Linda Lee Danvers burned into Earth's upper atmosphere, blazing with the fury of the Red Lanterns. It resonated deeply within her, bringing up well-buried slights and frustrations, so her anger was both internal and external. It needed expression. She needed to vent her rage and she anticipated the experience almost sensually, stoking her own bitterness as foreplay, hoping for something to give her a target for her fury and allow her to destroy it oh-so-enjoyably.
What she found waiting for her, in low-earth orbit, was Carol Ferris and Koriand'r. Both of them dressed much alike, Carol in her pink Star Sapphire garb, Kory in her purple armor, neither much more than straps of fabric, with thigh-high boots and clinging halters doing the bare minimum to hide their bodies.
Linda's ire stabbed at their perfect flesh—Kory curvy and voluptuous as a swimsuit model, while Carol was tall and athletic. Not that either of them were lacking in firm breasts or taut muscle. It was only a difference of degrees. Kory had teardrop-shaped F-cup breasts dominating her body, while Carol's double Ds were almost modest in comparison.
"Get out of my way!" Linda snarled. "Don't even talk to me or I'll rip you limb from limb!
And don't tell me to calm down!"
Kory smiled lovingly at her, of course. "Your passion does you credit, little one, but it'd be misspent if you went on a rampage. There are better ways to discharge all that excess energy."
"Like what?" Linda demanded, curious despite herself.
"Love," Carol purred, her own eyes glassy at the thought. "Even if you're angry, sometimes that can actually be more fun."
Kory nodded in agreement. "It can be rough, hard, fast, but the true satisfaction is after, when all that frenzy melts away and you're left knowing that your lover was willing to take all you have to give."
"I don't have a lover!" Linda roared. "You stupid bimbos—lecturing me with your big tits and fat asses, which you show off from every fucking angle--!"
"You're not so bad yourself," Kory quipped, looking Linda over. "I liked the skirt, but just having the leotard is fun too. A little like the opposite of wearing no panties under your skirt, isn't it? You have no skirt over your panties."
Carol licked her lips. "And she doesn't have a lover. Are you sure you're taking applications?"
"Perhaps it's the blood," Kory mused. "Men are uncomfortable with it when it's that particular time of month. When it's being vomited forth from the mouth at all times..."
"I said I don't have a man!" Linda bellowed again. "What are you talking about, 'taking applications'? Don't you think I want someone to love me?"
"That's why we're here," Kory cooed, floating closer. "To help."
Carol hovered an equal distance away from Linda, but at an angle, forming a triangle with Linda at the top. "You don't need a man, if that's proving an issue. There's other ways to relax yourself."
Linda smirked. They really thought she was a child, didn't they? And one of them a Teen Titan. "You mean fingering myself? Is that your big pitch?"
Kory and Carol looked at each other, eyebrows raised. It wasn't quite what they had in mind, but it proved Linda was on the right track.
"Yes, a girl can always do a little touching if she wants relief. But who says she has to touch herself? You say you don't have a man, but that doesn't mean you can't have a lover..."
"Fooling around with other girls?" Linda sneered, even more smug than before, as though Kory had suggested something still less useful than masturbation. "I have heard about that, you know."
Kory swam through the air, coming closer to her, so that the sight of her majestic breasts, her barely covered body, seemed to press itself into Linda's eyes. Even in her rage, Linda had a hard time looking away. "But have you tried it? Do you have enough anger to destroy and ravage, but not enough willingness to let another woman under your clothes?"
"Wouldn't you like to see under what we're wearing?" Carol chimed in. "We'd like to see what you look like without that new Red Lantern costume..."
Linda bit her lip. She was sure of it now... they were coming onto her. But not even their exotic beauty, their whorishly exposed flesh, could sate her enough to dissipate her rage. She was almost insulted they would try. A slow grin spread across her face at the thought of them trying to pacify her with a few pathetic kisses and fingers. "I bet you would!"
"Why not let us undress you some?" Kory asked. "Your legs are already mostly bare. You'll see how much better you feel when you let us see more."
"And touch more," Carol said. She floated behind Linda now, reaching out to run her fingertips over the back of Linda's thigh.
"Hey!" Linda cried, so surprised that she forgot to be angry about the intrusion.
"So much to touch already," Kory said, in front of Linda, reaching down to touch her strong, toned thigh. "Such long legs."
"Such creamy thighs," Carol purred.
"One for each of us..." Kory moaned.
