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[Author's Note: Michiko Tanaka, aka Turbo, is copyright Marvel and was first introduced in the New Warriors title, though her character roots go back to the early-80s ROM comics. Killer Shrike is a small-time Marvel villain who never amounted to much, and the concept of combining both characters into Tiger Shrike is my own idea based on my desire to upgrade Michiko into something cooler than she was. I hope it works, Enjoy!]
Chapter 13: Turbo Lover
It had been a week or so since her awakening in a Metropolis laboratory, encountering Diana and being both helped and seduced by the stunning Amazon, and ending up joining the new Thunderbolts team. In that time, the former Supergirl had gone from rock bottom and contemplating a suicide strike against her captor to having a new identity, a new home, and new friends and lovers. It was certainly a dramatic change for the better.
As she caught her reflection in the silvered windows of a building she was flying past, she paused to take stock of her new appearance. She was still getting used to her new look, but so far she couldn't complain. In fact, as she turned and admired her reflection, she had to admit she looked pretty damned good. In many ways, it was still familiar enough she recognized herself despite the changes. Her basic body and face hadn't changed, she wanted to remain the same "person" and this body was the shape she'd used the longest and the one that felt most natural to her. Her new costume was similarly familiar, enough she felt comfortable in it. It retained the basic form of leotard, cape, skirt and boots that she'd worn as Supergirl, but in an impressive looking black with taller, thigh-high boots and a shorter cape. In place of the S shield she'd once worn, she now sported a chrome lightning bolt symbol that struck from neckline down to her abdomen, between her breasts and accentuating her womanly assets quite nicely if she did say so herself. The mild french cut of the leotard bottom beneath the skirt revealed just the right amount of leg when the skirt moved to show them, cupping her ass nicely and striking the right balance between sexy and not too revealing. Those who sought to peek up her skirt would be quite disappointed to find her sex and her bottom quite adequately covered, no thong or worse yet lack of panties for her, but the small stretch of skin up her hip and thigh showcased her legs nicely. To accentuate this, she'd gone against the advice of her teammates and added a bit of heel to the boots, justifying it by explaining that she never really stood on the ground when she fought anyhow, either flying or bracing herself against her own telekinesis when she used her physical strength and besides that the outfit was shapeshifted anyhow so if she really needed to she could make the sexy but impractical heels vanish on a whim. She felt it was a vanishingly small compromise in utility for the gain in appearance. The move to thigh-high boots had been made for looks anyhow, and they just didn't look right as flats.
In total, the look worked for her. Of all the changes, she had to be most pleased with her new hair color, an electric mix of platinum with streaks of black and electric blue that suggested lightning and matched the chrome accents of her outfit. It had taken a bit of getting used to, but it was definitely growing on her. The others were right, her original golden blonde didn't really work right with the new colors, and she needed a change to more than just her in-costume look. It might seem shallow, but she needed all the self-esteem she could get after her experience in that laboratory, and a symbolic new beginning to help attain a sense of closure to the trauma. The new look had gone well with the new environment, and in many ways she felt like a new woman. She needed that boost, and moreover, she deserved it. If a little image therapy was what she needed to help her heal her mind and spirit, so be it. Let others think what they will, she refused to be ashamed.
It didn't hurt that she backed her looks with action. Almost from the very beginning, she'd kept herself busy, moving on by moving forward. And for her, that meant a lot of time flying the skies of her new city, patrolling for trouble and citizens in need. She'd found her share over the week, and had done some good and saved some lives. It felt good. The local media had taken notice of the new heroine in their skies as well, and had covered her arrival on the scene the way they might greet a new celebrity. Absent an official name to call her, they'd taken cue from the thunderbolt she wore on her chest and the same symbol she used to mark her solved-crime scenes and dubbed her "Thunder". Actually, they'd used several variations among the various sources, calling her "Thunder Woman", "Thunderbolt", "Thunder Girl", "Thunder Maiden" and a few others besides, but the common denominator was the designation Thunder. Like her new look, it was taking a bit of getting used to, but she liked it.
None of the variations had bothered her, and as long as none of them started calling her "Thunder Thighs" she felt no need to make an official correction. Given that her new look was as intimidating as it was beautiful and she was on camera doing things like throwing cars, shrugging off bullets and firing lasers from her eyes, she doubted anyone would dare.
Smiling at her reflection, her heart warmed as she reflected on the recent memories. So far had definitely been so good.
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ONE WEEK AGO
Angel hadn't known what to expect in the new place Diana took her to, but what she was seeing and sensing wasn't it. From Diana's reaction, she hadn't been quite expecting it either, but wasn't truly surprised. Her words that they'd arrived on an "interesting night" were no exaggeration, as they walked into what could only be described as a full-blown orgy. Given that these people were friends of Diana, she couldn't be surprised that they were almost all female and beautiful besides --the Amazon kept good company. All of them naked, and either still engaged in sexual union in pairs or groups or relaxing in close affection after or between joinings. The sights, sounds, scents, even thoughts and emotions from the passionate proceedings were sensually overwhelming, and she couldn't help being at least a little aroused. It was like walking into a pornographic movie, except it was happening in real time all around her. She tried not to stare too much, it was rude, but she wasn't entirely successful at keeping her eyes away from the enticing sights. Fortunately, no one seemed to mind her fleeting gaze.
In fact, one woman in particular was gazing at her in a more than fleeting way. Diana introduced her as Jessica, the leader here, and the woman was looking her over with undisguised interest. It was flattering, to be sure, though the direct attention also served to make her a little self-conscious. As her eyes found the floor, and she couldn't help a sheepish blush, she returned the gaze in a different way as she indulged her curiosity about the woman giving her the attention. Expanding her telepathic senses into the general ether of the room, she took in the woman through other's eyes and certainly liked what she saw. Black haired and blue eyed like Diana, athletically well muscled and nicely curved though significantly smaller than the Amazon, with longer hair. Her movements were quiet and graceful, speaking of speed and strength and skill, and despite her scars of battle she couldn't be more flawless in Angel's eyes. And perhaps a bit embarrassingly, in her wet and naked state Angel could smell her sex, and it was intoxicatingly arousing. Already a bit nervous, her legs crossed and she fidgeted a touch as a sensual thrill rushed through her, flushing her skin red and setting her own lower juices aflow.
She was startled from this by Diana speaking to her mentally, having clearly noticed this interchange between them. It shouldn't have been a surprise to her that Diana had the training to focus her thoughts to be loud and clear to a telepath, she worked with one on a regular basis, but what she said surprised her more.
"Go to her... we'll have our turn later in the night. It's ok."
And then, she cut off any chance to debate her decision by stepping to the blonde she'd introduced as "Carol" and engaging the woman in a powerful kiss. The woman's predictable surprise was quickly melted into an also predictable passionate response, and then there were no more words from either of them. Jessica paused from her examination of Angel's form to watch this with a bit of a raised eyebrow and a softly amused smirk, and that's when Angel chose to steel her willpower and follow Diana's bold example by making a move of her own. Shapeshifting her clothes away with a momentary effort of will as she floated up off the ground, she swooped in on Jessica to meet her with a kiss as sudden and powerful as the one Diana had delivered to Carol. To Angel's delight, Jessica's reaction was similar in it's pleasant surprise that melted into enthusiastic response. This close, skin to skin and wrapped around one another, the intoxicatingly alluring scent of Jessica's womanhood that had so enticed her from a few step's distance wrapped around her, enveloping her in it's sensual scent of pure seduction. To complete the bounty of delight, Jessica's lips and tongue tasted of another woman's intimate flavor, exciting her all the more.
All this, combined with Jessica's readily apparent skill and passion proved that tonight was going to be a very special and enjoyable night indeed.
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Across town from where Angel was reminiscing, Barbara Gordon was lost in her own memories of a much more recent night of intimate pleasure. She was on her way back home after a most successful date with a new girlfriend, or perhaps friend with benefits, whatever. What mattered is that she liked her very much and things had gone very well indeed.
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TWELVE HOURS PRIOR
Everything was set. Barbara had spent no small amount of time and effort in making everything perfect for this night, and now she only had to await the arrival of her date for the evening. This would not by far be their first date, but if Barbara's instincts were right, it would be their best. Since their meeting on this very rooftop weeks prior, they'd gotten closer and Barbara was sure it was the right time to take it to the next level.
The woman's name was Michiko Tanaka, and at one time she'd been the hero named Turbo. That identity was presumed killed some time back, and her armor destroyed, but she wasn't finished. Since then, she'd acquired new armor technology from a former small-time villain or string of them who'd operated under the name Killer Shrike. Combining it with the remnants of her Turbo powersuit, she'd forged new armor and a new identity as the Tiger Shrike. It had been a long road back for her, as her body had been nearly as shattered as her armor and her healing process had been slow and difficult. In fact, that was something they'd spoken a lot about as they shared the experience of a long physical recovery from crippling injury. It was something they shared in common, and speaking of their experiences with one another had been beneficial to them both.
In addition, the alien technology of the Turbo suit had actually taught her how to repair and rebuild it, igniting a love for electronics work that Barbara shared. Much of their conversation that hadn't been about work or about their experiences during physical rehabilitation had been about their powersuits and the various weapons and equipment that they utilized. It was nice to geek out with a fellow techhead, who would understand what the hell she was talking about and be able to contribute to the conversation. It was a welcome change from her teammates who, despite their other wonderful qualities, didn't share her passion for technology.
Tonight, though, there would be no talk of work or past experience or technical jargon. Tonight they had more personal and intimate things on the agenda. Smiling to herself, she looked over the setting she'd arranged with satisfaction, it was perfect. From the wine in the chiller, the dinner she'd made, and the preparations for later, everything was in place. Everything, that is, but her date. And she was due any minute.
The wind of her landing, though quiet, alerted Barbara to her arrival but she pretended not to notice, looking out over the edge of the rooftop as if lost in thought. She smiled softly as the young japanese woman wrapped her arms around her and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Barbara smiled, and turned in her arms to give the other woman a soft hello kiss. "Quite the contrary, you're right on time."
Michiko softly mmmed into the kiss and smiled. "I am? What's my reward, then?"
Barbara grinned a little. "Everything you see is yours tonight."
Michiko's eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, pointing towards the food and wine but clearly keeping her eyes locked on Barbara. "Lucky me. Everything looks delicious."
Taking in the asian heroine's form with her eyes, Barbara smiled and had to agree with her.
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Some time later, after the meal of self-prepared sushi and other such japanese delights Barbara had worked so hard on had been finished, they lounged together with the taste of dessert still on their lips and a glass of the wine in their hands. Looking up at the stars together, she could hardly imagine anything more perfect and she was pleasantly amused and surprised when Michiko vocalized exactly that sentiment. Grinning to herself, she turned to share a wine-flavored kiss and smile to her.
"It gets better."
To Michiko's smiling query of how so, she slipped from her arms to stand and move to what appeared to be an empty spot on the rooftop, and fumbled at what looked like empty air.
"What you don't see is a Waynetech Stealth Surveillance Tent, produced for the military and law enforcement."
Finding what she was looking for, she gripped an edge and opened it, revealing an interior space that had been hidden from sight before. "OLED active imaging cloth projects an active camoflauging image, making it almost impossible to detect even if you're near it because it projects on it's surface a constantly refreshed realtime image of the empty space it's supposed to look like. On the inside..." she gestured her to come inside with her, "the same system works in reverse, allowing those inside to see what's around them as if it isn't there. Meaning you can watch from this spot without being seen."
Michiko smiled with a soft chuckle. "Very impressive... and this is going to do what for us?"
Barbara smiled. "It's sheltered, armored, and climate controlled, as well as providing us privacy while still allowing us to look up at the stars."
Michiko grinned now, and glanced down at the sleeping gear on the floor. "Does that mean what I hope it does?"
Barbara just nodded softly, and reached behind herself to work the seam on her suit, splitting it and slipping free, exposing herself stripped to the waist for her appreciative audience. Soon enough, Michiko was responding in kind, and it would be scarcely any time at all before they were naked to one another's eyes and touch, and soon enough thereafter that their lips would taste of more than just the wine and dessert.
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At the Thunderbirds party, after meeting Jessica and her partner Carol, things had proceeded about as well as Angel could have easily imagined. That initial kiss with Jessica had moved from there to intense passion, moving through the delightful steps that marked the transition from making out to making love, and the time had finally come when they tasted of one another in that most intimate and enjoyable way. Angel had been nothing short of astonished at just how amazing Jessica smelled and tasted, and the arousing experience of her nectar only inflamed her all the more and made Jessica's job of pleasuring her all the easier. And with her own desire stoked so intensely, she was more than ready and able to return the favor. Diana and Carol had pursued a similar path with one another, though perhaps a little more roughly with more intense fingerplay, but the results were the same as the pair of them ended up similarly wet, satisfied, and resting from their exertion. At that point Angel could have been easily satisfied if no more happened and they merely drifted off to a happy sleep from there, but Diana instead chose to both resume play and take it to the next level.
Producing a toy from her things, she strapped it on and snuggled up behind Carol to access her from behind, while she made sure to arrange their position so that Carol was inverted to Jessica so they could taste of one another while Angel similarly took up position behind Jessica. Angel smiled and surprised Jessica when the brunette lovely asked if she needed a toy, instead using her shapeshifting to produce one from her own body. Smiling softly, she snuggled into Jessica and asked softly if she wanted her inside her, to which Jessica responded enthusiastically yes. Smiling, she moved to take her, but then paused a moment in thought. She had noticed the other groups playing, and some of them seeming to prefer it a certain way, so she asked her partner to make sure.
"You want me in front, love, in back, or both?"
The other three echoed the same reaction of "Both?!" as one voice, and she shrugged, blushing a bit as she explained that yes, she could do both at once because shapeshifting two was as easy as one. To her surprise, Carol reacted enthusiastically to this, calling out "Switch!" and rolling them over so that she was nuzzled back to Angel instead, pushing Jessica gently into the arms of Diana.
Angel chuckled softly, kissing her neck and asking in her ear. "I take it you want both then?"
Carol grinned. "Hell yeah. Push it to the edge. That's how I roll."
Jessica chuckled at this, gently teasing her lover about her penchant for pushing the limits, before she was interrupted by Diana asking if she wanted front or back herself.
After but a moment's thought, she answered. "Call me boring, but I'm gonna say front please. My butt needs a break after Thor last night."
Diana softly smiled and agreed without hesitation, and soon they were once again entangled in passion but this time of a different sort than what had gone before. She wouldn't call it out and out better than what came before, but it certainly carried it's own special intensity to it. From the moment the first moan was ripped from her throat by the amazing sensations as she pushed to the hilt into Carol's wet feminine core, she knew it was going to be something special. When she first grew the second member, small at first no larger than a pinky finger to push into the blonde's clenching vice-tight rear channel, feeling the sensations from both units as well as the pleasure from her partner that she was feeling telepathically, Angel knew that this would end in pleasure that would only be describable as mind-blowing.
The challenge would be in having anything left for Diana by the time they were finished.
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In the present, Angel was torn from the pleasant memories of the night that had been by the awareness of new presences around her. Cursing herself for allowing herself the distraction, she took in the sight of the figures and her heart sank. No... not him... not here. They'd found her!
The leader, the only one who's face was visible inside the armor they all wore, chuckled with an arrogant sneer. "Oh my dear, don't look so surprised. Surely you can't think your new look is so different that I couldn't figure it out? Especially making your new identity's debut so soon after the disappearance of the old... sloppy, Angela. It didn't take a genius of my caliber to figure it out."
Of course she knew who it was. Lex Luthor the First, or at least one of his many cloned puppet bodies. She should have known he would be involved, and that what was done to her was beyond the abilities of his grandson. Not that she was sure she could put it past him, but now in retrospect she recognized the elder mad scientist's MO in what had been done to her. Glancing around, she realized that the armored figures must either be entirely robotic or else empty shells of people, as they didn't read on her telepathy. That had certainly assisted them in getting the drop on her, that was for sure. As to Luthor himself, his cloned bodies barely had a brain at all, merely a brainstem and the mechanism to receive the central mind's remote commands, so he never registered on her telepathy anyhow. And now, she was surrounded and outnumbered.
She wasn't sure of the capabilities of who or what she was facing, but she didn't imagine Luthor would be so foolish as to underestimate her. So she called for backup, hoping against hope that they could get here in time but she didn't have much hope. The best she could do was try to stall them. Channeling her anger and frustration into a false front of confidence she didn't feel, she glared at Luthor as if looks themselves could kill --of course, hers could. Her eyes blazed a deadly blue as she glared at him.
"Awfully proud of yourself, aren't you? You don't have me yet." She paused, glancing around at the armored figures with mock disdain. "Dozen to one odds aren't fair, you know that right? You should have brought more, to make it sporting for me."
Luthor blinked a moment, and then laughed long and loud. "You're a spirited one, even if I know you're only bluffing."
Instead of words, Angel responded with action, unleashing the full brunt of her eye lasers directly at his face, hoping to behead the snake and sow confusion amongst the body of the troops. The light was blinding as it reflected from the mirrored building, the intensity of the twin beams enough to cut through one inch steel instantly. Nothing human could survive.
To her dismay, his laughter didn't stop. Instead, when her vision cleared he stood intact with an almost invisible barrier field between them. "Did you truly think I'd be unprepared for you? My turn."
And with a gesture, her world melted to hell.
She couldn't see, or perceive anything but the fire that surrounded her entirely. So much fire, closing in on her, hemming her in, terrifying...! She'd never known a fear of fire before, but this... something about it terrified her deep into her very core, like a primal phobia unleashed, and all she could do was curl into a fetal ball to try to retreat into herself from the suffocating flames. Despite the lack of heat enough to damage her, she nonetheless melted as she lost control of her form, contracting to a tight grey ball as she sought to retreat further still from those all-consuming flames. What was wrong with her?! Even as she reacted in panic, part of her realized what she was doing, and struggled desperately to find the will to fight through it. Projecting her mind out, despite the horrid fear and incredible pain, she reached with telekinetic tendrils for Luthor's throat, even as her every instinct and her mind and body screamed at her to pull back. She had to do it!
In her mind's eye she saw Luthor raise a surprised brow, and turn a dial. Then her world went white.
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Barbara was just getting home from her wonderful date with Michiko, and was surprised to find no one manning the monitoring station. What the hell?! That kind of oversight was unacceptable, and she was going to flame some ears over it. Worse, the red light of a distress call was lighting the screen. Angel's. She was in trouble, and there had been no one here to answer the call. What if it was too late? Desperately, Barbara put out an alert for assistance on all the channels, and prayed someone could respond in time.
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Angel hadn't had but moments to realize the flames had gone before she realized she was in a prison of a different sort. A glowing cube, surely a force field of some kind, encased her balled form and held her tightly contained. Despite her best struggles, she couldn't summon the force to break free, even with her rage at Luthor's triumphant sneer as he leered at her like a caged experimental mouse. He had her. Her nightmares were coming true.
Instead of an orderly retreat with their prize, however, all hell broke loose instead. A torrent of glowing orange bolts tore through the assembled armor group, exploding two completely and scattering the others as a figure blurred down through them. Turning their weapons down at the attacker, the female form disappeared to form behind two of them instead, impaling them both with light-daggers projected from her hands. As those fell, she disappeared again, coming up below the feet of one to grab him and use him as a bludgeon against another, smashing them both and then using the one in her grip as a humanoid shield against another as she returned fire, destroying it. In those first moments of surprise, blitzkrieg attack Luthor's forces had lost more than half their number and were suddenly on the desperate defensive.
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