TLOSH Chapter 2: The Dome House

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#2 of The League of Super Heroines

Rachel moves in to the new home that she and the other heroines will be staying in, and makes a small, stupid decision.

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The League of Super Heroines

Chapter 2: The Dome Home

By Draconicon

They were given one night to give notice to their respective landlords, banks, or whatever it was that they needed to inform in order to move out. Rachel found it easier than most, she imagined, considering that she wasn't really on good terms with her landlord, anyway. Everything that she wanted to take with her fit in the back of a moving truck - not even a van, a truck - and the rest could be tossed out. Hell, she'd just let the landlord do that; the grouchy old owl could probably use the exercise.

As a result, she was on the road, occasionally jolting her engine for power, barely after sunrise. She looked out at the city as she rounded the regular road, turning onto the Quirkas Highway. As the moving clunker bounced and jostled along the road, she shook her head at the downtown area.

Well, guess when a lot of supers move in, you start finding ways of making it interesting...

There were large towers in the bay area just off of downtown, some of them sunk beneath the waves, others rising above them on small islands. The ones that belonged to the most successful teams had their own artificial islands that they had turned into headquarter towers, or bunkers, or...well, it seemed to have its own little list, all paid for by insane amounts of money. The teams always seemed to have it to spare, while the rest of the random supers in the city tended to have to get by on scraps.

Rachel was almost sure that the majority of teams got their money from outside of the city, doing dark missions for this country or that. The news that came into Quirkas was always filled with an astounding number of miracles for countries that didn't have super-powered individuals. If that was the case, she imagined that they would eventually get some.

Wonder if Thea will even entertain those offers?

Probably not, she imagined. Even in school, the rich girl had been surprisingly principled. She wondered if that was natural or self-imposed, but either way, Thea had always been one to keep to the rules, and the rules said that the supers stayed in Quirkas. Otherwise...

Well, there were some definite punishments for leaving the city limits, particularly without a permit from the neighboring governments.

As she followed the highway into the downtown area, she tapped the GPS. It flickered a few times, a little paradox messing with it, then stabilized. Or, so she thought. Rachel looked out the window, narrowing her eyes as she had to lean out the side window, then flicked the GPS screen.

"Hey," the cheetah growled. "I'm not driving through a building. Pick another route."

"Take the aerial lift through Spandex International."

"No. Different route."

"Take Beast-Walk East through -"

"I'm not a shifter. I'm a driver. Ground. Route. Only. New route."

"...Take Boring Way around Snooze Avenue."

"...Well, fuck you too."

"Please kiss my non-existent asshole."

There was a giggle on the other end, followed by a flicker. Great. Another techno-ghost buzzing around. The cheetah glanced out the window, noted where she was, and made a mental note to follow that up with a report. They could be a bit dangerous.

Turning around the bigger skyscrapers, she waited for the GPS to catch on again so she could find her way through the maze that was Downtown Quirkas. The entire city was filled with various types of supers, but Downtown was where most of the big names worked, either as part of a team or as a consultant. Anyone that knew a good accountant knew that reality depended quite a bit on context. Numbers told a different story than words, and value told a different story than numbers. When you involved superpowers and took it to the next logical stage...

Well, it resulted in a part of the city where paradox was more of a thing than it should be. As evidenced by the fact that she saw herself driving in four different directions at once in the distance. She slowed down, rubbing her eyes in annoyance as the GPS started flickering again.

"Ugh...Escher's at it again..."

Ring, ring. She reached for her phone, tapping it and leaving it on the middle divider.

"Hello, it's me. What is it?"

"This is Thea. I'm waiting at the Dome. I don't suppose you're on your way?"

"I'm already halfway there. Just getting through some more Escher bullshit."

"Ah. Do you want me to save you the trouble, or are you in a puzzling mood this morning?"

"One second," the cheetah said, leaning out the window as one of her other selves drove by. "Hey. How lost are we?"

"I'm number sixteen and I've been here for four fucking hours. When'd you get here?"

"Just now."

"Take the fucking call," Rachel Sixteen said, shaking her head and rolling up the window.

Shaking her head, the cheetah leaned down and pulled the phone to her ear.

"Yeah, gimme the solution."

"Drive into the bay."

"..." Rachel pulled the van to a halt, then looked out the window. There was only one road towards the water, and it ended with a sudden dive. "You're shitting me, right?"

"That is the current given solution to the Escher issue, from what I am told."

"...Tell me that you'll pay for any damages."

"Of course."

"See you in ten minutes."

One way or another, she'd be at the dome in short order. If this worked, the truck would pop out on the other side of the Escher puzzle, and if not...

Well, water conducted electricity.

It worked, and Rachel popped out of the other side of the art paradox. She quickly drove the truck out of the way of the portal immediately behind her, knowing that other drivers would have seen that and would soon be trying the same trick. She had gotten Thea to agree to pay for any water damage - there was none - but she doubted that the dragoness would be paying for anything else on this clunker.

The cheetah drove around the corner, and there it was. The Dome, as Thea put it, or as she hoped to think of it, their new home.

It wasn't the biggest of super-headquarters in the Downtown neighborhood, but it was far from the worst one. The Dome itself was probably sixty feet tall at a guess, and probably just over two-hundred feet in diameter. More than big enough for the seven of them, and probably more than big enough for any toys that they wanted to bring in later, too. The Dome itself was a deep red color, not quite crimson, but deeper than that, like blood that was just starting to oxygenate.

She imagined Xiadani would like that color.

Driving around to the front of the square-shaped plot of land that the Dome was on, she found Thea waiting for her in...mostly civvy clothes, albeit stuff that was very bland against the sparkling colors of her scales as she shimmered. Rachel put the truck in park at the walkway leading up to the dome, then hopped out.

"Waiting long?" she asked.

"Perhaps twenty minutes. In truth, I did not expect you to be here as soon as you were. You are the first to move in."

"Means I get first pick, I guess," Rachel said with a shrug. "Mind helping me get this stuff out of the truck?"

"Certainly, particularly as it will give me a vehicle to take the papers down to city hall."

"Papers?"

"Our team registration paperwork, damage insurance, liability, hero name copyrights...there's quite a few bits of paperwork that have to be filed."

"Well...um..."

"I will ensure that it is handled. Now, shall we deal with your furniture?"

"You don't have to be so formal," she muttered, going to the back of the truck and throwing the tarp off. Amazingly, nothing was wet. Apparently, Thea had the puzzle solution completely right. "Not much. Couch, a TV, a couple of boxes of stuff."

"Then we shall be done swiftly."

With the help of the red-scaled dragoness, they got it all off the truck on the first try. It wasn't that any of it was particularly heavy, not for a cheetah that had been spending most of her time in rather labor-intensive jobs, and not for a dragoness that had obviously been perfecting her powers as much as possible. They tossed everything they could onto the couch, and just walked it down the path and into the front door.

It was pretty obvious that the Dome had only recently gone up, considering that there was next to nothing inside of it. A receptionist desk in the foyer with nobody to man it, elevators that didn't light up as they walked by, doors that had to be slid open by tail or claw rather than running on their own power: it was a mess. A big mess.

And she had a pretty good idea as to why she had been tapped all of a sudden. She narrowed her eyes as they passed through an 'automated' door that didn't even shut behind them.

"You picked me to save on the power bill, didn't you?"

"It was a consideration," Thea grunted.

"I'm not just a battery, you know."

"No. But it will save us approximately 5k a day in electrical costs alone."

The cheetah grimaced, but didn't complain. That was a hell of a savings, she'd be the first to admit, and considering they were all part of a team, she imagined all their bills would be split. At least, any of the ones not in their contracts that Thea promised to cover. This way, she wouldn't be responsible for over seven hundred dollars a day just for the power demands of the building.

If the entrance to the Dome was at six o'clock, then the various living quarters were spread between two and four o'clock. Thea let her put the couch down in the hallway - a very wide hallway, it had to be said - and she glanced into each of them, checking to see what they had to offer, which one might be best, only to find that they were more or less the same. The only differences at all appreciable were which skyscrapers one would be looking at from the window and -

"This one's mine," Rachel said, tapping the one furthest back.

"Out of idle curiosity, why that one?" the dragoness asked.

"There's a jacuzzi."

"Is there? I do not remember ordering that. Are you sure?"

"It's got jets, it's where the tub should be. If it's not a jacuzzi, then it's damn close. I want it."

"Well, you did come swiftly. It should be rewarded. It is yours, then."

Rachel grinned, immediately setting to dragging her stuff inside.

All of the living quarters had the same sort of layout, as far as she could tell. They were a curved area, situated at the far end of the ground floor of the Dome so that they could have the window looking towards the outside. The windows themselves were set high in the slanting wall, requiring you to be on the far side to look through them, but also guaranteeing some privacy. The door into each room was completely opaque, a little brutalist in appearance with the harsh metal color, but definitely secure.

Between the two curved lines was a space for a living room, a kitchenette with a table island, a bedroom, and a bathroom. She quickly got her TV situated on the far side, then paused.

"Have you gotten wi-fi set up here yet?"

"That was another bit of paperwork that must be filed."

"...Right. So, what do we have?"

"With you, we have electricity."

"...And?"

"And that is it until I go and submit this paperwork. Running water has yet to be paid, as well as any sort of communications, gas lines, or anything else. It is quite expensive to set this up, Rachel; I wanted to ensure that we were not paying for anything more than we had to, at least until we had a few extra contracts lined up."

She could see the reasoning behind that, even if it annoyed the hell out of her. The cheetah sat down on the couch, tapping her fingers together as she stared at the blank screen. That meant that entertainment was going to be lacking for a bit. And that meant...socializing...

You were going to have to do it sooner or later. Might as well get it done with now.

"The truck keys, Rachel?"

Reaching into her pants, she grabbed the keychain and tossed them over. Thea caught them with ease.

"And if you could find an outlet and give the system a jolt?"

"Doesn't work like that," she grumbled.

"Pardon?"

"That'll keep it running for a few seconds, at most. I'd need to jumpstart a generator or something."

"There's one at the far end of the power lines two floors down in the facility, and I've left the connectors open so you can send it right down."

"...Do you just think of everything?"

"Someone has to." Thea nodded. "I will return in a few hours. Korina and Xiadani should be here between twenty to forty minutes from now, so if you would charge the building and keep an eye out for them?"

"Yeah...yeah, sure."

"Thank you. I will be a few hours, but try and keep this place in good shape. We've only just bought it, after all."

Rachel shook her head, watching the dragoness leave before leaning back on the couch. She could hardly believe that this was actually happening. All things considered, it was a definite step up in the world, but it was still a change. Change...wasn't really something that she was good at. Dealing with it, yeah, but actually getting into it...

Her fingers sparked with nervous energy, and she grumbled, getting to her feet. Outlet, fucking hell. No way was she jamming a finger into an outlet. That'd blow up everything, reversing the power flow like that. If she wanted to charge the building, she'd need a main line or something, one of the circuits built to handle a heavier flow of power.

As she started taking apart the paneling by the door, she couldn't help but think about more of the changes. She had space here. Not enough space to really host parties, exactly, but space. Space that didn't have to be kept to a minimum standard, either. She could slob it, if she wanted, not that she expected herself to, but it was interesting to have the option. More than that, there was nobody watching over her and telling her how she had to find a better job, nobody telling her that she was wasting her potential.

Fucking owl never took her nose out of my business, there, she thought, finally finding an opening. She stuck her finger inside, allowed the first few sparks to start bleeding through the tip into the wiring, and heard the soft hum of different devices in the building starting to draw power. The urge to just let it out like a lightning bolt struck her, but she didn't know how well this was built. It might not be able to take that, so she worked up slowly.

As the power continued to build in the wiring, distributing itself through the building bit by bit, she looked back at the couch. When she'd first bought that for the old apartment, she'd planned on having to flip the cushions over at least a few times with the guys she brought home, but she'd never gotten around to getting the guys to come back with her. Once or twice, there'd been some guy down at work that had been interesting enough, some half-decent men on the lots or while on the job that she'd seen, but none that she'd gotten around to taking home. Here, though...

Nah, that probably wouldn't be a good idea. Security and all. And besides, who would want to -

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Rachel blinked. She hadn't expected another call so soon. She focused on cutting off the power flowing down her finger, making sure that it wasn't going to arc to other parts of the room, then walked back to the couch, picking up her phone.

"Hello?"

"Rachel, hey, hey, how you doing, girl?"

"...Bobby?" she blinked. "How'd you get this number?"

"Hey, you know how it is. I can get just about anything on the network, hun."

"Yeah, that's why they call you the 'Stalker."

"Netstalker, Netstalker."

"Yeah, like it's any better done online."

"One's a name, the other's a criminal offense. Now, come on. Why didn't you tell me that you were signing up to be a heroine, huh? That coulda been something to share."

"Why do you care?"

"Hey, can't I be interested in my girlfriend's life?"

"Girlfriend? We banged twice, Bobby."

"Yeah, and it wasn't just me that got electrified, heh, remember?"

The cheetah blushed slightly. She always tried to forget that part, but she had to admit, the little raccoon had done a pretty good job the one time that she'd allowed him into her bed. It wasn't something that she'd let the average person know, of course, but he had been...quite good. She still put it down to him knowing what she liked already rather than any skill in bed directly, but it hadn't been bad.

"What do you want, Bobby? You haven't called since I turned down the last booty call. What do you want this time?"

"Well, I just thought we could celebrate."

"Uh-huh, and by celebrate, you mean..."

"Well, break in the new place, start leaving a few marks..."

"And give you a key?"

"Well, if I'm going out with the new superheroine around town..."

"Forget it."

"Alright, then how about just the welcome fuck?"

She sighed.

"Bobby -"

"Come on. I know you haven't gotten any for as long as I have. And YOU know how good I can be."

The cheetah groaned under her breath. She already knew that she was going to regret this, but now that she was thinking about it, it was hard to deny that there was a part of her that wouldn't mind that sort of fun. Stupid fun, yes, and it was the kind of thing that she'd question later, but...

Well, a girl had needs, and the damn raccoon was better at that sort of thing than she wanted to admit.

"Fine."

Click.

Ding.

"...Son of a bitch."

The building had enough power to keep itself running for the next hour or so, and the automated doors actually worked properly now. She passed through three or so to get back to the foyer, and there, on the other side of the front door, was Bobby. Robert. Netstalker, if one wanted to use his super name.

Not that he looked all that super. He had the stereotypical sort of 'secret identity' look going on, what with the suit with shoulder pads, the glasses, the tie. He was half a foot shorter than her, making him look a little on the puny side, and definitely skinnier, even with the padding that he'd put on. She opened the door, leaning forward to look down at him, shaking her head a few times.

"You really don't waste a second, do you?"

"Nope. Now, come here."

She knew what he was going to do, and she knew that there was no way to stop him save to shock him. And she knew she couldn't do that while standing in the middle of a metal archway.

Well-played, she thought just before his fingers found the space between her thighs, curling up and -

"Mmmph..."

"Now, hun, you still have that kink for getting caught, huh? Or do you want to back up a little so that we're not quite so obvious?"

"Do you - mmph - do you stalk everyone...like this?"

"Only the pretty ones."

She gritted her teeth, half-grateful, half-annoyed that he was standing between her and the slight flow of traffic that was running down the street. Her sweat pants were already starting to soak in the crotch, and the cheetah's tail flicked back and forth behind her as she slowly backed away from the front door.

"Heh, I remember what you like, Rachel. Come on, you gotta admit it, it's fun when you don't have to tell someone what to do."

"Come on...you could at least -"

"You don't want me to wait, remember? Profile you made on June 10th, 2019, erased June 12th, 2019. 'Move on me and make me cum. Don't let me get away.'"

The cheetah blushed, even as she felt the slight shiver running down her spine that always came with Bobby knowing more than he should.

That was his power. He could take anyone's name and start working through the net, finding anything that they had left behind. It was like he matched a brainwave signature to an electronic presence and was able to track it through the web. It hadn't mattered what aliases she used, what sort of intermediaries. Hell, she worked through a cyborg one time, using them to make a posting. He still knew it was her.

The raccoon had somehow gotten her pants undone, pushing her up against the wall. He was groping her through her shirt, squeezing her breasts, while one hand was cupping her sex and rubbing a finger against her.

The tip was already sliding in, his furred digit rubbing right over her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, and she hissed under her breath.

"Yeah, you know you love it. Heh. There any security cameras running here?"

"Mmmph...not yet...Haven't...turned them on..."

"Damn. Then we'd have a tape to watch later."

"Nnngh..."

"Yeah, you remember. August 2020, Rate My Pussy. You accessed your own page 40 times in a day, and only twice to read comments. You loved staring at yourself, knowing other people were doing the same damn thing."

She hissed in embarrassed remembrance. God, that had been months ago, now, but fuck. The feeling of seeing herself like that, both exposed and knowing there were hundreds of other people staring at her sex...

Fuck, she was getting wet. Really wet. She arched her back as the raccoon fit another finger into her, grinding down on her g-spot as he curled his finger. She could feel his hard-on against her leg as he kept her pinned against the wall.

"Yeah, that's it...you love it when I can just use that against you, don't you?" he whispered. "Little Miss Use-Me, huh?"

"Nnngh...stop...stop going back to..."

"Yeah, it wasn't that long ago...you want to be used...you begged for it...Heh. You put up a virtual note...Find you behind the power station...you'll let the first guy there be the first to fuck you."

"It was...mmph...a joke..."

"Wasn't a joke when you turned up. Wasn't a joke when you got upset and called me that night..."

She shivered. So she got bored and took risks from time to time. That wasn't - mmph, fuck, the raccoon's fingers felt better than they had any right to feel.

"Yeah, that's what you want. That's what you always want. Someone to find those weak points and use them...use them against you...Right...here..."

He pushed up against her clit at the same time as he pressed against her g-spot again. Her legs pulled together, tight, and she shivered as she came right then and there. Her juices ran down her thighs, her breath caught in her throat, and she almost started purring right then and there.

"Hehehe...just like always..."

Bobby leaned in, nibbling against her neck, and Rachel groaned, feeling that slimy feeling that always came after having a bit of fun with him. It always left her feeling wrong, exposed, dirty.

"Come on. Let's go back to your spot. I bet I can make you feel even better back there. Heh. Unless you want one of your friends to catch us? Oh ho ho, didn't think you were that kinky. You just got tight. Which one, huh? That big orca girl? Didn't think you had a thing for muscles. Or maybe that -"

SHING!

A blade as long as a pool cue and as slender as a sewing needle appeared between the cheetah and the raccoon. It glimmered in the new lights of the building, the tiny dot of light on it moving as the blade itself did. The snow leopard, from whose palm the blade had sprung, slowly pressed a hand down on the raccoon's shoulder.

"The fact that you are alive right now is due to my colleague's raw power, not my belief that this is consensual. Remove your hand."

"Oh, don't you worry, it's completely - gah!"

The snow leopard's blade cut a whisker with a slow, lazy movement, leaving the raccoon's cheek just a little less cute. He shivered.

"Remove your hand. Now."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say."

Rachel gasped as that furred digit slipped from her pussy, pulling her pants back up as soon as she could. Her cheeks burned about as hot as she ever remembered them doing, and she shook her head as she caught her breath.

Xiadani stood behind Bobby, her dark latex suit a marked departure from the 'civilized' job attire that Bobby wore. The blade out of her palm had shrunk down, pressed between her hands, held almost like a curved garotte against the sides of the raccoon's neck.

"Now. Rachel. Was that, or was that not, consensual?"

"It was..." She swallowed. "I allowed it."

"Then you keep your head and hands."

Xiadani stood up, then pointed at the door.

"But you are not allowed here."

"Come on, it was just a bit of fun. And she invited -"

"I can conjure more terrors than you can imagine, raccoon."

"Heh, terror can be sexy."

"I will put new meaning to the term 'pencil sharpener' if you say one more word."

"...On second thought, I think I had an appointment. Yeah." Bobby nodded, backing up towards the door. "See you later, doll."

"Never. Out."

As soon as the raccoon was gone, Xiadani turned to her.

"And you?"

"What about me?"

The snow leopard continued her level stare, and Rachel sighed.

"I'm alright. Just... stupid decision."

"Well...I can say that we all make those." Xiadani shook her head. "At any rate, if you are feeling in a thankful mood -"

"I am."

"Then you can help me with a problem of mine."

"...And that is?"

"My...girlfriend...will be paying us a visit in an hour or so. I will need some help telling her to leave."

"Your girlfriend."

The snow leopard nodded.

"The villain?"

Another nod.

"...Let me finish charging this place up first. Maybe Thea paid for a defense system..."

The End

Summary: Rachel moves in to the new home that she and the other heroines will be staying in, and makes a small, stupid decision.

Tags: F/M, M/F, cheetah, dragoness, raccoon, supers, all supers, fingering, embarrassment, exhibitionism, wet, powers, humor, patreon,