Apr 132011
 

When millionaire Teresa Mourne discovered that her family fortune came from her parents money laundering bribes for the Mafia, she swore to absolve her family’s shame by using the money to fight crime. She designed a flying battle suit and now protects the city of Comfort Bay from the corrupt and powerful. Along with her young sidekick, Sparrow, Teresa hunts the wicked as the mysterious NightByrd!

“What are you doing?”

Teresa looked up from the computer and rubbed her eyes. “I’m trying to crack this weird code that Mr. Know-It-All left on the steps of City Hall this morning. I realize now that it is a long sequence of polymer molecules, but I am no closer to figuring out what it means.”

Her sidekick sighed. Chrissy was dressed in her Sparrow battle suit. She had her helmet off so because she always waited to tuck in her long blonde hair till the last minute. The red reflective armor sparkled in the dim light and the metal jet wings almost glowed at night. Teresa suppressed a smile. Sparrow’s armor was terrible for night concealment but the young woman had insisted. Chrissy liked being the center of attention. That is also why Teresa added twice the force field reinforcements to Sparrow’s armor. The young lady got the majority of bullets aimed at them.

“Why are you still obsessing over Mr. Know-It-All?” Chrissy asked. “No one has seen him since he escaped from Foucault Asylum in two months. Maybe he’s gone straight.”

Teresa snorted. “Not likely. Mr. Know-It-All is an egomaniac genius. It’s not enough to be the smartest man alive; he has to make everyone else fully aware of how smart he is. No, he left this coded message for a reason. He’s bragging about something and he wants me to know what he is doing.”

“Whatever,” Chrissy said. “I’m going to go out on patrol. I haven’t fired a wrist rocket at a bad guy in days.”

“Go on,” Teresa said. “I can’t stop working now. I might be on to something.”

Sparrow shrugged and left. Teresa watched as Sparrow opened the windows to their penthouse apartment. She supervised Sparrow’s battle suit activation protocols before Sparrow stepped out into the night. A second later, the silent jetpacks activated and her glittering wings took off over the city.

Teresa turned back to the computer. Sparrow was young and naïve. Bad guys might turn good, but the crazy assholes like Mr. Know-It-All never changed.

An hour later, Teresa was flying over the city as NightByrd. The list of polymer molecules was meant to be used as an almost simple letter substitution code. Well, simple if you can tell the difference between a protein polymer and an artificial plastic polymer molecule at a glance, but for Mr. Know-It-All, it was almost as simple as Morse code. Translated, the code listed a library on Appletree Avenue.

It was so straight forward; it had to be a trap. That was why Teresa didn’t call Chrissy. It didn’t pay to underestimate the crazy ones, and Chrissy seemed to have no fear at all of Mr. Know-It-all. No, it would be better if NightByrd handled this alone.

Black metal wings extended as NightByrd floated over the library. It didn’t seem like the usual Mr. Know-It-All target. It was a public library. It didn’t hold rare books or valuable artifacts. It was one of the older and larger libraries in Comfort Bay, but there was no historical value. In fact, for a super-crime ridden city, the library had a remarkable lack of security.

NightByrd glided down to the library. She went to the skylight and took a look. Turning on her various night enhancing programs, her visor gave her a look inside the library that was better than if it was daylight.

Mr. Know-It-All was sitting on a desk. The smug genius was wearing his trademark white suit and matching top hat. Only a super genius like him could keep a white suit clean in this city. The arrogant asshole was stroking his goatee like a mastermind who just robbed fort Knox. What was his game?

NightByrd analyzed the glass on the window. One good punch and it should shatter. Whatever crime he was about to commit, she was ready to drop on him like an avenging angel.

Her fist was ready to punch when she saw another person enter the room. NightByrd gasped as she saw the red winged woman approach Mr. Know-It-All. It was Sparrow!

“Did she figure it out too?” NightByrd asked herself. No, Chrissy barely understood how the jetpacks worked. There is no way she could have unraveled his clue. If Sparrow was here, it was because she was working on different information.

NightByrd put her fist down. She was curious was Sparrow would do. Chrissy was always complaining that Teresa didn’t give her enough trust to work alone. This would be a great chance to see how Sparrow handled herself without Chrissy knowing.

Sparrow stepped up to Mr. Know-It-All. NightByrd turned on her audio receivers and pointed them at the two. She wanted to hear anything they had to say.

Strangely enough, they weren’t saying anything. Sparrow took off Mr. Know-It-All’s top hat and set it down on the desk. Mr. Know-It-All reached for Sparrow’s helmet and pressed a button that only two people in the world were supposed to know about.

Sparrow’s chest armor popped open and retracted into her shoulder pads. NightByrd gasped as she saw that Sparrow wasn’t wearing her padded clothes under the arrow. Sparrow wasn’t wearing anything at all.

Mr. Know-It-All reached for one of Sparrow’s breasts. His fingers tightened around her nubile flesh like he owned it. Criminal fingers that once held the United States Constitution was now mauling and groping Sparrow’s young tit.

Did Sparrow slap him? No. She just stood there and moaned. She pulled the belt off his pants and opened his trousers. NightByrd’s sidekick pulled out the cock of NightBryrd’s arch nemesis.

NightByrd did a bio scan on Sparrow. There were no traces of super-pheromones. There were no signs of delta wave mind control. She didn’t posses the physical signature of a shape shifter. This was Sparrow, and there was no excuse for why she was stroking the cock of Mr. Know-It-all.

Sparrow touched her belt buckle. The armor plates of her pants retracted into her belt. She was bare underneath, her ass and pussy exposed. Mr. Know-It-All let go of her tit to reach around and grab a handful of ass.

NightByrd felt a surge of jealousy. That was her sidekick. That was her enemy. The grim heroine couldn’t decide which of the two she was angrier with.

Mr. Know-It-All picked up Sparrow and sat her down on the desk. Sparrow giggled girlishly as the mastermind put her in position. He parted her legs and squatted before her. The villain’s head went between her legs and ate her undoubtedly wet sex.

Sparrow groaned with a volume that echoed through the empty library. She clutched Mr. Know-It-All’s head and wriggled against him. NightByrd didn’t need her scanners to know that Sparrow was undergoing rapid arousal and stimulation. Like everything else Mr. Know-It-All did, NightByrd was sure that he was doing this task with skill and mastery.

NightByrd wondered what his tongue would feel like. Desire bloomed underneath her armor and between her legs. NightByrd shook her head. No, this man was her enemy. She would not even entertain the idea.

Sparrow climaxed. A minute later, she climaxed again. Mr. Know-It-All kept licking, using some unknown technique that was no doubt absolutely perfect.

“Fuck me!” Sparrow cried. “Fuck me, now!”

NightByrd shuddered. The passion in Sparrow’s voice was intoxicating. NightByrd remembered when Sparrow would sound like that when they fought crime.

Mr. Know-It-All stood up. He placed his mouth at her pussy with his cock. Sparrow wrapped her long legs around him as she pulled him in.

They fucked. Mr. Know-It-All slammed into Sparrow. Sparrow took everything he had and begged for more. He grabbed her tit as he fucked. She grabbed the back of his head as their bodies merged.

NightByrd thought about dropping down onto them. She fantasized about the shocked looks on their faces. She wanted to hear Sparrow beg forgiveness. She wanted Mr. Know-It-All to realize he had been caught.

Wait. He already knew. That was why he sent the message to City Hall. He wanted NightByrd to know. He was fucking her sidekick, but it was meaningless unless NightByrd knew. Sex wasn’t nearly as important as the credit for doing it.

NightByrd stayed where she was. She would not give him the satisfaction. Let him fuck Sparrow.

Sparrow unwrapped her legs. She turned around on the desk and let her legs hang off. Mr. Know-It-All entered her from behind and they continued fucking. He grabbed the wings on Sparrow’s helmet and pulled her head back as they fucked.

Night Byrd still couldn’t believe that was Sparrow. Had she been neglecting her sidekick? Was Sparrow angry with her over something? Or did it have nothing to do with NightByrd at all? Maybe in their superhero lifestyle, the only interesting guys you meet are villains?

Sparrow cried out with another orgasm. NightByrd revised her theory. Maybe Mr. Know-It-All was a just a damn good fuck.

NightByrd had seen enough. Mr. Know-It-All was a wanted man but he escaped from prisons with ridiculous ease. Hell, at least he wasn’t robbing game show winners like he was the last time he got free. If he was content to humiliate NightByrd for the time being, it would keep him out of trouble longer than prison would. The affair would continue and he would keep sending messages in the hope that she would figure it out.

The dark avenger of the night flew away from the library. Somewhere, someone was committing a crime. NightByrd would find them and probably beat the shit out of them. The betrayal of Sparrow hurt, but her sidekick was an adult. NightByrd would handle it like she handled every other emotional trauma of her life: she would take it out on the criminals of Comfort Bay.

  4 Responses to “Fiction: NightByrd & Sparrow”

  1. Oh, lovely! I love the superhero theme stuff. The betrayal came away perfectly. I loved it.

  2. t-Sade- Thanks. I thought I would try something off the wall and I liked how this turned out.

  3. I felt sorry for NightByrd there. Just from the way I sensed it, it seemed she placed deep faith in her partner, so this may hit her hard (therefore the bad guys would reeeeally feel her pain), but I couldn’t help but share her sense of betrayal as well.

    Am I right in thinking it’s the first story of these characters? Seems you’ve left it open to write another story related to this character.

    *Has noticed a few new stories/characters have you’ve introduced lately* :\

  4. Mystique- I was curious if I could make a new kind of cuckold story. I don’t usually like this genre but the novelty appealed to me. In a way I considered it a victory for NightByrd as she gets to keep a bad guy out of circulation. I flip flop a bit.

    This is the first story with these characters. I am toying with doing some superhero fiction but thought it might work better if I focused on a city as opposed to one character.

    Speaking of which, lately I felt like I was stuck in a rut of same old-same old. I’ve been giving myself permission to branch out while still retaining most of my older characters.

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