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Fox Hunt	By : Frenemy Category: Web Comics > Super Heroine Central Views: 5529 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: An original Fanfic based on the Superheroinecentral webcomics. Heroines are all property of SHC and not of myself, I in no way profit from this story

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By: Frenemy
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            Cold aching muscles groaned as they slowly returned to life, while a slender hand reached up to rub the sleep out of beautiful green eyes. Shivering, the young woman pushed herself up from the chilly steel floor and rubbed her arms to encourage circulation. Her eyes closed, Butterscotch Fox breathed deeply and steadily as she collected her thoughts, steeling herself for yet another day in the hospitality of Dr. Vanessa Payne. Her train of thought was quickly derailed however by a gentle rapping on the crystal globe of her prison, and the young heroine’s eyes darted over to behold- almost on cue- the good doctor herself.
            Vanessa stood nonchalantly outside of the sphere with one latex-clad hand in the jacket pocket of her black pantsuit, her eyes gazing possessively up at Butter with a coy smile turning up the corners of her ruby lips. Snapping to attention, Butter sprang up and stood perfectly still, allowing her captor to gaze at her gorgeous body in all her nakedness. Her eyes never leaving her prisoner, Vanessa removed a touchscreen device from her pocket, and with a few taps, a seam appeared in the Diamentium globe and slid down into the floor. “Wake up, sleepyhead” cooed the villainous Brit, “It’s such a lovely day this morning; I thought I’d take my pet for a walk - what do you say? Sound good?”
            The question of course was rhetorical - Butter had no choice in the matter. Her free will had been surrendered in exchange for the safety of her only sister, Regan. The two of them had only their father growing up, and with his position occupying most of his time, it fell to Butter to look out for her younger sibling. Aside from her own duties at the Institute, Regan was the greatest source of pride in her life. Her little sister had always been the smart one in the family, taking after their father while Butter pursued her calling as a Superheroine. And now, in her darkest hour, Butter’s two devotions had come together with her duty as a Superheroine and her duty as a sister now one in the same; to protect the innocent. “Yes ma’am” she obediently replied.
            Beckoned by her captor, Butter stepped out of her sphere and stood attentively at Vanessa’s side. Pleased at her prisoner’s acquiescence, the good Doctor reached down and weaved her rubbery digits through the heroine’s fingers. Clasped tightly, their fingers interlocked not like lovers, but rather like links in a chain. “This way” she said smiling, “step lively now.” Her heels clicking like a metronome on the steel floor, Vanessa strode confidently through the shadows before a sliding door opened automatically, leading the two into an illuminated hallway. Devoid of daylight, Butter had lost track of how long she had been imprisoned in that room and had whiled away countless hours dreaming of escape. But now, in the custody of the insidious Vanessa Payne, Butter found herself longing for the security of its confinement.
            The winding hallways of the facility seemed to go on forever, its cold steel façade maddeningly claustrophobic to the young heroine as Vanessa happily marshalled her down this corridor and that with a spring in her step. Finally, the pair came to a stop in front of a massive steel bulkhead, and Vanessa tapped a keypad several times. With a loud rumble, the bulkhead rolled slowly down into the floor as a piercing light blinded Butter, forcing her to shield her face with her hands. Slowly, painfully, her eyes struggled to adjust to the illumination, and when she at last regained her sight, what she beheld stole her breath away. Walking through the giant archway, Butter stepped onto a large balcony overlooking the lush green foliage of a tropical island hundreds of feet below their mountain lookout. After weeks of confinement, Butter could not help but find the great wide open space intimidating.
            “This view is quite spectacular in the morning” smiled Vanessa as she deeply inhaled the fresh mountain air, her back arching in a stretch like some malevolent black cat, “Wouldn’t you agree?” The ingenious Brit clasped her hands behind her as she turned her back on her young captive and stepped towards the edge, her eyes scanning the horizon, appreciating the landscape in the early morning sun. For a moment, Butter stood in awe and confusion, looking around for the catch-22, trying to understand why Vanessa had brought her here. Then, she noticed the distance between them, and the Doctor’s utter dismissal of her. Vanessa was at least fifteen feet away, and completely distracted. At first she would not let herself entertain the thought. But the more she considered, the greater the urge became. ‘She’s not even paying attention’ she thought. With the horizon laid out before her, escape was now a simple matter- ‘I could just fly away’ she told herself. ‘Fly away into the clear blue sky and she could never stop me…’ The temptation lasted only a moment, but to the downtrodden heroine, it seemed an eternity. She wouldn’t dare. Who knew what Vanessa had planned for Regan if she left her behind? Now Vanessa’s logic became terribly clear; this simple act was a demonstration of her power. Without a word, Vanessa had forced Butter to defeat her own “fight-or-flight” instincts- dangling her freedom in front of her just to rub her nose in it. Her teeth gritted, Butter summoned every ounce of strength to deny her own self-preservation, and with great bitterness, began to gently weep.
            The sound piqued Vanessa’s mouth up into a smirk as she gazed over the landscape. Casually, she turned to see Butter standing rigidly still, her face turning red. “Aww” the Doctor spitefully cooed as she approached the heroine, “Poor baby.” Raising a gloved hand to her captive’s face, she wiped a tear away with a single digit. “Are you ready to go back inside?” With murder in her eyes, Butter silently nodded. “’attagirl” grinned Vanessa as she brought her finger to her mouth, tasting the sugary sweetness of Butter’s tears as her eyes dared the heroine to do something.
            Returning to the shadowy corridors within the mountainside, Vanessa led Butter down the twists and turns of her stronghold before arriving at a set of sliding double doors. Tapping a keypad on the wall, Vanessa leaned over and spoke her name Vanessa Payne into the console, eliciting a soft chime before the doors slid open. The room beyond was pitch black, save for a spotlight revealing a heavy steel pedestal in the centre of the room. Reluctantly, Butter allowed her owner to tug her into the room, and the doors snapped shut behind her.
            “Do you know what this room is, Butter?” the Doctor inquired. Not knowing, the heroine shook her head, and said so. “This is where the great Butterscotch Fox will finally be laid to rest” beamed the sadistic Englishwoman. Vanessa’s rubbery hand slid into her jacket pocket, and produced a touchscreen device. Tapping it once, powerful overhead lights switched on with a loud *clack* to reveal a large Plexiglas cylinder ten feet in front of the two women.
            The cylinder, protruding out of the grated steel floor with screens and machinery at its base, stood ten feet tall and was filled with a viscous green fluid. There suspended in that fluid, floated a thing that could only be loosely described as human. It possessed all the characteristics- two arms, two legs, ten fingers and toes- but consisted only of bones, nerves, and thin, undeveloped muscles. So unfinished was the half-person that it had yet to grow eyelids, it’s blank gruesome eyes staring lifelessly down at Butter, it’s teeth bared in lipless smile.
            “No!” cried the heroine, her eyes welling up with tears at the Doctor’s grotesque work, her trembling hands covering her gaping mouth “No, it can’t be!”
            “Oh but it is!” Vanessa gleefully shot back. “It’s you my dear Butterscotch Fox! The very first of our production model Butterclones!”
            “No!” Shrieked the distraught Fox as she buried her face in her hands, so disturbed was she at the sight of this abomination. “No no no!”
            “Now Butter…” chided the brilliant villainess, “you’re not allowed to look away- open your eyes.”
Beside herself with horror, the heroine simply shook her head as she sobbed into her hands.
“I said look!” growled Vanessa, “look!”
Incensed at her captive’s disobedience, the evil Brit grabbed Butter’s wrists, and angrily forced the heroine’s hands away from her face. So drained was the young blonde- both mentally and physically, that despite her tremendous strength, she could not resist as Vanessa wrestled her hands to her chest, pining them in place while one hand grabbed Butter under the chin.
“Open your eyes!” the Doctor barked, pointing the heroine’s face at the cloning tank, “Open your fucking eyes, cow- or your sister dies!”
Near hysterics, Butter’s eyes snapped wide open at the threat, and beheld the unholy creation that would spell doom for all superheroines. “No…” she whispered with shuddering breath, tears rolling down her wet cheeks.
Beaming at her prisoner’s despair, Vanessa’s red lips parted to bear her pearly white teeth in a cruel smile. “Yes…” she said, breathlessly, “yes!” Releasing her grip on her blonde plaything, Vanessa strode up to the cloning tank, running her gloved hand along the smooth glass as she admired her work. “With your genes and my expertise, I’ll soon make all the soldiers I need to overpower the Institute! Each one bred for war with no regard for self-preservation. Imagine - an endless supply of living weapons ready to slam into those super-sluts at mach-3…they’ll hardly know what hit them before they burst like water balloons!”
Shocked at the morbid details of Vanessa’s design, Butter stammered for words, overwhelmed by the implications of things to come. “Y...you CAN’T!” she blurted, “It’s INHUMAN!”
Turning on her heel, Vanessa crossed her arms as she looked back to the heroine. “Look who’s talking, Monsduggian cunt!”
Butter winced at the slight against her people. She, like many heroines of the Institute belonged to the Monsduggian race; a proud race of warrior women granted strength and abilities by their beloved goddess Deina. Butterscotch Fox had always taken great pride in her heritage, but now their power was to be turned back upon itself, as Vanessa’s army of soulless dolls prepares to exterminate the champions of truth and justice.
“Oh but it gets better…” tittered the evil scientist, “Once your ‘sisters’ are finished winning the war, they’ll help us win the peace…”
The revelations up to this point had been terrible enough for one day, but despite the sickening fear growing inside her, Butter could not bear to remain in the dark. "W-what do you mean?” she squeaked.
Vanessa gazed deeply into Butter, staring daggers into the heroine’s green eyes, her very look an act of assault. “There are a lot of important people who are not going to be happy with me breaking up their boys club. Once I’m in control of the Institute, I’m going to need a lot of support to stay in control- and you my dear will be my peace offering. Supporters of my regime will enjoy far more privileges than ever before. When the dust settles and the fighting is over, my clone army will be discontinued, and the Institute will go straight into production rewarding our benefactors with their own personal Butterslave! With a product so desirable, demand will grow to a fever pitch until every person of merit will have one! What man or woman could resist? CEOs, Generals, Presidents, Kings, every powerful human being in the world will have their very own Butterscotch Fox so they can kiss you, fuck you, or push you down the fucking stairs if that’s how they get their jollies! And one day, when I am firmly entrenched in my position and the powerbrokers have all been lulled into a false sense of security, I will give the order to have those obedient clones kill their owners. To break their neck, punch a hole in their chest, or outright explode - instantly decapitating every power structure on earth! With the world in chaos, the Institute - my Institute - will step in to fill the power vacuum.
Stunned at the scope of Vanessa’s grand design, Butter stood mouth agape- there were no words to describe the inconceivable evil to be unleashed upon the world. Vanessa had made clear her grudge against Butter herself, but she could not fathom that the brilliant Englishwoman could be so sadistic as to settle that score with the entire world. The Doctor had already promised to sully her good name with the public, but now her legacy was to be despoiled even further as decadent perverts defiled her image with the daily ritual of cumming on her face.
“Don’t look so surprised, Butter…” gloated Vanessa. “It’s only prudent to exploit such a valuable resource. No one on earth can resist the charms of Butterscotch Fox.” Vanessa’s heels clicks on the steel floor as she began slinking toward Butter, her hips swaying fluidly. “No one – man or woman – can resist you. It’s in your nature…the most desirable piece of ass in the universe…” Reaching out her latex-clad hand, Vanessa traced the curves of Butter’s face, her thumb caressing the outline of her pouty lips. “…the perfect woman.”
Vanessa cracked a slight grin as the tension in Butter’s body began to melt. “And you can’t help it either, can you?” she chuckled in her posh London accent, “You’re made for sex, it’s what you’re built for. Isn’t it?”
Her mouth trembling, Butter could manage no denial.
“You need it. Like you need food and water – and you’ve been without for a while haven’t you? You’re starving” Vanessa’s breathy voice said, inching closer to her captive with every word. “It’s why you’ve managed to survive for so long- you know that right? Despite capture, despite being at your enemies’ mercy, they defer killing you because they can’t bear the thought of losing out on the greatest fuck they’ll ever have. That’s why you always win in the end…”
The two women now stood so closely their bodies nearly pressed against one another. “Do you know why I’m the one to finally stand in triumph over you?” Vanessa whispered breathily, the tip of her nose playfully caressing the tip of Butter’s, their faces so near that their gaping mouths breathed the same hot breath. “I don’t want you, Butter.”
Slowing pulling away, Vanessa’s gleaming eyes locked with her prisoner’s, her thin, ruby lips parted in a supremely satisfied grin. “I don’t want you” she repeated.
Butter’s face soured under Vanessa’s gleeful scowl, her green eyes welling up with exasperation and shame. The brilliant villainess had toyed with her most expertly, both frustrating her sexually, and demonstrating the heroine’s terrible weakness- so desperate was she for love that she would readily lie with the woman who had tormented and victimized her. For years Butter had endured the persecution of critics and enemies who vilified her as a whore. Now bile rose in her throat as her conviction began to falter, and her denials rang increasingly hollow- for if she had had balls, they would be turning positively blue.
Near wit’s end, Butter could no longer contain her bitterness and grief, and spat her disdain at Vanessa like so much venom. “Y-you’ll burn in hell for this! Monsduggians will not simply lie down and be conquered! You’ll never bend our will to yours!”
This outburst amused Vanessa to no end, and she lifted a rubbery hand to her mouth, stifling a girlish giggle. “You think so?” the evil Brit cooed, “Well let’s ask your friends what they think- see how well they’ve managed…”
On cue, powerful overhead lights activated, illuminating the dark corners of the room, revealing all three of Butter’s teammates, and their evil counterparts at their sides. Butter gasped in shock to see the state of her friends, so great was her disbelief that she stood silently for many moments as she took in the sight of the miserable tableau.
American Fox, always the patriotic champion of the team, sat submissively next to the diminutive Lolita, Ebon Fox. The heroic Fox sat naked, her legs curled lazily beneath her, her head reclining to lie pitifully in Ebon’s lap. Her tousled raven curls were pinned up into a bun atop her hear in a chignon hairstyle, and her expression was tinted chalk white with makeup messily adorning her face, rosy blush and red lipstick smeared across her cheeks and mouth to complete the perverse caricature of a china doll. Her eyelids drooped sleepily as she stared blankly ahead at nothing in particular, a leather neck corset constrained her throat with a tiny heart-shaped padlock affixing a thin steel chain the end of which was tightly clutched by the diminutive hands of her mistress. Ebon Fox sat upon the plush cushion of an antique stool, perched attentively with back straight and hands on knees, the gleam of her deep green eyes betraying her eagerness for this morning’s agenda.
“American Fox!” cried Butter, alarmed by the vacancy of her soulless gaze, “What’s wrong with her?”
“I was very disappointed with her” chimed the evil psychic as her pale hand smoothed over her jet black bob of hair, “she was very disagreeable, so I hollowed her out. I haven’t decided what to fill her with yet, but until then…” The villainess smirked as she tugged at American Fox’s leash, firmly guiding the semi-conscious heroine’s face to her own before planting a soft wet kiss on those painted lips, “…she’s very good at taking direction!”
The former Violet Fox stood adorned in a form-fitting latex bodysuit with a plunging neckline accentuating her generous bust. A studded leather mini-jacket ornamented her arms and ended high on her back. Her taut, silky legs were enwrapped by fishnet stockings and ended in black stilettoed ankle boots. Her strong slender fingers poked through the holes of leather finger gloves and were decorated with metallic purple nail polish. Her brunette hair was slicked back on either side of her head, with the top spiked up and forward in a punkish fauxhawk. Her face was twisted into a cruel sneer and decorated with violet lipstick and glittery eyeliner while a spiked leather collar encircled her elegant neck. Behind her, the villainous Pearl Fox pressed herself into her new companion and wrapped her silken arms around her, her chin resting on her lover’s shoulder as she beamed.
“Violet!” blurted Butter, “What have they done to you?!”
With a spiteful harrumph, the good doctor’s convert glared down on her former teammate. “They’ve set me free Butter! This is who I am- not who the Institute tells me to be! Your delusions seem so pathetic now it’s laughable! But I’ve seen the light, Butter- and thanks to Vanessa, I’ll live my life on my own terms from now on- I’m going to stop repressing all my anger and finally put it where it belongs - as Violent Fox!
Silver Fox stood rigidly at attention, her snow white locks tumbling down her shoulders, her face denoting only the merest shadow of emotion with the slight furrowing of her brow. Her blue eyes now tinted lavender, her vacant thousand-yard stare gazed beyond Butterscotch Fox at nothing in particular. The sleek, crystal shell which enveloped her statuesque body reflected the harsh light in glittering pink. Her full, pouted lips quivered as she struggled to eke the smallest whisper. “B-butter…no…g-get out…they…they’re going to…” Before she could finish, Silver’s eyes widened and a pained expression spread across her face. “She…she’s eating…me…!”
A soft chuckle escaped the lips of Jade Fox as she stepped in beside her new lover and looped her arm around the brilliant crystal arm of her counterpart. “It won’t be long now, Butter!” the Asian villainess grinned as she slid a finger down the exposed skin of Silver’s clavicle, “There’s barely anything left of your great hero, and within the hour she’ll be in her death throws as PLASMA devours the last of her consciousness!”
Distraught and horrified by the ultimate fate of her friends, Butter’s anguish raged within her until her emotion came spewing out her mouth. Swirling back around to Vanessa, the heroine looked pleadingly into the Englishwoman’s pitiless eyes. “You monster!” she cried, “How could you?!”
“Because it had to be done” came Vanessa’s retort like the crack of a whip. “With all the injustice in the world, you and your kind have the power to put society back on track- but you don’t. Instead, you let the rich and powerful mollify you with creature comforts and lie on your backs with your twats in the air! You self-absorbed little trollops are admired as role models…heroes! Teenagers stick their fingers down their throats wishing they could look like you! Well no more, Butter! No more fame, no more decadence, no more propagating a broken system! It’s time to finally set the world straight! Everyone will learn what kind of worthless slut you are…starting with you!
With a grin and a turn of her head, Vanessa nodded in the direction of her partners in crime, and Silver Fox intuitively advanced on Butter. Her crystalline heels clinking against the steel floor, Silver’s autonomic strides brought her within arm’s reach before the young blonde could think to act. Grabbing Butter by either arm, Silver hurled her teammate towards the steel pedestal in the centre of the room, the small of her back colliding with the cold metallic slab with enough force to break a normal woman in half. Pain shooting through her spine, Butter’s legs wobbled beneath her, her hands gripping the edge of the pedestal for dear life.
The sharp features of her face betraying her supreme satisfaction, Vanessa Payne crossed her arms as she looked triumphantly down on the staggered heroine. “The time has come for your ignominious end, my dear Butterscotch Fox – but before you go, you will come to realize the depths of your depravity! We’ll shatter what’s left of your pride and found our new age in the ruins of your name!” As Vanessa placed a hand on the jeweled shoulder of her living automaton, the Doctor’s creation began to stir, and from the loins of Silver Fox formed a long smooth shaft, hardening into a glittering pink crystal cock.
Shocked and appalled at the bewildering sight, Butter shook her head in disbelief as her lips mouthed silent objections. In a flash Silver was upon her, her powerful arm rearing back before delivering a thunderous backhand to the golden-haired Fox. Silver had been the most powerful Fox in the history of the Institute even before Vanessa’s tinkering, but with PLASMA augmenting her physiology, her strength was now unparalleled. This fact was not lost on Butter, for she who had fought with mutants and monsters and hulking alien warlords, could not recall ever being hit so hard as when that glittering pink hand came crashing down on her face– it was like being slapped with a diamond.
The blow sent Butter’s entire world spinning as she very nearly blacked out. Her legs giving way beneath her, she sank down to her knees before her assailant, trying desperately to keep her lolling head off the floor. Sharp pain stabbed at her scalp as Silver grabbed a handful of golden hair and yanked Butter up to a kneeling position. Still reeling and dizzy from the blow, Butter’s arms hung lifelessly at her sides as her eyes struggled to focus until finally she beheld the crystal phallus fully erect and pointed menacingly towards her.
“No!” started the young blonde “No Don-“
Without warning, Silver sharply tugged the heroine’s hair and silenced her as she drove her member into Butter’s unwilling mouth. The smooth hard shaft glided past Butter’s lips and across her tongue, the electric tingle filling her mouth as the bulbous head forced itself to the back of her throat. Deepthroating all ten inches of Silver’s new organ, Butter gagged as her former teammate gripped her hair with both hands to rock the heroine’s head back and forth as she pumped the warm wet hole on Butter’s face.
Silver Fox - the last of her consciousness ebbing away - could barely perceive what she was doing, but what little she did tormented her fractured mind. She was certain that there was something terrible about what she was doing, but she could not understand what it was. The sensation she was experiencing could only be described as pleasure, but something kept insisting that it was wrong somehow. What was it that she objected to? This action certainly filled PLASMAs body with great satisfaction. It was PLASMAs body, wasn’t it? It had always been. She had thoroughly enjoyed this vessel but her time was up. She pleaded very hard to stay, but PLASMA was insistent she go. Oh well…perhaps she should stop putting up such a fight and just let go…
Gag reflex in full effect, Butter’s eyes started to water and her mascara began to run down her face, long black streaks painting her cheeks as drool dribbled from the corner of her mouth. Stunned by the sheer force of Silver’s unrelenting thrusts, Butter’s hands reached up and grabbed onto Silver’s ass for dear life, her dirty cracked nails digging into her maligned friend’s toned buttocks without the slightest notice. Just then, through the furious molestation Butter noticed something stir in the loins of her assailant. A slight quivering of the glittering penis grew into a tremble, and then into a quake, and suddenly Silver arched her back and thrust her breasts outward as her head craned towards the sky and her eyes rolled upwards. A low moan escaped Silver’s full pink lips as she audaciously ejaculated into Butter’s mouth. Appalled as Butter was by this repulsive act, she was quickly overcome as the bulging head of Silver’s cock spewed forth her body’s essence relentlessly, causing the blonde heroine to choke, gag, and ultimately swallow.
Exhaling with an audible gasp, Silver pulled herself out of Butter’s mouth as she yanked back on the heroine’s golden hair, the back of her head slamming viciously into the steel pedestal. Coughing, retching, Butter slumped against the cold hard metal and held her head in her hands as she struggled to collect her thoughts. Her respite however would prove short-lived as Silver Fox, flushed and panting grabbed the young blonde by the throat, jerking her to her feet, and slamming her back onto the flat surface of the pedestal.
Dazed and confused, Butter could offer no opposition as Vanessa’s clockwork Fox readied her phallus at the mouth of the heroine’s womanhood, the swollen member sliding into her lower lips. Feeble attempts at protest were quickly supressed as Silver Fox ended Butter’s pleas with a quick firm push. Jeweled hands clamped down on Butter’s wrists and pinned them to the slab, her back arching involuntarily as the diamond-hard cock plunged inside of her. Waves of pleasure overtook Butter’s body as the piston-like thrusts hastened, her outrage forgotten as ecstasy overtook her. Her heart racing and her mouth watering, Butter squirmed in Silver’s iron grip, so desperate was she to squeeze her breasts and twist her hardening nipples that she whimpered at the denial. There was no intimacy in this deed, no communion. Silver – or rather, PLASMA – bore no love for Butterscotch Fox. This act was an abomination; a greedy and malicious assault. To her shame however, this weighed little on Butterscotch Fox. Despite the evil of this violation - in the here and now, her virtue and her ideals accounted for nothing. All that mattered was how it felt between her legs.
PLASMAs hurried strokes became more desperate as she chased the climax building within her. She released Butter’s hands only to grab her legs and lift them straight up, the heroine’s calves resting on her pink shoulders as her hands gripped Butter’s taut thighs. Her hips pumping furiously, PLASMA clutched her captive’s silky legs tightly as she drove herself into Butter’s blonde pussy, pulling her victim closer with each thrust. Butter’s hands clutched the sides of her head, her arms closing around her face as she moaned uncontrollably, her gorgeous body curled back in ecstasy as PLASMA manipulated her body chemistry, keeping her floating near orgasm, but denying her release.
Unable to deny her pleasure a moment longer, PLASMA raised her eyes skyward and bared her teeth in a growl as she climaxed, her powerful body shuddered and clasped Butter possessively as she came inside her. Her breath quickened and her skin glistening with perspiration, PLASMA pulled herself out of Butter and stood tall before her; hands balled into fists, her bountiful breasts heaving as she panted hungrily. There she stood triumphantly, casting a tall shadow over the fallen Butterscotch Fox as her creator gazed at her in awe, stricken by an overwhelming sense of pride at the magnificence of her greatest weapon…her living rape machine.
            Shaken and weary from her ravaging, Butter struggled to pick herself up off the slab, her arms aching from the exertion. Wincing at the pain that riddled her body, she began to slowly sit up – but before she could fully right herself, a glittering hand angrily clutched her throat. Fearful of what further horrors were yet to come, Butter pitifully beat at the pink crystal arm with what little strength she could muster.
            “No!” she croaked, “No more! What more can you-”
            Her plea however, would not be entertained as PLASMA picked her up off her seat and threw her back down to the slab on her front, her firm round ass protruding as she now bent over the side. Butterscotch Fox quickly discerned her former friend’s intentions as she looked back to spy a crystal hand clutching one buttock, with her ten inch cock fast approaching.
            “No!” begged the defeated young blonde with terror in her eyes, her arm struggling in vain to push her rapist away “No please, not that! It’s too big, I…I can’t take-“
            Her appeal would again go unheeded, as PLASMA slowly pushed the head of her phallus into the heroine’s anus and once achieved, a quick sharp push drove the shaft in up to its hilt. A pained gasp escaped Butter’s lips as she covered her face with her hands, her shame too great to meet the eyes of her spectators as PLASMA took her from behind.
It can’t be true! She thought to herself - They’re wrong about me- they’re WRONG!
            Despite Butter’s noble deeds and righteous image, there were always those who whispered behind her back, slandering her and questioning her virtue…whore they called her. No matter how hard she tried, that stain on her reputation seemed inescapable. “Whore” – the word always stung, striking at the deepest part of her heart no matter what she told herself. Now however, her virtue was furthest from her mind. For as vile an experience as this was, she could not deny the rapture building within her.
            PLASMA’s glittering member continued to force its way into Butter like some violent intruder as the rhythmic *slap* of thighs on ass echoed in the shadowy chamber, the former heroine ravenously fucking the young blonde as if to satiate some desperate hunger – as if her life depended on it. And indeed in a way, it did. With every climax, every orgasm, Silver Fox’s resolve grew ever more diluted, while PLASMA’s grew more resolute. With dominion over this body now within her grasp, Silver seemed almost a distant memory, a half-remembered dream. This next climax, PLASMA knew, would be Silver’s last. This was the final push to become fully and truly alive, and in turn fucked Butter with feverish zeal as if each thrust were stabbing Silver Fox through the heart.
            The evil Foxes looked on at the exhibition, their black hearts feasting on Butter’s indignity, each of them touching themselves or embracing their significant other, the demonstration titillating them all in turn – all but Ebon Fox. The gothic telepath perched upon her antique stool with her eyes closed and the corners of her black lips curled up in a smile. While her contemporaries relished the moment, Ebon enjoyed all aspects of the event as she took a mental impression of each of those present. Every perspective of every participant was recorded so as to be infinitely replayed with perfect clarity – even that of Butterscotch Fox, which Ebon would come to find particularly delectable.
            Vanessa Payne stood jubilantly before the savage spectacle with her arms behind her, her hips pivoted to one side as she looked on gleefully at her foe’s downfall. PLASMA had done just as she instructed, exasperating Butter by keeping her teetering on the brink of orgasm. Seeing her now at wit’s end, Vanessa was satisfied to move on to the final phase of the plan. Strolling casually up the pedestal, the luxurious Brit leaned catlike over the edge of the steel, setting her elbows down and resting her chin in her hands. She smiled, bemused at Butter as the beleaguered heroine pounded her diminutive fists on the slab, squealing like the pig Vanessa took her for.
            “You brought this on yourself, Butter” chuckled the Englishwoman, “A lifetime of ignorance and sloth…did you really think it would last forever? No one gets something for nothing. So now, you’re going to give me something. You’re going to have to pay me, because if you don’t that sweet release you crave will never come!”
            “No!” cried Butter, terror-stricken to be so firmly in Vanessa’s clutches.
            “Yes, Butter! I want to see just how much you’re willing to pay to get off, and I think we’ll start with your precious Institute! I plan to infiltrate the Institute’s security network, and I want you to give me the access codes!”
            Butter’s soft features grimaced as her desperation grew, the torrent of passion crashing over her body, eroding her resolve as her appetite became insatiable.
            “Omega, Sigma, Seven, X, L, Nine!” the young blonde whimpered, defeated.
            “Lovely - but I could have broken the codes myself had Violet not supplied them already” gloated the evil genius. “Now…you’ve always been so proud of your faith – I think I’ll take that next. If you want to cum, renounce her - renounce you beloved Goddess!
            “I-I couldn’t!” sobbed the heroine “Please no…!”
            Vanessa was right; Butter had always taken great pride in her faith. The Goddess Deina had blessed her with great strength and forgave her her failings, but she – like all Monsduggian women – was subject to the same vulnerability. Their greatest power was also their greatest weakness; their magnificent bodies ruled them absolutely, and their inclinations took precedent over the desires of their minds…or their hearts.
            “I renounce Deina! I renounce her and all her works! Hideous bitch goddess! I renounce you, you filthy whore! PLEASE…!”
            “Not just yet” crowed Vanessa, supremely satisfied with such sport. You see, I was lonely the other night, so I had you sister Regan over for a little tea party. I must confess I was quite taken with her. See, I’ve always had a thing for redheads…why I’m positively smitten…I want her, Butter. Give her to me, and this will all end!
            “NO!” screamed the frantic heroine. “No please - ANYTHING but that! I beg you, Vanessa! Please don’t make me do this!”
            Butterscotch Fox had spent years rising through the ranks to become the most recognized and highly regarded agents of the Institute by facing down every foe imaginable. No matter the cost, she threw herself into her duty with passion, courage, and faith. Lust however, was proving more than a match for her better virtues. Waves of pleasure radiated within her, pulsing from the pit of her stomach and rising, climbing up her spine as it grew in intensity. Butter’s pillow lips quivered as electric fingers crept along the inside of her, tickling her supple flesh and stimulating her sensitive nipples. Farther and farther the sensation rose on into her head, her mind filled with dazzling colours, the sweet release of orgasm so close she could taste it on her tongue. Butterscotch Fox was a hero who with bravery and uncommon valour and had fought many fearsome evils - she was a champion of the innocent, who would go to any lengths, bear any burden to spare her beloved sister a gruesome fate…but in all her years, throughout all of her struggles, despite all those she had vanquished, she could never conquer herself.
            “TAKE HER!” Butter wailed, “TAKE MY SISTER, JUST LET ME CUM!”
            No sooner had Butter granted her appalling concession than she felt something detonate within her. Tremors of ecstasy ripped throughout her entire body as a burning heat smouldered from behind her face with such force that she felt as if the pleasure would burst out of her mouth. The feeling shook her to her very core as it shivered into every crevice of her body, her every fibre rejoicing as if each atom were having its own orgasm. The mind-bending rapture seemed almost to radiate off of her as Butter felt its thunderous power rise beyond the crown of her head. Overwhelmed by the most astounding climax of her entire existence, time appeared to slip away, and the young heroine’s vision faded to white as she could no longer see or taste, or hear – only from her gaping mouth and shuddering throat could she discern that she was screaming. Fumbling hands frantically clutched at her breasts, squeezing them desperately as if to seize the blissful explosion within them, catch it, hold it there and never let it go. And just when she believed that her body could take no more, the sensation rushed out of her as if expelled into a vacuum, leaving a gaping void behind. Vacated, Butter felt as if a hollow shell, and with nothing significant supporting her frame she collapsed, her hot face smacking the cold hard steel of the slab, empty and spent.
            PLASMA however was not yet satisfied, and continued ravaging the helpless blonde, her body flopping lifelessly as her assailant rammed into her ass. Sweat rolling down her goosepimpled flesh, PLASMA feverishly threw herself into her unconscious victim as she felt her own release building within her, her muscles tensing as she felt the moment near. Finally convinced the time was right, she abruptly pulled out of Butterscotch Fox and yanked the heroine by her golden hair, spinning her around and dragging her back down to kneel before her glittering cock. Her left hand holding Butter upright by her hair, her right began stroking the smooth shaft of her member, furiously beating off as she glared hungrily at the delicate features of the stunned young blonde. Finally, after a lifetime of anticipation, PLASMA felt the overwhelming ecstasy surge through her as a titanic orgasm wracked her body. The snow white locks of her hair tumbled over her shoulders as she reared her head back, her teeth bared fiercely as she triumphantly roared like some majestic lioness. Her delight cascading, the eruption within PLASMA could not be contained another moment, and the bulging head of her penis spewed forth its precious fluid, her hot juices spraying Butter in her gorgeous face with all the force of a fire hose.
            Her breasts heaving with laboured breath, PLASMA steadied herself as her right hand firmly clutched the steel pedestal, her left releasing its tuft of blonde hair, allowing Butter to pitch backwards and slump against the steel like a broken doll. Gasping, PLASMA brought a hand to her face as she supported herself against the slab - her back heaving as her body shook, drained from the exertion.
            “PLASMA?” prodded Jade, concern written in her deep black eyes. “PLASMA, are you alright? Is something wrong?”
            “No” said the crystalline woman, breathlessly “No I…I’m fine. It’s just…she’s gone – Silver. She’s gone…it’s just me now.” Raising her head up, she let her pink hand fall away to reveal tears streaming down her smiling face. “It’s me; PLASMA.”
            Adulation and praise were heaped upon the newborn villainess as the assembled Foxes rushed to her side, swooning over their new sister they embraced her. Overcome with pride, the new being’s delighted mother stood back and took in the heartwarming scene, allowing her girls their moment of felicitation before stepping into the fray. Parting her loyal Foxes, Vanessa hugged her “child”, overjoyed both that her creation was now fully alive, and that the world would no longer suffer the existence of Silver Fox.
            Warmly holding her creation’s face in her gloved hands, Vanessa smiled lovingly with teary eyes. “No” she said “Not ‘PLASMA’ – not anymore. You are not some experiment; you are a living breathing person, and you deserve your own name. From now on, you will be…Crystal. Crystal Fox!”
            The name was whispered and cooed affectionately by all those surrounding her, inciting another round of praise from the congregation. The celebration would be short lived however as one by one, the villains noticed Butterscotch Fox struggling to pull herself to her feet – so carried away were they by the festivities that they nearly forgot she was there. Scaling the steel pedestal, Butter leaned on the heavy structure, shakily propping herself up with her elbows on the slab. Trembling, she arduously raised her heavy head to behold Dr. Vanessa Payne looming over her, her latex-clad arms sternly crossed, her disciples flanking her on either side.
            “Please…” begged the fallen heroine, her eyes filled with shame “Please let Regan go…I-I’ll do anything you want – anything!”
            The sadistic Brit purred as her icy glare swept over her prey. Butterscotch Fox – the high and mighty superheroine - now groveled before her, and it was everything she hoped it would be. “Backpedalling already, are we? What did I tell you, silly girl? If you want something, you’re going to have to pay for it.”
            Fighting to stay erect, Butter furrowed her brow as she looked sheepishly up at the Englishwoman. “Anything…” she sighed, knowing full well that Vanessa would get her way with or without consent “Anything you want.”
            Pleased with her prisoner’s compliance, Vanessa slid her right hand into her jacket pocket and removed a small device in the style of a pistol. The handle and trigger were the same, but instead of a barrel the nose of the gun featured a short hypodermic needle, with a small vial of green fluid in place of the hammer.
     “Allow me to present my coup de grâce; a little something I call ‘Fox Bane.’ When administered to a Monsduggian, this serum will rewrite the patient’s genetic code, sterilizing the genes which give you superheoines your fantastic powers. One shot of this, and you’ll be as fragile as any mundane human being; no strength, no flight, no healing factor – and I assure you, it’s permanent, and irreversible. So here’s the bargain; you be my patient zero, and Regan goes scott free.” A grin splitting her face from ear to ear, Vanessa extended her hand, offering the injector gun to Butter. “So…what’s it going to be?”
            Painfully aware that it made little difference how she answered, Butter understood that Vanessa had this entire ordeal planned down to the last detail. The Doctor wanted her to take the serum, and so it would inevitably come to pass – there was no question any more. She would take the serum as surely as the sun rose in the east. Accepting the injector with her right hand, the defeated amazon grudgingly brought the tip on the needle to her left arm. With a gulp she pushed the syringe into her skin and pressed the trigger, emptying the vial into her bloodstream.
            Shock immediately took hold as Butter doubled over in agony, blinding pain stabbing her eyes as her muscles spasmed uncontrollably. Her skin burned as if on fire and her nervous system seized as if a lighting storm raged inside her. The beleaguered heroine’s mind rended as her DNA forcibly unzipped, pressure building in her head so tremendously that she feared it would explode. Her anguish at its apex, Butterscotch Fox slipped into blackness, silently grateful for the mercy of a blackout.
            Head spinning, muscles aching, Butter awoke face down on the floor unforgiving steel floor, her veins feeling like they just received a transfusion of diesel. Shuddering fiercely, her body felt chilled to the bone, as if some brilliant flame within her were extinguished. With great effort, she managed to slide one arm under her, her head lolling off the floor. One by one her senses slowly returned to her, her vision blurred, her touch numbed. Her hearing as well proved muted, but still functioned well enough to register a gruesome sound; laughter. Rolling her head she looked up to spy the collected villains still towering above her. She must have been out for only moments, although it could easily have been hours. Gingerly propping herself up to her elbows, Butter flinched at the wicked sport her enemies made of her. She had long been accustomed to the praise and affection of her peers, and despite the occasional petty jealousies, was not used to open mockery.
            “Stop…” pleaded Butter, her matted hair obscuring her face, green eyes red from tears. “Please stop…stop it!” Her pleas seemed only to embolden the Evil Foxes as their laughter grew into a howl that echoed through the cavernous chamber. “Stop LAUGHING at me!” she wailed amid their mirth. Sobbing, Butter looked around at the spiteful faces, looking desperately for any measure of sympathy, but finding none. However, from among that pack of cackling hyenas Butter glimpsed a lone figure standing at the rear, apart from the rest. There, draped in the familiar red velvet cloak stood the faceless figure who had observed her in the weakest moments. At her wit’s end, Butter’s mind harkened back to something Vanessa had said to her over the course of her ordeals. Something about an…employer. Yes – that was it; Vanessa’s employer. Bringing all her emotions to bear, Butter unloaded on the figure with all she could muster. “You!” she sobbed, “You did this to me! Who are you? What did I do to deserve this? How can you hate me so much?!”
            A girlish giggle escaped from beneath the hood as the figure stepped to the forefront. “Hate you?” came the reply in a familiar voice. The figure brought red-clad hands up to the velvet hood, pulling back the crimson shroud to allow a waterfall of fiery red hair to tumble down her shoulders. Baby-blue eyes glared jubilantly down at Butter, her proud angular features glowing in her moment of triumph. “Stacy darling, I’ve hated you since the day I was born…” grinned the woman through blood-red lips, “…dear sister!”
            “REGAN!” screamed Butter incredulously, “I…I don’t understand…!”
            A malicious smirk twisted the corners Regan’s sharp mouth, amused at her sister’s naiveté. “I guess that’s not too surprising, you never were that bright. You see Stacy, Vanessa never found me – I found her! Do you understand now? Has it sunken into that thick head of yours? I did this to you Stacy…I took your whole life away!”
            Just when Butter thought she had nothing left to lose, and that she could fall no further in life, the world kept showing her new depths for her to sink to. Her heart decimated, she lay on the floor speechless for long moments before she could manage to find the words. “But why?! Why would you do this?!”
            A dark scowl grew over Regan’s gorgeous face as it flushed beet red. “Why?!” she spat, “You have the gall to ask me that? How dare you, you little slut! Every ounce of pain in my life is because of you!” Seething with contempt, the beautiful redhead bared down on her sister with a lifetime of bitterness and rage. “Our father married a good woman, but couldn’t resist when your whore of a mother flew in out of the sky one day and spread her legs for him. His wife was six months pregnant with me when that Monsduggian slut dropped in out of the blue to drop you off at his doorstep. From that moment on, you were the apple of his eye and the centre of his universe. He wasn’t even there when I was born. Humiliated, my mother abandoned us – unable to bear the shame of raising another woman’s bastard! As time went on, Father made the most of you. He had always been an ambitious man, and having a Monsduggian daughter secured his standing with the Institute! You were his little princess - his golden goose, and you never had to lift a finger. Anyone who ever met you instantly fell head over heels for you. I on the other hand couldn’t get the time of day. No matter how many awards I won, no matter how many degrees I earned, no matter how many millions I made it was never enough. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be invisible, Stacy? Do you have any idea what it’s like to work twice as hard only to get noticed half as much? Do you have any idea what it’s like to find out that the boy you set your heart on only went out with you to get close to your sister?!”
            Agog at Regan’s revelation, Butter stuttered for words. “I…I’m sorry, Regan! I…I never knew!”
            “Of course not!” snapped her indignant sibling, “You’d have to think of someone besides yourself for five fucking seconds! Well it’s over, Stacy – it’s over! You’re done leeching off the world like a fucking parasite!
            “B-but sister!” sobbed Butter as she neared hysterics, Regan’s every word a dagger in her wounded heart, “I-I-I love you! I…always looked out for you! Everything I endured, all of this – this was for you! I tried to save you!”
            Expecting this appeal, Regan’s face turned as cold and hard as stone. “When Stacy? When did you try to save me? Was it when you gave me up? Was it when you wanted to cum so bad that you threw me under a bus? You don’t love me, Stacy – you love getting off. You love it so much you’d sacrifice your own family. You’re sick, Stacy – sick in the head! Sex has always been your drug of choice, and you sold me for a fix!
            Butter searched desperately for some excuse, some defence as tears streamed down her face – but she could find no justification for her deplorable weakness.
            Her heart feasting on her sister’s anguish, Regan allowed a satisfied grin to creep up her face. “You’re a waste of a life, Stacy. But you’re just a symptom of a larger problem, a problem we intend to rectify. From now on society will look up to real heroes, not a bunch of stupid, spoiled whores! You'll be recognised for the worthless trash you are, and your name will be spat as a curse! The people will forget you, sister, and a new breed of Foxes will take this world back from the pigs who think they own it! History will remember us, Stacy! They’ll remember me…” Casting her heavy cloak aside, Regan stood proudly as Butter beheld her sister clad in a form-fitting outfit of black and red latex adorned with a Fox symbol on her ample chest – a dark reflection of her own uniform. “They’ll remember Scarlet Fox!”
            Stunned, Butter looked up at her sister, no longer the wallflower she remembered. The former waif now boasted a strong, lean body, and full - her modest bust now generous, her hourglass figure a masterpiece of curves. As Butter’s mind raced to explain this startling transformation, the solution presented itself as Dr. Vanessa Payne took her place at Regan’s side, placing her hands affectionately on the Redhead’s shoulders.
            “I take it you’re impressed” gloated the evil genius, “I’m always proud of my work, but I believe this may be my masterpiece. You see, aside from a solid cloning template, your milk also facilitated an unprecedented transplant. Normally such a thing would be impossible, but being sisters your genomes were just similar enough for me to graft your powers onto her.”
            “The pain was excruciating” hissed Regan, “But to hurt you like this, Stacy, I’d move mountains!”
            “And so the world is set to rights” chimed Vanessa, “The heroic Scarlet Fox becomes a media darling when she brings her own murderous sister to justice. She inherits your fame and adulation, and you become a national disgrace!”
            “Face it, Stacy” crowed Regan “I’m the hero of this story…” A smile split her face as she turned her attention to Vanessa, the redhead slipping her arm around the Englishwoman’s waist, eyeing her hungrily. “…I even got the girl!” Bringing Vanessa’s mouth to hers, the two women embraced passionately, their hands caressing the other’s beautiful body as their tongues massaged each other lustfully.
            Her very soul shattered by the image, Butter erupted into an inhuman shriek as she looked upon her own beloved sister in the arms of the monster who had made her last few weeks a living nightmare. Burying her head in her arms, Butter wept as she lay on the grated floor still wet and sticky from her lovemaking. They had made a ruin of her life and gleefully rubbed her face in the ashes. She had lost everything that made her life worth living – and what good was life when everything else was taken away? Her back heaving, she struggled to pick her head up and beseech her tormentors for mercy.
            “Finish it…” She begged, sobbing “Finish it…just kill me!”
            “Kill you?” chuckled Regan, pulling herself away from her English lover, “Whoever said we were going to kill you? No no, sister dear – you’re not getting off that easily. No, Stacy. You will suffer, as I have suffered. But I am not without mercy, so there will be a place for you in our new world – and it will be at the very bottom rung of the ladder!”
            A sharp pain stabbed at Butter’s scalp as Crystal Fox yanked the heroine off the floor by her hair, lifting her up and dumping her on the steel slab of the pedestal. Laying there on her back, Butter anxiously looked around at the faces smiling maliciously at her. What more could they take from her? She wondered. How could they drag her any lower? Accordingly, Ebon Fox slinked her way to the forefront of the group, the empty husk of American Fox crawling loyally behind at the end of her chain.
            “You see Butter; we set out to destroy your entire life. We’ve already taken your present and your future, and now finally we’ll take your past! We knew that no matter what deep dank hole we threw you into, you’d still cling to the idea that you’re worth a damn – and that’s something we just couldn’t allow. So instead, dear little Ebon will rewrite your entire life – filling your head with abuse and neglect. You’ll finally have the life you should’ve had…the life you deserve. But don’t worry - we’ll leave a little piece of you that still remembers. Brick by brick she’ll wall you up in the back of your mind so that you see and hear and feel everything, but be unable to lift a finger to stop it…just conscious enough to perceive the bars of your cage. And when she’s done, we’ll drop you off in some cesspool to live out your life in misery – we’ve already got a family set up for you in Arkansas. And there you’ll stay, forever beating your fists against the inside of your skull – screaming to get out!“
            Supremely satisfied, Regan stepped back, curled up to Vanessa, and waited with baited breath for the show to commence. Taking her cue, Ebon descended upon Butter, the heroine trying feebly to push back the gothic villainess as she cradled her in her pale arms. Her dark figure blotted out the heavy overhead lights and stared deeply into Butters eyes as she spoke in a sweet melodious voice.
            “Your mother was a junkie who got knocked up by her dealer. No sooner did she pop you out, than she dropped you with her deadbeat brother and fucked off to Las Vegas where she promptly OD’d in the back of a porno theatre.”
            “No!” refuted Butter, Ebon’s voice reverberating inside her skull, “That’s not true!”
            “Your uncle resented being stuck with the responsibility, and told you that you were stupid and worthless, and you believed him. When you were nineteen your uncle married a woman named Gina, who had just gone from being ‘good-looking’ to ‘looking good for her age.’ She was always drunk and jealous of your youth and beauty – and she wouldn’t keep her hands to herself.”
            “No! Stop it!” Butter screamed as she began to literally lose herself in Ebon’s deep green eyes “Stop! Somebody help me!”
            “At twenty-one you’d had enough, and grabbed a bus to Los Angeles with only the clothes on your back. At the bus station you met a nice man named Tyler who bought you lunch and told you that you could stay with him until you got on your feet. He took you to his apartment where three other girls slept on a dirty mattress on the floor.”
            “Please, Regan – don’t hurt me like this!” Butter cried, feeling Ebon’s lies become the truth. “Don’t send me away!”
            “Tyler was a drug dealer – and one day the police raided his apartment while you were cutting his cocaine. You got sent up for three years in a maximum security prison where iron-pumping diesel dykes passed your ass around like currency. When you finally got out, you had no money and no place to go, so you went down on every trucker this side of the Mississippi in order to hitch-hike your way back to that hellhole you ran away from. Back to the uncle that put his cigarettes out on you, and the aunt whose kisses taste like stale beer – because ‘better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.’”
            “Liar…!” moaned Butter, her resolve fading as she felt Ebon’s fingers creep into her mind. “That’s a lie…”
            “And there you’ll stay, because you’ll never let the big bad world get you ever again. The walls of that shithole will be your prison, and in time it will be your tomb as decades from now when your face is withered and your tits sag down to your knees, you’ll die there – ugly, fat and alone!”
            The deed nearly done, Butter lay motionless in Ebon’s arms, the psychic’s haunting words sounding increasingly distant as the world around her seemed to slip farther and farther away. A thin pale finger brushed aside a lock of Butter’s blonde hair as the petite goth smiled warmly down on her subject.
            “Goodnight, Butterscotch Fox…” cooed Ebon as she leaned down to kiss her gently and sweetly with her black lips, “…Goodbye.”
            And with that, Butterscotch Fox closed her eyes for the last time.

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            The evening was humid, and the air was filled with echoes of the bustling nightlife of Rio de Janeiro. A French window stood ajar, allowing a hot breeze to blow through the hotel suite while pouring moonlight over the rumpled clothes strewn across the floor. The luxurious bed was dressed with exquisite red satin sheets (now disheveled) beneath which laid the two architects of the Institute’s demise; Regan - the newly minted Scarlet Fox - and Dr. Vanessa Payne.
            The two women lay curled towards each other, their brows touching, their faces inches apart. This was to be their night of celebration, but now as the two lovers lay in the afterglow, Vanessa could tell by Regan’s demeanor that something troubled her as the redhead refused to meet her eyes, her brow furrowing faintly.
            “What’s wrong my darling?” fussed the Englishwoman, her bare hand on Regan’s cheek.
            “My whole life I’ve been so angry” said Regan wistfully. “Getting even with that selfish bitch was my reason for being, and now with that finished I don’t know what to do. There’s this large part of my life that was filled with nothing but hatred, and now…now there’s just this empty hole inside me. Even with her gone, nothing will ever undo what she did.” Regan’s face soured as she felt bitter tears well up in her eyes. “I hate her!” she said ruefully as she spun away from Vanessa to rage at the darkness. “I hate her so much!”
            Placing a hand on her paramour’s shoulder, Vanessa tenderly rolled Regan back to face her, wrapping her arms around her body and soothingly running a slim hand over her fiery hair. “Regan” she said. “What you’ve done today is going to change the world. A lesser woman would have been greedy and killed her sister in cold blood just to satisfy her own vendetta. You rose above all of that and made a difference because you were big enough to love a world that didn’t love you back. Because of you, no little girl will ever again grow up wishing she were pretty instead of smart. You are the strongest, bravest, cleverest most beautiful woman I have ever known…” Looking into Regan’s cool blue eyes, Vanessa peered deeply into her partner’s soul, and heard herself say the words “I love you.”
            The two women lay in silence for what seemed like an eternity as those three little words hung in the air. Vanessa had not meant to say what she did, but swept up in the moment, they just fell out. Not moving a muscle, not even breathing, Vanessa wished with all her heart that she could pluck those words out of the air and put them back in her mouth – but the deed was done.
            What attracted Regan to the brilliant Englishwoman was the fact that they shared the same pain. They were both of them jaded, their idealism crushed by a world that had hurt them too many times. And for this reason, Regan knew just how much it took for Vanessa to say those words.
            “I…I love you” whispered Regan, her voice trembling with emotion. “I love you.”
            Vanessa and Regan’s eager mouths found each other as a wellspring erupted within the two women, sending tears flowing freely down their cheeks. Their hearts beat in unison as their breasts pressed between them, the lovers holding each other tightly for fear that this dream would evaporate into the aether. And there, Scarlet Fox and Dr. Vanessa Payne entwined their bodies as passion took them both, their plans for the Institute and the new world order seeming worlds away, content in this moment to stay there forever – safe and warm and loved.
            Elsewhere, thousands of miles away, a shabby, run-down cabin sat at the end of a barren dirt road. Inside, amid the sticky heat of a muggy Arkansas night, a sad young woman dreamed fitfully in her baby tee and booty shorts, having cried herself to sleep beneath the fetid covers of her grimy cot. Certain her aunt Gina would visit her room tonight, she retired early, hoping as she always did that finding her asleep, Gina might leave her be. Subdued in her restless sleep, she did not hear the rusty doorknob squeak as it turned, nor did she see the obscurely feminine shadow in the doorway. Not until she felt the leathery skin of wrinkled fingers creep across her body did she become aware. And somewhere, hidden inside that girl’s pretty blonde head, somewhere deep within the labyrinth of her mind, Butterscotch Fox was screaming.

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