Sunrise City Angels [Lorielle]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Name: Lyla Luna
Hero Name: Former Ember, Currently: Wildfire
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Perks:

Pyrokinesis Broadly the ability to control flames at will. Wildfire has honed these ability from a startlingly young age when she triggered her evolution. While currently incapable of causing things to spontaneously combust all she needs is a single spark to roll into a roaring wildfire. Able to direct flames, shift and move them with her mind and a the aid of a specially made baton she is can look more like a musical conductor than any sort of fighter on the battlefield. This pyrokinesis has also granted her immunity against flames and being burned, as if there was a small cocoon surrounding her that make it so that the heat of the flames cannont touch her. (As a result though she is weirdly cold to the touch though she doesnt even seem to feel cold)

Limited Flight: Years of practice have given her the ability to lift her body into the air on a pair of glittering butterfly like wings. Flames that she molded specifically for that purpose. While not as useful as true flight she's able to leap high up into the air and glide short distances on these spectacular wings, though she needs to be careful as they are still made of fire, losing any amount of concentration while flying can cause her flames to drop and spread onto things directly below her if she is not careful.

Too cute for her own good: While Wildfire would love to shed her childlike youth and beauty, the general public and even criminals can be somewhat taken aback by the beauty before them. She hasnt evolved her outfit or costume much since becoming Wildfire either lending to a look of everlasting youth. In many people's eyes she will always be Ember the flame whizz leaving them to underestimate her or not take her seriously, but now an adult she knows that her looks can have certain.. benefits. Even if she finds its incredibly patronizing at times.

A pretty decent detective: Because of her upbringing Wildfire has found herself less experienced in real combat, but it has had the useful side effect of honing her investigative skills down to a T. Her leaps of logic and ability to piece clues together beat that of even the best professionals, if she were not a super hero she would likely have been a private eye in a different life.


Flaws:
Unstable Flames: Something that Wildfire had learned early on was that controlling her flames was a dance between 3 factors. Fuel, Oxygen and her emotions. the first two were just physics it'll be impossible to maintain her flames for too long without the correct ingredients or if they could be snuffed out by conventional means like a fire extinguisher, but her emotions can actually cause flames to briefly flare up or die down. Either scenario would be bad unless properly managed but if people get under her skin they may notice the correlation between her emotions and the strength of her flames.

Envy is the bitterest sin: A word to sum up Wildfire is Resentment. For the last decade or so she was under the mentorship of one of the greatest superheroes to ever grace Sunrise City, but she couldnt help but notice that for all the training she had undergone and all of the missions she had endured. Her mentor had left her out of the most dangerous missions, real fighting. While she was still the loveable star of the elemental duo, she knew( or thought she knew) that she was just the 2nd fiddle to her mentor who fought "real" crime. This envy and spite carries her forward as she finds herself bitterly fighting to make a name for herself even at the expense of others or herself. She wanted to be a "real" hero and that started as soon as she joined the Angels.

An empty head can easily be filled Wildfire was raised by her crimefighting mentor for many many years and his strict training regimen meant that outside of hero training and media appearances Wildfire lacks many lived experiences. While she isnt a complete idiot when it comes to the subject of love, sex, or other things she is woefully unprepared and easily duped by those who can speak confidently about what those things "should" be. Her single-minded obsession with becoming a "real" hero also leaves her vulnerable to hypnotic suggestion and mind altering substances if her initial wall cracks.

Background: "Come check out the child who has mastered fire the most dangerous of elements! An inferno engulfed her home but she survived!" This was a headline that Lyla saw all too often. At the tender age of seven tragedy befell the young girl. Living in the fire station with her parents she thought that one day she would grow up to do the same. She might not be a Superhero, but she was going to be a hero nonetheless. She wanted to help people and wanted to make sure Sunrise city was safe. But that dream would take a drastic turn when one day the fire station light up in flames. A gas pipe had ruptured underneath the build and shook it to its foundations. Her parents were out responding to a minor call, no big thing just an arson when they heard about the explosion over the citywide radio. Other stations responded but her parents rushed back as soon as they cool in the truck.

Lyla survived thanks to her parent's guidance and sheer luck. She was in the half of the building that didnt get immediately exploded, and she knew how to put on a fire blanket and fire fighter gear. This bought her precious time as she was trapped and unable to escape the roar of fire. And at the time she couldnt do anything but cry and scream for her parents. Hoping anyone would come save her. Over the din of the building coming down around her she could hear the approaching sirens. She thought she was going to be saved, but an even worse tragedy would befall her. Her parents would try their hardest to save their precious daughter, but before they could reach her they were trapped by burning rubble. Lyla could feel the tug at her heart as she heard the crash of roofing collapsing in on itself, but she couldnt see what was happening, only hearing a brief cry of help from her parents before silence. And fire.

The fire was deafening but she couldnt bare it any longer as she felt the tug in her heart grow stronger and stronger. She had to do something, her parents were right over there! Foolishly she threw off her blanket and round to the noise, dashing past burning debris and memories to where she had heard the voices, but she was met with only despair. A beam had crushed her parents and in that moment her life was changed forever. On instinct she tried to use her little muscle to lift the beam not noticing that the flames seemed to shift away from where she had touched, her long hair had taken on an ashen quality, and she was surviving the inferno. But none of that mattered even as the rest of the building burned she spent however long it to to try and lift that beam to no avail. It wasnt until a good number of other firetrucks had arrived that the fire could be contained.

And all they would see is a child amidst blackened ruins and hair that looked like the remains of a burnt matchstick.

The media soon caught onto this wonderchild who managed to survive the disaster that claimed her parents and a few other fire fighters caught in the explosion. This attention would finally bring her into contact with her then new mentor. They were considered a hero that came around only once in a generation. That was likely true, but considering the UAS's enemies and the various other cities they all likely had heroes they'd also call once in a generation. But all Lyla cared about was making sure something like what happened to her, never happened again.

The years passed and her mentor had honed her abilities, helped her to point out the various idiosyncrasies that made controlling fire a nigh on impossible task. She was jealous of him of course, his control of this destructive force was leagues beyond her own ton top of the ability to generate flames of his own without the aid of a device. The first couple of years she used a zippo to give herself the initial spark, but thanks to her mentor's connections she had a snazzy new suit and baton that allowed her much more ready access to fire should she need it. Still despite proving herself more than capable of maintaining her composure in battle and beating up a few thugs even without her flames she had noticed around 16 or so that her mentor refused pointblank to take her on missions that might involve more than C-tier villains. Ones that literal children can be expected to put down.

Instead she found herself the focus of the media. A carefully cultivated media persona along with her graceful appearance made her the talk of tabloids for years to come. An aspect of hero life she never expected to be so mentally draining. The constant questions, interviews, and gossip. It did something to her mind, when her mentor came back from a grueling mission covered in bruises and wounds she inevitably tended to she couldnt help but feel an envy build up inside of her. What was she doing with her life, she wondered when on another media circuit for another charity event and getting bombarded with questions about her love life. One that she didnt have, if they paid attention.

But she didnt want any of this, she complained endlessly to her mentor that she was ready to fight, to do some real good, but was only met with the same thing over and over. That she "was" doing real good by attending charity events and helping these events raise money for various causes. But she couldnt see it, or feel it. Outside of stopping a few fires, helping with a few wild fires and scaring off some would be idiots with her abilities she has still done nothing with her abilities. Even as she helped her mentor investigate crime syndicates with tracks more hidden than ones washed by the tide. She had done all of this and could not prove to her mentor she was ready to do something against the rising crime, the espionage. She wanted to do more.

Her chance would come when she turned 20. She heard through a dinner function that a new team was being formed. Some sort of corporate rebrand of an older team from before her time. But when she heard this she knew she had to hop onto the opportunity. While she expected pushback from her mentor, he was rather serene about the affair. She went out onto her own for the first time ending up at the corporate head quarters for the Sunrise City Angels and after a brief training period with her new teammates, the Angels were ready to make their debut into the wider world.

Turn Ons: Mind Control, Instant Loss, Corruption, Gangbangs, "weak" creatures, interspecies, Bestiality, Drugged, Coercion, Blackmail, Sleeping sex, Trading sexual favors, Tentacles, gloryholes/stuck in walls, Mimics, Excessive Cum, Facefucking, Light-Vore, Degradation, toys, sexy clothes(clothes that alter her physical body/mind/how people view her, Mind control clothes) bimbofication, Blackmail, futanari.
Turn Offs: toilet play, extreme bdsm, pregnancy

"Meetings at Central Plaza, 11 A.M. Press will be there ahead of time, so go in through the back staff entrance. Our Corporate Sponsors will have some talking points I'm sure they'll want to pressure you or the other girls into bringing up, but while they may help pay the bills they don't own the team. Give a little to keep them happy, but you don't need to roll over for them.

On the bright side, those bills they're paying are already getting things done. The Hideout is ready and operational. Checked it out myself when they were doing the finishing touches yesterday. Can't say we had anything that snazzy when I was an Angel. I'll take you and the other girls over to your new secret base of operations once the press talk is done. Something to look forward to for later.

See you soon.

Madison."

Your new mentor of sorts - albeit a far less hands on one than your previous one - seemed to see fit to send you a reminder about the upcoming press conference. A conference courtesy of Angel Studios, a media company cooked up and backed by an array of bigger brands for the express purposes of supporting your new team, had been building up hype in Sunrise City for the past year or two about the new Angels team that would be revealed - well before even the first member had been officially signed on. This company was supposedly pitched as an initiative designed to support young, newly fledged heroines operating in the city by pairing them up with similar young women and providing them with the kinds of resources usually reserved for the big names in the hero business - and in return all you would need to do is occasionally drop a kind word or two about the products that help you keep the city safe whenever talking to the media. Now it seems the company was trying to capitalise on the hype, having you and your team members all be officially revealed at the same event.

Madison Shepherd, the civilian identity of the now retired heroine Wonder Heart and former member of the original Sunrise City Angels, was the official head of the team, passing the torch on to a new generation of heroes. Her crime fighting days were behind her, at least in terms of field work, but she never stopped being a spokesperson for good and pushing for change in more political and economic climates. Her record wasn't completely without scandals... there were rumours about a sex tape or two circulating about from her younger years, and she's been divorced twice over but in terms of social justice she still seems as devoted as any hero. Yet you got the impression your mentor wasn't too keen on her. He didn't say why, nor did he seem to object to you joining up with the Angels, yet he definitely seems a little... perhaps sceptical would be the right term. Not that he's said anything since then. You've not really spoken to him all that much since this began. Perhaps he'll show up to your debut.

Whatever doubts you had in your own head or important events you had coming up to prepare for, Sunrise City was far too busy a place to care. Even with an array of street level heroes of its own already calling a home to this metropolis, a shining beacon of all the prosperity the United Atlantic States have to offer - even in the face of the ever looming red menace - there would still always be something happening for you and your team to deal with on your patrols.

Something the city makes sure to let you know even on your way to Central Plaza this very morning. It must have a sense of humour, placing a crime right in your path on your way to an important meeting. The ringing out of an alarm, the screams of civilians quietened by a threatening snarl and hiss. Lizards. A word that means something very different in Sunrise City than anywhere else.

No one is sure where they came from, but there are plenty of theories. Alligators that got loose from the zoo generations ago and started living in the sewers, only to be mutated by haphazardly disposed chemical waste - Soviet experiments released into U.A.S. territory that have found themselves gathering together beneath this city - a subterranean species descended from dinosaurs that survived the extinction that are starting to invade the surface. Likely none of these are true, but who could say for certain. What was true is that they seemed to live in the sewers beneath the city. There are no consistent sources on what their numbers are, but there's enough of them that they crop up enough. They're smart, but hostile, seemingly conducting themselves with a gang-like mentality and regularly get involved in Sunrise City's criminal underworld.

You catch sight of one large, green, scaly tail disappearing through the shattered window of a jewellery store. From the sounds within, there is likely at least one more inside already, possibly two. You've dealt with Lizards before, though never on your own. Still... two or three Lizards doesn't feel like something that should take you too long to deal with, and it would be rather unheroic to leave the people inside to be terrorized. But the alarm has gone off already, police are likely already on their way here, and its more likely the Lizards are here to rob the store and flee through the sewers rather than harm anyone. You could probably ignore this one, and make sure you get to this meeting in time. Or you could risk being late and flex your muscles as a hero in this city finally outside of your mentor's shadow.

Madison Shepherd

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[Lorielle]

"Copy that." I send back a simple response. I wasn't sure how much media time the other girls had, though maybe in my mind i had the most of it considering I don't remember seeing the other two much out on the circuit. Still I knew the game, and Madison knew it as well. I wasn't going to let a bit of product placement overshadow the thumping in my chest. Just a few words and I can be on the street doing what I want. That's the goal, the dream. Even if I were to stuff up this "debut" it'd not matter much to me at least. I just wanna kick some ass, do something for this city for once.

Putting my phone away I look around at the streets, the training I had to undergo with the other angels kept from me from doing any sort of patrols. Team cohesion is important, but I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of again being back with my mentor sitting around in a cave doing crossword puzzles as I played back up to a mission i knew he wouldn't fail. But breathing this air, I couldn't help but stretch my arms. Feeling my coat rise up long with my vest. A yawn presses past my lips as I continue to walk.

Sunrise City was special, I've visited a few others of course when my mentor brought me along for one conference or another, but that feeling of defending my home will never escape me. Though a part of what made it special decided to rear it's head today.

I hear alarms blaring out of a store and catch a glimpse of broken glass on the ground. A green tail ducking into a window. Well. This is as good a debut as any I think.

Attached to my belt is a telescopic baton specially made for me. I can shorten it down to be one handed or extend it out to wield in both hands like a staff. When i turn the handle a jet of flame ignites ensuring I could call upon my powers just about anywhere.

"Lets flare up!" I take a deep breath and twist the handle, a brilliant red flame erupts out of one end of the baton and using that flame I ignite the rest of my costume. My long coat glowing now with embers, forming crisscrossed patterns that resemble a butterfly's wings and then donning a mask that looked like two unfurled wings over my eyes. Piercing blue amidst a sea of red. The striking color difference was always a popular photo cover for many a magazine and news article, though more often than not the mask was a digital replacement.

Once i was battle ready I rush towards the smashed window. Following the cries of the owners within. Once at the edge of the window i take a moment, it wasnt smart to rush in on these Lizards. Peering over the side of the smashed window i take a look at what they're doing, if i could wait for them to exit the building that'll be all the better, but if they're attacking the store's owners there was no way to avoid a bit of property damage, I had to ensure the owners at least came out unharmed.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The disturbance in the jewellery store already has onlookers gathering at the sceptical, gasping and shouting across the street at each other in alarm, though none approached the store closely leaving the sidewalk around the store itself completely clear to avoid incurring the wrath of the subterranean lizards that have begun to terrorize the locale. With all eyes on the crime scene, no one notices your initial flare up, the nearest civilian a middle aged man a few steps ahead of you yelling out "Someone call the police", despite holding up his own phone to record the incident.

As you ignite, however, he turns to you, gasping in surprise at your sudden appearance as you rush forward to the crime scene. Your transformation is hardly subtle, and draws more attention as citizens part to leave a wider opening for you to rush forward.

"There's a hero here!"

"Whose that?"

"She's cute."

"Isn't that... what's her name? Overheat's sidekick."

"What? No, that's a little girl, right?"

Not the most fitting welcome for a hero rushing in to the rescue. Especially when you remember just how great the applause from onlookers would be whenever you would arrive at the action scene with your mentor leading the charge. Though perhaps that's just something you will have to earn through establishing a clearer reputation for yourself as Wildfire.

From inside the sound of glass shattering continues as one of the Lizards ransacks the display cases. Standing by the broken window, you look in to see a Lizard, its full, huge, hulking and scaly form, standing in the center of the show. It, like many of its kind, wore clothes that was a size too small for it and ripped in places to be worn more easily. The elastic of its tracksuit pants was tested to its limit, and a hole had been ripped in the back to allow for its girthy tail to swing around freely, far too large to ever be tucked inside its clothes. In its hands it held a firearm, though it was difficult at this angle to make out what kind. It waved it threateningly in the faces of a small handful of well dressed people on their knees before it - likely the staff and one or two customers that I may have been present at the time. Fortunately, while Lizards were smart enough to use guns, their hands were often too large to use human firearms with any degree of accuracy, so they typically only carried them for the purposes of intimidation. Though getting in close against a Lizard was often dangerous. They had strength enough to upend a car and their tails swinging at full force had sent many a hero flying across streets in the past.

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5, 2 vs. 5, 4

You notice that the sound of glass shattering had stopped too late as a large hand, fingers dipped with sharp claws, quickly obscures the scene before you and covers your vision. It grips your head and pulls you off your feet. Its maws opens into a smile as you hear its gravelly voice churn out inhuman laughter as it pulls you into the building and slams you against one of the walls, your legs dragging across one of the toppled over display cases.

"Hero?" one of them asks - the one with the gun. Not that you can see anything other than Lizard palm right now, but you can hear that its a little further away. "Is there more."

"Just a little piece of meat." the other one snarls derisively. "Pretty little flame. Not too hot though. Maybe she came here to be a bed warmer." You feel his other hand press against your chest, his clawed fingers tearing slightly at the seems of your clothes. A few flames lick at his fingers, but the heat doesn't seem to be enough to deter him as he pushes his grip roughly around your chest, feeling up their shape through your suit.

[Lorielle]

I give the middle-aged man a wink as i run by his camera. My confidence was running higher than ever as i pull up along side the Jewelry store. Onlookers were a concern, but they were already announcing my presence. "Clear out, it'll get hot!" I shout at them. Hearing them talk about Overheat was already something that sent a prickle down my spine. What was he even doing these days. (Not that i knew. I was too busy preparing for debut), but hearing his name, now. I couldnt stand it. It was almost enough for me to want to burst in there, baton blazing.

But i stop myself. The light of my suit throwing shadows all over the place as i approach closer. Briefly i can hear and see what they were up to. There were exactly what i remember them from my time playing monitor. The way they attacked the story was purely instinct, grab the shiniest thing and bail, sell it for as much as you can once you're in the clear. I click my tongue as i watched them for a moment too long...

Suddenly my vision goes dark as i feel a massive hand wrap around my skull and pull me into the store. My back slamming against the wall. "F-fuck.." i choke out. My free hand goes for his wrist but my strength against the lizardman's is nothing. It was like tugging at a steel cord. The feeling of his other hand against my chest was surprising. I'd heard these lizards like to traffic women.. but opening touching a hero in the middle of a robbery... I could feel my flames douse just a bit as a chilling image runs through my mind. No i couldnt let it happen.. And i especially couldnt let them ruin my brand new suit..

"P-piss off. You wont like me... when i.. ugh turn you into a kebab.." I say trying to use my legs to kick at him to distract him from my baton. Keep cool.. He'd prefer to play with my tits than disarm me.. Keep cool and ignite this bastard! With a flick of my wrist i shove the flame spewing tip of my baton under the lizardman's throat and try to turn it on before he can react.

[Lazy Kitsune]

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5, 2 vs. 5, 4 (Again, because dice)

Your feet kick out, thumping uselessly against the Lizard's thick hide. Not that you expected to do much with a kick, but hopefully it would be enough to keep his attention off of your baton as you quickly tried to jam it against his throat. His tail swings around before you can, however, knocking your baton out of your hand - a few harmless wisps of flame flicking out to lick against his hard scales before it falls to the floor and rattles away. He snarls, bearing his fangs as he pulls one hand away from your face, the hand on your chest now pressing down in its place to keep you against the wall. He leans in, his open maw inches from your face.

"Behave, morsel. You're going to be a tasty treat one way or another." he says before running his tongue along your cheek. Its long, wet, leaving a trail of thick saliva that dribbles down your neck and somehow gets under the collar of your top.

"We're having fun with the soft meat?" his partner asks, hissing before it grabs one of the women it has hostage.

She yells out, startled, as she's brought forward from the rest of the group and he blouse is ripped open, revealing the front of her bra to the world and her heavy tits. Another man in the group, presumably her husband, reaches out to her, but a whack from the Lizard's tail puts him back in his place. "This one. This one will satisfy me!" he commands.

The Lizard pinning you seems unhappy that his partner was getting distracted. "No!" he snarls back. "You carry on with my job. Fill the bags. I'm keeping a hero occupied. We can take the women with us when we leave."

The other Lizard growls unhappily, gripping his preferred woman's hair. "Why do you get to have all the fun?"

"I'm keeping the hero distracted. I'm not doing this with just any woman. Fill the bags. We need to go before more heroes show up."

[Lorielle]

I grit my teeth hard when i feel his tail come down on my wrist, causing the baton to clatter away like so much scrap metal. "F-fuck! They ever tell you, that your scales are as hard as rocks?" I shoot you as i keep up my rather weak resistance. The pain surging through my arm causing parts of my brain to go white. The thump in the chest, once filled with genuine excitement was starting to be filled with adrenaline and fear. So much for a first time showing...

I breathed hard as i heard the lizard speak to me. Whatever they planned on doing... it didnt seem like they had much a plan. And it seemed like there were only too of them.. I gulp down on the wad of saliva that was filling my throat. The lizard's meaty claw while no long around my skull, he was clearly putting much more pressure against my chest. My suit was knife-proof rated but.. those claws felt like something else.. But his buddy was busy trying to have his fun.. this meant this one didnt have a gun.. just his muscles. The other one had the gun and maybe even put it away when he grabbed that woman.... I try to gauge the scene as best i can. Though seeing the women's shirt get opened up like it did. I winced again. This was my fault... my goddamn fault. If Overheat were-- No! I cant think like that.

My mind raced at the likelyhood anything else i could do in this moment could help. But. I had to try. No. More than that. I had to go all out. Worst comes to worse, the store will need to replace some old bricks. I.. i couldnt just let these bastards get away with it. I try to wrap my legs around the lizard's waist. (And get uncomfortably close to his bulge) Pulling myself as far from the wall as i could as he held my back against the hard surface. I just need enough room to get some air between my back and the wall.

Its time to go for broke.

With every ounce of concentration i retrieve the flames i used to decorate my suit and shunt them towards my back hoping to bring out my wings, it'll ignite the wall and anything in the immediate vicinity, it should be enough to at least get the bastard to get go of me and i can use the explosion of heat to shove myself across the room and do something about the one with the gun before they can comprehend what is going on.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The feeling of you wrapping your legs around his waist causes the Lizard to pause in confusion, distracting him from berating his companion into behaving. He tilts his head to the side, surveying you with a cold, slitted pupil as he evaluates whether or not this is a sign of you submitting to his use. Your actions all but confirm this assumption, as in order to push away from the wall, you have to push closer against the Lizard, leading to you thrusting your hips against his crotch - a motion you suspect you'll have to get used to if this doesn't work.

This leads to you grinding against a bulge that feels large enough to make you shiver even contained within his pants as it is. He hisses his approval and leans closer, bucking his hips back against yours as you wriggle and push to try and create the room you needed. While you do, you see him bring his mouth close to yours. Soon his maw is pressed against your lips, and in order to continue your plan you are left with no choice but to accept his kiss. His long, dripping tongue slithers its way into your mouth, smothering your tongue with his saliva as he growls into a deep and possessive kiss.

Your practically dry humped against the wall, the force of his grinding thrusts pushing you back and undoing all of your progress with each buck of his hips. What a humiliating first outing. You even said things were going to get hot before you came in. As far as everyone watching is considered, you walked in and immediately wrapped your legs around the first guy to grab you and started making out with him. Forget super hero, everyone will assume you're a super slut. And the worst part is, the feeling of his growing bulge against your crotch gives you the feeling you wouldn't exactly be disappointed by the experience.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

6, 4 vs. 3, 1

Yet with just the right thrust and the right amount of force, you're able to push out enough room. The Lizard pauses his grinding against your body, his hand groping your chest more than it was pushing, as he turns to growl at his friend who had only started complaining more about the unfairness of this situation. In that moment, you make your move, and flames flare out either side of you. The Lizard hisses out in pain and surprise as he's knocked back, toppling into his partner.

The two stumble to their feet quickly, though that leaves you free to strike into the one holding the gun as he tries to steady himself. The immediate follow through knocks him back against the opposite wall and sends the gun flying out of his hand and scattering the opposite way to your baton. The hostages scurry back, including the poor woman that was grabbed before who now clutches her arms over her partially exposed chest as they huddle in the corner away from your flames and the snarling beasts you were fighting.

The Lizard you knocked against the far wall had crashed into a display cabinet of necklaces which topples over onto him as he falls to the ground. You doubt that would be enough to knock out or even pin a Lizard, but it seems to be enough to leave him dazed, leaving you at least a brief moment where its only the one that was pinning you to the wall earlier to deal with. You flames had singes off parts of his top, exposing the rippling, scaled musculature beneath, though he seems otherwise unharmed as he eyes you with greater malice than before. His limbs tense as he prepares to pounce, but he seems to wait to see how you will move first.

[Lorielle]

When i feel that bulge push up against my crotch i couldnt help but feel a shiver run up my spine. The confusing cocktail of emotions i was feeling.. Overheat had mentioned once to stay away from the heroes that were on the media tour. I always did because it just felt easier if i wanted to get back to my training. Why would i ever need a boyfriend if i just planned to fight crime like Overheat. But this feeling.. that heat pressing itself against my so forcefully. I looked at the lizard with a cold glare, not wanting to betray any real emotion on my part. He could assume i wanted this.. and technically i did to my own ends, but that would change when he shoved that huge tongue into my mouth.

Feeling that longue serpentine tongue slither around in my mouth, coiling around my tongue and dragging out a moan. It was getting hard to breathe let alone think... Just what the hell was he even thinking. Kissing a hero in the middle of a heist? Is this guy stupid.. slowly the thumping in my chest turned away from fear as he forced me to drink down his saliva. His huge hand pressing against my chest, holding me to the wall as i felt his hip thrust against me.. Shit, those hips he could fold me in half with them easy. I've definitely heard a heckler or two detail what he wanted to do to me. Even fanmail saying much the same. When they talked about folding me in half i never thought it could literally happen, but by the second thrust i was beginning to understand the sentiment..

But. This was just a distraction. I just need to bide my time to gather what flames i had left into my wings and make sure this bastard didnt catch on.

Even if it felt exciting.. even if i couldnt help but moan into that kiss.. Just who the hell did this lizard think he was, trying to turn me into his little toy. No. Not today.. Not ever!

I feel the heat building. Little by little until it was too much to contain and i explode off the back wall. The lizard still trapped between my legs and he's thrown into the opposite one across the room. A satisfying crash as shelves and glass break. But i didnt have time to revel in my escape i needed to stop the other lizard from retaliating as i use my flight to spin around and survey the damage. It was lucky they were basically lined up and i had bowled through them but now separated i needed to do something. My eyes briefly trace over the woman i managed to rescue, i wanted to shout, to tell them to make a break for it, but i know if i divert any attention away from the fight the lizard will be all over me.

My wings flutter and glow with nearly the light of the sun as i tower a few feet off the ground almost touching the ceiling of the store. I couldnt exit the store, it'd leave the hostages much too exposed. Think Wildfire think!! I could send my flames down on him but i dont want to risk get anyone hurt. This store is too small and theres too many hostages to make full use of my powers against these two. If this was a 1-1 i bet i could have immediately trapped this guy in a cage of fire. I grit my teeth. This only leaves one real option. I have to make a lunge for the lizard's gun, he had all of his muscles and tail to worry about, but i know for a fact these guys arent bullet proof. It'll just hurt like hell to get a few bits of lead in those limbs. Once they lose their chance to strike at me from close they'll think twice and hopefully bail on this endeavor.

[Lazy Kitsune]

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3, 1, 2 vs. 5, 1

You propel yourself through the air towards the firearm that lay on the other end of the building, having found itself resting on the ground towards a door leading towards the back staff room. Before you can get within arms reach of it, however, the distance between you and the Lizard is covered by its long and flexible tail which swings around and catches you in the stomach, sending you smashing down against the floor - your wings sputtering out with a couple of puffs of smoke as they are smothered against the ground.

The Lizard gets on top of you soon after, growling and drooling over you as he pushes you down and scratches at your clothes. Wrestling with him, you soon find yourself rolled onto your front as he presses down against you, pinning you down as his crotch grinds against your cute butt. To think, after working hard to earn those few seconds of freedom, only for you to immediately end up pinned and rutted against once again. You've spent more of this fight feeling huge Lizard cock grind against you as you mimed out the very motions that are starting to seem like an inevitable future you will live through. Your baton lies on the ground out before you, towards the broken window, just outside of arms reach. Taunting you with your helplessness. Did you really rush in here only to become their toy?

That seems likely as the Lizard pulls back and you hear a tearing sound as his sharp claws rip into your clothes. Your butt is exposed to the air and you feel his tongue lick across your cheeks and panties. In order to do this, however, he relaxes his grip on you, giving you an opening to pull away.

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4, 2 vs. 3, 3

You're able to roll out from under him and scramble to your feet beside your baton - your butt and panties now on full display to all those behind you. The Lizard growls as it gets to his feet, and his partner staggers to his own beside him, bringing the fight back to a 2 vs 1, although at least neither of them are armed. At least not with conventional weapons, but the bulge in the pants of the one that's been grinding against you all this time looks significant enough to defeat you if you get grabbed by him one more time.

[Lorielle]

As i laid on the ground clutching my stomach, feeling the literal wind get knocked out of me. The top of the jewelry store seemed so pretty. I take a few sputtered gasps of air as i try to stand back up. But that hope is quickly dashed by the lizard soon blocking my view. The intricate crystal displays covered by the brutish scales and muscles that i was now subject to. That rippling chest, those massive corded shoulders. And two arms that came down on either side of me... Fuck.. maybe he broke a rib or gave me a concussion, cuz suddenly it felt much safer to be stuck under him..

Though when his first hand comes down on my body i instinctually fight back, trying to push and pull myself away from the beast. He was big.. way too big and when he was tired of my resistance he flipped me onto my stomach.. more vulnerable and more pathetic too. My mask was certainly half-cracked by now. The pretty baby blue eyes that people can come to know and love were looking out at the broken window, the onlookers still seeing this farce, that one old man still recording everything.. Did they even bother to call the police? I didnt know.. Maybe there was no help coming.. That feeling of fat lizard cock against my ass was starting to feel too enticing to pass up. Replacing my fear.. my determination with something else entirely. I couldnt help but let my ass grind against him for a brief moment. A moment before i saw my baton. It was right there..

I could still fight back right? Theres no way i was giving up already... I heard horror story about teen heroines ending up as rapebait, or worse villianess' because of cock. Though of course i only ever took that as rumors. Assholes wanting to scare the women out of the room. Wanting to leave the fighting to the "real" men cuz girls were just commies in disguise.

"No..." I grumble as i feel him tear my suit pants apart to expose my ass. This guy was way too concerned with getting some.. but when his tongue briefly graces my panties i couldnt help but shudder. "No!" I say as much as a rejection to his actions but also self-affirmation that i wasnt about to let myself become their toy.

I push myself forward doing a small acrobatic roll to scoop up my baton and immediately ignite it to retrieve my flames. "Im sick and tired of this!" I shout at them, flames cloaking my entire body. My ass might be exposed for anyone to see, but they're going to need to get an eyefull of it right now before my suit reforms, flames dancing all over, more even more than before as a certain rage fills me. All or nothing.

I summon up everything i can as i draw the top of my burning weapon against the ground, lighting it on fire then using my powers to have the tendrils of flames snake out at the lizardmen building a practical maze of fire between me and them and then hopefully cutting them off from the hostages as well.

[Lazy Kitsune]

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6, 6, 3

There's a fair few gasps from the crowd that you hear behind you as you land with your butt in clear view to them... and possibly the sound of a few photos being taken. But its soon replaced by more awe struck murmuring and cheers as your powers ignite your costume back around you, burning brighter than ever as you find your second wind. The two Lizards turn to each other for a moment, sharing a quiet look of contemplation on their current circumstances before they both decide to continue the fight.

Neither seems to want to go for the gun, both preferring to instead lunge towards you, fangs and claws at the ready as they snarl more like vicious animals than intelligent gangsters. Your flames move through the store, a line of fire cutting the Lizards off from their hostages. They take a few moments to gather themselves, startled by the sudden rush of flames that appeared before them - but once it becomes clear that the fire was not continuing to move in their direction, they start to make their way out of the room - escorted by one of the store's staff out through the staff door and presumably towards a back exit.

The Lizards themselves are battered by the rush of hot air that comes with the flowing flames that now encircle them. Trapped from any clear path towards you even through a relatively short distance, the heat and smoke keeps them from being able to do anything but futilely lash their tails out in your direction - tails which you are nimbly able to dodge. They are penned in and the sounds of sirens fast approaching let you know its not long now before the police arrive.

They hiss with anger and frustration, though they don't seem to want to test if your flames burn hot enough to burn through Lizard scale. It seems the advantage is yours to press, and with a fair few phones behind you recording this it was up to you to decide how you wanted to handle this. You could probably play it safe at this point and focus on keeping them trapped until the police arrived to help subdue them - or you could find a flashy way to subdue them yourself while you had them on the backfoot and give the people watching something to remember you for that would overshadow the brief moment they were flashed the sight of your butt.

[Lorielle]

I grit my teeth hard as I focus on concentrating. The wind pressure from creating this vortex of flame is always more intense than i remember it to be. Among the shattered glass and broken timber it was hard to keep my footing but seeing the civilians get escorted away felt like a win at least. These bastards thought they'd get something more than just some baubles to sell, but that'll teach them. I wave my baton like a maestro waves a paint brush and i direct my flames to inch ever closer to them. Scorching the ground beneath and creating a line of ash in their wake.

By this point i was done enjoying the fantasy of saving people. All that was left was the cold pragmatism that she remembers from monitoring Overheat fight. There wasnt much point in doing anything fancy, but i can still win. But more importantly i can humiliate these lizards. Once the noose was tight enough that even their tails werent much a threat against me i direct the flames to grow upwards creating a floor to ceiling cage. With no way for new oxygen to get into the cage they'll pass out soon enough, the cops wont even need to struggle much to make sure they end up in jail.

They're going to end up naked and looking like animals for the cameras to see. By now whatever clothes they had on was going to end up torched by the wall of fire and they'll have no where left to run. Corning them like the slavering beasts i thought them to be. "I hope you boys enjoyed your last taste of fresh air! Because once today is done you're never getting another lick of it!" I shout, though i doubt they could even hear me, it was more for the benefit of the cameras. You always had to end a fight with a good one-liner. Its just hero 101.

[Lazy Kitsune]

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6, 5, 4, 4

The Lizards are pressed back to back as they try in vain to avoid the flames that mount and gather around them. Utterly encircled there is nothing they can do, and the shifting hot air deters them from trying to push through the fire to get to you. As they begin to cough and wheeze, their angered hissing grows fainter and you feel like your victory is guaranteed. By now the hostages have escaped out the back and circled around to the front to join the crowd watching you finish off the fight. One of them complains about how you might burn down the store, but he's quickly hushed by the others who start leading the crowd in cheering you on.

The flames lick away the fabric covering the Lizards as they start to slump to the floor, right in time for the police to arrive and beginning getting out of their vehicles and guiding the crowd back to give you more space. You make sure the Lizards are well and truly out of it before you let your flames die down, leaving you with the sight of two naked and sleeping Lizards on the ground. With their clothes stripped away by the flames, you can see why that one Lizard's bulge was so prominent when pressed against you. Still half hard even after all that, you could see not only was he much bigger than you would expect for a human, but he was equipped with not one but two cocks. Combine that with all the powerful musculature that shaped his inhuman hide that was now on full display, its no wonder it felt like he could fold you in two. Two cocks like that pounding into you at the same time would have easily obliterated any resistance you had left... and for as battering as it would have been, it would probably also have been an experience like no other.

You are brought out of this line of thought when the police move in to take the Lizards away, thanking you for your service as they pass. The team entering the jewellery store are dressed in heavy padded gear, equipped with nets, muzzles and other tools that make them seem more like an animal control unit than law enforcement. The officers outside wear more regular police attire as they question the witnesses and hostages, collecting a full statement from those involved while the naked lizards are taken away. You watch the woman one o them tried to strip spit at them as they are carted off into an armoured van.

"I remember now!" you hear a voice say. Following it, you see the man who had started recording the incident first, his phone still focused right at you. "You're Ember, right? My baby girl is a fan of yours! She won't believe I got to see a real hero fight in person. Say, don't suppose I could have an autograph? Hey, and is Overheat around? Ooh, want to strike a pose? This is the perfect chance for a hero shot. I'll see if I can get both the jewellery store and the Lizards in the back of that van in the shot too."

[Lorielle]

The flames, the sweltering air. I watch all of it as swirls around in front of me. I couldnt feel the heat but i could only imagine the feeling. The exhilaration, the fear, the pain of the fire inching ever closer. The lizards had the fortitude to not scream or beg for mercy. They took their punishment with a stone cold resolve. Hissing at their last moments. When the sound finally dies down i draw the flames down though i maintain my suit.

The flames on the tail of my coat should at least cover my ass. Hopefully not too many saw that embarrassment When the flames die down though im met with a different kind of feeling. "T-the hell.." I mumble unconsciously. I'd never known Lizards were.. that endowed let alone had two of the things.. I couldnt help but let my eyes get drawn to their frame and then down between their crotch. Especially the one that was on top of me before.. was that what he was gonna shove into me? I bit my lip. The sting of it brings me back out just in time to catch the sound of sirens approaching.

I nod at the officers when they finally arrive. Their heavy suppression gear feeling quite unneeded now that the two culprits were more or less just trophies for them to throw into jail. Well better safe than sorry i guess. The woman from early seems to be more disgusted than intrigued. Was that.. normal? I shook my head.

When a voice speaks up i turn around. It was the man from before who spotted me just as i had finished my transformation. "I havent hear that name in a while. No. Im actually Wildfire now." I say fixing the position of my mask then crossing my arms. The glow of my suit vest picking up slightly. His questions come one after another, but i quickly enter into media mode, putting on a soft smile for him.

"Sure! you have something to write with? Though if im honest, i'd love if you could delete that video you were recording. Im on my way to somewhere important and that video floating around might spoil the mood. So how bout a trade, i give you an autograph and you can record me giving your little girl a message and you delete that video of me." I say as pleasantly as i can muster. He didnt seem like your standard paparazzi so maybe he was more amenable. His next line catches me a bit off guard.

"Oh well. He's not. He's still... i guess he'd still be back home.. uhh in Grand Rapids City i mean." I mutter. Though if im honest i didnt even know if he was still in Grand Rapids. Whatever the case may be i wasnt really in the mood to ponder what he's up to. I blink when he mentions doing a pose but... I didnt feel particularly inspired to give him anything else. "Lets just get that autograph, unless you feel like taking me up on my offer. You'd really help me out. Something i think your daughter would appreciate too dontcha think." I say with a wink.

Regardless of what he chose.. i needed to do something about my wardrobe malfunction. I guess i can tie my coat around my waist for now, but I shoot Madison a message.

"Hey Madison, I've got a little problem. Came across some Lizards, i took care of the problem but not without a serious wardrobe issue, i need one of my backups or at least a backup plan." I fire off the message before hurriedly dipping away and undoing my disguise. Throwing on a ball cap and turning my coat inside out then tieing it around my waist to conceal the hole exposing my ass and rather lacey underwear. Hopefully im not too late to the venue, but. Well if im honest i feel pretty satisfied with the good deed i had done.