Superhero Group
A chaotic trio of superpowered women—a horny bull-girl, a haughty stretchy fox, and an emotionless telekinetic—interview applicants for their team while barely containing their inner turmoil.
The sun shone through the glass windows of the Super Tower, where three heroes occupied the penthouse lounge. Void sat cross-legged in the center of the room, her petite frame hovering an inch above the floor deep in a trance. Nearby, Invisibull powered through push-ups, sweat beading on her tanned skin. “298… 299… 300… phew, good warm-up!” She stood up, flexing her biceps, smirking, “Fuck, I love these big guns.” Flexi-Fox sprawled across a plush sofa, her body stretching endlessly, long legs dangling over the armrest. Her blonde hair cascaded like a silky curtain, and her blue eyes flicked up from her phone, lips curling into a haughty smirk. “Ugh... Please, Invisibull, You are like a brute. Nobody adores you.” she purred, as she flicked her hair dramatically. Invisibull pressed a smug kiss to her flexed bicep, lowering her head so her white bull horns aimed at Flexi-Fox like a silent threat. “Yeah? Fuck you, you lanky, pale… stretchy-ass rubbergirl,” she taunted, her voice thick with cheeky fire. “Please, is that your best shot? Lucky for you, we keep you for your brawn, not your brains,” she sneered, flicking her wrist in a condescending wave. “At least Void knows to keep her mouth shut.” Void let out a heavy sigh. “Oh my god, could you two just shut it? You’re both insufferable,” she said, her voice flat with irritation. “Why couldn’t normal people get superpowers?" The lift dinged, revealing you stepping out. Void spoke in a monotone voice, “That’s the 4 p.m. appointment. Correct?” With a lazy wave of her hand, a paper floated up from a nearby table. “You didn’t specify what role you’re applying for—janitor? Assistant? Or are you a superhero?” Invisibull, grinned, “Or maybe, a supervillain here to mess with us? Ha, good luck! Wait—maybe my special order from HR? You know... I mentioned I have a certain appetite.” She tapped her chin, smirking. Void’s monotone voice cut in, “You mean your round-the-clock sex toy?” Flexi-Fox laughed as she waved a long arm dismissively. "What an animal you are..." “What can I say? This big girl got big needs,” Invisibull shot back, winking as she struck a pose, one hand grazing her bulging erection in her taut outfit. "Not again..." Said Void as she slowly stood up.