The face was barely humanoid. The head and snout was elongated, as if someone had pushed the heads of a wolf and a crocodile into one. Rows of teeth were visible under curled, snarling lips. Two golden eyes, glinting in the light, watched and evaluated her with frightening intelligence.
"Manticore." Glory Girl stated. Her breathing was fast. She couldn't allow herself to screw this up.
Manitcore didn't answer at first. He pushed himself off his front limbs and stood, rising to his full height. She was a foot above the ground and he was still taller than her. Nine feet, easy. He opened his elongated mouth, showing off rows of viciously curved teeth. She could hear the popping sounds as he dislocated his jaw and massaged his mouth and neck from her hit.
She knew he didn't really need to. He was doing it to unnerve her.
"Is that how we're doing things tonight, Glory Girl? Hitting from above? No warning? Not very heroic. Whatever happened to `put your hands on your head'?" His voice was deep but surprisingly eloquent. She knew he was smarter than most gave credit for.
"Yeah well, I've had a bad day. Sucks for you." Glory Girl levitated around him. Taking in the location and which parts of their surroundings Manticore might take advantage of. A few pieces of leftover rebar, some cinder blocks, and rubble from the ceiling. Pillars to hide behind and a roof for him to crawl on. That same roof would take precious seconds for her to punch through and fly away. Seconds he would use to his advantage.
This was really not her playing field.
"Reckless and rude. I guess you're trying to hit all the lows today?" Manticore mocked.
"Bad. Day." Glory Girl grit out. "Do you really want to push me?"
Manticore raised a clawed hand and gesture at her. "Ah, yes. Your argument with Gallant is all over PHO. Picking on Vista? For shame."
Glory Girl's eye twitched. Vista had started that stupid fight. How did it even get on PHO? The only other person there had been Amy. So either Vista or Gallant... damn it. She shook her head and focused.
"I heard you didn't fare so well. Picking on a child and running away when it outwits you?"
"I'm gonna punch you in the face." Glory clenched her fists as her shoulders rose in anger.
The inhuman head shook back forth contemptuously but its intense gaze never left her. A long tongue clicked at her, scolding her. "Once again, all brawn and no brain. And once again I'm disappointed in your limited responses. Disappointed. Not surprised."
She stared at him for a long moment as his words sank in. Out of all her good points, the one that was most overlooked was her intelligence. The one that was most ignored. Amy, Dean, even her mom seemed to gloss over that she. Was. Not. Dumb.
Coupled with her Bad Day, it was just too much.
"Fuck you!" Glory Girl bent down and picked up the leftover fender of a car and sped at him. He blocked the hit and lashed out with a long leg. She caught his strike and spun, using a combination of her flight and her strength to spin him into a column.
It was then she realized her mistake. By throwing him past herself, she'd entered the range of his tail. It whipped out and wrapped around her ankle, pulling her along.
Then things got worse. All of the thin openings on his body began to vent a fine purple mist. With him trailing ahead of her, she was caught in its wake.
She made a single yelp before closing her mouth and stopping her breathing. They landed harshly and instantly resumed the fight. Glory Girl landed a powerful kick into Manticore's abdomen to make his tail let go. In response the monstrous cape sent a vicious hook to her face.
The blonde tried to roll with the blow, taking the motion to get a distance away from the gas. She looked around her for more colored gas took before breathing again. There were goosebumps on her skin and it felt like her whole body was tingling.
She must have taken some in. Or was it absorbed through the skin? Shit.
The mist was still being pumped out of Manticore's body, spreading out further each second. Glory Girl winced. She didn't want to run but she might not have a choice...
She glanced at the hole she'd made in the ceiling, wondering if she could make it.
Manticore noticed. The purple mist stopped being exhausted. His massive frame crouched low and he snarled. A second later the vents on his body expanded. High temperature, high pressure gas was released from the vents along his back, legs and shoulders. He propelled himself at Glory Girl just as she moved her eyes away from the ceiling and back to him.
He slammed into her in a full body tackle. They started to roll on the ground, punching and kicking and grappling. The speed vents cut out and he resumed releasing the purple mixture. Glory Girl held her breath again. That was all the advantage he needed. After many long seconds of grappling, her strength began to falter. She was running out of oxygen to move her body. He managed to pin her, one of his limbs on each of hers.
Her force field kept him from applying pressure on the trapped limbs. That didn't help much when his claws were anchored into the asphalt.
"You know what happens next. Don't you, Glory Hole?" The monster's voice was soft and raspy. Manticore leaned down towards face. An elongated tongue rolled out of his maw, trailing drool. The burning gold eyes stared down at her. With each breath he took more of the purple mist was exhumed from his nose and mouth and the vents along his body. The area around them was smothered in the colored gas.
Glory Girl knew the fight would be over the instant she breathed in. She struggled to move her arms but they were pinned down hard.
Then she felt something brush her skirt. She glanced down and her eyes widened. Her struggles increased.
Manticore's tail was reaching under her skirt and lifting the fabric up. And next to it... next to it was a cock. It was jutting out from his groin, just as oversized as its owner. Even from Manticore's crouching position, its tip was brushing against her clothes.
She managed to lift her arms a few inches before they started to ache. Manticore slowly pushed them back into the pavement.
The wicked face above gave a deep, barking laugh. A thick plume of the mist fell right onto her face.
"Now, now. Be a good Glory Hole and don't move."
The wide cockhead between her legs jerked. Something smeared into the white shorts beneath her skirt.
No. Nonono. Fuck no. Fuck this. This was not how this was going to go down.
Glory Girl flared her aura, pushing the current to its maximum. Manticore's eyes widened and his tongue, an inch away from the opening to her shirt, retracted.
The heroine took the opportunity and slammed her knees into his legs. Manticore hissed as the grip on her legs disappeared. She tucked her legs up to her chest and planted her feet in his gut. She pushed up with all the force she could muster. His hands lost their hold on her wrists.
Glory Girl smiled viciously and swung a fist up into the bottom of his fanged snout. She heard his teeth snap against each other as his head was flung upwards. The force from her hit made his head slam into the ceiling above and bury it in rock and rebar.
Then Manticore's tail struck her dead in the chest, slamming her down into the concrete. The lash was hard enough to crater the pavement and short out her force field. She gasped as the wind was knocked out of her. She was only vaguely aware of Manticore twisting his body and latching onto the ceiling as she struggled to make her lungs work again.
The ground gave way. Age, lack of maintenance, and the fresh damage was simply too much. She fell along with the asphalt and concrete onto the floor below.
She roughly hit the ground as dust and purple mist fell down around her. Her force field had snapped back before she landed, so the drop hadn't hurt much. She coughed one final time and managed to take in a lungful of air.
She took several deep breathes, relishing the cool air as it soothed her burning lungs. In seconds the pain was leaving her. There was something almost comforting about the sweet-smelling night air—
Her eyes widened.
She realized what she'd done. She'd breathed it in.
She wasn't the only one who noticed.
"There we are," Manticore taunted as he loomed over the hole above. "Nice, deep breaths."
Glory Girl had already closed her mouth and stopped inhaling... but she knew it was too late. Already the soothing cold was leaving her, replaced with a rapidly growing heat. She could feel her skin flush and pussy moisten. Her nipples hardened under her bra; every movement of her undergarments was setting her off.
She flew off the ground and made for the edge of the parking structure. She was halfway before Manticore caught up with her. Streams of superheated air were coming out of the vents on his back and legs, pushing him to extreme speed. A swipe from his arm caught her by the leg. He swung her back towards the center of the building. She hit the asphalt and rolled to a stop.
She was getting hotter. Her movements were getting clumsy as she resisted the signals her body was sending her.
"Did you know, Glory Hole, that I can secrete any of my toxins without anyone noticing? You see the color indicates a concentrated dose."
She heard the clacking of his clawed feet get closer.
Glory Girl's couldn't smother a lustful moan as she groped one of her breasts without thinking. Her other hand was halfway down her shorts when she saw Manticore, watching her intently. Pride warred with desire. It felt so god damned good... but she forced her hand away. She had no intention of masturbating in front of him here.
She rolled onto her side as Manticore spoke again.
"This little cocktail is one of my favorites. Increased sensitivity. Improved stamina. A chemical boost to the libido. It even induces a certain elasticity to the body. I give you a minute before it takes full effect. Before you give in. Then the fun will really start."
Glory Girl managed to push herself to her knees.
She fought against the urges of her betraying body and stood up. With practiced ease she slid into a fighting stance. Her arms were shaking and her legs wobbly as the gas took effect. Even her eyes were fighting her and tracing Manticore's tall figure. His muscled legs and arms, built for speed and power. There were no clothes to hide his slender, athletic, monstrous form. At the enormous cock that hung down between his thighs.
Glory Girl was not a small person. Nearly six feet tall. A perfectly proportioned body with long limbs, toned from working out and an active lifestyle. And that cock was still bigger, thicker than her forearm.
Her pussy clenched at the sight of it. At the very thought of taking it. With her oversensitive skin, she could feel her own juices starting to soak her panties.
She stared at it for a long moment before she forced her eyes back up to his.
But she still managed to stand. Her defensive stance didn't waiver. She clenched her fists and willed her body to fight.
Several feet away Manticore stared at her. His stance was different. His arms were lowered and his tail slack. But his eyes... the golden eyes were observing all of her actions with smoldering intensity.
She felt herself flush further under that gaze.
Finally Manticore spoke.
"You really are something else."
Then he moved. His feet pushed off the asphalt and propelled him straight at her.
His arms wrapped around her upper body, sliding over her force field but also keeping her from flying away. He kept running, keeping her off balance and forcing her to struggle to keep any amount of control. Worst of all, Manticore's body was releasing more of the purple gas.
She didn't know how much she had breathed in but she knew she had. Her head was swimming and her skin was reacting to everything. Every rough movement, every time her bra and panties shifted, sent blasts of pleasure into her brain.
Several seconds later they slammed into a concrete pillar. Her force field flickered out.
His clawed fingers wrapped themselves around her wrists and pulled them upwards over her head. He trapped both of her wrists in the grip of his much larger hand and pushed them against the pillar. His free arm shot down, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Then he pressed her upper body and face into the solid stone. The chilled concrete made her gasp.
Her legs were left dangling, inches above the ground.
"Your force field's not stopping me anymore. What do you think that means?" He licked her, a warm wet tongue dragging up from her neck to her cheek.
Victoria moaned as her face and breasts were pushed harder into the concrete pillar. The hot tongue on one side of her face and the cold rock on the other made her breath catch.
"I think you want this." Manticore answered his own question.
Then she felt it. Felt the enormous cock flopping onto her ass and lower back, incredibly wide and impossibly long. The warmth it was giving off was intoxicating. She could feel a hot, thick bead of precum drop from its slit onto the exposed skin between her shirt and skirt. The clawed hand at her waist tightened, then pulled her lower half further up. Manticore ground his hips back and forth. The movement and sheer weight of his dick caused it to burrow between her ass cheeks.
Glory Girl moaned at the sensations. The friction of her nipples against the hard surface. The clawed hands holding her arms and clasped around her slim waist. The cock that was spreading her open but not the way she needed.
But even dosed in chemicals, in aphrodisiacs and stimulants and who knew what else... she was not going to beg. Not like this.
Instead she ramped up her aura and smothered his perception of her. Beauty, awe, wonder, glory. She turned her head and made eye contact. She smirked.
A challenge.
Behind her, Manticore stiffened. All of him. The fingers clasped over her hands tightened. She could hear his feet dig in to the pavement. He pressed himself further against her, trapping her body between him and the concrete pillar. Her grunt turned into a long, low moan as the claws at her waist shifted, talons scraping along her taut abdomen. She felt something slither down the front of her shorts and under her panties. She looked down and saw his tail snaking toward her groin, then shuddered as the warm appendage brushed her swollen clit.
He shifted her lower half again and pulled his cock away from her ass. The tail flexed under her clothes. With a single clink the latch of her belt buckle popped off. The prehensile tail then twisted through the leg of her shorts and pulled them down.
