Authors Note:
This is my first story for Literotica. I already have several written but will see how this is received before submitting any more. This is fairly straightforward and contains no 'serious' content - rape, BDSM etc. and is just intended as a bit of fun. All characters are invented by me (although the situation is not) and this story is not for profit. All characters are over 20 years old.
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Part One
Deepsix is six and a half feet tall. Her skin is a light sky blue that remains the same shade even on the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet, somewhat lighter than the deep blue of her eyes. She is slim and lithely muscled but rounded at the hips and her large but firm breasts that bounce lightly as she moves. Her legs are sleekly muscled and long. Deepsix's hair is naturally white and customarily tied in a long ponytail that hangs down to just above the cleft of her buttocks.
She dresses in the traditional skin tight outfit of the hero which is coloured white. The upper part is a crop-top with a deep neckline that covers her shoulders and sweeps down to her gauntleted hands. Below Deepsix's bare belly the sheer material hugs her hips leaving a shallow 'v' that exposes the top of her buttock cleft and continues down in wide strips that leave exposed patches of blue skin and finishes in flared boots that come up to mid shin.
Deepsix wears a white domino mask over her eyes.
Parabella is six foot four. Her skin is milky white as is her hair (which is put up in two bunches) and her eyes have no pupils or irises, glowing a luminous blue. Her firm body is athletic and taut except for her jutting, proud breasts that strain the material of her top and her legs are long. Parabella's clothing is mostly black, her crop top starts just below her clavicle and finishes at the lower curve of her pale breasts leaving her shoulders and arms bare. Below she wears a pair of skin-tight cycle style shorts that hug the curves of her firm hips. Around her waist there is a belt of metallic segments of blue and black. Parabella wears thigh-high boots that are black at the top, fading into a deep blue as they progress down toward her feet.
She wears a holographic targeting system of white light over one eye.
Both have pointed lobe less ears and carry just enough body fat to soften the outlines of the muscles of their well trained bodies. Both carry themselves well, years of martial training and enhanced abilities giving the two a natural grace and poise that sets them apart from most.
The ruined cityscape trembled as explosions tore through it, smart munitions taking chunks out of the skyscrapers and filling the streets and parks with rubble and burnt shrapnel. Overhead dark clouds roiled with the forces being unleashed in the streets below and the occasional menacing attack craft risking breaking cover in an attempt to gain the higher ground. The battle was fiercest at the centre of the city, in an open space once filled with trees and fountains but now occupied with shattered debris and twisted support beams, where dark armoured enemy figures swarmed around two figures in a concentrated effort to bring them down.
Deepsix's chest heaved as she drew breath to deliver another massive sonic blast at the gathering group of Council soldiers who were trying to get into position to deploy their missile launchers. With an ear rending shriek the ground before them detonated, driving those still living back into cover. Fists clenched, she turned to Parabella.
"How long until the pick-up Bella? I think I see mechs coming up and I do not want to deal with much more today!" She ducked back as rail gun flechettes struck chips off the shattered concrete fountain next to her, the shrapnel tearing at her already ripped costume.
Parabella checked the HUD on her targeting reticule as she suppressed a stealthy group of soldiers with a burst from her huge multi gun. With a wry grin she looked over to her comrade. "Any second now," she shouted over the noise of the battle. "Just hold 'em off for another minute and we're outta here!" Bringing the gun to her shoulder, the young superhero took out an enemy spotter on a distant rooftop with a precise shot to the head. "I hope the info we got is worth all this effort, I don't think I've seen this many Council ever!" With a twist of her slim waist, Parabella sent a grenade through a fist sized hole in a nearby building, bringing down the roof on the unlucky troops inside.
The battle continued as scores of enemies sought to overrun the two heroes position but were constantly brought down by fusillades of sonic blasts and munitions. Tendons stood out on Deepsix's neck as she drew on every ounce of her power and sweat beaded her sky blue skin as she filled the air with sonic energy that shattered whatever it contacted. Parabella braced herself against the recoil of her gun as the barrel-flash lit the immediate area, smudges of soot and concrete dust darkening her pale skin.
"I got the signal Deep, get ready!" she cried, hearing a message from her earpiece. "Get close, the TP's gonna be working at extreme range!"
Deepsix stepped back until she felt Parabella's shoulders against her own, their buttocks pressing together as a missile flashed past close enough to touch.
Snatching her targeting drone from the air, the pale skinned girl turned and letting her gun rest in one arm clasped Deepsix around her firm waist with the other, feeling her breasts press against her friends smoothly muscled back.
"Here we go!"
Deepsix knew that the two had to be as close as possible for the long-range teleport so she reached behind her with both gauntleted hands and clasped Parabella's hips, making her chest just forward a little more.
Just as she felt the tingle and saw the glimmers of crimson light of the matter transport beam locking on Deepsix saw a sniper a hundred meters away, drawing a bead on them with a bulky, elaborate rile. Knowing that it was too late to do anything about it she just hoped that any shot would hit her and not her friend.
There was a blaze of light and a roar as if the whole city had collapsed into the depths of the earth. All sensation of up or down was lost and there was an impression of vast landscapes flying past, too swift to take in.
With a jolt, normal reality returned. The two collapsed to their knees, Parabella still clasping Deepsix to her.
"We made it!" Deepsix gasped, looking around at their surroundings.
They were in what seemed to be a hallway of a large house, maybe a mansion, richly decorated with dark patterned carpets and wood panelled walls. There were portraits and landscape paintings on the walls and small tables held sculptures and other tastefully arranged artistic objects, above them was a large crystal chandelier and a sweeping staircase rose off to their right.
"I know this place; it is a safe house in Croatoa." She grinned,"Again we win! I might just take some downtime here."
The Deepsix became aware that Parabella was still holding onto her and felt the other girls head resting on the back of her shoulder.
"I don't feel so good Deep."
Shuffling around Deepsix looked at the other hero. Parabella appeared fine, a little grimy and with a few small grazes on her unnaturally tough skin but her multi gun lay discarded on the ground and Deepsix knew that her friend would never willingly let that happen.
Deepsix took her by the arms and looked her in the eye, "What is the matter?"
"I feel odd, tired," Parabella said, her chin drooping slightly. "I think I got hit by something just as we left."
"Let me check you," the blue skinned girl ordered, "Stand up."
With a noticeable effort Parabella stood and held herself upright as her friend checked her over.
Not used to medical matters but concerned the others safety, Deepsix examined the pale girl closely.
"Can you feel any wound?" She asked.
"No."
Worried now by her friends unusual apathy the taller girl checked for blood or any other signs of injury, running her hands over Parabella's arms and down her sides.
"Hold on, what's this?" muttered Deepsix. She saw a tiny mark on the girl's pale thigh. Could the sniper have hit that part of her? she wondered. Crouching down, Deepsix pulled off her gauntlets and placed her hand on the wound.
"There's something here Bella. Hang on and I will get you too a room with a med analysis kit, these places are always well stocked. Get your arm over my shoulders."
Deepsix helped her friend up the stairs and along a well appointed corridor until they got to one of the safe houses bedrooms, a space with a four poster bed and antique furniture of a grand style. Parabella's condition worried her. The girl was so quiet, most unlike her usual self, and if Deepsix was not mistaken she was running a temperature.
After placing the girl on the large bed and propping her up with some pillows, Deepsix hurried to the large dressing table. Activating a hidden control caused a tray full of sophisticated looking devices to rise from the wooden surface. Another control caused the mirror to shimmer and reveal the image of one of her contacts in Atlas Park.
"Deepsix, you were successful then?"
"Yes but we have a possible medical emergency here," said the worried heroine. "Hold on while I get some readings," she continued, fitting an earpiece from the tray and picking up a medical module.
Parabella was not worried. Instead she felt...tired, oddly warm, almost too comfortable. In a kind of dreamy haze she watched Deepsix hurry over to her and press the module against the tiny wound on her thigh.
"Hey," she said, "devices are meant to be my thing." The effort of speaking was almost too much.
"Just checking you over," said Deepsix.
There was a sharp twinge from her leg as the module extracted a sample.
"Ooh," gasped Parabella, shifting against the cushions that propped her up, the movement feeling oddly sensual as her limbs rubbed together.
"Back in a moment," said Deepsix, walking back to the screen.
