[Horny Heroine Mishaps]

"You're looking awfully tense, Kanzei. Anything I can do to make you nice and limber, so you won't have to worry so much about whatever's on your mind?"

"I don't need help from you, Cobra. Not in the slightest."

Sitting within the Golden Freedom hideout were two of its chief agents. King Cobra, the aggressively horny boy that gladly freed his victims from responsibility so they could be as perverted and as free as possible... And Kanzei, the Jõtaider that had been swayed to their side through her obsession with being the lone hero. Though it was due to that obsession that she didn't exactly get along with the green-haired pervert.

"Harsh." Cobra said as he took a seat at the foot of her chair, grinning from ear to ear. "But that's fine. Guess you've got a lot on that mind of yours. Many plans for the hero-to-be." He continued, almost sounding like he was mocking her. And knowing him, that was exactly what he was doing.

Kanzei glared at him through her helmet, before getting up and calling upon her cane. "Leave me be. Otherwise, I'm going to have to report a casualty to Lady D'Or." She had absolutely no patience for him. And no chill, for that matter.

Cobra rolled his eyes and shrugged. "You know, we'd make it so much further if we just worked together. Like you and Spider do." He said, before grinning a little as he let his head rest on the palm of his hand. "Say, I've got an idea that might fancy somebody like you. You want to be the only Hero, but you're constantly running into problems with that annoying kitty. Soooo... Why don't you just make her weaker?"

Just as Kanzei was about to leave, she stopped. And she turned her head towards the tricky boy, her hand tightly gripping the door handle. She was going to leave if he didn't keep her interest. "Go on."

The devious boy grinned, as he slowly drew a heart on his cheek using his fingertip. "All you have to do is take her friends and make them yours. How about that boy that found out about her identity before she revealed it to him? I'm sure that he'd make a great asset." He explained, all while licking his lips a little. "And, he'd be a real tasty snack. Assuming you don't go and turn him into a girl or something."

Kanzei paused, before chuckling softly. "I see. Very well, very well." She mused, turning back around as she walked out of the room. "I thank you, Cobra. However, I will be turning him. Because you still chose to disturb me while I was in the middle of composing myself."

"Wait a moment you golden-"

Cobra didn't get a chance to chew her out before she had already disappeared, the door closing behind her and leaving the young twink to just sit there and stew in his own frustration over having been tricked like that. But at the same time, he didn't really have to worry too much about that.

After all, she didn't know that the nerd she was planning to corrupt was just as perverted as he was...

---

"Just a little more. I'm almost... Almost done..."

Tsubasa muttered as he carefully pushed the brush up against the very finely detailed armor that he was busy painting. He had been at this for... How long, exactly? He couldn't really tell at this point. He had started, and then he forgot all about what time it was, and now he was just focused on the task in front of him. If he was really lucky, he'd be done before dinner... Then again, he had missed lunch, hadn't he?

His eyes widened as his stomach growled in a way that made it impossible to ignore, which in turn also served to knock him off balance ever slightly. Which made his brush head onto the part that he hadn't marked off with masking tape, due to how awkward it was to reach that part and still have the rest of the figure ready for painting. Which meant that the paint was now bleeding onto the part he had already painted.

"N-No... Darn..." Tsubasa muttered, dejected as his glasses started to fog up. Oh, he had messed up again. He had done all this hard work, and all for what? All so it could be taken away from him by a simple mistake...

The nerdy boy removed his glasses and just face planted on his desk, the frustration with his mistake billowing its way out of his head in the form of smoke. It felt so embarrassing to mess up something so crucial. Not to mention how he had misplaced the accessories that he had molded by hand for the figure to use...

What figure was he playing with, exactly? Why, it was a repaint of one of his Natura Couleur figures. He had repainted Natura Rouge in the past to give her a bit of a darker and edgier look, as if her storyline had taken a dour turn that left her unable to keep on her path of heroism. It wasn't the usual kind of storyline that he liked to play out, but it was one that he could actually depict on his figures. As for this job...

Tsubasa lifted his head up and just sighed. The white colors that he had used to try and depict her turning her life back around again and becoming an even more determined heroine after everything was said and done... It was extra potent. So having it bleed into the other colors would make it extremely difficult to clean. He couldn't just paint it over once again. There were too many problems with that.

"Guess I just have to buy a new copy of Rouge..." Tsubasa said, slowly lifting himself from his chair. All while he nearly managed to trip and fall due to the heavy growling from his belly. "M-Maybe I'll grab a bite to eat too. That... That would probably be a good idea right about now..."

"So this is what you do in your spare time, Sato?"

Tsubasa flinched in shock as he heard a familiar voice, as well as a familiar face poking her head into his room. It was Saki Himitsu, the Student Council President and his Senpai, who had done so much for him to ensure that he would be able to get through his various exams. She was a gift, somebody that had helped him in times of great need.

"S-Saki-Senpai... I-I... U-Uh, I didn't expect for you to swing by!" Tsubasa didn't know what to say, nor how to truly react. So his mind eventually defaulted to a normal response. Which just made him stutter over and over due to the sheer amount of shame currently running through him. Saki probably thought that his hobby was incredibly lame...

Saki stepped inside with a soft smile on her face. "The Principal wanted me to go check on everyone. After everything we've been through, with the Pawns that managed to nearly take over the school through sheer numbers and the Jõtaijin that roamed our halls, she thought it was appropriate to ensure that everyone was alright." She explained, before chuckling softly as she gave his collection a few glances. "So you collect these figures and paint them to your liking, Sato? And you don't even play with them after the fact?"

"M-Mmhm. I can't play with them." Tsubasa said, correcting her slightly. "The kind of paint that I use to properly illustrate the storylines that I have in mind for them is incredibly wet, even after it's been applied. So I essentially have to let them stay there and remain perfectly still. Only then will I avoid the fatal act of scraping away the paint until there's nothing left on the figure." He stuttered less and less as he explained his methodology, before blushing and realizing what he had talked about. "I-I'm not sure if you understood all of that, I'm sorry-"

"Oh, I understand enough." Saki said, reaching into her pocket to pull out a simple little pocket watch. "I'm all too aware of what it means to be careful with the things you make, and how brittle they can be. But at the same time, that's what makes them beautiful. The fact that they can break at any one moment. It makes them worth protecting." She explained and laughed slightly before turning the watch towards her Kouhai, showing the fact it wasn't. "Not that I'm much better with my own gifts. I got this from another student, who said to be careful due to the instruments inside. But it seems as if I've broken it. I'll have to apologize later, and ask her if there's a way I could fix it myself."

Tsubasa listened, nodding slightly as he looked at the watch... And blushed, because a tent had formed in his pants. Good grief, he thought the watch was going to be swung back and forth to try and... N-No, that's not what his Senpai would do. She wasn't that kind of girl. "Isn't it a bit hypocritical to be like that though, Saki-Senpai..?"

"Very." Saki said, before pocketing the watch a little. "Everyone's a little hypocritical. At least that's what I think. There's no way that we can always end up consistent. Even the weapons that I make for people end up breaking one way or another, no matter how carefully they handle them. But that's alright. It's always the thought that matters more than the end result." She concluded, before nodding in the direction of the figure that he had messed up. "This applies to what you've been making too, you know."

Tsubasa took another good look at what he was making. And he couldn't help but smile a little. Saki was telling the truth. It was the thought that mattered most. So what if some of his white leaked into the black? In a way, that allowed him to show off that Rouge was still haunted by her dark arc. And... Well, that made her a better character, that she was able to stand tall despite all of that. Didn't it?

"Thanks, Saki-Senpai." He said, chuckling a little as he put the figure back together, making sure each part was properly attached and not rubbing up against each other in a bad way. Then he turned back to her, beaming. "Is there anything I could do to repay you for that advice?"

Saki smiled and pulled out a ring from her pocket. A golden ring that immediately set off flags inside Tsubasa's head. "You could play along with those dreams of yours. The ones telling you to be a hero. Because I want to use you against Mikai." She was honest about her intentions, as she pushed the ring towards him.

Tsubasa wanted to say something against her. But it was like she was putting pressure on him. Abnormal pressure. The fact that she was staring towards him in this way... It was making his heart beat harder and harder. What was he supposed to do, beyond just taking her words at face value and accepting them as they were?

"I... I'm..." He muttered, holding out his hand so it would be easy to slip the ring onto his finger. "I-I... I can be... a hero..?" He muttered, his eyes growing ever slightly dim as the thought of being the hero that he wanted to be for so long... It filled him with an abnormally strong warmth. Something that he should be trying to ignore, and yet it was able to consume him instead.

Saki nodded. Though, he wouldn't be a true hero. That role would be hers and hers alone. But the role of a 'hero' would suit him perfectly for what she had planned. And if Mikai didn't want to fight him, even better.

Tsubasa nodded and let the ring slip onto his finger as his Senpai confirmed that he would become what he wished for. All while quickly experiencing the rush of power that poured through him. He couldn't believe it. He was going to get the chance to become a Hero...

A golden glow quickly poured out from his ring, as he was forced to let out a moan while stepping backward. It was like the power was worming its way underneath his skin, pulsing deeper and deeper into him. This wasn't the usual kind of Jõtaijin transformation... It was like... It was like...

"Ahn!" Tsubasa gasped in an obnoxiously feminine fashion, as his hair very quickly grew out. Turning from plain brown to bright red and heroic as it reached all the way down to his hips. But that wasn't the only thing that grew more feminine. No, it was very clear that the power from the ring was doing a thorough job and making sure that he would end up as feminine as all the heroes that he wrote about.

Though, perhaps feminine was an understatement. After all, one couldn't just call his new chest feminine, especially as it burst open his clothes and quickly wrapped itself in that golden energy, forming a ribbon-like bra that did very little to actually hide the bouncy bosom that clung to it. That brand new bosom, boobing breastily, was definitely so exaggerated that it immediately surpassed the biggest set of knockers at Mimoto Highschool. Perhaps even in the entire city...

The changes that poured through him were cut from the same cloth. Hips plumping out and looking like he had experience rearing children, an ass that would twerk with every step he took, a pair of plump lips that he could pucker whenever he felt cute, a voluptuous hairdo that looked several decades out of style... And just pure sensuality wrapped in one nice package, especially as a black bodysuit formed under the ribbons, serving to contrast the gold and give him the slightest bit of modesty... Or perhaps enhancing the inherent eroticism that his new form exuded.

Of course, the transformation wasn't complete until the last vestiges of his masculinity were buried deep within. Something that was quickly achieved as the ribbons wrapped around his crotch tightened, forcing one last moan from his lips as a soft and wet spot took its place. No more bulge, just a hole that she would no doubt use to great effect.

Tsubasa panted and gasped as she looked at herself, not sure of what to make of her. Only for her eyes to glow gold as she giggled and put a finger up to those plush lips of hers. Oh, it felt so good to be like this. Why was she even worrying a bit about it? She should embrace it to the fullest extent...

"Mmmph... How... how... Lovely..!" She cried out, hugging herself as additional bits of armor formed across her form. Really just covering up her arms and her lower legs, allowing her to be more useful in a fight. But at the same time, she left her torso completely undefended. Because why wouldn't she want to show off her wonderful form, her erotic centerpiece? "Ehehehe... Natura Lovely, ready to charm the pants off all the cutest girls around!"

Saki blinked a few moments, staring off towards the figures that Tsubasa coveted so much, then looked back towards the new 'Natura Lovely'. There was a clear dissonance between their more functional and stylish armor design... And the obviously lewd mockery that she was wearing. In a way, it wasn't exactly a good job...

But that's exactly what she wanted. She didn't want her to look like a proper hero. Not in that sense, at least. This was the perfect kind of look for her. A humiliating look... That would hopefully also serve to distract Mikai for long enough, so that she could move in and do what she had to do.

All she had to do now was guide Natura Lovely in the right direction. And then things would solve themselves...

---

"Run that by me again, Byakko?"

Mikai tilted her head slightly as she headed closer to the city center, specifically the Mimoto Central Park that she had visited a couple of times since it tended to be a common spot for Jõtaijin activity, all while conversing with the Atlas Corp Head of IT...

"Please pay attention, the two of you are going to give me conniptions one day. Whether from your inability to listen or from worrying about you." Byakko replied, before clearing her throat. "We've detected a Jõtai Factor signature near the center of town. Though it's not particularly strong, it's still at risk of causing an outbreak. Get there, investigate, and then bring the culprit in for questioning. And if Golden Freedom shows up, make sure they pay."

The last time there was a weaker signature... That was when Habakiri was active. And that led to an encounter with the Darkness. So... What was going to happen this time? Was she going to show up and then she'd end up fighting a big robot dragon?

...Nah, that probably wasn't it. No way. "Alright, I'll be right there. Tell Hiro that I'll get her some cake on the way home!" Mikai chimed, turning off comms before breaking into a sprint. This was going to be easy!

That's what Mikai thought, at least. And then she saw the scene that was unfolding at Mimoto Central Park, and she was left rather speechless. Not because of all the horrible things that were happening, but rather the absence of that kind of thing.

"Natura Lovely! Our Hero!"

A crowd of Pawns had gathered near the center of the park. But they seemed rather conscious, all things considered? Normal Pawns weren't really able to speak since they were stuck within the dome that severed their individuality. But these Pawns were domeless... And basically just wore latex suits underneath their attire. Which made them look like discount minions, and fans in a way? Very lewd fans, but still.

As for the hero they were a fan of, she looked like... Well, she looked like the kind of character that Tsubasa would write about in his stories. Very lewd, though based on one of his favorite properties. It was like... A hentai parody? Was that what he called it? She hadn't watched one of those with him, because he flat out told her that he would probably pass out from blood loss if he did that. But it kinda... Wait.

"...Tsubasa? Is that you?" Mikai asked as she walked closer, though not really being able to force her way past the crowd of Pawn fans. Way too many of them, and way too many of them were pushed up against each other.

Though that didn't mean that she went unnoticed. Especially not by Natura Lovely herself. "Ohohoho! Mimoto! So you've arrived!" The lewd heroic parody cried out as her crowd of fans started to turn towards the short blonde. "I, the true hero of Mimoto, will be sure to punish you for trying to take my station! Prepare you-"

Just as she was about to leap off the fountain she was standing on, all dramatically and cool-like, the heel that she was precariously balanced on ended up slipping. And instead of gracefully leaping, she ended up crashing straight into the water instead. At least she landed in the water instead of the side of the fountain. Jõtai durability or not, she would've probably been in a lot of pain...

Mikai was not sure what to think upon seeing that. But the crowd seemed to love it, cheering for their hero. Even as the hero got out of the water, and looked exceptionally wet. So wet that her bodysuit happened to cling to her even more than before, really putting emphasis on her nipples.

"Are you okay, Tsubasa?" Mikai really had to ask. Because as much as she was willing to try and help out a friend by beating the bad out of them, she didn't want them to be hurt. At least not in that kind of way.

Saki, by comparison, was watching from a distance. Quietly observing what her Jõtaijin would do. And what did she think of the current display?

Well. To say that she was fuming would be an understatement. But she remained relatively composed. Even as the sound of her binoculars started to echo out as she tightened her grip. Surely she hadn't accidentally crafted her in such a way that she was completely and utterly incompetent..?

Natura Lovely laughed as she brushed her extra thick hair for a second, sending plenty of water towards her fans. "A little scrape like that won't stop the true hero of Mimoto! Now, transform, Mimoto! I will protect this city, but I can't protect it if you go soft on me! I need to strike your soul and make sure you understand the pain of defeat!" Suffice to say, she had the prideful part of being a hero down...

Mikai scratched the back of her head a bit. She wasn't quite on board with this. But at the same time, it's not like she wanted to make her friend mad. Even if said friend was currently transformed into a perverse mockery of the heroes that he loved. "Alright, if you want me to! Henshin!" She said, flames immediately bursting forth from her as she transformed like usual.

"Booo! Down with Mimoto! Bad hero!" The crowd of fans immediately started to boo the true heroine, Mikai rolling her eyes underneath her helmet. They were basically just background noise. It almost made her want to hit them. Almost. Was that why they were there? If she had to make a guess, then that could've probably been the reason. Right now though...

Natura Lovely giggled as she reached her hand into her extra large boob-chasm before yanking out a tiny dagger, letting those massive melons gyrate due to her hand rubbing up against them while being withdrawn. And with a single swing of that tiny dagger, a long bladed whip extended. One that she could use to great effect...

To whip her own fans into a frenzy. Literally, even. The tip of that whip clapped up against several butts in a manner of a few seconds, causing howling pleasure to echo forth while Natura Lovely stretched that whip out and cracked it in delight. "You won't last a minute against me, Mimoto!" She cried out, whipping straight ahead to hit Mimoto before she had a chance to dodge around...

Only for Mimoto to simply duck under the attempted whip, which caused Natura Lovely's attack to whip back around and whip her right on the ass instead, a loud and powerful moan echoing out thanks to her weak point being struck. "A-Ahn! N-Not bad, faker!" She cried out, a massive masochistic blush on her cheeks after having whipped herself.

"Tsubasa, maybe you're not cut out for this whole Jõtaijin business..?" Mimoto said, honestly not sure what to think. He had become a perverted mess, not unlike when Cobra made boys out of his victims. But... the other way around. Was this Spider's doing? ...No, honestly, she wouldn't have made somebody like this. They were a lot more mean.

"It's Natura Lovely! You haven't earned the right to use my secret identity, Mimoto!" Natura Lovely cried out again, as she stepped forward to try and whip the girl once more...

Only for her heel to outright crack and shatter this time, causing her to trip once more. This time, however, she wasn't so lucky as to avoid the hard ground below. But at least she had built-in airbags in the form of her obnoxiously large tits, which cushioned the fall... And kept her pinned to the ground in turn. "H-How formidable, you forced me into this stance!" And yet she played it off. Like it was totally and utterly planned.

Neither the fake hero nor the actual hero were paying enough attention to the sidelines to notice Saki utterly destroying the binoculars that she was holding. She couldn't believe it. She genuinely could not believe that the end result of her mockery of a hero was somebody this useless. She was sure that she had crafted her well, too! She was... She...

...Slowly but surely, the villainous Jõtaider quietly let her palm meet her face. Because this was exactly what the Jõtaijin was supposed to be. And she had done exactly what she talked about. But this was one of the very few cases where the thought behind her creation was nowhere near as important as the end result.

She could just leave. But Saki decided to stay. And watch. Not because she thought that the Jõtaijin would be able to win. But because she wanted to see how things would play out. So she could appropriately punish herself after everything was said and done.

Mimoto looked down at the Jõtaijin that was pinned by her breasts, not quite sure what she was supposed to think while looking at her. It was actually kind of funny, but it wasn't nice to laugh at her friend like that. "You need a hand?" She asked, all while ignoring the obvious cheers and jeers from the crowd of Pawns.

"H-Heh. You think you'll earn sympathy from being nice?" Natura Lovely said, before gritting her teeth and promptly sharply exhaling, causing her breasts to inflate for a moment. The sudden growth was enough to force her back onto her feet, though her breasts quickly shrunk back down to their normal level of absurdity just a moment later.

Mimoto was once again shocked to see this, though she did what came natural after that. And that was to get ready to fight. Both arms in front of her, fists clenched and ready to scrap. If nothing else, she knew that she could rely on the Jõtaijin being able to get back up.

"No words? As expected of a faker like you!" Natura Lovely cried out as she prepared her whip again. "Lovely Bind!" She cried out, whipping straight ahead in the exact same way as she had done a few times before. She didn't even try to vary it up. Probably because she didn't have many other moves considering the nature of her creation.

Mimoto could read the attack like an open book, and caught the whip without even looking at it. And instead of letting her walk forward and trip back down, she yanked on it hard enough to make the whip spin around the Jõtaijin instead.

Natura Lovely spun and spun, gasping and panting as the bladed whip dug into her body. It didn't really do any damage to her, but it definitely tightened hard to the point where you could almost immediately notice how plump she was. Something that would make anybody blush, even somebody like Mikai whose blush even leaked through her helmet a bit.

"F-Foul faker, y-you're probably going to dominate me now that I'm bound by my own weapon, aren't you!?" The 'hero' cried out as she jumped forward ever slightly, not able to do much now that most of her body was bound.

"E-Eh?" Mimoto asked as she naturally backed away, hand no longer on the whip. "D-Dominate you?" She asked again, because she wasn't sure that she had heard the right words...

"Dominate me! Force me to the ground! Fill me with your flames and burn me to a crisp until I'm yours!" Natura Lovely cried out, her own face turning redder and redder as she rattled off masochistic fantasies without a care. "T-That's what you want, isn't it?! To make a hero like me your slave? Your piggy!? Your adoring spouse that you can play with whenever you fancy!?"

Mimoto wasn't sure what to say anymore, as she was the one that ended up tripping this time. And a moment later, the thoroughly bound hero fell onto her in turn. Resulting in the two being face to face, chest to chest, so close to one another that they could hear each others' heartbeat.

Natura Lovely looked deep into the eyes behind that helmet, as she started to gaze away. "P-Perhaps... perhaps being your spouse, your adoring lover, wouldn't be that bad..." She muttered sheepishly. "I-If you'd like, I-I could take you home and we could make preparations. I-I'm actually a really good cook, if you would believe it. W-What's your favorite dish? I can try and make it for you... M-Maybe you'd like to see me in a naked apron? Hm? I-I'd look great, I promise!"

Saki watched from the sidelines. And then she just started to leave. This had gone to the point where she couldn't handle it for a second longer. It was one thing that Tsubasa had turned out to be completely and utterly useless. It was another to see that he had essentially fallen for Mikai during his little stint as a Jõtaijin. Which in turn completely nullified everything that she would've used him for.

"U-Uhm..." Mikai muttered as she de-transformed and just wrapped her arms around Natura Lovely. Not sure what to say. "I... I kinda like pancakes?" The best she could think of, before she'd get ahold of Byakko and report the current issue, was to just lean into what the Jõtaijin was asking of her. "And I just want you to be comfortable, so if you wanna go without an apron, that's fine too..."

Natura Lovely's eyes turned to hearts as she heard the 'faker' flirt with her like that, prompting her to deliver kiss after kiss to Mikai's sweet face. Smearing lipstick all over, all while her heart beat faster and faster as she was filled with overwhelming love for the poor girl. Oh, she was just adorable. The perfect kind of lover for a hero like her.

Despite this love, neither of them would be willing to talk about the events of this afternoon ever again, after Tsubasa had been fixed up.

Even if he did welcome her over in a naked apron every now and again...