Slutty Sidekick: A Heroine's Journey into Depravity

Allison Kane stared at the green and white envelope her long brown locks cascaded down her shoulders and almost covered the words that were written upon the potentially life changing correspondence. Countless hours of training her powers, sleepless nights perfecting her persona, multiple rounds of tedious selection interviews, they had all lead to this. This envelope would determine if Allison had what it took to be a hero.

"Go on, open it." Mark Lamb placed a comforting hand on Allison's back. She could always count on her boyfriend for support. Despite not having powers, Mark was the strongest person she knew.

Allison flipped over the envelope, a wax seal featuring the imprint of dove holding balanced scales in her beak, the symbol of Neo Haven's Justice Department, was now the only thing standing in her way.

"Wish me luck." Allison said, almost a whisper. She cracked the seal open and pulled out the letter inside.

"Dear Allison Kane (Hero Persona: Nightshade), the Justice Vanguard would like to thank you for your sidekick application." So far, so standard. Allison continued reading. "After reviewing your application, the Council of Justice have decided-" This was it. "To approve your application."

"Woo!" Allison jumped into the air and hovered there as purple crackling energy emanated out from her in a sphere. The living room furniture around her, along with her boyfriend Mark, began to float above the ground.

"Uh Alli." Mark slowly spined in the air.

"Sorry!" Allison retracted her powers into herself. The furniture, and Mark, plonked to the ground.

"So you got accepted?" Mark asked as he pulled himself up off the floor.

"I did!" Allison could barely keep her voice contained. "It says I'm to report to the Fortress of Justice for orientation tomorrow."

"That's great Alli!" Mark pulled Allison into a hug and planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Allison was overstimulated, she took a moment to register her boyfriend's embrace, even longer to register his kiss, her fair face stuck in a state of joy. Her naturally purple eyes blinked several times in a row, bringing her back down to reality. She returned the hug and nuzzled into Mark's neck.

"I couldn't have done it without you Marky." Allison used her pet name for her boyfriend.

Allison and Mark had been dating since they were in high school. The two initially bonded over their shared awkwardness and shared love of horror novels. They were both social outcasts but people thought the pair made for an aesthetic match. Mark with his short shaggy black hair, rock band t-shirts and lightly freckled face. Allison, a head shorter, her beauty hidden behind thick rounded glasses and braces.

When Allison turned 18, her powers, and her look matured. Her eyes turned from hazel to purple, her near-sightedness gone with her old eye colour. Her braces were also removed, her teeth perfect and white. Finally, her curves had fully filled out into an hourglass figure. Next to Mark's relatively lean and goofy face, Allison grown to look like she was out of Mark's league. But Allison loved him all the same. He was supportive, and dedicated.

At that moment, Allison felt like she could take on the world, or at least the villains lurking within it. But there was something else she wanted to take on first—something much closer.

"We should celebrate," Allison said, her voice turning to candy as her eyes locked onto Mark's.

Mark's eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I like the way you think, Nightshade."

They came together, lips crashing against each other. Allison's hands found their way into Mark's hair, pulling him closer as their tongues danced against each other's.

Mark responded with equal urgency, his hands roaming the curves of Allison's body. He brushed over her hips, her waist, her breasts, they were familiar, they were exciting.

They stumbled towards the living room couch, their embrace never breaking. Allison felt the soft fabric of the sofa against the back of her legs as she fell onto it, Mark following her down. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their skin threatening to ignite their clothes.

With deft fingers, Allison tugged at Mark's shirt, pulling it over his head and casting it aside. Her hands explored the planes of his chest, her fingers teasing the light smattering of hair that trailed downward.

Mark fumbled through the unbuttoning of Allison's blouse and the latch that held up her skirt. Before long the two had completed shed all coverings. Mark's length growing against Allison's thigh. Mark's hand slipped between Allison's legs, his fingers finding the slick heat that awaited him. Allison's eyes fluttered shut, as she let out a soft reserved moan.

"You're so wet," Mark whispered into her ear.

"For you," Allison breathed out, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Only for you."

Mark guided his cock to Allison's awaiting opening. With a gentle motion, Mark entered her. They began to move together, each thrust filling Allison with pleasure. Their moans filled the room, they were lost in each other.

Mark was a dutiful lover but endurance was not his strong point. He found himself already at the edge of his limit, his shaft throbbing inside of Allison's tightness.

Allison could feel Mark's cock twitch inside her, his grip on her tightened. His body stiffened as he came, filling her with his seed. She loved this part.

Allison held Mark close, his head resting on her breasts. They were both panting, trying to regain their breath. Allison felt her heart race as her endorphins flowed. But despite the incredible pleasure she just experienced, a familiar craving remained.

She smiled up at Mark, content and satisfied but needing just a little bit more. "That was amazing," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. "I love you."

"Love you too," Mark murmured, his eyes closed as he snuggled into her embrace.

As Mark flopped off of Allison and drifted off to sleep on the couch. Allison's mind wandered. Her hand slowly traced patterns on Mark's back, her thoughts turning to the sensations she had just experienced. It was always like this, the sex was great, but she was left wanting.

Later that day, Allison stepped out of the shower, her skin still humming from the hot water. She towelled off, the soft fabric brushing against her sensitive skin. She wrapped the towel around herself and padded over to her bedroom mirror, examining her reflection.

Allison let the towel drop to the floor, feeling the cool air on her naked body. She walked over to her bed, her eyes falling on the nightstand drawer. With a subtle click, she opened it, revealing a trusty and familiar toy. Its smooth surface and ergonomic shape fitting perfectly in her hand. Allison climbed onto the bed, her legs slightly parted, and pressed the toy to her clit, it sprung to life with a gentle but deliberate hum.

A jolt of pleasure shot through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations. The steady buzz sent continual waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Allison's breathing quickened as she teetered on the edge. Her free hand roamed her body, pinching her nipples, feeling the sensitivity heighten. She adjusted the vibration speed which sent herself over the edge. Her back arched off the bed as the orgasm washed over her. Her body trembled, her toes curling as she savoured the release.

A sudden knock at the door startled Allison, she hid under her sheets.

"Is everything ok in there?" A deep voice boomed. It was Mark's dad Geoff. That was odd, he must have gotten home early.

"Everything's fine!" Allison squeaked from underneath her sheets.

Allison had been living with Mark and his dad ever since she finished school. It was the logical next step in their relationship and neither Mark nor Allison had enough money to move out on their own. Allison, herself having been a ward of the state was unemployed, and Mark, was barely getting shifts at his casual electronic retail assistant job. Fortunately, Mark's father had a bit of money, and he was not often home, as he worked as fly-in-fly-out gold miner.

"Alright then, pizza is on the table when you're ready." Geoff didn't like cooking, so pizza was a regular occurrence.

"I'll be out in a minute." Allison was glad that Geoff didn't open the door to her bedroom in response to her cries of happiness, it would have been weird. Not that Geoff wasn't a handsome guy, his years working in the mines gave him a chiselled body that often bulged out of the shirts that he wore, and in a lot of ways he looked like Mark, just more mature and a bit greyer.

Allison hid her toy back in her nightstand, got dressed in her teddy bear print pyjamas and joined Mark and Geoff for dinner.