Azure Fox 01

Fiend in the shadow.

It was one of those alleyways that seemed to attract trouble like moths to a flame. Dim, reeking of old trash and cigarette ash, echoing with the nervous scuffle of worn shoes and occasional cries for help.

Azure Fox dropped down from the fire escape with a smooth, practiced grace, the shadow of her body slicing through the moonlight as she landed behind the muggers. Her white boots hit the concrete with a sharp THUD--loud enough to make the two thugs turn mid-threat.

She stood tall, arms crossed, the sleek blue sheen of her costume catching the light. Unfortunately, the very tight costume also decided to make an entrance of its own--riding up along her shapely ass in a way that made her wince internally. And thanks to the suit's low cut between her large double D breasts, the chilly night air wasn't exactly being shy.

But Azure Fox didn't flinch. She smirked.

"Let her go," she said, her voice dry with sass, "unless you two want to spend the next hour coming to terms with having your ass's kicked by a girl."

The one with the switchblade stepped forward. Big mistake.

"You're that Fox girl, right?" he sneered. "The one who plays dress-up?"

She was already moving before he finished the insult. Her leg came up in a sweeping arc--CRACK!--and the knife clattered to the ground as he stumbled backward, clutching his wrist and groaning.

The second thug charged her, fists up. She ducked low, her body twisting perfectly despite the very real wedge situation happening behind her. Her bodysuit clung tighter than she liked--especially across her backside--but she rolled through it, coming up behind him and driving her palm into the base of his neck. He dropped like dead weight.

Panting, the woman who had nearly been mugged stared at her in shock. "Th-that was amazing! Are you okay?"

Azure Fox exhaled, tugging subtly at the back of her suit. "Oh, I'm fine," she muttered. "Suit's trying to give me a personal flossing, but I'm good."

The woman's eyes drifted, and Fox noticed--yeah, the neckline had shifted again, showing off more cleavage than usual.

She straightened her shoulders with a huff, flicked her white-and-blue ponytail over one shoulder, and gave the woman a wink. "All part of the look. City's safer now--tell your friends."

And with that, she used a grappling hook launching herself back up to the rooftops, cheeks flushed not from effort, but from the stubborn sass of her outfit. Time to pay her seamstress a visit.

SALEEN'S APARTMENT BUILDING.

Saleen had just sat down with a mug of coffee and a notebook full of sketch ideas for costumes when the apartment's window creaked open with the soft groan of a practiced intruder. She didn't even flinch.

"Y'know," she called over her shoulder, "most people use the door."

"I'm not most people," came the familiar voice, followed by a white-haired blur flipping gracefully through the window. Haley landed with a dramatic pose, one gloved hand on her hip. "Also, this thing is acting up again, so... yeah. Emergency."

Saleen raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess--seam drama?"

Haley flopped down on the couch and kicked her boots off with a grunt. "It's a nightmare. The suit's riding higher than my hopes after two Monsters and a motivational playlist. I need a patch-up.

Saleen smirked. "A patch-up, huh?" She stood, set her coffee aside, and sauntered over, eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the details of the suit. "Well, well. Looks like it's doing its job just fine. Sturdy stitching, flawless color blend, form-fitting in all the right ways..."

Haley groaned dramatically. "Saleeeen. You know what I mean."

"Mhm," Saleen said, circling around behind her. She tugged playfully on the edge of the suit near Haley's lower back, just enough to make her yelp and blush. "Oh look. Still plenty of give. Maybe it's your butt that's changing, not my sewing."

Haley covered her face. "You are the worst."

"I agree to your totally innocent request for adjustments," Saleen said, already grabbing her sewing kit with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I make no promises about reducing the sass levels of this suit. You are the Azure Fox, after all."

Haley peeked out from between her fingers, grinning despite herself. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't make it more wedgie on purpose this time."

"I make no promises," Saleen said, winking. "But first you know what you owe me if you want me to update this thing. Strip."

Katie blushes and peeled the costume off starting from the top. Her costume peeled down her shoulders and arms until eventually going low enough that her breasts spilled out like large soft bags. "Every damn time I come here."

"Oh hush you like it. Now hand it over so I can work on it. I expect you to work as long as I do." Saleen ordered while taking the blue head of costume from Katie.

The vigilante laid back on the couch and began to grope herself making a show of it for her girlfriend while still wearing her mask. "You're evil you know that?" she moaned out before biting her bottom lip.

"It's not my fault you're completely naked right now. If you wore a thong like I suggested, maybe your cute kitty wouldn't be on display right now." Saleen leaned over the suit at her table and began making her adjustments.

A couple hours later

Saleen finally finished with the costume and laid it on the table before shifting her gaze back to her personal super toy. "How are you feeling?" she asked with a sarcastic grin.

Katie's breasts had been kneaded for a while now and it caused her nipples to harden along with getting her wet from the excitement of being watched in nothing but her mask and boots. "I feel sooo fantastic..."

"Good, keep that up and I'll be back." The wicked seamstress had left Katie there to marinate in her humiliation until she eventually came back with a white strap-on snuggly fixed around her waist. She walked towards Katie--hips swaying as she did until she stopped between the girls legs.

The vigilante looked at the toy that was being pushed inside of her and then up to Saleen with a curled whimpering bottom lip. "You brought out that beast?" she asked until she grunted from being stuffed with the large phallus.

Two nimble fingers pressed into Katie's mouth which caused the girl to drool while looking up to Saleen and moaning. The room was filled with wet plopping noises and Saleen hadn't said a word. She let her actions speak for her while picket up the pace with fucking her girl with the occasional breast slap so that she knew who was in charge.

"Mmmm omm omm... Shameeem..." Katie moaned and slobbered while trying to speak with fingers in her mouth and a cock in her pussy before Saleen decided that her girlfriend was talking too much and began to be a bit more harsh with the oral fingering.

Eventually the stimulation caught up with Katie and she gushed all over Saleens fake cock leaving a wet mess on her inner thighs and on the floor as her juices dribbled between the two down below. Saleen withdrew her cock and fingers, wiping her cock on the heroine's thigh and her fingers on her Katies breasts.

Saleen pulled and shimmied the strap off of her hips and walked towards her bedroom to grab some sleep. "Costume is on the table. Make sure you be safe out there."

The room went silent as the bedroom door closed and Katie took a few moments to collect herself before finally standing back up to see what a mess she was. "Everytime... god she's so..sooo...." she said before wiggling back into her skintight costume that seemed to now be much tighter in the back to the point it was much more than a wedgie. The costume now just seemed like a second skin and her ass was now just blue and free to jiggle and bounce freely. She slipped back out onto the rooftop ready to once again keep her city safe.

She stood, stretching just enough to feel the snug pull across her back. "Thanks a lot, Saleen," she muttered, rolling her shoulders. "I said fix it, not tailor it for a magazine cover."

A sudden noise down the block caught her attention. A crash. A voice. The telltale screech of a terrified thug realizing they picked the wrong night to mug someone.

Azure Fox grinned, her white hair flickering in the moonlight.

"Showtime."

With one swift leap, she launched herself across the rooftop gap, the tight suit whispering with every graceful movement. No cape. No cape ever. Just pure, aerodynamic sass.

Wedgie or no wedgie, she was still the city's sneakiest, sassiest shadow.

And if she ran into any trouble tonight?

Well, someone was getting dropkicked in the jaw with maximum style.

ELSEWHERE.

The moonlight trickled through the domed skylight of the Hoshi City Museum, shimmering on the glass display cases below. Alarms had been silenced, cameras looped, and the guards? Well--at least one of them was still conscious... barely.

He squirmed against the ropes binding his arms and legs, his chair tipped just enough to rattle each time he shifted. A strip of duct tape dangled from the floor beside him, having lost its battle to silence him five minutes ago.

Across the room, standing beside a half-looted display of rare gemstones, was her.

Thistle Wolf.

Clad in purple spandex that shimmered like moonlight on velvet, she was effortlessly elegant and maddeningly smug. A coil of her signature whip hung at her hip like a lazy threat. She twisted one of the museum's prize emeralds between her fingers, admiring it.

"You won't get away with this," the security guard growled.

"Oh darling, that's what they all say." She didn't look at him--just tilted her head as she considered whether the ruby necklace would clash with her current look.

"No, seriously. There's someone new in town. Heard it from one of the other guards." He strained against the ropes. "They're calling her the Azure Fox. Real pain in the ass for folks like you."

That finally got a glance.

A slow smile curling at her lips as she sauntered closer to the tied-up man, boots echoing on the marble floor. "Azure Fox?" she repeated, voice like silk dipped in mockery. "Let me guess... dramatic name, flashy costume, and a heart of justice?"

"She'll stop you," he muttered, though there wasn't much bite left in it.

"Mmm," Thistle Wolf purred, crouching to meet his eye level. "I do love when they send someone young and full of hope. They're always so bouncy. So bendy. So... humiliatable."

She stood and twirled her whip once for emphasis, letting it snap loosely beside her. "If she's as new as you say, I'm sure we'll become very well acquainted."

With that, she turned and walked back toward the emerald display, tossing the priceless green gem up and catching it mid-air like it was pocket change. "Besides," she added over her shoulder, "this city has had many heroes before. None have made me pack up my purple heels yet."

Giving a theatrical sigh, she strolled toward the open skylight she'd slinked in through. "No need to thank me for leaving you alive, darling."

She paused on the ledge, one leg outstretched behind her in an elegant stretch that was more habit than necessity. "If this little Fox wants to play hero..." She cast a glance back, yellow eyes gleaming. "Then let's give her something worth chasing."

And with a graceful leap, Thistle Wolf was gone into the night--leaving behind a ransacked display, a tied-up witness, and a lingering whisper of perfume and danger.

THE NEXT DAY -- LATE MORNING IN KATIE'S APARTMENT.

Click-clack. Click. Pause. Groan. Backspace.

Katie was knee-deep in a blog post and wearing exactly zero clothes save for her little blue lace thong that she found to be comfortable, her hair tied up messily, and one fuzzy slipper tragically missing in action.

She slouched over her laptop on the couch, half-wrapped in a throw blanket, one foot fluttering lazily in the air. The headline on the screen read:

"Who Is the Azure Fox? Hoshi City's New Hero or Another Hooded Hype?"

"Too dramatic," she muttered to herself, taking a sip from a chipped mug that said 'World's Best Ass.' that she received from Saleen. "Also--hooded? I don't even wear a damn hood."

She sighed and hit backspace again, then started typing:

Last night, sources say a mysterious new figure stopped a mugging in the alley behind 21st and Ewig. Eyewitnesses described the hero as fast, ferocious, and wearing a skin-tight blue outfit that may or may not be riding up her butt like a denim thong from hell.

She smirked at her own line, snorted, then kept going.

No one knows who she is, where she came from, or why she's apparently allergic to capes. But after a few lucky thugs got their teeth introduced to a brick wall, Hoshi's underbelly has a new name to fear: Azure Fox.

She tapped the "save draft" button and leaned back, stretching her arms up with a yawn. "I should charge this blog for emotional damage," she said aloud, glancing at the mirror across the room. Her blanket had slipped down one shoulder, revealing her naked breast and she blushed at the thought of going to Saleens apartment for another "Costume alteration."

She bit her lip, thinking. "...I mean, I could start slipping in a few selfies. Real subtle, y'know. 'Local blogger interviews the Azure Fox--exclusive photos inside!'" She giggled at herself, then quickly opened the photo app on her phone and tried a few angles. Nothing scandalous. Just enough to show off some collarbone and a mischievous smirk.

"God, if Saleen saw me doing this, she'd die. Or worse--offer lighting advice.... Superheroes still do bikini shoots right?"

Her smile softened. "Wonder if she's free later." Her face immediately flushed red.

She slammed the laptop closed and groaned into the couch pillow. "Nope. Not thinking about how she definitely screwed with my costume again or....how she'll screw me..heheh..."

Outside, Hoshi buzzed with activity--its villains scheming, its heroes posing, and its newest masked defender writing blogs wearing practically nothing, one post at a time.