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Isekai into a World of Supers	By : NeetMose Category: Comics > Misc - General > Misc - General Views: 4842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a just silly work of fiction and any resemblance to any characters, settings or actual people is unintentional and probably not all that accurate. I don't own anything from Wonder Comics and make no money.

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You just stare in alarm at the pastel haired nymphet as she joy-gasms all over the steering wheel of a vehicle doing over 60mph. She believed your dumb ass when you told her you were ripped from your own world in an accident involving a vindictive windstorm, an over-eager truck-kun and a saucy comic book? Seriously?!
Oh Tina Tankbuster, I miss you already... wait a minute. Tina "Tits" Tankbuster might be alive and well somewhere out in this new Wonder Comics world you are in. Holy shit!
"Sooooo~ you believe me then?"
Krystal with a "K" just turns that half-mad grin that makes your tummy tingle on you again before giggling and swatting your shoulder playfully.
"Oh please, did you think that story would be so hard to swallow? Pick up a newspaper Cutie, crazier shit then that happens all the time around here! Your accident wouldn't be the fifth strangest thing I've heard this week."
Well you guess that makes a grim kind of sense, what is meeting a stray inter-dimensional hobo - which is what you essentially were - compared to alien invasions, death cultists attacks or Kaiju threats? Hell, you were positively mundane in comparison and that realization wasn't doing much for your already flaccid ego.
At least Krystal wasn't seeing it that way, the pig tailed ball of energy was bouncing in excitement on her side of the bench seat which was having a fascinating effect on her bulging cleavage.
"This is sooo~ fucking great, like, the best day ever! First we get hired for a job with a real old school pro like Professor P where we get into an epic beatdown with three of the Guild of Heroes and then escape right out from under Solar's stuck-up nose with a cute guy who just got juiced up with Shvarthian crystal energy! Don't you get it? You're, like, a newly hatched baby Supe, Sweetie!"
You're not so sure about all of that. Sure, the Shvarthian Invasion had been a pretty big event in Wonder Comics timeline, a big deal with several cross-over comic issues released, team-ups, unlikely alliances and all that good stuff that left comic nerds like yourself with puckered assholes all aquiver.
Basically the Shvarthians had staged a planet wide invasion with the grandiose goal of capturing Earths greatest heroes and villains to siphon away their powers into an army of Shvarthian Super Soldiers with their alien crystal technology. Then, hypothetically, with that goal achieved they would go on to conquer the rest of the galaxy ...yada yada yada, insert insane evil monologue here. Extra credit given for a decent maniacal cackle or two...
Of course it hadn't succeeded and all the alien tech that was left behind after the all-too-real smoke had cleared was a source of it's own troubles. Clandestine governmental agencies, shady corporations and super scientists; both noble and otherwise ...like our recent acquaintance Professor "Pedo"... had snatched up all they could and comic book antics inevitably ensued.
Antics like the very one you were escaping from at this very minute. It hasn't escaped your notice that as the sound of sirens has faded behind you and the wagon has entered more frequently trafficked streets Krystal has taken her level of driving down from "Teenager on Ritalin playing GTA4" to a mildly more bearable "Single dad with a car full of whiny children white-knuckling it home". Weaving the massive old clunker smoothly through traffic and even stopping at the occasional traffic light, she isn't showing sign of calming down. Wheeling on you again so wildly that you cringe back a little she begins running her wide, glittering eyes up and down you as though searching for something.
"So what do you think your power is? Can you, like, feel it inside you? Is it building inside you, threatening to burst out at any moment? I bet it is! Sooo~ freaking cool!"
She is speaking at a mile a minute and you are growing concerned that she may be forgetting to breath. Raising both hands palms out in front of you, you desperately try to lower the energy levels on this sexy ass Energizer Bunny.
"Wait... just breath OK? What did the Professor think his Device was going to do? He mentioned Kid Chimera and the Junior Justice Squad, what were his plans? What do you know?"
Krystal cocks her head prettily to one side thoughtfully raising a single long, painted fingernail to her chin in the classic "Ummmm™" pose.
"I don't really know. Sorry Nick but we only got hired onto this gig for his climactic final battle. We're not a full time part of his organization, just a couple of Temp-Henches. He did refer to it as his Shvarthian Power Siphon and with Kid Chimera's power set plugged into it..."
Kid Chimera; real name Jonnie Walsh. Just your everyday Libertine City youth who could "transfer" or "replicate" other Supers powers with a touch. It was a problematic power as the poor kid only appeared Super as long as he had other Supers to piggy back off of. The fact that any power he might acquire eventually faded leaving him as vulnerable as the average Joe Citizen really kept him out of the big leagues but clearly his ability to "transfer" the power had gotten him roped into the good Professor's schemes, and ultimately the capital "D" Device where you found him.
"...it's not hard to guess what Prof P wanted him and the rest of the double J squad for... and you stuck yourself right in the middle of it all! That's so fucking crazy I can almost cream my lil' panties just thinking about it!"
Jesus but thinking about what Krystal's little panties might look like is bringing your demi-boner to full Olympian ascension! It's really not helping you get a firmer grasp on the- wait, did she just self-identify a temp-hench?
There's no telling which, if any, other members of the Junior Justice Squad might have been in the Shvarthian Power Doohickey when it played pin-the-tail with your insides; Krystal said she didn't know and you knew the "revolving door" policy on the J-Squad's membership had the RPM speed of ceiling fan set on high. Changing from year to year as older members "Graduated" to solo careers and new talent got a chance to shine on the grimy streets of Libertine City. Just about a quarter of the city's Supers had a chance of being in there depending on what year ...or comic book issue, maybe? Oh, or which timeline? Shit but this was getting complicated... you had been dragged figuratively kicking and literally screaming into. So no answers there for now, so it may be best to pop a pin in it and come back to it later?
Hopefully it'll just sort itself out, or someone else will sort it out? Those were always your favorite types of problems - ones you didn't have to deal with. Yeah... good luck with that, Ass-Hat.
Krystal's driving is positively sedate now as you roll into a dingy neighborhood that looks so run down and dilapidated that the city council could probably have proposed a gentrification program involving squads of soldiers wielding flamethrowers and the downtrodden residents would just have to shrug in sullen, mute agreement.
Even in the middle of the day a few drunks are already getting into the swing of their paper bag cocktail engagements and you even spot a middle aged hooker nursing a baby while chatting up a potential John; all mutton dressed up as lamb in a skimpy club dress faded and stretched with age ...much like herself. Oh, hey man, that's not very charitable...
Crumbling old apartment blocks and rows of ancient faded brownstones butt up against cracked sidewalks. Garbage can fires and piles of discarded refuse populate the street corners and the majority of the out-dated cars parked along the streets are up on blocks, rusty wheel wells empty and yawning. It is into a tight parking space between the front stairs of two the dusty brownstones where your daring escape finally comes to it's ...thrilling?... conclusion. You are left staring flatly at the words FUCK OFF graffiti-ed brightly onto the stone building exterior in front of you before slowly turning to stare questioningly at Krystal.
"We're here~!"
We are where, exactly? Where is the secret lair? ...the gang hideout? Was this supposed to be the.. Brownstone of Solitude? This neighborhood felt only slightly more inviting than the deathmatch in the lab had been. You had been hoping for something more... bad-guy accessible?
Krystal was out of the drivers door in a flash of pastel pig tails, briefly baring the curve of her sweet bubbly ass as she skips around the vehicle to assist the dopey Rhino Crash out of the back. Fighting down your growing sense of disappointment and clutching the green ray of death gun even tighter as a tough looking old lady sneers nastily at you in passing, you follow the two of them up the front stairs as Krystal wrestles the front door open and squeezes the massive guy through it in front of her.
You try to tell yourself it's going to be fine as you walk into the narrow entry hall with it's peeling, dog-ended wall paper and balding carpet, but who are you kidding? If there was some manner of shining example of what "landing on your feet" was supposed to look like... then you were standing in the polar opposite of that; the weird, alternate, Bizarro World version of it, in fact. In front of you an age-warped timber stairs leads up onto a second floor and to your left an open doorway leads into a a small but open living space where Krystal is getting the Big Guy settled onto a groaning couch and helping him get his massively horned helmet off.
Whoa, he really did have the head of a rhinoceros under there! Bald and grey skinned with a notably smaller horn on his muzzle than of that on his helmet.
She coos and fusses over the slumping, grey giant sweetly for a few moments before slapping him smartly across the snout and snapping the fingers of both hands in front of each deeply inset eye.
"You in there Crash? I need you to say you are with me, Partner. C'mon, tell Krystal that you are OK." She says with practiced firmness of someone who has done this a hundred times before.
"Mmmhmmm... OK." The hulking beast-man drawls out tiredly between thick animal lips before starting to pluck at pieces of his scuffed-up armour, reaching under plates to loosen hidden straps with fat, blunt fingers. That seems good enough for her as she twirls about to face you, her silver science-maid skirt pinwheeling up those firm thighs, with her hands clutched behind her back and her delicious tits thrust out in front of her enticingly.
Spotting you standing in the entryway looking lost and clinging to the ray gun like it was a life preserver, she smiles in that too-wide way you are fast becoming familiar with and gestures at the weapon.
"Be a doll and stash that in the cupboard under the stair would you? I'll get the big guy settled with a few aspirin then we can go upstairs and get me out of this silly costume."
Well that was a delightful overture of things to come! Moving as directed you locate and open the aforementioned cupboard to find it filled with weapons... lots and lots of weapons!
Hand cannons, science-y looking energy blasters, cartoonishly oversized bats, sledges and mauls ...wait is that a FLAMETHROWER peaking coquettishly out from behind a box full of goddam mortar rounds?!... All stacked and piled into the small space without any rhyme or reason to their ordering. Gingerly leaning the green death ray up against the stock of a handy looking grenade launcher, you close the door and turn to search for Krystal and some answers to the growing number of alarming questions you need clarified.
She is right behind you, just like the killer in some cheap slasher flick except infinitely cuter, you still let out the panicked squeak her jump scare deserves and need to take a long, shaky ogle down her top to calm your racing heart.
"S-sorry, I didn't see you there." You manage to stutter out in manful fashion as you stare deep into her pale, perfect, expansive cleavage.
"Aaaw~ you're so cute when you blush! Come upstairs with me, I can get changed and then we can work out what we are going to do with you." The tits say- no, wait... that was Krystal speaking.
There is a flurry of lacy skirts and then you are following Krystal's firm, delightful backside up the stairs catching a hint of a panty clad paradise with each sway of her full, flaring hips.
Why? Because apparently you have imprinted on this pint-sized mess of squirrel-shit nutty and cock-twitching sexy like a helpless baby duckling.
Of course you have... nothing for it now but to find out where this rabbit hole leads.
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