It came like a bolt from the blue. Literally. Kara was flying, it was a clear sky, then bam, lightning bolt. She wasn't even sure she could be struck by lightning—whoever heard of it hitting a moving target?—by suddenly she was pinwheeling down, ricocheting between two buildings to land face down in an alley like the first scene in an episode of CSI. Groaning, she hoisted herself up to find Livewire facing her.
As usual, she was dressed like she was going to fuck the band. A sleeveless black top with a lightning bolt pattern burned through the fabric from the point of the V-neck collar all the way to about her solar plexus. Slackening her shirt so it hung off the sides of her breasts. When she lit up, her pale skin glowed blue through the logo, as well as in the patches of belly where her shirt rode up over her leather pants. Combat boots, too. God, she was a supervillain already, couldn't she quit it with the grunge yet?
"Now I've got it!" Livewire shouted, since like all supervillains she felt the need to vent at Supergirl before they fought like she was their therapist. "Now I know the score! I don't need to bother with Cat, because you're the one who did this to me! Made me a freak because I called you a sexless dyke!"
"Okay, that right there is known as a contradiction in terms!" Supergirl pointed out. "I think..." Hadn't she heard 'asexual lesbianism' was a thing on Tumblr? Oh well, everything was a thing on Tumblr...
"Must've struck a nerve!" Livewire gloated, like she'd already won—so annoying. "I had a lot of time to think in that Super-Gitmo you stuck me in! You probably couldn't deal with how bad you wanted to bone me, so you had to make me a filthy metahumans so you had an excuse to grab me and rub up against me like a hooker!"
"That is not even a little true!" Supergirl shouted. She felt herself blush and hated it. "And I am not sexless! And there's nothing wrong with being a dy—a lesbian!"
"You'd know!"
"Not from experience!" Supergirl argued. "From... being a good person! I'm not Amish either; they still seem nice!"
"'Not Amish'. I guess it's a start. Let's see just how not sexless you are, Superslut!"
Kara winced. There was a nickname she hoped didn't catch on.
Livewire lunged at her, blinking into electricity to tackle Kara before becoming hard, tangible flesh, knocking Kara back to the ground. Kara went "oof!" and felt the hard, grizzled asphalt rush up to meet her, digging into her back as Livewire mounted her. Kara threw an elbow, knocking Livewire off her and into the wall, but they were underneath the distribution transformer on a powerline.
Instantly, Livewire bolted back onto her feet next to Kara, kicking her with thousands of joules of electricity directly into her ribs. Kara cried out, summoning her heatvision for an attack on the transformer—less electricity, less ways for Livewire to hurt her, right?—but Livewire dropped down on top of her, straddling her again.
"You're mine, you little cunt," Livewire said and groped Kara through her thick red skirt, grinding the heel of her hand into Kara's sex like a mortar and pestle, the heated pulse of her power penetrating deep into Kara.
Instantly Kara screamed, arching her back, writhing her shoulders against the pavement underneath her. She could feel the electricity pushing into her nipples and core, the amperage raising goosebumps on her invulnerable flesh. It hurt—but it didn't hurt as much as it felt good.
Livewire was silent for once, watching like a hawk as Kara shuddered against her hold. She could feel a little backwash, taste all that power in Supergirl just vibrating from her. She pulled Kara's firm thigh up between her legs, crushing it against herself. She could feel her clit starting to ache as it felt the energy washing through Supergirl's body—a thousand feathers gently tickling her everywhere she was sensitive. Supergirl: her own personal vibrator.
Kara spasmed against Livewire's bodily pressure on her, trying to raise her fists, but Livewire caught her wrists and forced them above Kara's head, into her splayed out hair getting grimy against the damp pavement. Then Livewire jammed her thigh into Kara's skirt, her cunt, everything tight, compressed, the feeling almost intangible when it was that of her panties and skirt touching her more than someone else's skin. It was like all her pleasure was coming from nowhere; like her body had just decided to moisten, like her cunt had gotten wet on its own... adding to the conductivity of her body.
Dots of perspiration formed on her forehead. She felt wet, hot, her cunt boiling, her nipples—her whole suit felt sweaty, constricting, all of her body being encased in its tightening touch... she moaned, pressing one cheek against the cool ground, gasping for air. It didn't feel bad. Why didn't it feel bad?
"Doing to me..." Kara panted. "What are you doing to me?"
"Seeing if you're a dyke," Livewire laughed. "And if you're not—I'm gonna make you one!"
More voltage. The initial charge had just been the overture, the foreplay. Now Kara really felt it, bone-deep like she was ground zero at an explosion, the heat and the pressure and the concussion all pushing in on her, but this wasn't outside, it was in. Livewire was slipping it between her ribs, she was injecting it into her, and the point of entry was her cunt. Her wet, wet cunt.
Kara sucked in another deep breath, her shoulders rubbing steadily against her cape—she could hear it ripping on the pavement, feel the asphalt being dug up by her shoulder blades. Her eyes were glazed and wide, focusing on Livewire's face just above hers—the wild hyena madness in her eyes, the grinning sexual fervor, the electric blue blush in her pallid cheeks as she grew more and more aroused. She was getting Livewire off, Great Rao, Kara was getting Livewire off.
