"It's...not what it looks like?"
Okay, that sounded dumb even to me, but I don't exactly have full blood supply going to my head right now, okay? Marcy steps a little closer for a better look, and watches as my third egg slides down and starts pushing at Dragonfly's labia.
"It, uh...it looks like you're having sex with Dragonfly? And...is that one of those egg...tube...things?"
My mind starts racing, looking for options. She seems to be all on her own, which is weird, but good. Could I tag her and Dragonfly for a moon trip before anyone else gets here? That could be a really risky move, and hard to explain away even if it works. Maybe if I just Embrace her without actually sending her away? No, then she's just going to be super-horny when the others arrive and how the fuck would I explain that?
As I look into her face though, something gives me the idea that I don't have to do something so drastic. Still risky, for sure, but...maybe my best shot.
I try the truth. "It's uh...an ovipositor, yeah. I'm kind of knocking Dragonfly up right now. Little, uh...busy."
She peers closer, and she's definitely not freaking out about this as much as I would expect a human to. "You never did that with me, though? And you just met her today?"
Jealousy? Her reaction to this is jealousy? ...Okay, I can work with this. Fortunately Dragonfly herself is too out of it at this point to add much to the conversation besides moans. "It's not like that! It's...hard to explain, but after I'm done I'm going to have to...send her away. For safety. For the kids! And I don't want to send you away."
"Oh." See peers at me, narrowing her eyes. "...Tamara, are you some kind of alien?"
How is she this out of it and also this perceptive? Also, how the fuck did I give myself away in just a week!? Honestly, I'm so distracted right now that I'd probably have grown soft if not for one little problem. I'm kind of...latched on to Dragonfly's inner bits right now, and while I could pull out I doubt either of us would enjoy the process. So I'm stuck here, third egg causing a little traffic jam down there while I try to put together a coherent response.
"Uh...okay, you got me! What gave it away?"
"Tamara." Marcy's purple eyes continue their suspicious look. "We watched a movie about the moon landing the other day, and you knew exactly how far away the moon is from Earth down to the foot but you thought that Earth has six continents. And it's not like you'd be the first alien on the planet..."
"Eurasia counting as two is cheating! I mean...okay, yeah! I'm...breeding Dragonfly to...save our people, and after we're done I'll be sending her to our secret base. She's enjoying it! Right, Dragonfly?"
The green-haired hero moans. "...Breed me..."
Marcy leans over to look at the blissed-out look on Jessie's face and bites her lip. "That's...actually kind of hot."
"I know, right? I mean, what?"
"You seem to be having trouble, though? Like...you need a hand?" As I said before, Dragonfly's a bit on the tight side, and with me being so distracted I haven't really been able to focus on pushing through the rest of my eggs like I should have been. My poor ovi's now crammed with table tennis ball-sized eggs trying to get through, and as I watch in shock Marcy reaches down and begins to jerk me off. No - she's helping to push my eggs through!
The third was almost there, and when it pops forward and slides into Dragonfly's womb we both shudder once again. Interrupted moment or not, it's still a damn intense experience and Marcy's hand wrapped around my ovi sure doesn't hurt. When my eyes open again I see Marcy's smiling face. "You liked that, didn't you Tammy? Jessie too, I think."
"That was...you have no idea, really."
"I can imagine." She suddenly pauses and I realize someone's talking to her on her earpiece. I start panicking again - is this it? Is my cover about to be blown? She has to say something, right?
"Tender Marcy, I'm here, I'm good. I ah...found Super Stinger." She gives me a wink. "She was having a hard time, but I'm helping her out right now, giving her a hand. Yeah, nothing critical here, sorry for running off like that."
As she finishes the call I'm not sure what to address first. Well, first is moaning again as Marcy helps push my fourth egg through into my newest incubator. After that, though? "You...ran off?"
"After we had things under control back there, I was worried about you! And then...it's weird, but when I got close to this place it was like...I could smell you? It's hard to explain, but it led me here."
I'm not sure how to explain that either, but this is definitely not going how I expected. I also don't expect it when she leans forward and kisses me - and it occurs to me that my lungs are still pumping out Embrace. When she leans back a moment later, she sighs and smiles.
"Yeah...it smelled like that. You've...done some alien stuff to me, haven't you?"
"I...can't rule it out?"
"Well..." Her look turns devious. "I think I like it. I maybe bought us a few minutes, and you need to...finish, right?"
Is this love? Is my first almost-incubator falling in love with me? Am I falling in love with her? Because my heart's beating a million miles a minute when I see that expression, that's for sure. I eventually nod. "Yeah, it...shouldn't take too long, though. With your help?"
"Alright." With that said we both get back to work, me slowly pumping my hips and Marcy 'helping things along'. After the fifth egg things start going much more smoothly but she keeps at it, massaging forward lump after lump until my entire collection of Impact-seeded eggs runs dry. When I'm finally done and can pull out I try not to waste any more time - this has already gone on longer than I was planning!
Marcy watches on while I grab my gold star stickers and slap one onto Dragonfly's ass, and before she can ask any questions about it the new recruit's done the whole glow-and-fade routine, teleporting away. "Where did she go?"
I give her a grin, hoping she catches my meaning. "Baitmaster got her. It's too bad I was knocked out and couldn't save her, right?"
She slowly nods along before looking at the debris. "Yeah...cause you were stuck under all of that. I helped get you out and healed you up though, didn't I?"
I lean forward and give her a kiss, even as I finish putting my pants back on. "You did! You saved me. I owe you my life."
"Yeah." She sucks on my lips and my tongue, and I think she might actually be trying to suck the rest of the Embrace out of my lungs before she whispers in my ear. "I'm your hero."
Fortunately I had gotten all of my...deliveries into Dragonfly without too much of a mess, girl wasn't much of a squirter, so cleaning up the scene wasn't too difficult. By the time Silver Sensation and Cold Call showed up on the scene I had my scratches healed up, my earpiece back on, and the two of us were outside with much sadder expressions than we'd been wearing a few minutes ago.
I told them basically how things went down - the captives were supervillains in disguise, including Baitmaster himself. I mentioned beating Serrate - I don't want to look totally useless, after all - but then I say that Baitmaster collapsed the rafters I was hiding in and I got knocked out. When I came to, everyone was gone including Dragonfly. Marcy healed me up, and together I was able to get free.
A quick investigation seemed to back up my story. There were obvious signs of people being dragged out to the waiting vehicle, although tracking that would be easier said than done. Silver and Cold Call both looked to be a mixture of devastated and focused, though. They'd been working with Dragonfly for years, and there's nothing good awaiting anyone who ends up in Baitmaster's hands. At the same time, captured heroes do sometimes get rescued, and they were intent on making that happen.
Marcy and I were off the case, though. Marcy was in trouble for running off on her own, and I'd gotten my ass kicked so this was obviously too dangerous for a newbie like me. Which...okay, fair. Lies aside, Baitmaster did actually beat me with a wave of his pinky finger, and that's a bit worrying! It might be good to keep to safer prey for a little while, until the heat cools down.
When we finally get back to the apartment it's like four in the morning, but Marcy's not about to let me just slip into bed. Besides, I'd be a little paranoid letting her know what she knows, without knowing exactly what she plans to do about it. So...we talk.
"So you've been sent to Earth to...breed humans?" She grabs an energy drink from the fridge, which I'm not sure is a good idea for four in the morning, but she's the one with the super-healing so I'm not about to say shit.
"Superhumans, specifically. We're good at mixing with other species, and the powers could be...useful." I have to shift on to another topic, because I think my curiosity might be even worse than Marcy's. "You're...really okay with this? I mean, I was kind of worried I might have to do something drastic there. I don't wanna end up in some government lab being vivisected, you know?"
I doubt Jef and Mom would ever let things get that far, but it's not an impossible risk!
"I wouldn't let them do that!" Marcy's voice is so vehement it almost seems to surprise herself. "I...know it's not right, doing that to Dragonfly, and lying to the others. But...I'm not what other people think I am, either."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're an alien from a race of healers? Or, lemme guess...a time traveler?"
"No!" She sighs, burying her face in her hands at the kitchen table. "I'm...I'm a pervert, Tammy."
I manage to suppress a laugh, and instead gently massage her shoulder. "Well...you're not alone? How does, uh...that apply here, though?"
"Ever since I hit high school I've been...reading dirty stories online, getting these weird ideas in my head." She reaches for her comfort Monster and takes a drink. "And I think about them all the time. All the weird kinks. When I...mentioned that I'd fantasized about eventually going on a date with you, last week? That was...the least of the things I'd been fantasizing about once I found out we were going to be roommates. I mean. You were really hot."
Well, count me curious! I lean in closer and whisper. "Oh? What other sorts of fantasies did you have in mind?"
The girl blushes hard. "Like...maybe one day you might get caught by a supervillain and mind controlled, and that maybe you'd come back here and...sneak into my bedroom and have your way with me..."
"Hehe. I don't think we've actually made it into your bedroom yet, but that could be arranged. I suppose that kind of explains how...enthusiastic you've been this week. I was thinking maybe I did more to you than I intended."
"With like, alien pheromones or something like that?" Marcy shakes her head. "I think you did do something to me...and I think I like it. I've never felt more confident in my life! I used to be so shy, and nervous, and...now I helped you abduct a superhero so that she can be bred with alien eggs..."
I think there's still a hint of that nervous girl in there, but Marcy's got a point - she showed a lot of courage and initiative tonight! Maybe not the kind that Liberty Stars would appreciate, but I know I sure do! I'm...definitely going to need to talk to Mom and Jef about this, I don't recall hearing about any cases like this in the case studies, but...I think this is going to work out pretty well!
"You helped me a lot tonight, for sure. Is there anything I can do for you?"
She turns to look into my eyes. "One thing for tonight, yeah. Can I...sleep with you tonight?"
...I check the pulse rate of my heart and I think this might actually be love. Fuck!