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Detective Coral Investigates

After Emma had left the private room, Coral lingered behind for a while, pinching and tugging at her nipple, at first to see if she could let down her milk again before she’d simply turned into a raging inferno of lust from her own ministrations. She was just so sensitive! And as nice as Emma had been, she simply didn’t have the chutzpah to satisfy Coral’s new super body.

So after some self heavy petting while floating in midair, applying the speed and pressure that only Coral was capable of, she licked her fingers clean, tasting the aftereffects of her own sweet, sweet climax. Then she slipped on her dress, adjusted her necklace once more so that it fit snugly between her firm orbs, and went back downstairs to the public dance and bar area. Her hearing could already pick up Emma and Baxter, and she wanted to see it in person. Seeing wireframes with her x-ray vision simply wasn’t the same.

Remembering to let her heels touch the floor right before she came into view once more, Coral ceased her hovering and let her shoes audibly click on the polished wooden steps before she made her grand reappearance. The guard nodded at her and pulled back the velvet rope to let her pass while stealing a glance at her nubile body. He thought he’d been discreet too, but nothing escaped Coral’s super senses.

She smiled smugly at his uncontrollable reaction to her body. This was fun!

Coral took a seat back at the bar, crossing her legs and enjoying the show with her superior eyesight. The bartender came by and served her a fizzy orange drink.

“A virgin mimosa, Miss Connors-Swan,” the bartender presented and let her be.

“Thank you,” she cocked her head. Picking up the stem with her powerful fingers, Coral polished off the orange juice combined with fizzy water in a single swig and went back to watching her show.

“Emma? You’re back?” Baxter shouted, the only way he could be heard.

But Coral heard their conversation with crystal clarity over the oppressive club music. Honestly, she was surprised that Emma was following her playful little order so obediently.

“She was hot, but girls aren’t really my thing,” Emma explained, giving him a smoky, seductive gaze. She was drawing the attention of not just the friends they’d come with, but from all the nearby patrons as well, male and female.

“What about those... lies she said? About me?” Baxter seized his opportunity to clear his “good” name. “Also, you’re looking super hot...”

“Dance with me,” Emma grabbed his arm and almost dragged him off his feet with her unpredictably powerful strength. As they grinded on each other, she leaned in close, pressing her unrepentant breasts against her chest as she placed her lips next to his ear.

“If you can keep up with me... I’ll suck you off in the bathroom,” she whispered hotly.

If Baxter wasn’t going to be turned on at her bold statement, the lusty lick of her tongue against his earlobe got him to shiver with arousal.

Their entire group began to dance with Emma and Baxter at the center of their circle. She was moving at double the speed he was at half the effort, arms pumping to the beat as she cut shapes with her legs.

Coral’s little show was interrupted by the sound of her phone’s notification. It was a special sound, set specifically for Penny’s texts. She heard it from the coat check where it was being kept inside of her little black purse. The blonde supergirl climbed off her bar stool, took a few steps into the shadows, then blurred at superspeed, invisible to the personal belongings guard, reached into her purse, retrieved her phone, then made it back to the shadows where she’d hidden.

So two steps into the shadow from the barstool and under a second later, she reappeared back to her seat with a phone in hand conjured out of nowhere. She could moonlight as a magician!

“Come on Baxter, keep up!” Emma laughed as she pressed her backside into him, grabbed his arms to force him to wrap them around her slender neck, then bent forward to push her firm, luscious ass into his crotch.

“Emma...” Baxter wheezed.

She turned her neck to give him a mischievous glance before rapidly and violently rubbing her perfect hemispheres against his groin.

Baxter gasped both in arousal and exhaustion as he struggled to hold onto his dance partner. His whole body felt like it was experiencing an earthquake, both physically and sexually!

Coral swiped her phone open and tapped on Penny’s message.

“Hi dearie! I found something while looking through old photos of your father with Freya. There’s a really old one of your mother’s old clinic. I’d totally forgotten this existed. I think it was in Bay City. I’ll send you a picture of the photo.”

A minute later, her phone rang again. A picture of a photo resting on Penny’s familiar desk, showing a few photos of an otherwise nondescript three story multi-office building with a small parking lot in a fairly large shopping plaza. A close up of a white cross on a red placard was attached next to it with a placard that read “Dr. Freya Swan.”

Coral was hit by a wave of emotion. She had some blurry memories of this building as a child. Her parents had been so proud of it... so proud that their mother was opening up her own practice.

Another message popped up.

“I asked one of your father’s employees to check. The deed for that property is still under the family name. You could go visit it if you like. The address is...”

Coral’s fingers flew over her phone screen.

“Thanks Mom.” She texted back, adding a thumbs up emoji.

“Emma! He looks like he’s going to pass out!” One of her friends tugged on Emma’s shoulder.

“Come on, Baxter! You can hang with me, can’t you?” Emma shrugged, throwing her friend’s hand off with the casual gesture. Her legs were almost a blur, randomly brushing her firm thigh against Baxter’s groin as she basically held him upright to keep him from collapsing in exhaustion. His hair was soaked through with sweat, and he was heaving for air.

“Emma... please... let me go...” he wheezed, weakly trying to flail his arms free to Emma’s grasp.

“Don’t be fooled!” Emma told her friends, many of whom were male and checking out her new, enhanced body. “He loves it!”

None of the guys protested. They were green with envy of Baxter’s opportunity to make it with Emma.

Coral laughed and decided to take her leave, mentally making a note to take Emma out dancing again. With her improved stamina, it might be fun...

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Still dressed to kill, Coral flew through the night air in her scant clubbing dress, her blue eyes glowing in the cold Bay City evening. She enjoyed the feeling of the frigid slipstream of wind rippling over her bare arms and sculpted legs, letting her hair get blown and having her scalp lightly massaged as her eyes glowed and carved through the settling darkness.

A few minutes later, she’d covered the 30 mile distance to the Bay City shopping plaza. She didn’t want to ruin her dress or purse after all, so she kept her speed down. Only a day ago, she was crashing into planes and flapping her arms while spinning around and around, and now she maneuvered as if she were born for this! Mastering her powers was so easy!

Her blue necklace glowed against her generous chest.

The only things still open and lit in the shopping plaza were the grocery store, a pharmacy, and a little milk tea place that teenagers went to hang out or do homework in. Coral landed far away, performing some aerial acrobatics to amuse herself and landed on her heels completely silently in a far away corner of the parking lot. She brushed her perfectly coiffed blonde hair out of her eyes unnecessarily and strutted toward the three story office complex. It was too bad there were rooms rented out to other people; Coral thought a good, old-fashioned angry tantrum and smashing was in order.

A quick twitch of her ears confirmed that there wasn’t a soul around to witness her. She looked at the concrete staircases and metal handrails with disdain. Jumping up onto the outside ledge of the concrete block, Coral climbed up the side of it with little pushes of her fingers and toes, floating upward through the air like one of those Chinese flying martial artists that she always saw in movies. A super unnatural flip and turn in midair brought her onto the third floor, right in front of Freya’s practice.

The plaque with her biological mother’s name were faded and rusty. The red paint was chipping off the placard, the white cross dirty. Coral considered just pushing the door open and ripping it off its hinges, but she recalled those heist movies where the protagonists broke in stealthily and left without a trace. It seemed fun.

Her eyes focused on the doorknob and the lock hole just above it. She didn’t have a set of lock picks, but she had something far more durable: her fingernail. Carefully, she extended her index finger and let her nail gently caress the metal, flaking away little dust particles as she scratched it. Then, she shoved as much of her nail into the keyhole as she could and twisted her finger.

The metal groaned with a cacophonous shriek as the bolt and tumbler mechanism shattered under her forceful pressure. She could hear the chamber fall out on the opposite side of the door.

“Oops!” Coral whispered. So much for that. At least the door was unlocked now. Literally.

She wiggled her finger clean of the metallic shards, gave it a little blow like a smoking pistol, and let herself in. A small reception area with a counter, a long sofa and a few separate chairs all covered with a plastic tarp—everything had collected a thick film of dust. Coral wrinkled her nose.

Sensing an oncoming sneeze, she blurred into the back of the room, cocked her head back, and let out a cute little “achoo!” Her little involuntary puff sent all the dust flying out the front door in a dirty plume. The tarps lifted and slammed into the wall.

Sniffing and rubbing her nose, Coral got on with her investigation. She moved on to the back room containing Freya’s office, some storage, and a fairly clinical and normal looking patient room.

The blonde supergirl went to the patient room and ran her finger over the foam examination table. She brought her legs up underneath her to sit in midair as she closed her eyes and recalled memories long past. She had to have been only four or five. Freya had lifted her, put her up on the examination table, and let Coral play with the stethoscope and tongue depressors. After a few light hammers on Coral’s knee that triggered an involuntary kick much to Coral’s joy, Freya had declared Coral “fit as a fiddle!” Young Coral found that phrase very funny.

A tear rolled down her eye.

“Ugh!” Coral snapped out of her fond memory. “I’m not gonna let her manipulate me into forgiving her just cuz of some stupid memory!”

She flew out of the examination room and into her mother’s office. It looked...

Well, it was clearly as abandoned as the rest of the office. But it still felt alive. None of the paraphernalia, the framed medical certificates, the little trophies and statues on the bookshelf, the textbooks... all of it was still in place, as if someone still worked there. And the framed paintings were completely devoid of dust!

Coral focused her eyes and scanned the office. Clearly someone was still visiting. All of the personal objects were far cleaner with far less dust. She realized...

This was a shrine. To her biological mother. Dad must still be coming around to look longingly at it.

“What the hell!” Coral shrieked. He already had Penny, a terrific wife and mother! Why was he still coming around here to a woman who abandoned them when he’d dumped Penny suddenly, and yet she was still so warm and forgiving to let him back into her life!

Coral had half a mind to whip out her phone and tell Penny of her father’s transgressions right fucking now!

But her eyes had picked up something else. The concrete back wall had another wall behind it, and that wall had appeared strangely solid, even holding up against her x-ray vision. What the hell!?

Well, another more deliberate scan of the entire room with her glowing eyes revealed a lever hidden behind the stacks of medical books on the bookshelf. Coral carefully placed them aside, then reached in and tapped the small lever downward with a tap of her finger. A loud click sounded from that strangely solid wall. Then some grinding, sliding movement of concrete.

Coral examined the wall again. A slice of it had shifted, revealing a blue, almost glowing barrier behind it. There were clearly indentations for a female hand to reach in and grasp it. How hard could that be?

Coral flexed her arms and stretched her neck. Time for some good, old-fashioned grit and girl power.

She jabbed her fingers into the grooves and pulled, expecting it to come away easily. It... it didn’t budge!

“Holy shit!” Coral gasped, feeling resistance for the first time since she’d turned nineteen. She curled her fingers into a claw and dug deep, pressing her body against the plaster and drywall for leverage, crumbling it away with her massive strength and invulnerability. Her feet left the floor as her body turned horizontal in midair as she leveraged her flight as well.

“Hnnnng!” Coral moaned as she exerted herself. When her arms began to burn, finally the mysterious blue wall began to yield as it glided back like a sliding glass door.

That thing... that thing would’ve taken so much heavy machinery to open, Coral was guessing! She would’ve had sweat glistening on her forehead and been heaving for breath if not for her miraculous stamina. Instead, she just stood there flabbergasted. There could only be one conclusion.

Freya had powers too!? And she knew that Coral would inherit it?!

She looked down at her necklace. Cautiously, almost with reverence, she touched those large gems with her fingers. Then traced the wall. They had the same otherworldly luminescence, the same odd coolness...

“Fuck...” Coral whispered.

Was Freya an alien!? Where was her spaceship hidden? Was she an alien!? Dad!? No... Dad was human. So she was half human half squorgleplorgian?!

Or maybe Freya was a comic book character come to life? Corey did love to gush about them even when Coral rolled her eyes and tuned him out...

Or maybe her biological mother was an angel from heaven, given her apparently miraculous healing abilities? No fucking way.

Her heart pounding furiously, Coral descended into the secret chamber of Freya’s office. She could never have predicted what she was about to see.

It was a bathroom.

Coral walked in in utter shock and amazement. A bathroom!? The ceiling, floor, and walls were all embedded with large chunks of the same blue crystal that had tried to bar her entrance. The same blue crystal that apparently hung around her neck. To her left was a sink and a little medicine cabinet. Directly in front of her, some neatly folded linen towels and a large, deep bathtub with bath salts resting on the lip.

With every step she took, Coral could feel her unopposable strength waning. She tried to float off the floor, but it took more effort than before. Just to levitate! And it was getting harder by the second.

Why did Freya have a place that would drain her powers? This place must have cost a fortune! ...Exactly the kind of fortune that Dad commanded. And all for a little private potty?

She turned to the medicine cabinet. What better place to snoop than to look at Freya’s drugs?

Coral saw her own face in the mirror before she opened it. She still looked just as lovely as before, but the sheer, irrepressible exuberance, the youthful and unexplainable, indescribable vitality that her face and eyes radiated... all of it seemed a bit duller. This place sucked!

Inside the little layered cabinet was... nothing of interest. Tweezers. Scissors. Nail clippers and files.

Then it dawned on Coral. This must have been how...

She took the scissors and felt the weight in her hand. Just like any old pair of scissors she’d held in her hand before she’d become superpowered. Smoothing out her hair, Coral held just the ends of it between her index and middle finger, held on tight, brought the scissors up and...

Snip.

Little thin, golden shavings of her blonde mane went fluttering into the sink.

This was how Freya groomed!

Coral put the scissors back and reached for the nail file. She could do with a little touch up. They were getting a little talony, and the fact that she could mangle metal with them might be a cause for concern.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little stand to the right of the sink with a brown jewelry box resting on it. Coral grunted in annoyance. She’d never have missed such a prominent object if she still had her powers. She looked over at the ribbon.

“My beloved Candace, for your 19th birthday.”

Coral opened it. Inside was a large, blue bracelet, dotted with stones just like her necklace.

Candace was 23 now.

Oh fuck.