Short Story Pt 1

HELLO! You might have read this in a recent (6 months ago) anthology. I'm considering expanding it into a novel, so thought I'd share and get your thoughts. So... thoughts? This is part 1. Part 2 coming in a week. 

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Being the son of a legendary superhero can be a real bitch.

I'm not complaining, just stating the truth. You live your life being told you're meant for greatness by half the people you meet, and that you'll never be shit by the other half. Fuck them all, I say.

Know what happens when you're the younger of two sons in this same situation? It's even worse because every failure of your brother seems like a sign that you're the one who'll succeed--and every success, the opposite.

That's my situation. Hi, I'm called Fourd. It’s not as creative as you’d think—my mom was Threed, so I’m Fourd.

My dad is Drew, the elder of the superhero Citadel. His dad was Apollo. Yeah, that's right. A god-tier super, basically. Tier one! You don't get any higher than that, and many people, even back on Earth when Apollo did a stint there way before my dad's time, thought he was a god.

My dad, of course, never had to deal with the same issues I go through, because he was born on Earth; he didn't even know he was a super until he'd been with the Space Force Marines for some time. He didn't have to go to Rocadium school for supers, or have his every move judged.

"Where's your mind, Fourd?" Shinela asked, pausing with my cock in one hand. Her tongue had been on my balls, about to move along my shaft, until she’d glanced up and noticed me spacing. "Please tell me you weren't thinking about your dad again, because at a time like this? That's so wrong."

"It's a lot of pressure," I muttered in protest.

"Yeah…" She patted the tip of my cock, frowning, then stood and turned to look for her clothes. Lying there on the bed of my dorm room and watching her bend over to grab her panties and superhero outfit, I regretted my distraction.

Shinela could truly outshine the competition in many ways--bending light around herself to appear invisible, or taking on any appearance she wanted. She couldn't technically shift, as her body didn't take on a different form. But when it came to tricking one's eyes, she was a master.

It wasn't only that, either--she could manipulate light in many ways. I’d only heard rumors of a skill that could send tingling light through my cock when she took it in her mouth. I'd been led to believe she gave the best blowjob at the academy, and I was pretty sure I was the most qualified student there to receive it. Of course, that wasn't all I liked about her, but at the moment I was starting to fixate on what I was lacking.

Six months of wooing her--yeah, turning up my charm and seducing the fuck out of her, if you will--and this was how it would end?

I bit my lip as she bent again, turning to slip one leg into her panties. Her bright blue pubic hair showed with the curve of her pussy as she nearly lost her balance, and I jumped up to keep her from falling. The carpet matched the drapes, if you're curious.

Standing there, holding her by the hips and grinning as she straightened to turn and look at me, I gulped. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

How could I be so stupid as to not give her my full attention?

"Come on," I said, "don't go."

Her eyes--black where most people had white, white where most had black--glared at me. She didn't react when my hand moved around to her front and slid between her legs, nor when the other turned her to fully face me and took one of her cute, pale little nipples between my fingers.

"You're a nice guy," she said, shaking her head. "But I tell you what--this isn't going to happen until you figure out what you really want."

I wanted her to finish the job, but instead licked my lips and said, "A taste of what I'd be missing if you left?"

She continued to glare, but a hint of a smile formed on her lips. "All right, then. Do your thing."

I pushed her back to the bed so that she was sitting, then went down to my knees and spread her legs. Her hands moved along the shaved sides of my head, then ran through the green tuft of hair on top. I smiled wide, then moved with kisses along her inner thigh. Each kiss sent a little shudder through her, and when I reached her pussy, there was no doubt in my mind that she was ready for this--her blue hair glistened, her pussy so wet I could have slid in right then and not felt a hint of friction.

Instead, I stuck to the task at hand, slurping it up. I ran my tongue along the crack, then to each side before moving in to tease her clit. Now it was my time to show her how my superpowers could be useful.

I'd inherited strange powers from my parents. None of my mom's poison ability, but while she could replicate herself, I could replicate parts of myself. In a fight, I could suddenly have six arms and fists to strike with; the same with legs. In other situations, you get the idea. So I made a second tongue appear, then a third; soon I was able to massage her clit with one tongue, caress her outer lips with another, and get her ass with the third.

She squirmed, pulses of warm light shooting through my head as she pulled at my hair; then she was moaning long and hard as her whole body tensed up. A good squirt covered my face and chin, but I buried my face and doubled down, bringing her to a quick second orgasm.

Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore, she gave me an extra hard blast of light that sent me falling back on my side--and to my surprise, sent a shot of cum onto the floor.

"Ahhhh," I said, trying to speak but finding my energy completely zapped. "Wh--what was… that?"

No response. I managed to push myself up enough to come face-to-face with her cute, glimmering pussy; the moist hairs were glimmering with the reflection of her body’s slight glow. Glancing down at my cock, now half limp, I muttered a curse. Did this count as premature ejaculation, or did she know exactly what the fuck she was doing?

"Are you okay?" I managed, finding my energy coming back. A slight aftershock went through my body, causing a sudden spasm and a bit of cum to slip out. Dammit. I created an extra right arm to go for the tissues beside my bed, using my others to maintain my balance. Quickly wiping up my mess, I finally pushed myself up to sit next to her on the bed.

She lay there, eyes closed, hands massaging her small breasts. Short, quick breaths escaped her cute, pouty lips to tell me she was alive.

"Did you cum?" she asked.

I glanced down at the tissue, then tossed it aside as I retracted the extra arm. "What'd you do to me?"

"Sorry," she said, finally opening her eyes to look at me. "Instinct. It kind of just happens. Or, I mean, this is only the third time I've had an orgasm like that, or two or three, I don't even know. Damn, what'd you do down there?"

"Had some fun, is all." I tried to look cocky, but the fact that I'd cum without her touching me had me a bit self-conscious--and a bit annoyed. I'd been expecting the perfect blowjob--from her, not me to her--and maybe a good lay after. This… this was throwing me for a loop.

"Well, you can do that again anytime you want," she said, and suddenly shot up, going for her clothes again. Her panties were wrapped one leg, where they had fallen when I'd guided her over to the bed.

"That's all?" I asked.

"We have tryouts in five, don't forget."

She slipped into her outfit--no bra, since the material gave ample support and comfort without, then stood. Her eyes went to the tissue, then my now-limp cock, and she offered a pity pout. Damn, I hated those.

"Good luck out there," she added as she turned and made her way out the door. At least her ass looked damn fine the way that green and black outfit clung to her. I sat there, watching her go, completely baffled at how that situation had turned around on me.

Who knows how long that would have lasted if just then that prick Champione--self-named, of course--hadn't walked by in the middle of telling his posse how he was going to crush tryouts. One nudged him, then all turned to see me sitting there on the edge of my bed, completely exposed.

"Oh, shit," the guy said, his thick eyebrows raising. "How much do we owe you for the show?"

"Not worth much," his chubby, pimpled, fire-powered friend next to him said. I couldn't remember his name, but I wouldn't have been surprised if it was something douchey, like Phoenix.

"Come on, leave him alone," one of the girls said, the one who always had an undead look to her, but was otherwise fairly cute.

"I think it's a cute dick," another one said. "Makes me want to snuggle it, and--"

Having had about enough of this, I shot up, closed the door with a quick extra arm, then made it disappear as I leaned against the door, trying to ignore the laughter of those pricks as they walked away toward tryouts. Champione had only one super power, as far as I was concerned, and that was being a major asshole. Super asshole, sorry.

Shinela was right, we had to make tryouts. And now I had more reason to excel--to make Champione embarrass himself.

You're probably wondering right about now if attending a superhero academy was always like this. Sex and silliness. Answer--when we weren't dodging fire blasts or busy in the sparring pits, yes. You throw together a bunch of mostly hot-as-fuck young men and women with powers that could enhance bedroom shenanigans? You bet your ass. Unlike what my dad had told me about Earth--STDs, high chance of impregnation--we didn't have to worry about such horrible risks. Most supers considered it a blessing to be fertile, and some supers actually helped others be fertile with their powers somehow. STDs? No fucking way. We didn't have 'em.

My only concern was that my dad had managed to impregnate two women--my mom, Threed, and my brother's mom, Nivian. I told myself that it was because he had come from Earth, but still tried to be careful when I could. Pulling out and the like.

The laughter was gone, along with all other sounds. Damn, that likely meant I was late; I quickly grabbed boxer briefs and one of my training outfits--red and black for my class--and pulled it on with extra arms as I made for the door.

To my relief, nobody stood around waiting to point and laugh. It wasn't the craziest thing, being seen like that. Not here, anyway, where half the ladies knew what I was packing.

Some tried to analyze me, saying that because I had such a hatred for my fancy situation as the son of a Citadel Elder, I tried to make up for it with blowjobs. Maybe there was some truth to that, but with Shinela, there was something different. Not just because of the strange sexual encounter that had ended with me being gawked at by Mr. Assface and his merry band of dickwads; but during the six months I'd been working her, I'd started developing real feelings. I hoped I hadn't fucked it up.

For example, I'd found out about her nineteenth birthday and had my buddy Zipper--so named because he could fly and zip past your line of sight--sneak out to find me the most beautiful flowers. He'd gone all the way to Mt. Charm, named for my aunt--the famous kitsune who had married Breaker--and the flowers he’d brought back lived up to the name. In that they were charming. An assortment of blue and black, with hints of gold, to match her style and powers. When I surprised her in her room with them, she had laughed, told me they were wonderful, and insisted we simply take a walk instead of doing anything fancy.

"All I want to do is walk," she had said. "Walk, pretend I'm normal. No powers, away from this school… just us."

That had impressed me, considering how much I wanted to leave this place behind. Of course, I couldn't because of the family pressure, the talk of me and the great things I would achieve. Fuck. All. That. So when we had done as she asked, finding ourselves out in the woods simply talking about our favorite foods, I had been in a happy place.

"You don't have to fit their mold," she had said, taking my hand.

It had come unexpectedly but was very welcome. We had briefly kissed, and after I asked her all about her family--supers who had all been killed off by Ranger when she was young, so she'd been raised by a foster family on the Citadel until she could come to Rocadium--we headed back.

I never felt closer to anyone in my whole life, and almost regretted that it had all started as a way to find out if she was as good at giving blowjobs as others said. Almost regretted it, but not quite, since I still didn't have my answer.

Cheering sounded from ahead, and I exited the metallic hallway to the open stadium. Crowds had already gathered in the field and around in the tall bleachers that rose like towers. Their cheering and excitement only served to remind me that I didn't belong here.

What did I care about Super Ball? I loved getting my hands dirty in the sparring rings, enjoyed hoverbike racing and the like, but team sports? Not so much. And Super Ball was about as bad as it could get in these superhero academies. It had its roots in some ancient Earth sport that had gotten its start in a series of fiction novels, somehow adapting to this joke of a game over the years.

Basically, superpowers were used in any way--other than direct violence--to get several balls through holes. Wooptie-fucking-do. Healing and defensive supers stood near the referee box. Since it was tryouts, there were no normal team spots, no "Wild Card" players. Everyone was in a free for all to show off how they could be of use on the field.

"Fourd!"

I turned to see my closest-thing-to-a-friend buddy charging over. This tall, muscular super by the name of Brick. You get the idea. He was good to have around in tense situations, and had helped me avoid a near-bully situation early on. With wild, fiery hair and skin of a slightly red hue, the man could be like a fiery demon when he was angry.

"Can you believe it?" he asked, gesturing to the crowd. "We finally get our chance! How you feeling?"

"Ecstatic," I replied with a grunt, then noticed Shinela glancing my way from one of the goalposts where she was stretching. I wondered if she was still wet underneath that outfit, noting that she hadn't taken the time to dry herself off, and the thought sent a surge of blood to my crotch.

Supers' outfits were tight, leaving little room to the imagination. In the case of random boners, there wasn't much one could do but sit and hope they went unnoticed. So that's what I did--found the nearest seat I could in a row of overflows, and plopped down.

Brick stared at me with confusion, then laughed. "Man, maybe you're not as pumped as I am, but you can't sit it out. If we make the team, you know we're going to be bringing in all the ladies. Plus, getting excused from dorm inspection--that's a huge deal."

He wasn't wrong there.

I nodded, craned my neck to see if Shinela was still around, but couldn't spot her.

"Listen, you're clearly in one of your moods again," Brick said, walking backward, away from me and to the field. "When you're ready, find me, yeah? I'm going to be so fucking pissed if you don't have my back out there today."

"Hey, you got it." I held up my fist in a sign of support, then took a breath, glad to feel the pressure in my pants subsiding. It struck me as incredibly stupid that no super in the history of supers had created a system for hiding boners. What would it take? A loose-fitting shirt to help hide the bulge, maybe something to tie around your waist to help tuck it under? Nothing major, and not tight enough to cut off circulation, of course.

"Oh, wait…" Brick slowed, then took a step back toward me, hesitant. "Rumor is, someone from the Citadel is here. Or multiple someones."

That piqued my curiosity. "What? Why?"

"Rumor has it they're scouting. I don't know, but… something big is going down, man. Visions said she could see something out there, but it was blurry. My man, you hear that? Something so mysterious even she can't get a good vision of it? Put on your best game face, because tryouts might mean more than just making the team today."

I held up a hand, about to protest at the idea that anyone from the Citadel would consider a sport for a method of recruitment. But he was already jogging off, and realization had dawned on me that, yes, of course, some people could be so stupid that they'd believe Super Ball was a good metric.

At least I didn't have a boner to hide anymore. Surefire way to get rid of that--remember how stupid people can be. We were all here for a reason, so I stood and strolled over to the field, ready to play my part in the charade.

"You made it," Shinela said, walking over. She stopped to stretch beside one of the tall stands that led up to the bleachers above. This one was decorated in green and black, for the house she belonged to. "I was beginning to wonder."

"Oh, I'm super excited," I said, though I could tell from her expression that she didn't believe me for a second.

"Do your best, yeah? For me."

"I haven't pleased you enough for one day?"

Her eyes went wide, then she blushed and nodded to my left. I glanced over my shoulder to see one of her friends standing there, staring at me wide-eyed. Feather, I think her name was.

"I don't want to know," Feather said. She moved to Shinela, starting to also stretch. "Yet, I have a feeling you're going to tell me all about it later."

"Girl, you're going to want to hear this," Shinela said with a laugh, then winked my way. That was something I appreciated about her--she could turn around a potentially embarrassing moment, jumping right into it and having fun. “After tryouts, you and I will exchange notes.”

Wait, exchange notes? It was only then that a blurry memory started to come back to me. Shit! I had totally blocked out a weird night about eight months back; I’d let certain substances get the best of me, thanks to the fancy works of a super who liked to abuse his powers, and ended up in a school lookout tower with Feather giving me a hand job.

Was that all, though? I tried racking my brain, pushing through the foggy bits, then remembered her giving me a reach-around as she ate out my ass! That was not exactly information I wanted her telling to Shinela, nor an image I wanted Shinela to have in her mind when debating how our next fooling-around session would play out.

“Maybe you two should focus on tryouts,” I blurted out, earning a suspicious glance from Shinera, and a humored one from Feather. “You know, and after, get some rest? It’s going to be exhausting, I’m sure.”

“Oh, now we definitely need to share stories,” Shinela said with a laugh. “Look at how worked up he is!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Feather said, then turned to join some friends. But as she walked off, at an angle where Shinela couldn’t see, she flicked out her tongue playfully.

I had to wonder why I should be embarrassed. Surely Shinela had heard other stories about me, and we’d just had an intimate moment that left her very pleased. Maybe when tryouts were over, I could pull her aside and see about that next stage of our relationship.