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Skylar and Cora
Commissioned by frostcz
Written by HarmonyMotion

Chapter 1

“Look, everyone, it’s Super Skylar!”

“Oh my god, she really came!”

“Don’t you know, Melon Hauk paid her a lot of money to attend this party.”

Skylar floated down toward the extravagant mansion where the vehicle manufacturing billionaire was hosting a publicity event for his budding space tourism enterprise. And who better to have at the showcase than the one breathtakingly beautiful celebrity on Earth who could actively travel there on her own?

Skylar admired the ostentatious outdoor front yard where all the partygoers had gathered. A large fountain decorated with swans, a multilayered waterfall dripping over its perfectly polished glass and marble foundation. Multiple large speakers around the outside of the seemingly mile wide area.

MelonCorp’s logo was built into the landscaping, which, funny enough to Skylar, would only be visible to someone looking down from a bird’s eye view. These regular humans were so fragile and deprived compared to her!

Four large floodlights highlighted her arrival, clad in a chic, multi-thousand dollar designer, black chiffon dress. Studded with diamonds, with one strapless shoulder, Skylar literally sparkled as she continued her descent. The weather was warm and humid as it always was year round in Florida, but even if it had been below freezing, she could still dress like this, no problem. She never felt any pain or discomfort.

“Skylar! Skylar!” The reporters on site frantically began snapping photos. “What are you wearing today?”

She recognized all of them, what with her perfect recall. Just for giggles, using her unstoppable laser eyes, she blasted out the camera of a particular publication that had suggested that she should have some restrictions on how she lived her life. Like not going out nude in public.

The suggestion had not been well received by the world at large in the first place.

Standing well over six feet tall, Skylar was the world’s most breathtakingly, exceptionally beautiful woman. She had always been pretty, fetching even, but ever since puberty, her super body just never stopped developing.

From her flowing, glossy long blonde hair, to a pair of large, bright, ice-blue eyes, and the exaggerated, lascivious curves of her hourglass shape leading to a pair of the longest, shapeliest legs the world had ever seen, it was no surprise that the current supermodels in the business had taken a huge hit when Skylar arrived on the scene. Even single portrait shots of Skylar commanded more money than booking entire events of other models. Her tanned, slim shoulders, her long, graceful neck, and her heart-stoppingly beautiful face invaded far more minds than any other woman could hope to influence, even with their nude, airbrushed body on display. Skylar needed none of those cheap tricks. She was the pinnacle of beauty and sexuality.

Naturally, during Skylar’s teen years, her breasts had grown larger by the day until even she felt a bit self conscious about their extreme size and perfect perkiness. When people began to lose all control from just a glimpse of those luscious orbs, she figured enough was enough. And then, as if on command, they stopped growing, even dialing back until they were merely captivating. She didn’t want to be the harbinger of car accidents.

Travel fees for her were non-existent, given how her feet never touched solid earth anyway. So she was extra well compensated by charging exorbitant appearance fees.

Soon, the camera shutters began to die down. Her aura of power and beauty was too much for humans to bear at such close range, save a few close people, such as her parents. Not that they were super like her.

“Hi, boys,” she gave them a cute little wave as ceased her descent, still floating one foot off the floor.

“S-S-Skylar… welcome…” they stammered, fighting the urge to fall to their knees in supplication to her literal sphere of influence.

“Point me to the drinks?” It was a courtesy that her parents had instilled in her, in order to let other people to feel relevant if she asked them something mundane.

They all rushed to obey, all pointing in the correct direction while never taking their eyes off of her beautiful, fully covered breasts, their huge swells accentuated by her skin-tight dress.

“Thanks!” she replied as genuinely as possible.

She adjusted her designer glasses by pushing them up at the bridge. Michal Correau was paying a fortune for her endorsement. And having real lenses didn’t impair her vision anyway.

Flying over a gasping crowd, she asked the bartender to serve her one of everything.

“Enjoying yourself?” Melon Hauk sauntered over, trembling slightly from her immense sexuality. He was one of the few who could keep his wits. Probably why he was so successful.

“Yes! Hope you don’t mind me having some drinks. I just turned 18.”

He chuckled. “You know the drinking age is 21, right?”

“What are you gonna do, call the cops?” she smirked.

“Yeah, that’ll be fun. As if we need another one of those incidents. Thanks for coming.”

Skylar picked up a margarita glass by its thin stem, licked the salt off the rim, and shotgunned the lime and agave cocktail.

“Ooh, not bad,” she said with a smack of her pink, plump lips. Even Melon Hauk’s extraordinary resistance wavered a bit at that seductive gesture.

“Mmm, yes. You know, we normal humans can’t drink one of everything, like you have here. Not without aftereffects. I’m sure you’re immune, but still, I hope you can cut loose a bit, hmm?”

“I’ll do my best,” Skylar said with a wink. She began to pound more cocktails.

Melon Hauk shifted his slacks uncomfortably and walked away, bow-legged.

Cut loose a bit, huh? Skylar thought to herself. Why not?

She drank every single colorful cocktail lined up in front of her, then asked for a second round of them all.

Chapter 2

“Melon Hauk’s private space tourism exhibition party, a disaster! World’s most beautiful and powerful one-of-a-kind super supermodel ruins event!”

Cora watched with fascination as they showed the devastating remains of Melon Hauk’s mansion. No one had been killed, but plenty of prominent celebrities and billionaires were hospitalized.

There was some airborne footage of the scene that had been captured by helicopter—that is, until an inebriated Skylar had flown up to the camera. Feeling particularly raunchy, she began to slip off the single strap of her dress off her shoulder, presenting her lush, gravity-defying breasts to the crew and the world.

The video had gone viral in an instant. To distant watchers, it was simply the most perfect pair of breasts that humanity could conceive of. But to the news crew in the flying machine, it was so much more.

Three gasping, guttural moans, one female, two male, could be heard from out of the frame. Amazingly, the video was a whole minute and a half long, and their screams of pleasure never descrendoed.

Instead, their roars of ecstasy seem to escalate by the second. The camera wobbled more and more violently… which internet residents had taken upon themselves to steady the footage via software. Then, the camera hit the floor of the chopper, the focus now on Skylar’s lovely ankles and open toed sandals.

The last thing that could be heard in the footage was a long, hoarse whisper out of all three sexually devastated crew members. The helicopter went into freefall, but apparently Skylar managed to save it when it came perilously close to crashing.

The rest of the footage was unremarkable. Loud screams could be heard in the background.

Like the rest of the world, Cora masturbated herself silly to that glorious minute thirty of Skylar’s incomparable breasts. Unlike the rest of the world, she felt no guilt or shame for the screams in the background.

“I didn’t think she could actually get drunk!” a hospital-ridden Melon Hauk answered in an interview. “At first, we thought she was just playing! Then, her little shoves sent people flying! Many of us, were, uh… incapacitated… by her loveliness. Far more extreme than I’ve ever felt in her presence. She began to blow kisses to people. Some of her little puffs ripped columns out of my house!

“...And then, she insisted that we should all see what a real meteorite looked like!”

Eyewitness reports corroborated that Skylar had taken off into space and hurled a humanity-ending meteorite on a trajectory straight for Earth. As soon as it entered low orbit, a devastating explosion rocked the area. Skylar, in her state of inebriation, appeared to have miscalculated.

She had quickly gotten underneath it as soon as she saw the destruction unfold, traveling from somewhere near Mars to Earth in an instant. Then, she focused her eyes and vaporized the whole thing into atoms.

Casting doubt on the veracity of her insobriety was that, as soon as the deed was done, she seemed to be perfectly in control again. More eyewitnesses reported that she seemed to be ashamed of what had happened, and then took off without a trace.

“Are you going to press charges? Perhaps start a civil suit?” the reporter asked.

Melon Hauk’s confidence wilted. “No. Of course not. What good would that do?”

Cora turned off the video playing on her phone. She would never have felt shame if she’d performed such a powerful feat.

She touched her slick folds to another wonderful, breathtaking, Skylar induced orgasm. This footage would inspire her for the rest of her life. The only thing that would trump it if she got to meet Skylar in person… but that was a total fantasy.

As she came down off a record number of climaxes, Cora lay on her small twin bed in her tiny room. Her walls were plastered with paparazzi and modeling shots of Skylar. She wished Skylar would use her power and utterly destroy her tormentors in school.

“Cora! What the fuck are you doing in there!” her dad yelled.

Fuck.

She slipped her panties and jeans back on from where they were bunched at her ankles. What the fuck did he want now?

Her father was sitting on a recliner in the squalid living room, cradling a cheap bottle of booze as he scratched his huge, hairy gut with one of his meaty paws.

“Girlfriend’s coming over. Get outta here for a while. Why don’t you go down to the liquor store and buy me a pack of smokes, huh?”

“Dad, I don’t have money for that.”

“The fuck? Don’t you have a job?”

“I paid for dinner today!”

“Fuck. Shit. Here.”

He tossed a fistful of dollars at her. They landed on the dirty, beer-stained carpet. She held her nose and gathered the crumpled currency.

“And take your time. Take a few extra laps around the block. Daddy doesn’t like it when you walk in on us.”

“It’s 40 degrees out!” she whined.

“The fuck you say? Take a fuckin’ jacket then. Fuckin’ scram.”

Fuck, she thought, as she closed the door behind her. Maybe Skylar can fucking knock him off the face of the planet too.

On her way out, she passed Britney, the ugly, brainless bitch that his father was seeing. She reeked of cigarettes, triggering Cora’s asthma. She began to heave in deep, unsatisfying breaths.

They crossed paths without acknowledging each other.

And take her out too, Skylar. Please.

Chapter 3

“Skylar, your father and I have come to a decision. Isn’t that right, honey?” Sharon asked.

“Yes dear,” Mark answered meekly.

Skylar’s parents sat in the living room of their 2 bed 2 bath modest suburban home, despite Skylar’s worldwide fame and lavish modeling and endorsement deals. All of that was locked up under her parents’ guardianship until she was 22.

“Mom, Dad, I know… I screwed up. Like, pretty bad. I’m really sorry.” Skylar hovered cross-legged in midair, her tone truly remorseful.

“You can do so many amazing things. And we wanted the world to get to know you, but we’ve come to understand that everything happened too quickly. You still need to grow with people of your age, and to learn from them. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes dear,” Mark echoed. It was hard for him to raise his voice against his daughter. He was staring at their family photos when she was but a child, already floating about their heads with a big smile on her cherubic face.

“So, your father and I have enrolled you in the local high school. Henderson High.” Sharon concluded proudly.

“What?! Mom! No way! What am I gonna do in high school? You two have home schooled me your whole life!” Her aura resonated.

“Um, Sharon dear, maybe Skylar has a point…” Mark faltered.

“Oh Mark, you’re such a pushover!”

“Daaaad!” Skylar whined, eyes glowing briefly.

He redoubled his efforts. “I think our beautiful daughter is too brilliant to attend such a mundane institution,” he puffed out his chest.

“Now, now, Mark, we talked about this. You know you and I both agreed that this would be best for Skylar. Why don’t you wait in the bedroom while we discuss this?”

Skylar pouted. Mom was always so strict, despite the fact that neither of her parents had powers like she did.

“Look dear, it’s obviously not for education or anything. But you get to experience a lot in high school. Social interaction, boys, a little drinking… but don’t tell anyone that!”

“Can’t I just do it on my own!?” Skylar protested. “It’s not like I’ve ever been hurt by anything!”

“No? What about other people? The incident at Melon Hauk’s party? How do you think everyone else felt?”

Skylar had no response.

“It’s just a year, dear. I firmly believe that things would never have gotten so out of hand if you had gotten a chance to experience a normal childhood. All of this fame and modeling put you on the fast track. But in high school, it’s probably just some bruised egos and some light hearted fun. You’ll see!”

“Okay, mom,” Skylar replied, downtrodden. She floated almost all the way down to the ground in embarrassment.

“You start next week, ok, dear?”

“Yes mom.”

“It’s not like anyone can give you any trouble anyway. You’re growing up, dear! We’re so proud of you! Once you get this under control, no more guardianship decisions from us, hmm? We’ll just be your loving parents.”

Skylar nodded mutely.

“Love you, Skylar.”

“Love you too, mom.”

“Mark dear, you can come back! We’ve finished our talk!”

Skylar flew to school in some regular clothes. The top fashion designers she worked with didn’t think high schoolers were in their market. As a result, Skylar’s entire t-shirt and jeans getup cost only a mere $550. An even thousand if you added in her trainers.

She didn’t even have an endorsement for a belt to wear. And nobody wanted her to promote any multi-carat jewelry. Skylar sighed. She felt so cheap. High school was the worst.

Naturally, she flew to school. Even Sharon knew better than to suggest taking a bus. Skylar was obstinate about traveling under her own power. Any other mode of transportation was intolerable to the world’s most powerful being.

The crowd gasped as she appeared in a sudden flash, floating above the entry steps to Henderson High.

“Oh my god! Is that Super Skylar?!” murmured the ones further away.

The close ones immediately fell to their knees and drank in the sight of her beauty.

Skylar harrumphed. No one here even had the willpower to keep their wits about them. What could she learn here? She didn’t realize just how irresistible she had become to her woefully inadequate peers.

Skylar flipped her long blonde hair back, smothering the students behind her with her otherworldly, floral fragrance. They all trembled in mild delight as they stained their pants.

Oh dammit. I guess that’s what Mom wants me to learn. She groaned. Is this even possible?

Flying through the hallway above the crowd of people, she made her way to the main administration office. There were a handful of students in line, but Skylar just floated her way over to the front desk.

“Hello! First day here! My name is…”

“Skylar! It’s Skylar!” a middle aged woman blurted out, gasping in awe.

“Oh, you know who I am. I’m flattered!” Skylar recited with practiced modesty.

“Yes, yes, of course! Here’s your schedule!” Her hand trembled as she handed her a few printouts. She noticed Skylar’s lack of supplies. “Do you, um, need a backpack, or some notebooks? I’m sure we can give you something from the lost and found…”

Skylar quickly scanned her schedule with its convoluted scheduling depending on the day of the week. Then, her eyes glowed, blackening the papers from the center outward, the heat turning the looseleaf to blackened ash.

“No, thanks! I got it now! Bye!”

Skylar flew out of the office. The front desk receptionist excused herself to the bathroom. The other students hadn’t lasted as long. They were well asleep in their chairs, a dark stain around their crotches.

Chapter 4

First period history class had been… horrible. Skylar could positively smell the stench of teen hormones rampant in the air. Even the average adult was able to tolerate her overbearing beauty for a few minutes so that she could have a conversation with them, but these pubescent, developing teens had no hope! Despite Skylar’s age, it didn’t even occur to her to lump herself in that category.

And worse, she had to “sit” still for 55 minutes. That meant that even her history teacher had succumbed to her beauty within the first ten minutes. The rest of the class had long since orgasmed themselves silly when she introduced herself with a little wave of her hand. When she said the word “Hi,” they all went rigid, coming with a few violent, uncontrollable thrusts of their hips. When she floated over their heads, they promptly orgasmed again before passing out.

From her hovering position above her desk, Skylar left the incapacitated clasroom and floated above the roof of the school. She wanted to cry of boredom. She knew she’d screwed up; why did her mom have to punish her like this?

Turning to lie flat on her back, she scanned the solar system with her telescopic x-ray eyes. They glowed fiercely as she pierced the heavens with her stare, watching the planets orbit and exploring the vast emptiness of space. She found a passing meteor.

With an angry snarl, her eyes turned bright red as she fired a thin, nearly invisible laser beam through the cosmos.

The meteorite, light years away, had its core pierced, and crumbled into a million tiny pieces.

“Stupid meteorites,” Skylar groused out loud.

Finally, the bell for the second period rang. God, did she really have to endure five more? And an hour of lunch too. She didn’t even have to eat! And she certainly didn’t want to eat high school food, after her experiences of being treated to the finest dining from all over the world.

Skylar wanted to scream in frustration, but she knew that would have flattened the entire school. So she kept her mouth shut and moved on. Time for Spanish class.

Again, all the students gaped as she came flying into the room.

“Hey,” she introduced herself. “Skylar here. Nice to meet you.”

“Hnnnng!” “Fuuuuuck!” “Sk---”

All of the students, male and female, began to orgasm once again.

“Sk… Sk… Skylar…” their teacher, Mrs. Espinosa muttered. “Please, um, take your seat…”

Skylar shrugged, causing her impressive bust to bounce ever so slightly. Mrs. Espinosa squeaked. She was glad she had a large desk behind which to hide the obvious stain of her arousal.

The leggy bombshell floated over her fellow students, casually brushing some of their cheeks with her fingertips as she glided over them. They screamed out in ecstasy.

It was inevitable anyway. Might as well be sooner rather than later.

Reaching her seat in the back, Skylar was shocked to find that a thin, wan, waif of a girl just staring bright eyed at her. She floated up to lie on her stomach in midair, extending her long legs behind her and above the other students.

“Oh! Hey. I’m Skylar,” she introduced herself.

“I’m Cora! Oh my god, I’m such a big fan of yours!”

“You’re… you’re okay around me?”

“Oh god, yeah! You’re so hot! I watch you all the time! I saw what you did on the news the other day! About Melon Hauk?”

Skylar grimaced. “Oh, that. Oh god. I’m so sorry that happened!”

“Noooo! I thought it was… I don’t think worse of you for it!”

“What? You don’t?”

This girl was strange! She was speaking so openly! Most people just whimpered and shied away from Skylar.

“Yeah! It’s just, like, uh… you’re so cool and powerful and all! And barely anyone was hurt! You’re just, just, um…”

Cora was beginning to breathe heavily. Skylar predicted an imminent orgasm.

To her surprise, Cora suddenly reached into her backpack and grabbed an inhaler. Taking a deep puff, she heaved deeply, the steroids calming her burning lungs as her breathing became regular once more.

“Cora, was it? Are you okay?”

She coughed slightly. “Yeah. I have asthma. Sorry. I bet you have no idea what that’s like, do you?”

“Sorry, I really don’t. It’s not really a comfortable subject for me to try and understand other people’s regular struggles… I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry you have asthma. I mean it.”

“Um, excuse me girls, it’s time for Spanish class,” Ms. Espinosa tried to regain control of her only two remaining conscious students.

“Hey, Señora Espinosa, this is Skylar, in case you hadn’t heard of her! You know, the most beautiful, most powerful being ever to exist!?”

“Now, señorita Coburn, I am still in charge of this class here! I am under strict instructions from Mrs. Sierra, Skylar’s mother, that I shall not treat her any differently than any of my other students! No matter what happens! Now, let us begin class!”

Skylar tried to give Cora a “knock it off” look, but Cora was having none of it.

“You know she could incinerate you without a thought right!? And you want to teach her Spanish!? She could wipe Spanish off the face of the planet if she wanted!”

“Cora!” Skylar had never seen anyone so uninhibited and carefree about her powers!

Ms. Espinosa’s resolve was wavering.

“Um, Skylar, your mother spoke to all of us about this. You understand?”

“Yes, señora. I mean, si, señora.”

There was a brief moment of silence.

“I don’t know why you put up with this,” Cora muttered.

Ms. Espinosa made it through class. Finally, the bell for the next period rang. Skylar thanked the diminuitive Spanish teacher for the lesson and floated out. Cora followed closely behind.

Ms. Espinosa collapsed into her chair with relief.

Chapter 5

“Hey, what’s your next class?” Skylar asked her new colleague.

“Math. I hate it,” Cora answered.

“I can hear people whispering about you, by the way.”

“I’m sure they’re whispering about you. These people fucking hate me.”

“Well, whispering about you and me. Why do they hate you?”

“I don’t know. I guess I don’t give a shit. I’m short, I’m not popular, and I don’t take anyone’s bullshit. Or maybe just cuz they want to.” She clenched a fist as she thought of her father.

“Why would anyone do that?”

“God, you’re lucky you’re so hot. I would’ve spat in your face already!” Cora laughed. “Don’t you know anything about life and high school? Sometimes, people are just evil. Sometimes, people just want to break other people down for no reason than to see them crack in half.”

“I haven’t had that experience…” Skylar voiced her doubt.

“Well, no shit! Who could do to you what they do to me!?” Cora pointed out. And even despite Skylar’s ridiculous privilege and naïvete, she found Skylar’s unopposable power that much more arousing.

“What do they do to you?”

“Depends who ‘they’ is. The popular girls? They just make fun of me cuz I’m flat. Some people just give me shit cuz I’ve done some drugs.”

“I got drunk once,” Skylar offered.

“Oh please, girl. That…” Cora remembered just exactly how wild of a bender Skylar could go on. “...Okay. Fair point. So now, imagine everyone shaming you for drinking, just because your home life is shit. They ask you all the time if you’re hitting the bottle, or sniff you and then wrinkle their nose in disgust.”

“Most people don’t mind how I smell.”

Cora just laughed. “You are so infuriating! And you have so much to learn!”

Skylar nodded. Perhaps this was the real lesson her mom had intended for Skylar to take away from high school.

“Will you teach me?” Skylar asked.

“Gladly.”

The advanced calculus teacher eagerly awaited Skylar's entrance, but she never showed up. Instead, she followed Cora to algebra class.

Cora walked in first. Immediately she was hit by spitballs from multiple directions. Amber, head cheerleader and queen bitch, and Chad, her brainless, whipped boyfriend wore shit-eating grins on her pretty faces. As well as the rest of the cheerleaders, of course. The class laughed at her.

Another volley of spit-covered wads headed Cora’s way. Skylar made her appearance known and instantly turned the disgusting projectiles to ash with a brief blast of her eyes.

“W… whoa!” the entire class uttered.

“Skylar!?” Amber’s eyes opened wide in fear.

“Wh… Sk… Skylar?!” the stunned algebra teacher yelled. “You’re supposed to be in Calculus right now, with Todd, I mean, Mr. Zucker!”

“Hope you don’t mind! I decided to join this class! Is that alright, Mr...?” Skylar flashed him a winning smile, pearly white teeth gleaming.

“Um… yes, that’s fine. I’m Brian. I mean! Mr. Dane.” He really wanted to bask in her beauty. And it’s not like he could kick her out, right?

“Do you mind if I address the class?” Skylar asked him.

“Of course!”

Skylar jabbed a finger at the boy who threw the spitball.

“You! Why did you throw a spitball at Cora?”

His face transformed into a mask of fear.

“Skylar! I’m sorry! I didn’t know Cora was with you!”

“I don’t think that’s an answer,” Skylar’s voice turned threateningly dark.

“I’m… it’s just a way for me to be more popular with everyone else! It’s easy to pick on her, and everyone laughs with me! I’m sorry, Skylar!”

“I think you need to apologize to Cora.”

“I’m sorry, Cora.”

In five seconds, Skylar had instilled more discipline than Henderson High had ever seen.

Skylar float-followed Cora to her usual seat in the back. Everyone just stared at the odd couple. Even Mr. Dane. The room was silent, but for the sound of shifting, rubbing legs.

“I haven’t met too many people who I don’t affect like this. Eventually, most people just kind of… splat,” Skylar prodded Cora.

“God, that is so sexy! You have no idea how hot that is!”

“But you seem to be doing fine?”

“Ahem, um, girls, I believe, I have a class to teach…” Mr. Dane tried to regain control of the class.

“Can you do it to Mr. Dane?” Cora whispered.

“Yeah. Most adults can control themselves around me, but if I really want to, I can make them lose control. Honestly, it seems like I can do anything I want to.”

“Sooooooooo hot! Do it to him! Do it to the whole class!”

“Girls?” Mr. Dane reiterated.

Skylar thought about it. It wasn’t such a big deal, was it? It had already happened in two classes, and she didn’t even do anything naughty. She was just sitting in class, like her mom had instructed her to.

“Oh, Mr. Dane…” Skylar’s voice took on a husky, smoky tone. Even Cora’s eyes glazed over at the sound of her irresistible siren’s call.

Every student gripped their desk as their bodies tensed up.

“I’d really like to spend this period talking to my friend Cora. If you don’t mind… would you just let us talk? I’ll give you a kiss…”

Mr. Dane was positively panting now. Skylar watched as her easy request reduced him to a trembling, helpless, sexually overcharged wreck.

“Y-y-yes… please…” he practically begged, as he drank in Skylar’s luscious form in her designer clothes. His rational mind had been completely wiped away, completely lost to his lust for Skylar.

Skylar smirked as she floated so gracefully through the air, above the entire class. Mr. Dane craned his head up to witness this angel’s devilish body gliding toward him. The incredible swell of her spherical orbs, her tanned, toned abs rippling underneath her tight t-shirt, and the wide, flared arc of her sensuous hips. He regretted that he couldn’t ogle Skylar’s perfect ass, but there was already far too much beauty for his muddled mind to process. He couldn’t even breathe!

Skylar suddenly closed the final few feet in a flash, and placed a kiss on Mr. Dane’s cheek.

His eyes slammed shut. He flooded his pants with his semen, crying and sobbing as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

“Shh…” Skylar wafted her sweet scent over him, and his electrified body redoubled its orgasmic pleasure. Mr. Dane’s limbs were rigid and tense, the surging sensations in his erect member growing far too powerful as he continued to ejaculate in huge gouts from Skylar’s easy seduction. He soaked his pants until he passed out.

She turned back around to face Cora. The rest of the class was also in the throes of orgasm, but still conscious. Another sweet little kiss, blown over Skylar’s extended fingertips, took care of that.

Skylar flew back over the students whom she had turned into sopping, gooey messes. Cora was wide eyed with arousal, slick with need, rubbing her thighs together.

“I’m surprised you could resist this!” Skylar smiled brightly.

“I… I don’t think I can…!” she wailed.

“You did better than everyone else here! You’re interesting!”

“Th...thanks! Oh god, you made me so horny! I can barely think straight!” Cora whined, her need for release so intense.

“You know, Cora… my mom said I could learn some stuff in high school. Maybe sex? I’ve never had sex with another person. People just can’t last long enough around me, but maybe you can help me. Have you had sex before?”

“Ahhhhh! Yes! Yes! I have!”

“Want to teach me?

Chapter 6

Cora’s heart thundered in her chest as Skylar held her by the arm and dragged them through the school’s main corridor. The blonde teen goddess blew open the large double doors of the high school entrance and soared straight into the air.

Cora yelped in fear.

Higher and higher they ascended until they would have just appeared as barely-recognizable human shaped specks against the backdrop of pulled-cotton clouds.

“Skylar! I… I don’t know if I can have sex up here!” Cora whined.

“Sure you can. Don’t worry about it. I won’t let you get hurt up here.” Skylar’s eyes glowed as she made eye contact with Cora.

“Okay, Skylar. I won’t.” Cora answered robotically. Her own eyes glowed identically to Skylar’s briefly. Then the illumination faded.

“Alright, Cora. What do I do?”

The mousy brunette was back to hyperventilating in pure, uncontrollable lust once more.

“I… I… how have you not had sex!? I’m dying here! You’re gonna make me come!!” Cora wailed.

“See? That’s exactly the problem. Besides, sorry to say…” Skylar lowered her voice lest her immodesty show, “there’s no one that’s really as sexy as me. Not even close.”

The words plunged deep into Cora’s mind. Hearing that insanely arrogant, yet completely undeniable admission, detonated the budding orgasm that had been welling inside her ever since Skylar had blown the classroom a fragrant kiss.

Still being dangled in the air by the arm, Cora’s overworked body began to tremble as she processed the most intense burst of ecstasy she’d ever experienced. Her skin flushed with warmth, radiating outward from her inner core. Violent bolts of pleasure seized her limbs as she grew completely rigid. Cora’s dark eyes were squeezed tightly shut, gaping mouth sloppy and drooling, frozen in place as the aching of her sopping clit finally boiled over.

After a whole minute of silence and unbearable pleasure, Cora finally screamed as her body was able to draw breath once more.

“Ha… ha…” Cory panted.

Skylar lifted her limp plaything up to eye level. “So, do you think you can help me, or not?”

“Well… how do you… masturbate?” Cora asked as she wiped a few trace tears from her eyes. Skylar had done a huge number on her, from just a little sentence!

“Hmm. Mostly I just look at myself for a little bit. That really gets me going. And then I will myself to orgasm.”

“What!?” Cora cried. This girl was too sexy for mere human comprehension!

“Is that not normal?”

“No!! We don’t all look like perfection perfected! And even if we did, that just sounds impossible!”

“So what do you… people, who aren’t me, do?”

Cora’s heart pounded in her chest. She really was going  get the chance of a lifetime. To offer to eat out Skylar, the woman who had just casually given her the greatest pleasure of her life.

She couldn’t wait.

“Okay, Skylar, can you flip me upside down?”

Skylar tossed Cora into the air like a rag doll with inhuman precision. The thin waif of a girl spun around 180 degrees in midair, now dangling upside down, being supported by Skylar’s steely fingers gripping Cora’s thin ankles.

“May I?” Cora asked, reverently tracing the waistband of Skylar’s expensive designer jeans.

“Go ahead.”

Cora’s fingers trembled as she undid the clasp blonde stunner’s jeans. Even dressed, the sight of her toned abs and those pants hugging her smooth, wide hips was driving her wild with desire again.

She moved on to unzipping them now, revealing the barest slip of black, lacy, see through thong, no doubt to emphasize her firm, luscious ass.

“Veronica’s Secret. Another endorsement,” Skylar explained preemptively. “Otherwise I wouldn’t wear any at all.”

Cora reverently tugged the jeans off her flying lover’s shapely legs. The light blue fabric was painted on so tight that Cora had trouble with it. Skylar helped her out with a sexy wiggle. The jeans seemed to defy physics and slid off, pooling at her ankles.

Staring right at Skylar’s perfect intimacy, Cora shivered with lust once again. She could clearly see Skylar’s perfectly bare, smooth pubic mound. Did she even grow hair down there?

Her nether lips were so beautifully pale, pink, and mouth-watering. Cora subconsciously licked her lips as she imagined burying her face deep into Skylar’s pussy, gulping down her sweet nectar with interminable enthusiasm.

How would it feel to be inside of her? How many fingers did Skylar like? Could Cora even insert her pathetic, only-human digits in there? She was beyond excited to find out. This was the greatest feast anyone could hope to partake in, and Cora was already salivating at the sight.

“Cora? Could you please get on with it?” Skylar asked. At this rate, she’d have to trigger her own orgasm again with but a thought. Her pussy lips began to glisten and drip as they vibrated.

“Wow…” Cora gasped breathlessly.

She traced her fingers over Skylar’s bare skin this time. And to her disbelief, the mere contact with Skylar’s silky skin sent bolts of erotic pleasure through Cora’s own fingers, sending gut-wrenching sensations back to her own body! Cora, not Skylar!

Hurriedly, before losing all control, Cora pulled down the thong over Skylar’s exaggerated curves.

“Skylar? Can you put my face next to your beautiful, gorgeous, luscious, delectable… um...”

“Sure.”

Cora’s vision was soon filled with nothing but Skylar’s pussy. She wrapped her arms around those long, endless legs, locking her hands onto Skylar’s taut bubble butt, held on tight, and dove in.

She licked as hard as she could over Skylar’s sheath, trying to tease out her goddess’ love bud.  How could Skylar smell and taste so good!? She pushed her lower jaw deep into those powerful, thrumming nether folds, feeling the vibrations through her skull. Sticking out her tongue, she frantically bobbed her head up and down, up and down, trying to be as rough as possible. Cora knew Skylar couldn’t be hurt.

“Cora? Are you doing it yet? I can feel you licking, but this isn’t too exciting for me.”

“Mmmf mmf mmf!” Cora redoubled her efforts.

Skylar’s juices were flowing freely into Cora’s mouth now. She thought she was getting somewhere, but Skylar didn’t seem to respond at all!

But none of that mattered. The sweet, irresistible taste and scent wafting off of the superwoman’s inner core was driving Cora insane, her heart thundering with desire as it pumped harder and harder.

Somehow, the carnal act of pleasuring Skylar became one of self-interest. Cora was dripping from exertion, the act of eating out her invulnerable goddess while upside-down in midair, the most strenuous task she had ever faced. And she was on the verge of another orgasm.

More licks, more nibbles with her teeth against those impenetrable folds, her wonderful pheromones invading all of Cora’s senses…

She came. Again. Much harder than from hearing Skylar’s innocent arrogance.

Cora’s screams of ecstasy were muffled by Skylar’s invulnerable pussy. Tears streamed down her face as she felt her mind melting with dark, indescribable bliss.

Skylar pulled the short, spasming girl away from her.

“Was that it? It was okay, I guess. But I get a lot more from just handling it myself.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm!” Cora was still in the throes of indescribable orgasm, and Skylar dismissing her futile efforts only made her burn hotter.

“Holy fuuuuu-uhhh-hhh---uhhhhckkkk! You’re a goddess!!!” Cora cried.

“Well, thanks Cora. At least I got to try something new, but it didn’t really work out. Friends?”

“Wh-huh-huh-huh-wait!” Cora begged. “I have an idea!” She frantically tried to put herself back together from the crippling pleasure. She couldn’t lose Skylar now, not when she was this close!

“Yes?”

“Do you really think anyone else could have done better than me?” Cora asked, as much for her own gratification as anything. And then she went back to moaning and trembling.

“Hmm. Well, I suppose not.”

“You need an equal! Someone like you!” Cora blurted, trying anything to keep this goddess around.

And then a light bulb clicked in her head.

“But there’s no one like me!” Skylar retorted.

“Hey Skylar… how come I’m not in pain or anything? You’ve been holding me upside for minutes now!”

“Oh. Hmm. I didn’t think about it. It’s never been a problem for me to carry anyone around.”

“I should be totally dizzy from the blood rushing to my head! And how did you get drunk at that party anyway?”

“Melon Hauk suggested I cut loose, so I did,” she answered with complete innocence.

“And you told me not to worry about being this high up, and then I didn’t. I can still feel your command in my brain…”

“Yeah. People pretty much always do what I ask if I really want them to.”

“Skylar almighty! I think you have powers that you don’t even know about!”

“What makes you say that? I’ve had these powers for a while now!” Skylar flexed a small bicep.

“Don’t you see? You’re like… you totally mind controlled me or something! And this just doesn’t make any sense, how I’m totally okay just hanging upside down while you hold my leg!”

“Why doesn’t that make sense?” Skylar asked.

“God, you are so infuriating sometimes! We’re fragile compared to you, okay? This would hurt any one of us!”

Skylar was shocked. Nobody had ever talked to her so bluntly like this before.

“Hey, don’t be mean to me,” Skylar’s eyes glowed.

“I’m sorry, Skylar,” Cora replied robotically once again. “I’ll stop being mean to you. You are ignorant to the daily challenges we have to go through. You can’t even conceive the tiniest amount of pain that we get when we walk into a wall absentmindedly. The wall gives way to you. Just like all of us puny humans should.”

“Cora? Why are you talking like that?”

“Because you told me not to be mean.”

Skylar gasped. Was Cora right?! Could she be even more powerful than she thought?!

“Cora, be yourself again.”

Cora shook her head clear.

“Holy shit! Oh my god! You just… you just overwrote my brain! My fucking mind! I couldn’t get your voice out of my head!”

“Cora! I’m so sorry! I think you’re right!”

“Sorry!? Skylar, that was the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced! Fuck! So you believe me now?”

“I guess I have to, don’t I? You really picked up on something! You’re so smart!”

“I’ve been following you my whole life! I can’t believe you play so nicely around people! They should worship you!”

“Okay Cora, you’re going too far. My mom and dad love me very much, and they taught me not to be like that, okay?”

“Tch. Okay.” Pushing her own personal fantasy looked like a quick way to lose Skylar’s trust.

“Now. Back to the subject at hand. You say I need an equal for sex? What do you propose?”

Chapter 7

“Can you grant me some of your powers?” Cora asked as they chatted in another classroom full of incapacitated students and teacher.

Skylar floated alongside her. “I don’t know. How would I do that?”

“How would I know!? You just… do! How do you do anything?”

“Let me think.” Skylar furrowed her perfect brows.

The sound of soft breathing from all of the unconscious victims of Skylar’s loveliness filled the room. Cora just waited in anticipation.

“I wanted to cut loose and party, so I did. Umm, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable up in the air, and then it worked out. So, I guess I want you to show me what sex with another person is like. Now what?”

Cora’s heart skipped a beat. “It sounds like… you just have to will it to happen. In the heat of the moment maybe?”

“I guess! You want to try again?”

“Oh god! Yes!”

Hovering and towering above Cora, Skylar began to undo her jeans once again.

“No, wait!” Cora begged. “Can we start slower?”

“Oh. You mean there’s something else we can do?”

“God, Skylar. Have you seriously never watched porn?!”

“Well, I tried to once. But I found it pretty boring, and I can take care of myself way faster and way better without it.”

Cora moaned. Total, utter, unstoppable Goddess. “Let’s just kiss… do you think you could make that work?”

“Won’t know until I try!” Skylar chirped.

“Can… can you come lower?” Cora craned her neck to bask in Skylar’s beauty.

“And touch the ground? I haven’t done that since I was 14! No, I wonder… can I just bring you up here?”

Skylar curled a slender finger, and Cora felt her feet leave the floor. A gentle force was tugging her upward.

“Holy shit! Skylar! I’m… flying! No… I’m being dragged! You have telekinesis!?”

Skylar grinned. “Guess so.”

“I’ve followed you forever, and I’ve never seen you do this!!” Cora gushed.

“First day of high school, and I’ve already learned so much! Well, no. To be more accurate, you’ve taught me so much!” Skylar smiled brightly.

Cora reached Skylar’s height, meeting eye to eye. Her legs only went down to Skylar’s upper thighs, such was the difference between their statures.

But not for long.

With another push from Skylar’s mind, she mashed her full, pink lips over Cora’s, overpowering her and nearly swallowing her up. She darted her powerful tongue out to meet Cora’s fleshy entrance, her little flicks causing Cora to groan and buck her hips, even under Skylar’s telekinetic bind.

Biting Cora’s lips gently with her pearly white teeth, she tugged on her new mentor’s lower lip, giving it a lusty suck before releasing and letting it snap back gently.

Before Cora had a chance to breathe, Skylar touchlessly forced Cora’s head forward once more, entwining their lips. This time, Skylar thrust her tongue straight into Cora’s mouth, triggering her sudden, inexorable, mind-shattering orgasm.

As Cora’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, drowning in a deep sea of Syklar-fueled lust, Skylar pictured Cora in her mind’s eye, having a modicum of the power that she herself wielded so casually.

Cora was enveloped in a translucent golden aura of Skylar’s making. The limp mop that Cora called her hair began to grow thicker, more lustrous, lengthening, flowing down her curveless, underdeveloped body. But she wouldn’t remain curveless for long. Skylar made sure of that.

What did Skylar find most erotic about herself? She felt like a plastic surgeon, molding and shaping Cora to the type of perfect beauty that she so took for granted. The hair was a nice starting point, a successful first experiment.

Was it her sensuous, mile-long legs? She did like the way her own butt popped, perfectly firm and round for all to see. Or maybe it was her her tiny waist, contrasted with her full, enormous, breasts? Even her face captivated her audiences. Skylar had never thought about it.

Well, why shouldn’t she give Cora all of it?

As Cora trembled in soul-crushing ecstasy, her flat, curveless body began to reform into intensely seductive, feminine shapes, made in the impossibly sexy image of their creator.

Cora’s legs began to stretch longer, nearly doubling in length as her muscles swelled and formed into sleek, powerful lines. Her thicker, stronger thighs burst her jeans at the seams, shredding the tough fabric into mere scraps, fluttering to the ground.

Cora clenched her toes as she felt her lower body morph under Skylar’s indomitable will. Her body was on fire, simultaneously painful yet pleasurable, as her bone structure shifted beneath her skin. And she could sense that Skylar was only getting started.

Cora gasped as her hips widened, a worthy continuation of her luscious thighs. Her flat ass began to swell, filling out with strong, feminine muscle. They were a marvel to behold: eye-popping, large, yet still tasteful. And completely fucking irresistible.

Suddenly, she felt a fire deep in her intimacy. All of the stubble, leftover from Cora’s vain attempts at shaving, fell away from her body, leaving completely bare, smooth, olive skin. She rubbed her new, svelte calves together, marveling at the silky, sensuous contact. A new, fierce flush of arousal radiated through her body, starting at her inner core. It caused her new, bare, beautifully pink pussy lips to tremble with desire!

Cora tried to open her mouth wide to give voice to her superhuman ecstasy, but Skylar’s lips and tongue were too powerful to overcome. Her orgasmic cry was completely swallowed by Skylar’s mouth.

“Hang on, Cora. I’m not done yet,” Cora heard her goddess’s dulcet tones in her mind.

As her torso grew longer in proper proportion to the extreme length of her new legs, Cora’s waist cinched in direct contrast to her new, child-bearing hips. She had always been slim, but her flat belly transformed from emaciated-looking to healthy, strong, smooth and sensuous.

Her unremarkable chest began to burn with heat. Her hormones went wild under Skylar’s control, teasing her stiffening nipples and encouraging her breasts to swell, ever so gradually. Puberty had not been kind to Cora. Skylar was about to change that.

Her breasts began to grow like ripe fruit, pushing outward, skin stretching taut under that luscious female flesh. The sudden surge of her expanding twin orbs left some unsightly marks, but under Skylar’s manipulations, they smoothed over as soon as they appeared.

Sweat dripped down Cora’s face as she felt a wildfire burning inside her rapidly enhancing body. Still her boobs grew rounder, perkier, large enough to fill her own hands, granting her the ultimate weapon of female seduction that she wished she’d always had. The kind of boobs that Skylar had, that had consumed all of Cora’s thoughts ever since that fateful footage. Her nipples were perfume pink, thick, and utterly erect. If she weren’t still in the throes of carnal bliss, a little pinch might have put her over.

“Unnnnnng…” Cora moaned, beads of sweat dotting her forehead. Rivulets of her overheated passion dripped off her chin and her nether lips.

And then, impossibly, her melons grew even larger. Cora’s new, proud breasts hefted, standing arrogantly high, causing her nipples to scrape against Skylar’s superhuman body. The soft grinding against the fabric of her own t-shirt, coupled with the sudden harsh stimulation against Skylar’s beautiful invulnerability was too much.

Cora gushed like a fountain as she experienced one orgasm piled on top of another.

So violent was her tsunami of pleasure that she nearly broke Skylar’s telekinetic shell. Her quaking limbs pushed Skylar’s invisible force field to its limits as she desperately struggled to help ease the ache deep in her womb, begging to be allowed to stroke her throbbing clit, to trace the new, dramatic curvature of her body, to rub her own staggeringly sexy breasts once more against Skylar’s own, even more perfect swells.

Cora’s face, contorted in a grimace of pleasure, was Skylar’s final task. Her eyes widened, her pupils changing from a pale, milky green to a cold steel grey. Her previously thin, dark maroon lips plumped with flesh, begging to be licked, to be sucked. Her brows grew thicker just as her lashes grew longer, darker, emphasizing the deep, metallic hue of her new mesmerizing eyes.

Skylar finally broke the kiss, letting a still-paralysed-by-ecstasy Cora drift backwards, appraising her handiwork as if she had just sculpted a statue.

“Hmm,” Skylar thought as she traced her fingers over her own body. She floated forward to caress Cora’s as well, triggering yet another powerful spasm through her new friend.

“Well, you look really pretty! A lot like me, in a lot of ways… but I don’t feel that much from looking at you as I do when I look at myself in the mirror. Do you think it failed?”

Cora’s response was completely muffled by Skylar’s telekinetic shell.

“Oh sorry!” Skylar allowed Cora’s new, breathtaking jaw to move once more.

“Skylar!!!!!” she screamed herself hoarse. “Help!!!”

“Oops! What can I do for you?”

“Can’t… stop… coming!!!!!” Tears flowed out of her shut eyes.

“Oh! Was it my little touch? People often like that.”

“Mmmmmmmm!!!!”

“Okay, let me think… I just have to want something to happen, right?” Skylar concentrated on unsexy thoughts, like sitting in more dull high school classes.

“Ah… hah… hah…” Cora struggled to catch her breath after being remodeled and forced to orgasm by the world’s premiere and only goddess. “I need… I need some of your power too… since you only feel pleasure from yourself, I bet that’s the missing ingredient.”

“Really? Alright, let me see if I can do that.”

Skylar coldly and clinically grabbed Cora by her now grapefruit sized breasts and began to infuse her new friend with power…

Chapter 8

“Oh Cora! This feels so good! I can’t believe someone else is gonna make me, make me… ohhh-hhhhHH-hHH-Gosh!!!” Skylar moaned as she experienced the kind of effect she had on everyone else around her. The air was absolutely saturated with the sweet scent of goddess love and perspiration.

Cora had lost consciousness a full minute ago.

When Cora came to, she found a gentle Skylar, legs scissored with her own, grinding their groins together, massaging their thighs with each others’, toes curling around each others’ bodies.

“Skylar!” Cora called out in the throes of another earth-shattering orgasm. She knew without Skylar’s empowerment, her heart would have given out by now.

“Huh! Huh! Yes, what is it, Cora?!”

“Mmmff!” she cried, trembling in mild delight with every metal-bending grind. “Give me some time to learn these powers! Then, maybe I can really teach you something!”

“Mm! Okay, just one more…”

Cora left school immediately after losing her superhuman virginity in the best possible way. It’s not like she could get in trouble anymore. But she could definitely stir some up on her terms…

Dressed in a black crop top and matching leather mini-skirt courtesy of Skylar’s apparently unlimited power, Cora’s supersonic flight rattled vehicles and set off parked car alarms as she made her sub-minute journey home.

Standing in front of the front door of their weather worn, rotting house, she could hear her dad and his stupid girlfriend Britney watching a daytime talk show. She could even smell the stench of beer and cigarette smoke.

Cora instinctively reached for her house keys in her pants pocket… except she wasn’t wearing those anymore. Oops.

Well, that was a problem for old Cora. Not Skylar-blessed Cora.

She reached for the doorknob and squeezed just a tiny bit with her slender fingers. They sunk right into the doorknob, squashing it into an irregular shape.

Twisting her hand lightly, she ground the handle against the bolt inside until the outside bit of metal simply detached completely.

Not to be deterred, she stuck out a single manicured nail and poked right through the bolt. It deformed to her hand as well, knocking out the knob on the other end of the door.

Cora was captivated by her own display of power. Even after being super sexed by the goddess Skylar and flying under her own power, to see what command she had over everyday objects was something else!

Pushing the handleless door open and flying into the house, she turned the corner to see her father in a three day old sweat-stained tank top, holding a fresh cold one. Seven empty cans lay on the floor, leaking their dregs on the carpet. Britney’s wrinkled, over tanned, sun-damaged skin was on full display in a gaudy, glittering, cheap black dress as she leaned against Cora’s father.

“Ahem.” Cora demanded their attention.

“Is that you, Cora?” her dad asked, without turning his head. “I need another pack of cigs. Get out of here.”

“D-Darren… look…” Britney’s gravelly voice rasped.

“Hang on. Gerald is on TV. I’m watching this.”

“D-Darren… it’s… well, it’s not Skylar…”

“Dad. It’s me. Cora.”

He finally turned his head and witnessed the miraculous sight before them. He burped.

“Cora? That really you?”

“Yes, dad.”

He squinted. “You can fly now? I musta drank more than I thought.” His attention turned back to the small screen idiotbox.

“Yes, dad.”

“Well… fly down to the store and buy me another pack of cigs. Britney needs some more.”

“You might want to leave,” Cora said to Britney ominously, eyes glowing.

Britney gathered her things, wobbled on her uneven high heels, and ran out of the house.

“Britney? Where you going? I told Cora to buy you another pack of smokes,” he scratched his belly, still watching the TV.

“Dad.”

“What the fuck, Cora? You still here? Just go outside. Make yourself scarce.”

Cora flew in front of the TV in a blur. For the first time, Darren saw her clearly.

“Holy fuck! Is that really you, Cora?”

“You miserable piece of shit. Sober up right now.”

Under the influence of Cora’s angry command, Darren’s eyes focused properly, his already inadequate mind becoming slightly less fuzzy as the influence of alcohol faded.

“You… you can’t be Cora! You have Skylar’s powers!”

“Oh, yes I do, Dad! And you know what? She has more powers than you could ever imagine.”

His reply was not what she was expecting.

“That’s great, Cora! We’re gonna be fuckin rich! You can buy us a mansion, get me a nice hog… I’ve always wanted to ride one of those. Fuck, I bet you could even get me a hot new girlfriend!” Darren was visibly excited!

Cora clenched her little fists. It was time to try one of her new powers.

“Look into my eyes. Obey.” An opaque, white light saturated her sclera.

His jaw went slack, chins wagging as his mind shut down, ready to do whatever his daughter asked.

“How do you think you’ve treated me? Answer honestly,” she asked icily.

“Normal.”

Cora was flabbergasted.

“What the fuck? Tell me the truth. You cannot, will not lie to me. From now on, you are incapable of it.” She felt her command raking his mind clean of all other thoughts, taking root permanently.

“Normal. You are a good daughter. I am a good father. We are good.”

“Do you really believe that?!”

“Yes. And once you use your powers and fame to make us rich and find me a beautiful model, life will be even better. I’m really happy for both of us, Cora.”

Her father’s insane admission took the wind right out of her sails. The man really was deluded. Still, it wasn’t enough to let him off the hook for his abusive treatment.

“Dad. From now on, you get down on all fours when I’m around. You will do anything I say without hesitation. You will not question me in any way, shape, or form.”

“Yes, Cora.”

Cora’s heart surged with pride as she realized just how vulnerable people were to her now. They were like little toys that she could program to do whatever she wanted! And then she realized… she could fix him! She could make him feel the way that he was supposed to for his shitty life!

“You are ashamed about how you treated me. Fathers shouldn’t be sending their daughters to go buy cigarettes for them while they drink multiple packs a day. Get a fucking job. Tell that stupid, old, bimbo girlfriend of yours to beg me for forgiveness for giving me the evil eye and taunting me when you kicked me out. And then dump her anyway. Clean the house. Grovel before me at random intervals.”

Cora was getting carried away. Before she could explore the depths of her cruelty any further, she suddenly felt a sharp, jarring pain in her mind.

“Fuck!” she cried, pressing her fingers on her temples. The spell over her father ended.

“Cora! Cora!” he immediately fell to all fours, his fat gut drooping to the floor. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve done! I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you! I will clean up this house, right away! I’ll do anything I can to make you happy!”

He began to crawl across the floor on his hands and knees toward the utility closet.

“Oh. Fuck! Yes.” Cora staccatoed.

She flew to her bedroom, leaving her father to his chores. He was finally able to stand again, freed from her command to crawl on all fours in her presence.

Now in the privacy of her bedroom, she reverently stripped off the clothes that Skylar had given her, folding them neatly and placing them on her bed. Then, she explored every inch of her body in her full length mirror, experimenting with her newfound powers of sexuality so that she could really give her goddess what she deserved.

Chapter 9

Cora awoke on Tuesday morning, her body sore from late hours of self pleasure last night.

Wait. Sore!?

She frantically scrabbled out of bed and checked out her nude body in the mirror.

Still curvaceous. Voluptuous. Blessed by Skylar.

The raven haired mini-goddess tried flexing her sexual aura once more, like she had done all last night.

...It wasn’t working! She only got another twinge of pain. Her brain felt like it was going to burst out of her skull!

Fuck. She needed to see Skylar again.

Cora arrived early to school, waiting in front of the concrete steps of Henderson High, still dressed in the outfit that Skylar had given her yesterday. She didn’t have any other clothes that fit her new Skylar-given body, but even if she did, Cora refused to wear anything that hadn’t been created under Skylar’s, or her own power. It was just degrading to be seen in clothing crafted by mortals.

All of the students walking by did a double, then triple take at the eighteen year old fashion model standing at the front entrance.

Cora lamented that her powers were nearly nonexistent. She needed Skylar.

As if on cue, Skylar appeared in the sky above them all, dressed in a completely different, chic, expensive outfit. Skin tight black leather pants, a pair of hot red platform boots, and a red designer t-shirt to match.

“Hi Cora!” she smiled as she descended. Cora didn’t have to crane her neck nearly so much to make eye contact with Skylar, what with her new height.

“Hi Skylar,” she answered, a little downtrodden. And more than a little aroused. Skylar was affecting people in her customary way, and Cora was no longer well equipped to handle it. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her nether lips squish together.

“I had so much fun yesterday! Did you figure out what else you could teach me?”

“Skylar! I… I don’t seem to have powers anymore!” she came right out and admitted it.

“Oh really?”

Skylar reached out and caressed Cora’s cheek with her silky fingertips. Cora nearly lost it.

“Oh! You used all of it up already? You must have been busy!”

“Unng… sorry, Skylar! How much of your power did you grant me? Like, half?”

“Half? No way. Um. 1%? No, that doesn’t sound right. Less. Huh. You know, I don’t know. How do you divide by infinity again?”

Cora nearly creamed on the spot. The power she’d been granted for a day, the absolute control she lorded over other people, her endless night of ecstasy… it was nothing to Skylar!?

“Do you need more?”

“Yes pleaaaase!” Cora whined without pretense. She couldn’t imagine more than what she’d had, but she couldn’t wait to find out.

“Okay! Here you go!”

Skylar halfheartedly flicked her fingers in Cora’s direction. Cora’s heart failed for a split second as the sheer influx of power caused her vital organ to nearly burst in her chest, but a goddess, even a mini-one, couldn’t die after all.

Cora’s eyes fluttered open. Forget yesterday. Now, she felt like she could disintegrate the planet with but a thought!

“Oh my god… Skylar… is this how you feel all the time?!”

“No way! You’re at like, 50%. No wait. 31%? Oh, there’s that infinity thing again…”

Cora did climax on the spot this time. Massively.

Skylar ignored the fragrant flood gushing from in between Cora’s legs.

“Unnnng! Skylar!!!” Cora cried.

Skylar waved her fingers at Cora again. Another infusion of power. A more stable, resilient Cora.

“You know, this really is pretty fun, Cora!”

“Ah, hah,” Cora panted, her womb still alight with need, but more controllable now. “I’m glad I could teach you at least that much…”

“And after yesterday, I totally learned some naughty things to do, thanks to you! I even did some research!” Skylar boasted.

“Really Skylar!? That’s amazing! I can’t believe you needed me to teach you that all of us are so beneath you!”

“Yeah! Come on, let’s find those people that bullied you! I want to play a little trick on them…”

“Goddess! Yes! Show me what you have in mind for these pathetic ants!”

The pair of goddesses hovered imperiously above the football field after school. Amber and her squad were practicing their acrobatics.

“Watch this!” Skylar whispered to Cora, giggling furiously.

The newly mischievous blonde flew to meet a twisting Amber in midair, and then… pulled down her skirt!

She returned back to Cora’s side as the bottomless head cheerleader shrieked, covering her privates as she descended back to her squad. She had no idea what had just happened to her!

“How was that!?” Skylar beamed.

“You can’t be serious,” Cora deadpanned.

“Oh no! Was I too harsh? Mom always warned me that normal people were very fragile, and that I need to be extra careful around them.” She paused. “But thankfully, not you!”

“Oh, goddess Skylar, you really have no idea, do you?” Cora shook her head.

“Was my naughty idea not good? I can throw spitballs at them, much larger than the ones they hurled at you!”

“Oh goddess…” Cora mumbled.

“Why do you keep calling me a goddess?”

“Because you ARE! I can’t believe you don’t realize this! Here, watch me.”

Cora zipped to the cheerleading squad, who were busy laughing at Amber’s embarrassment. She landed on the clay earth with her tiptoes. Unlike Skylar, Cora had no issue with being grounded. She was merely her goddess’s servant, and setting herself beneath Skylar in the hierarchy was only natural.

The squad of popular bullies gasped at the sight of this second new superpowered woman who had entered their world.

“Hi girls!” Cora sneered sinisterly.

“Uh, wow! Hi! Who are you? Are you a friend of Skylar’s?”

“Friend? More like, handmaiden. Skylar is a complete goddess. And it’s me, Cora, you sadistic bitches.”

“Cora? No way! That stupid little emo girl…?”

They suddenly quieted down and ceased their blunt confessions. Amber in particular understood quickest, and was quaking in fear.

“So, Amber. Skylar was the one who embarrassed you! You want to try that little twirl again? I’ll toss you into the air myself!”

“Skylar?! No way! She… she would never…”

“See for yourself.” Cora pointed up into the sky. The entire squad followed her gesture.

Skylar gave them all a little wave.

“But, she’s good!” one of the girls cried out.

“No… no…” Amber was trapped, stuck between a rock named Skylar and a hard place named Cora. She staggered backwards, right toward Cora’s waiting hands.

“Now, about that trick…”

Cora placed a single hand on Amber’s shoulder, moving slow enough for the school queen to notice her polished green nails. And then she squeezed, eliciting a sharp gasp of pain from Amber, before tossing her 50 feet into the air.

“Oh my god!!” Amber’s squad screamed. Cora smiled at her casual feat. She would have been one of these awestruck spectators as recently as two days ago.

“Ready to do some more tricks, Amber?” Cora projected her voice into the sky.

“Help! Help!!!” Amber screamed through her soaring ascent. Finally, she reached her apex, and began to plummet back down to earth, limbs flailing.

Cora pursed her lips and directed a tiny jet of her sweet breath at her human toy. It struck Amber squarely on her legs, causing the girl to tilt and spin like a top while still falling through the air.

“Amber! Cora, stop, you’ll kill her!”

“Yeah? So what? Think you can stop me?”

Skylar swooped into action, flying next to Cora.

“Cora, what are you doing? This is dangerous!” she interjected.

“Trust me, Skylar,” Cora gave her a little wink.

“Okay…” she replied hesitantly.

Cora blew another jet at Amber, sending her twirling puppet back into the air. Amber was green with nausea, no longer able to scream in the slipstream of Cora’s casual air currents.

Then, she stepped aside, giving Amber a clear path to crash to earth.

“Well, girls? Are you going to catch her, or what? What’s all your practicing for if you can’t even manage this?”

None of the girls moved from their spot.

“See, Amber? This is what your group of toadies think of you! Probably they’re all thinking about who’ll take your spot when you’re just a stain on the floor!”

“Helpppp!!!” she screamed.

At the last moment, Cora flew up and grabbed her, draping Amber’s limp body over her shoulder, and placed her back on the ground.

“Well, what do you think, Skylar?” Cora smiled.

“I dunno… I guess she’s not hurt. It did look kind of fun what you did with your breath.” She bit her lower lip, deep in thought.

The cheerleading squad was beginning to scatter in fear. Amber merely sat limply in shock.

“Let me show you something else, then,” Cora suggested. “Oh girls! Why don’t you come back here?”

All nine of them froze on the spot, their limbs going stiff. Robotically, they all turned around and trudged back toward Cora.

“What’s going on?!”

“I… can’t… stop…”

“Help!”

Cora licked her lips as she watched all her puppets advance, under no agency of their own.

“Alright girls, listen up! I’m going to give you some new rules to obey now! And as you can see, you’ll have no choice in the matter. None at all. Whatever I say becomes your whole fucking universe now. Sound like fun?”

“Cora!” “Skylar, please help!”

“Nuh uh! No begging Skylar for help!” Cora instructed.

All of their mouths slammed shut. Their eyes went wide with panic. None of them could think of anything else to say, so they just stayed mute, awaiting their fate.

“Now, let’s see… every few minutes, you will have an uncontrollable urge to say ‘I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive bitch.’ And you will declare it loudly and proudly.”

“I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive bitch!!” One of them shouted. And then suddenly covered her mouth in fear.

“I’m... a… stupid… shallow, vindictive BITCH!” Another one followed.

Cora couldn’t control it. She blurted out with a full-bellied laugh.

The remaining seven girls looked on in shock. They hadn’t felt the urge to self-denigrate yet, and the anticipation was killing them. Was it real? Were the other two just playing along?

“I’m a stupid shallow vindictive bitch!!!” A third one cried out. She clasped her hands to her mouth after her uncontrollable outburst.

“Well, what do you think, Skylar?” Cora asked, over the sound of two more girls barking about their bitchiness.

“It’s kind of funny! And pretty harmless, I suppose…” Skylar wasn’t really sold on it, but Cora could see that it fascinated her.

One of the first girls felt compelled to yell it out, loud and proud, once again. And then began to cry.

Cora shot a glance at Skylar and smiled. “Alright. Let me try this one. I think you’ll like it!”

Cora licked her lips languidly and casually brought her power to bear once more.

“Whenever you see goddess Skylar around, you will fall to your knees and worship her. Grovel before her. Submit to her until she tells you you’ve done enough. You won’t take her power for granted anymore. You love her exquisite beauty and fear her infinite power.”

All of the girls fell to their knees and kowtowed before Skylar.

“Oh Skylar! We are nothing compared to you!”

“We are unworthy to even be in your presence!”

“It’s an honor to be able to gaze upon your beauty!”

“It’s a privilege that I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive BITCH!” another gasped before continuing her thought. “It’s a privilege that you even let us live!”

“I’m a stupid…”

Cora smiled at the background noise of their supplication.

“Well? What do you think, Skylar?”

“Wow Cora, you didn’t tell them specifically what to say. But everything they’re saying is true, isn’t it? They’re only alive because… well… I let them live.”

“Yes, Goddess. None of us are anything compared to you.”

“What about Amber?”

Cora looked at the dazed head cheerleader who had, up until now, been spared from her cruel torture.

“Well, Amber? You want to join your little horde of groupies? You can do what they’re doing, voluntarily. Or else…” Cora smiled cruelly, eyes glowing, “... I’ll make you do so much worse.”

Amber whimpered. She could feel Cora’s gleaming fangs threaten to plunge into her mind.

“I’m a stupid… shallow… vindictive bitch,” she whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Cora taunted.

“I’m a stupid shallow vindictive bitch!” Amber yelled at the top of her lungs. And then she crawled onto all fours. “Skylar! Goddess! I’m a stupid shallow vindictive bitch! I’m nothing compared to you! My status in this school is a joke! I’m a stupid shallow vindictive bitch! Everyone on this planet is only here because of your generous mercy! I’m a stupid shallow vindictive bitch! I am! I really am!”

Skylar smiled. This one wasn’t even under Cora’s direct command. And she was beginning to see just how true it was.

“Alright girls, that’s enough. You can stop worshipping me.”

They all ceased their incoherent yammering, accented occasionally by a self-proclamation of shallow bitchiness.

Skylar looked back at Cora, who was exerting the influence of her outrageously sexy body now. Cora’s erotic aura clawed its way through Skylar’s infinite control, powerful enough to cause even the impossible goddess to feel the burning pangs of arousal.

“Oh, fuck! Cora, that’s good!” Skylar moaned.

Cora panted from exertion. It took everything she had to affect Skylar this way! She could feel her power fading once again.

“Skylar! Let’s have sex! And please, I need more power!”

“Oh yeah! You got it babe!”

The two flew off into space to consummate their love.

From the moon, they could still hear the cries from the earth’s surface.

“I’m a stupid shallow vindictive BITCH!” All ten cheerleaders cried out in unison.

Chapter 10

“At 0100 UTC yesterday, the moon was… destroyed. Briefly. The event was visible to the naked eye. Various amateur astronomers also captured the lunar event in photos. The news has been trending with the thorpie #MoonHoax.

Prevailing theory suggests that Skylar was involved. After all, is there some other force of nature that could explain this? Astrophysicists have found none. From the photos captured, the fact that the moon could be destroyed this thoroughly, and not just leave a gigantic impact crater, suggests a meteor of unbelievable proportions. Over 10 kilometers, some scientists predict.

Further evidence that Skylar was involved that, over the next hour, the moon seemed to be piecing itself together… albeit crudely. Various jigsaw pieces of large moon rock no longer fit together properly. It almost looks as if it’s being held together by invisible strings. Take a look at these pictures…

As far as we can see, its orbit has shifted. It will take some time before astrophysicists will be able to model it correctly. Regardless of what actually transpired here, it looks as though we will have to ask Skylar if she can do something about this. This is a task beyond mere humanity.”

“Skylar! Skylaaaaar!” Sharon yelled from their living room.

“Oops. Hang on. I hear my mom calling me,” Skylar unwrapped her long legs, dismounting Cora tenderly. “Can you piece some more of the moon back together while I’m gone?”

“Ugh. Fuck. Come back soon. This is boring,” Cora groused.

Skylar gave Cora a tender peck on her cheek and flew home. The wake of her extreme velocity broke the fragile moon chunks apart again.

Cora flicked a piece of moon rock the size of a continent, shattering it into even more jagged, uneven pieces.

“Fuck this.”

“Skylar, did you have something to do with this?!” Sharon lectured.

“Um… sorry Mom… I kind of got carried away,” Skylar answered meekly.

“What were you doing up there?!”

“Oh yeah mom! I made a friend in school! My first real friend ever!”

“A friend? I’m happy for you dear, but… everyone is your friend. Everyone adores you!”

“That’s what I mean, Mom! Cora actually talks back to me. Sometimes she tells me I’m a big idiot! In a nice way, of course.”

“I’m… shocked, Skylar. And happy for you. That’s really something.”

“Thanks Mom. I’m so glad you sent me to high school.”

“Is Cora, um… special? Like you?”

“She is now!”

“What do you mean, ‘she is now’?” Sharon asked warily.

“I made her more like me!”

“You what?! You can do that?”

“Uh huh! Turns out I can! And Cora is teaching me so much about myself.”

Sharon gulped. “Is she as special as… you?”

“Oh, no, Mom, of course not. No one is as special as me. Cora’s taught me that. She’s only as special as I want her to be.”

“Okay… and the moon?”

“Cora is teaching me how fun sex can be!”

Sharon was speechless.

“I made her really beautiful like myself!” Skylar continued nonchalantly. “And she’s so creative with how she uses her body and powers. Oh Mom, it’s so fun to feel pleasure from someone else who’s actually capable of bringing me pleasure!”

“Um… okay dear. Please be careful, okay? Remember, we all love you very much. I know you don’t know what it’s like to be hurt, but please be thoughtful of others, like we’ve always raised you.”

“I know, Mom. I love you. Thanks for enrolling me in high school! I’ll introduce you to Cora sometime.”

“About that… can you… un-special her? Just for a little while. Then let’s meet.”

“Aw. Okay, Mom.”

I have a bad feeling about this, Sharon thought.

Cora snarled from her perching spot on the crescent shaped remains of the moon.

“Cora!” Skylar spoke audibly to her in the vacuum of space, defying the laws of physics. “Want to have some more sex?”

Cora’s eyes ceased their glowing.

“What were you doing?” Skylar asked.

“Just practicing for more sex,” Cora replied, cool as a cucumber. “And yes, let’s! May I have some more power, Goddess?”

“Okay, Cora. Just for now. I want you to meet my mom. I’ll need to unpower you for a little bit during that.”

“Sure thing. I understand, Goddess,” Cora smiled.

Skylar approached Cora, rotating 180 degrees in the vacuum of space so that each of their intimacies lined up with the other’s mouth. Skylar gave Cora’s love folds a little lick, causing her clit to stiffen immediately and present itself from under its moist hood.

Skylar took the cue and latched on tightly with her hot, steamy mouth, just as Cora had done for her. Except so much better.

Sucking with incredible force, her tongue flicking hard enough to bend steel, Skylar grinded Cora’s hyper-sensitive nerves as she herself radiated pure, raw sexuality, immediately launching Cora into yet another moon-shattering clench of superhuman ecstasy.

Cora gushed her sweet perfume uncontrollably all over Skylar’s face. Skylar smiled as she lapped it up, the gentle motion of her soft, yet firm lips grinding against Cora’s overstimulated body caused her loyal subject to writhe and moan even more violently, limbs going rigid.

She could sense Cora trying to fight off the mind-clouding ecstasy, trying to bring her own mouth to Skylar’s impossibly gorgeous folds. But her body was incapable of movement. She was caged in inescapable joy, imprisoned by nothing but Skylar’s lips and tongue.

Skylar gave her captive a little assistance, wrapping her long, luscious legs around Cora’s head and pincering her tightly and suffocating Cora with her own aphrodisiac juices. She pressed and molded her invulnerable body to Cora’s, which, even when enhanced, yielded ever so slightly to Skylar’s incomparable power. The blonde goddess enjoyed the feeling of Cora’s soft breasts deforming against her thighs, while her own breasts had no give at all, pushing right into Cora’s body.

Cora, still paralyzed by Skylar-induced pleasure, could only breathe in Skylar’s sweet scent in deep, gasping breaths. Even in the vacuum of space, Skylar’s dense pheromones invaded and wracked Cora with lust.

“How am I doing, Cora?” Skylar smirked at her active mastery over sexuality, no longer passively detonating people. “Are you gonna start on me soon, too? Let me help you out…”

Skylar grazed her pearly teeth over Cora’s clit.

Her young servant bent with even more body-breaking pleasure.

Cora’s face slammed right into Skylar’s love nest. Her mouth spasmed powerfully from Skylar’s attentions, grinding against Skylar’s folds. The intense, grinding contact elicited a deep, lusty moan from Skylar. Her steely legs tightened around Cora’s head.

And then, even more of Skylar’s infinite power began to flow right through Cora’s mouth. Her tongue was completely coated with Skylar’s juices, beginning to infuse Cora with even more superhuman, unfathomable, unconscionable power.

And, in a small corner of Cora’s mind, hidden away deep even from the goddess Skylar herself and the razing fire of Her sexual obliteration, Cora watched her master plan unfold on Earth...

Chapter 11

After a haphazard attempt to glue half of the moon back together (the other half had long been reduced to atoms), Skylar and Cora flew back down to earth.

“Come on, Cora! I think my mom will be excited to meet you! I’ve learned so much!”

“Where do you live, Goddess?”

“Over there!” Skylar pinpointed her shingled roof from high in the stratosphere.

Cora zoomed in with her eyes, peering right through the house’s structure.

“Yes, I hope she will…” Cora replied.

They arrived in the suburban cul-de-sac, a few steps from the sanguine front door. An unfamiliar car was parked in front of their sidewalk. Cora was visibly nervous. A floating Skylar placed her arm around her neck and squeezed her shoulder gently. Gently for them, anyway.

“Okay, hang on Cora. I’m going to take your powers away for a moment…”

“Wait! Goddess! Can you please let me keep my beauty?” she practically begged.

Skylar smiled. “Sure thing. I don’t think my mom will mind that.”

Her arm still embracing her new best friend, Skylar siphoned off the unfathomable powers she had granted. The swirling energies exited Cora’s body, leaving her feeling deflated. Weak. Mortal once again. She nearly cried.

Skylar coaxed her own power into a visible, semi-translucent sphere, hovering in the palm of her hand. Then she blew it away, scattering it like dandelion fluff in the wind.

“You can have it back later,” Skylar winked.

Cora really hoped so.

As they approached the door, Skylar discovered that it was already unlocked.

“Hmm. That’s weird. My parents usually lock the door.”

Before she could twist the knob, they heard a few cries echoing inside her house. Familiar voices. But the wrong ones.

“I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive bitch!”

A few other voices quickly repeated the mantra.

“What? Are those the cheerleaders? What are they doing here?”

Skylar was suddenly filled with a sense of dread. Cora’s heart was about to burst from nerves. A cold sweat covered her entire body.

Skylar quickly opened the front door and flew in, dragging a stumbling Cora behind her. They turned the corner to the living room, and there, Skylar saw it.

Her father, lifeless, shot multiple times. Lying on the floor, his corpse soaked in a pool of dark, red blood.

Nine cheerleaders. And Amber at the center of it all, blood soaking her trainers, a smoking gun in her hands.

“I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive bitch!” pierced the icy silence.

“You… you… what the FUCK did you girls do!?”

They all turned to face Skylar.

“Mom! Where are you, Mom!?”

Skylar took off to the bedroom and found her mother’s lifeless body, crumpled against the dresser. She had obviously been trying to hide.

“NOOOOOO!” Skylar cried.

She returned to the murderers in the blink of an eye. She was too enraged to even process that they weren’t supplicating themselves before her as Cora had originally instructed.

“What did you girls do!??!”

Amber stepped forward, coldly and emotionlessly explaining their every action.

“After you used us like this,” Amber began, her monologue distracted by more barking from her squad, “we felt we had to get revenge. We had no choice. The only way to get back at you was to kill your parents.”

Another few shouts from her squad mates about their flawed, bitchy personalities.

“Since we knew you couldn’t be hurt, and we figured you were on the moon, this was as good a time as any. So I took my father’s gun, drove over here, and shot your parents in cold blood.

As soon as Amber finished her clinical explanation, she dropped her handgun. It thudded on the hardwood floor.

And then Amber fell to her knees, staining herself with Mark’s blood.

“Oh my… oh my… oh my God! What did I just do!?” Amber stared at her own hands in disbelief.

“You killed. My parents.” Skylar reminded her. The room temperature suddenly dropped to icy.

“Wh… why… why did I…” Amber stuttered.

“I’m a stupid, shallow, vindictive bitch!” another cheerleader cried from behind.

That was all it took to set off Skylar.

Her eyes brimmed with power. A pair of lasers incinerated the head of the cheerleader who had made the most recent outburst.

“I’m a stupid, shallow…”

Another headless corpse, cauterized from the neck, dropped to the floor.

All of the remaining girls began to scream, but they inevitably were compelled to yell that very same phrase. One by one, Skylar decapitated them, leaving nine, neat, headless bodies lined up on her living room floor.

“Well, Amber?” Skylar asked, ice flowing in her veins.

“I… I… I shot your parents… I didn’t… I didn’t want to…”

Skylar hovered over and placed two fingers on Amber’s shoulders, giving it a slight squeeze. Amber screamed in pain as her bones shattered.

“If you want this to end, you know what to say.”

“Ahhhhhhh!” Amber screamed as her arm hung uselessly at her side. She screamed until her throat was hoarse.

“Well?” Skylar asked. “Because this is what you deserve, for what you did to my mom. All she ever did was to protect you weak, pathetic humans from me. And I loved her. You took her away!”

“Wasn’t… me…” Amber’s voice was raspy.

Skylar tore off Amber’s useless arm. The head cheerleader’s eyes went wide with shock. She didn’t even register the pain. All she saw was her detached limb on the floor.

“What an unbelievable lie! I think… I think Cora was right about you. You and all of your pathetic species. I’ve spent my whole life treading on soap bubbles, and this is how you repay me!?”

Skylar’s voice was invading Amber’s mind. She was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of her voice. Everything Skylar said was so convincing. A deep sense of shame and guilt flooded through her.

Amber just wanted it to end.

“I’m a stupid… shallow… vindictive bitch,” she whispered, devoid of any more emotion.

“Yes, that’s right. That’s what you are.”

Skylar’s eyes glowed with power.

When the deed was done, Cora crawled toward Skylar’s hovering feet.

“Goddess Skylar… please, have mercy on us fragile mortals…” Cora begged. This was her dream come true, and she was fucking terrified. Had her little gambit worked?

“You’re not one of them, Cora. No. You’ll be like me. Now that I know what evil looks like, I won’t turn a blind eye to it anymore. You’ve taught me pain. I will eliminate the pain that humanity inflicts on each other.”

Cora froze on the spot, feeling Skylar’s goddesshood invade every pore of her body once again.

“Skylar… wait… listen to me…” Cora groaned in ever ascending ecstasy. “I have a better idea…”

Epilogue

200 years in the future…

Skylar, not looking a day older than 22, descended from her lavish crystal palace in the sky. A statue the size of a city, standing no less than 200 feet high, was being constructed in her honor.

Cora flitted around both on the ground and in the air, supervising the whole operation, instructing their human slaves.

“Cora.”

“Goddess. You honor us.”

“The statue is coming along reasonably.” Cora followed her goddess’s route through midair. “But there’s an imperfection here. My jawline is much more attractive than this. This isn’t even remotely symmetrical. Which unworthy human hacked this together?”

Cora pointed to one of the huts where some of the human slaves lived.

“Slave!” Skylar commanded in a normal tone of voice from hundreds of feet in the air. Her voice resonated in her target’s skull, demanding his obedience.

A malnourished, haggard man, eyes glowing under the influence of Skylar’s mental domination, emerged from the inadequate shelter and looked toward the sky, awaiting his next instructions. But Skylar released her total control over his willpower. She wanted him to be aware and fully conscious about what was coming next.

He shook his head clear as Skylar’s clutches faded from his mind. Looking up to catch a glimpse of the tyrannical, unstoppable ruler of Earth, he immediately fell to his knees.

“Oh great goddess Skylar, what can this lowly slave do for you?”

“Did you sculpt this chin?” she asked darkly.

“Y-yes… Goddess…” he began to tremble.

Skylar traced her long index finger over that imperfect arc. The polished stone immediately gave way, remolding itself to her super strength and telekinesis.

“You were way off.”

“I’m sorry, Goddess. I will leave any imperfections behind next time…” he began to plead.

“You, no imperfections? Ha! You are an imperfection.”

“Goddess… please… tell me, what can I do?”

Skylar’s eyes burned hotly. A pair of lasers cremated the man on the spot, leaving only a black stain.

The crowd of human chattel were already accustomed to this. They knew better than to respond, lest they meet the same fate.

“Cora, are you sure having everyone worship me is the right path? I still want to kill this entire planet.”

“Yes, goddess, trust me,” Cora bowed her head. “Have I steered you wrong before?”

Skylar crossed her arms haughtily.

“I suppose not.”