Myth the elephant remains in the pool, sticking its trunk into the water and sending a shower over Payload and Gypsy in celebration of the teams victory!
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Utterly unmoved by Helldivers blow and freed from the ring of fire the strange, many-eyed serpent bird shaped creature leaps high into the air and comes crashing down into the pool, morphing as it goes into a mighty elephant! It trumpets a war cry as it falls!
Fortunately it is a big pool. Unfortunately the elephant seems to be missing Helldiver entirely!
As she glows Myth changes, morphing into a long serpentine body which emits a terrible blast of heat. Huge tendrils emerge from a suddenly beak-like head as a ring of dead, black eyes focus one-hundred focused gazes on the interloper who dares to stand before it. The huge monster lets out a piercing scream that makes everyone's ear ring!
Myth looks quite unhappy about the groups shopping trip being interrupted. Her skin glows, as though being lit by an angry sun from the inside out.
"I think I could convince you otherwise." Myth says. Somehow she's switched forms without anyone noticing and is now floating in the air, grinning as her hair floats in the breeze. "But I understand I should be more careful about showing my body in this form, so could we go 'shopping'? If I'm going to be female more often I will need suitable clothes. Or not." She adds, levelling a devastating wink at Gypsy, complete with pink tongue flickering over her lips for a moment.
"What kind of issues could it cause?" Myth asks, sitting 'down' in midair as he often does. "I understand that the public expects me to be male, but shapeshifters are not unknown are they? And here, when there are no public, I am happy to appear however would make you all happier. That is being part of a team, is it not?"
"I am a shapeshifter - to use your terms." Myth replies. "You saw what I could do last night. Tell me, did you find my form attractive last night? When I danced for you?"
"Oh." Myth replies. "Well, if you ever really want to do it I will help." He pauses a moment and then looks at Gypsy. "Gypsy, I owe you an apology. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable last night. I did not understand the situation. I am sorry. I thought I should apologise this way as I think it is easier for you to be angry with me like this." He adds.
"I will help!" Myth offers, as he comes strolling out onto the beach, shirtless. "I am very good at throwing things into the sun. Who are we talking about?"
Myth, it turns out, needs very little enticing. With Peyton already in position the Outsider slips out of her robe and descends upon Peyton and her gorgeous rear end with great enthusiasm. Myth is all male as he slides inside the Delinquent and, having picked up on her behavior a few minutes earlier, wraps one hand in her hair to act as an anchor point while the pair work off the pent up emotions of the situation in a mutually pleasurable fashion - hard and fast.
Myth, meanwhile, circles around to stand behind Gypsy and her cushion, leaning over the settee so that her warm breath can be felt in the Nova's ear. "What do you think?" She asks softly, seductively. "Do you like the view? Or would you rather one of them stops, so they have to do it to you?" One warm finger trails down Gypsy's neck. "I'd like to see that."
"I want you to kneel at Sierra's feet and kiss your way upwards." Myth says. "You stop when you reach her mouth. If either of you cries off earlier... then whoever cries off has to do the same thing to Gypsy."
Myth walks over to Peyton and snaps the cuffs shut over her wrists, before grabbing the Delinquent's hair and pulling her head back long enough for the Outsider to kiss her thoroughly. She pulls back a long moment later. "Truth or dare?" Myth asks, her position leaning forward giving Peyton a very good view inside her robe.
"Alas and alack." Myth replies, sitting up straighter and very nearly flashing the assembled team. "For how many people am I to pack? One, or two? For me, or you?" She seems to have joined in the rhyming. When Gypsy retreats behind her cushion and refuses to come out Myth shrugs and gets off the sofa. "I'll be back." She says with a smile before meandering off down the hallway. She returns a few minutes later with a very wide grin and a small selection of clothes. "Sierra." She says, offering the superheroine a silky black dressing gown. "Peyton." She continues, handing the hacker a bright red thong. "Gypsy." She concludes, handing over what seems to be a powder-blue babydoll, lacy at the top and completely sheer the rest of the way down. Despite Gypsy's gaping Myth just stands there, hand outstretched. "If you don't put it on you have to put money in the pot." She says, her smile turning slightly predatory. "And lose an item of clothing, because it was your idea." When she sits down there's a clinking sound of metal and Myth frowns for a second and then pulls something out of her robes pocket. "Who should be wearing these?" She adds, holding up a pair of handcuffs. Given the distractions it isn't immediately clear that Myth has changed her outfit too. Her trousers are nowhere to be seen...
Myth inclines her head graciously to Gpysy. "I'll take a dare." She says, running one finger up her long legs, currently folded sideways under her.
Myth grins. "I dare you to give me a back-rub. Blindfolded." She smirks when Peyton laughs. "See, Payload thinks it's a good idea." She steps over to the sofa, turns her back and teasingly lowers her robe, revealing a wide expanse of flawless skin. "So?" She asks, looking coquettishly over her shoulder. "I'm sure Payload will help get your hands in the right place."
"Maybe you can earn an answer then." Myth replies, smiling again. "Gypsy. Truth or dare?"
"That's... problematic." Myth says, looking apologetically at Sierra. "There's things I'm not meant to talk about. Umm..." She pauses and a frown furrows her brows. "The Sun. I come from the Sun." "Will that do?"
"Truth." Myth says, still smiling.
"You throw a dollar, into the cup." Myth replies, her voice now pitched somewhat higher but with a familiar husky undertone. She seems delighted by her rhyme and smiles dazzlingly.
"How good was that for you?" Myth asks immediately. "One to ten."
Myth tosses her hair back the way the dancer in the video had, creating a long black cascade that ripples for a moment as she places her hands on Gypsy's shoulders and runs them down the girl's arms in a long, slow motion. She presses forwards until her lap is in the Nova's and leans backwards, increasing the pressure between them and keeping Gypsy's eyes fixed firmly on her new chest as she undulates. It is quite obvious that the position is taxing and Myth's stomach trembles before she leans forwards once more and presses a fiery kiss against Gypsy's lips. Hers are warm and taste faintly of spices, cinnamon or nutmeg. The other girls can see that, despite having Gypsy's face in both her hands Myth is still wriggling her butt - providing something of a show for them as well. Myth breaks the kiss and pulls back far enough to look into Gypsy's eyes. "No slap this time?" She whispers teasingly, before pulling back and away from the Nova. She stands, adjusts her robe to cover her chest better and saunters back around the group to take her seat, winking at Peyton's phone as she goes. She sits down and looks at Gypsy. "So Gypsy, truth or dare?"
"What is a 'lap-dance'?" Myth asks curiously. Payload, who else, pulls out her phone and pulls up two or three videos, casting them onto the big screen and shifting through them until she finds 'a good one'. It takes less time than one might expect... Myth watches closely and then finally nods. "I think I understand." He says with a smile. "But I will require music." Peyton starts up a song with a heavy beat and Myth turns his back to his audience and begins to sway slowly. His hair starts to lengthen, falling in a long, black sheet down his back until he looks over one shoulder at Gypsy and gives a flirtatious wink. Myth looks different. His face is more delicate, with wider lips and large dark eyes. The passion as he looks at Gypsy is noticeable and as he shimmies around to face her fully something becomes clear. Myth is not a man any more. There's not much change to her height, but beneath the usual loose robe the firmly muscled chest is now dominated by soft curves, only partially hidden, so that when Myth slides one toned leg across Gypsy's and slides into her lap with gyrating movements of her pelvis the Nova finds herself with a face-full of dark, smooth skin, practically begging to be touched.
"Dare." Myth replies, openly grinning at the byplay between his team-mates.
"Oh. I am sorry." Myth says, sounding slightly sheepish. He arranges his robe and turns his focus to Peyton, clearly paying close attention to the rules of the game.
Myth sits quite cheerfully across the bowl from Gypsy. "Excellent! May I go first?" He asks. When he isn't gainsaid he turns to Sierra on his left. "Sierra, who is the most difficult person you have ever fought?"
"If you would like to share then I would be delighted." The alien replies, somehow keeping a straight face. ---------------------------------------------- "I do not wear much clothing." Myth points out. "What happens if I run out?" He doesn't seem overly concerned though.
"It is an excellent place." Myth says, wanting to be obliging. "I like the windows. It is important to me to have a lot of light. The solar panels seem like a very sensible choice here. I could charge them for you if it would be helpful? In case of an emergency or something similar." He glances over to Payload. "Have you chosen a room yet Peyton?" -------------------------------------------------
His eyes slide briefly to Gypsy. "I would like to learn more about my team-mates. Is that an acceptable activity?"
Myth simply follows, giving Peyton an appreciative look as he does so. "I'm afraid you used a lot of words I do not understand Sierra." He says as the group heads inside. "PR? Merchandising? And what are these ratings? How popular we are?"
"You didn't think you were the only ones did you?" Myth asks, his white teeth showing in a teasing grin. "If you did then forget I said anything." The silence lingers for a little while longer as Myth basks in the sunlight before he cracks an eye to look at Solaria. "So, Sierra. What do superheroes do when they are not on duty? Am I meant to live here now? You have gone to great effort to construct this... base. Is that normal?" He stands and winks. "Do I get a tour?"
"This is my solar system." Myth says, still smiling although his eyes remain closed. "I came to help you as I would have done for Mars or Neptune. And the Darkstar Collective is a threat to all of us. If you could see what they have done in other systems... then you would not have to ask why I helped you." He opens his eyes and lets the glowing lights in his palms disappear. "Earth was the easiest place to fight them though. You have a remarkably high incidence of powerful people. How did this come about? It is hard to keep up when you all change in the blink of an eye."
"No." Myth says, smiling. "I've never been given one. When I arrived here I did some research and found that one of your old civilisations worshipped a god called Mithras, the Unconquered Sun. I liked it so when I was asked I said that. Someone must have misunderstood but I have looked up Myth and it seems appropriate."
Alien he may be, but Myth has absorbed enough of human culture to appreciate a certain number of the rules for behaviour. Thus, despite the rather delicious temptation on offer, he settles for rubbing a hefty dose of sun cream into Payload's back and then leaves her to enjoy her sunbathing (a pastime he well appreciates!). Seeing Gypsy flee the hot-tub he walks, rather than flies up the stairs and reaches the hot-tub a minute or so later. Rather than join Sierra in the water he simply folds himself into a crosslegged position and sits on the warm stone next to the pool. "You have done fine work here Solaria." He says with closed eyes. "I thought you might want some company, but if I am disturbing you then I can leave."
"Certainly." Myth replies. "Warm or cool hands?" One of the most minor reflections of his powers is the ability to control his own body temperature, which means his hands can range from delightfully warm to remarkably cold with little more than a thought - Peyton has already discovered some of the possibilities this provides and it seems like another one might be on the way. Starting from Payload's feet Myth works his way up her firm legs in long strokes, letting his thumb run teasingly down the line between her thighs while the rest of his hands remain firmly on top. After firmly working her buttocks he moves up still further, working her smooth back into relaxation and finally soothing her shoulder muscles with delightfully warm hands. By the time his ministrations are done Payload is little more than a happy, boneless and completely relaxed thing. Her top has come undone too, but no doubt that was an accident.
"How intriguing." Myth says, taking Payloads weight without comment. "You will have to show me more..." --------------------------------------------
He looks at his team-mates in their swimming suits and then at his own loose trousers and open fronted robe. "I feel overdressed." He says. "I thought that it was required to wear clothes that covered the skin? Have I misunderstood the customs?"
Afterwards, she sighs contentedly and lays in Myth's arms. "Mmm. That was incredible. Have you done that before?" "Not here." Myth answers, running warm fingers lazily up and down Peyton's bare back. "And it is very different where I come from. This way is a lot more... physical. But very enjoyable. I can see why you are all obsessed with it." His fingers trail for a minute or two in silence. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it." He says his deep voice. "You made the experience very good for me too. I must ask though - I have seen things on your 'internet' showing... a lot of other things happening when you couple. What is the point of this?" He produces his phone from somewhere and in a few taps has a video playing. It is... decidedly not PG-13.
Myth grins, sheds the loose robe he uses to cover his muscular torso and closes in on the naked Payload. It's a good thing they're on the tallest building in the city and it has high walls around the roof. Otherwise the Solar Squad's reputation might take a hit it would never recover from... ... Or would be considerably improved in comparison to their lacklustre press conference. Much could be said about what went on on that roof. But no-one could call it lacklustre!
Myth is suddenly standing where he was a moment before. Perhaps to his great credit he doesn't show any reaction at all to the story. "I am sorry." He says softly. "I would like to know more about you Gypsy. I did not intend to cause you any distress. I am sorry once again. There are... so many rules here, that I do not understand. I say a thing and then something I did not expect happens. It is... I am sorry. Perhaps this will help." He marches over, grabs Payload and swings her over his shoulder before leaping thirty feet into the air and disappearing into the sky with laughter-turned-to-shrieks trailing in his wake. ------------------------------------
"I suspect." He says, planting Payload on the ground and looking her up and down. "That oil is not normal attire. I like it though." The gleam in his eyes is quite unmistakable.
Myth simply smiles at Solaria, but its a remarkably warm expression. At Gypsy's threat he bows and then turns to Moon. "I am Myth. It is a pleasure to meet you. Now please, tell me about your sister. No-one else will." Then he suddenly becomes a mouse...
Myth really doesn't understand what he should be doing right now...
Myth gives Gypsy a curious look and then returns his attention to Solaria, who he expects is most likely to answer his question.
Myth keeps his smile on but rather than sit he swoops in to plant a brief kiss on Gypsy's cheek. Then he does as he's told and sits. Oddly he folds his legs up, opens both hands and closes his eyes. As he does so two balls of light emerge from thin air and hover above his palms. "Is it important to impress parents?" He asks. "We... do not consider such things where I am from."
Myth stands off to one side, with three women surrounding him. Despite the huge array of pads and brushes they mostly seem to be admiring his skin tone and musculature rather than actually applying any make-up. "What are all these powders?" He asks, still smiling. "I have never seen so many colours! Even in the heart of the sun they don't have this array of such things." He sends a pleading look over the women's head, silently begging for any of his team-mates to come and save him.
"You are definitely 'cool'." Myth agrees with a disarming grin that makes his face light up. "I would like to be as cool as you." As the pair continue to wander through the park, Myth broaches a new subject. "Payload, will you tell me about Gypsy? She seems... quiet, and I would like to know my teammates better."
"Of course!" Myth replies, recovering some of his good cheer. "I know I do not understand all of your human customs. Things are very different for me, so I make mistakes. But I am not angry with you. Cannot be angry with a little fireball like you. You are like... solar flare. Dangerous, but very pretty to look at!"
"I must offer you something." Myth says firmly. "Perhaps this will suffice." He steps over to a small pile of sand, blown off the beach, and cups it between his hands. The hands start to glow and the sand melts into liquid. Myth rolls it around his palms into a small ball and then pokes his finger into it briefly. There is a bright flash of light and Myth whips his finger out of the orb and starts juggling it. By the time he stops he is holding a glass bead about the size of a marble. Inside it is a glowing mote of light, like a fragment of the sun caught inside the glass. Despite the light inside it the orb is quite cool and he offers it to Gypsy with a smile. "It is a dark world sometimes." He says, "With this you will always have a light of your own. To remind you of your friends."
"Thank you." Myth says politely to Solaria. "That is very helpful." He offers her his hand, and then pulls her into a hug. He then turns to Gypsy and folds his hands together before offering her an odd bow. "My apologies to you as well Gypsy. If there is anything I can do to make up for this, please inform me."
"As a point of clarification?" Gypsy says, raising her hand once the snogging is completed. "If there's anything wrong with me, kissing won't improve the situation. So I'd like to option out of any future potential locking of lips. There's no need of the kissing of Gypsy. Just to be clear." Myth follows the conversation but is clearly confused. "How should I say hello to you then?" He asks. "Payload said that kissing is the appropriate way. The, what do you call them, the people who like you? Fans? seem to like it too. Have I been doing something wrong? I do not wish to upset you Gypsy." His honesty is palpable - or perhaps he always glows like that, it's hard to tell.
"I am sorry Payload." Myth says. "I did not mean to make you sad. I did learn a new saying recently though - 'kiss it better'." He suits actions to words, swooping into Payload and tipping her chin up with a surprisingly gentle hand. He then applies a deep kiss!
"Why not?" Myth asks, following Solaria and looking somewhat crestfallen. "Should we not celebrate victory? Not once, but twice in the day?"
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