with a stare of utter contempt. Spark craned her neck up to meet Andromeda’s gaze. To continue to stare forward, Spark would just lose herself in Andromeda’s breasts as that’s where her eyes were in relation to Andromeda’s body.

Andromeda’s lips parted saying one word, “Well?”

Spark squealed and began a run on sentence sputtering about the events that led up to the mishap, the result the physical appreciation of Andromeda’s physique, continually apologizing, and any other thought and feeling about the incident that crossed her mind. So fast and nonsensical the performance was that it rivaled even XS’s, another teammate of theirs’, diatribes. Spark could feel her body sweat and form under her costume

Spark’s chattering suddenly stopped as she decided to make a quick exit and get out unscathed. She blathered on a few more lines and ended, with, “In any case, it was a great teaming up with you. Let’s do it again some time.” Surprisingly, Spark casually patted Andromeda’s chest a couple times. The breast jiggled from the action. Then Spark proceeded to turn 180 degrees towards the door, took a step, intending to make a full sprint to it and even said, “Yoik!” But that was as far as she made it, because her feet weren’t even on the ground anymore. 

Like a cartoon character, her legs were making the motion of a full sprint, but getting nowhere as Andromeda had Spark by the neck and had lifted her inches off the ground. Spark’s mind was confused as forward progress was not made, but before it could address the cause, there was a sharp pull on her full body uniform. Material was grabbed from around the center of her back and pulled away with such force that Spark’s breasts and torso were compressed to cause her to involuntarily exhale. But she was able to quickly draw in breath as the fabric stretched apart and continued to be pulled away from her chest. Her naked breasts bounded and wobbled freed from the restraining fabric.

As time played slowly, Spark’s uniform continued to be pulled away in such a fashion that revealed more and more of her gymnast physique. The uniform tore apart at her shoulders and thighs as her belt buckle broke loose and flung off from the force of the action. The parts of her uniform that still resisted finally gave up and then slid between the gap of her vagina and thighs, tightly pressed together.Time replayed like a movie, showing the unveiling of Spark’s body from several different angles, distances and speeds.

Spark’s feet softly set upon ground, belying the forceful nature of the act that just occurred. Spark’s eyes were set forward and her expression was one of shock as her mind was catching up. Andromeda released her grip on Spark’s neck and took a step up behind the redhead, leaning down and looking at Spark’s ample bosom. Andromeda was surprised at the muscle tone this petite frame had. The uniforms really form themselves to the body but they apparently can still hide so much, she thought.

Andromeda continued to visually examine Spark’s body, taking in details as Spark stood still, with a little quiver as her mind was still reeling. Andromeda still had the tatters of Spark’s uniform in her hand as she clasped them behind her back while doing her inspection. 

Having circled Spark once and satisfied with what she saw, Andromeda stood next to Spark facing her. She bent down and with a smug smile said, “Guess we’re even now”. Spark’s body still wasn’t fully recovered, but he eyes shifted to the side to meet Andromeda’s gaze. Andromeda stood back up, turned and began to walk away. As she did so, she echoed, Spark’s remarks. “Yeah, great session! Let’s do it again!”, but with much more sarcasm. Her arm threw Spark’s torn uniform in the air in front of Spark’s view. It floated for a moment, mocking her as gravity drew it to the ground at her feet.

TO BE CONTINUED?