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  "You got this Alli! I believe in you." Mark's text message was encouraging. Mark was always encouraging. Allison had let him know about the upcoming exam but neglected talking about the part where she would need to perform in the nude.

  But Allison was not going to back down. To Commander Stone's surprise, as soon as she got to the training hall, she stripped down. Standing tall, her breasts protruded proudly, her nipples erect from the slight chill in the air. Jetstream and Jake finding it hard to look away.

  Commander Stone cpped loudly. "Good show Nightshade. That is what I like to see! Considering you are so eager, I'll let you run the exam first."

  Allison couldn't help but smile at her instructor's approval.

  "This is a simple search and rescue test." Commander Stone started to expined the exam to the assembled sidekicks. "There will be three civilians in danger and one simuted vilin active. You will be scored on how effectively you are able to rescue the three civilians, you will not be scored on how well you fight the vilin."

  Commander Stone pointed to a crash test dummy that was flopped down beside him. "These dummies will be your civilians." He then pressed a button on device in his pocket. "And this will be your vilin."

  A tangle of metal tentacles appeared from a hidden compartment in the ground, there must have been dozens of them. They all congealed at the base to form a writhing mass. "This contraption, compliments of The Outfitter, is known as Seamore. Be careful, it has a tendency to grip on tight. Any questions?" Stone neglected to pause, "No? Good. Nightshade, your up."

  Allison nodded as she sized up the machine. The metal arms contorted and shifted, searching for a target to tch onto. With a deep breath, she focused her powers and lifted off the ground. The tentacles convulsed as if sensing prey, but she hovered just out of reach.

  Weaving through the air, she scanned the room for the dummies. She spotted one trapped under a weighted net in the corner. With a telekinetic tug, she released the net and guided the test subject safely to the rescue zone.

  Another dummy was stuck high up on the wall, its limbs filing wildly. Nightshade flew over and easily plucked it from its perilous perch. As she did, a metal tentacle shed out, wrapping around her thigh. She cried out in surprise, feeling the cold metal dig into her flesh. With a grunt, she strained to break free, her powers fring. The tentacle loosened, and she pulled away.

  Landing gracefully, she pced the second dummy into the rescue zone. As she turned to face the st rescue, she felt a subtle change in the air. A shiver ran down her spine as she realised the machine was learning, adapting to her movements. The metal arms unduted with purpose now, some reaching for her while others scanned the room for the remaining target.

  She located the final dummy halfway across the room, but a forest of tentacles separated her from it. A single metal arm slithered towards the helpless crash test subject. Allison created a telekinetic shield to protect the dummy. The metal arms spped against her force field, the impact vibrating purple barrier.

  She pushed forward through the tangle of metal, her shield holding strong. With a swift movement, she grabbed the final dummy and retreated, the arms snatching at her with increased urgency.

  Almost clear, she felt a sudden shift. A few arms broke off, slithering towards her from the side. Caught off guard, she stumbled. In that moment, a tentacle wrapped around her waist, pulling her off bance. She fell forward to the ground, nding on her knees. The dummy falling beside her, fortunately not too hard.

  The metal arms constricted, pulling her back against a thick tentacle. Her breasts pressed against the cold metal as she was held in pce. Allison struggled, but the machine had her trapped.

  The tentacles shifted, one sliding up her leg, another caressing her back. She cried out, her voice echoing in the training hall. The arms bound her wrists, holding her arms behind her back as another slid between her legs, pressing against her pussy.

  She moaned as the metal appendage rubbed against her. Her teeth clenched as the machine stimuted her. The arms moved in unison, touching her breasts, sliding across her thighs, caressing her body.

  Allison realised the true nature of this machine. The Outfitter had created a lewd, perverse contraption, of course he had.

  As the mechanical arms continued their viotions, she arched her back, the tentacle between her legs pressing firmly against her most sensitive spot. Her body betrayed her, responding to the stimution, the vibrations reminding her of the toy she left back home.

  Allison writhed in the grip of the mechanical monster, her body betrayed her as the cold metal arms teased and stimuted. Waves of pleasure washed over her and she cried out, her voice echoing in the training hall. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to pass the test and not get captured, she was not supposed to be turned on.

  A s she reached the peak of her ecstasy, her powers fred to life, stimuted by her pleasure. She felt her powers surge with the same intensity as her orgasm.

  With a powerful scream, she unleashed her telekinetic powers like never before. The training hall lights flickered as a surge of purple energy bsted out. The machine, Seamore, was no match. The metal arms were torn apart, the very metal of the robot melted and contorted by her power.

  Free, she stood up, the remnants of the machine a smouldering pile of sg at her feet. Jetstream, Full Moon, Zephyr, and Commander Stone were all stunned. The dummies rescued, her powers satisfied, and the test passed with a result far beyond expectations.

  "Good work Nightshade." Stone nodded. "Unconventional, but good."

  "Holy shit, I think I need a smoke after seeing that." Jetstream joked.

  "Are we going to be able to continue the tests?" Zephyr asked. "Seamore looks a bit broken."

  "Don't worry, we got plenty more Seamores." Commander Stone assured. "You can get your kit back on Nightshade."

  "Oh, right." Allison had almost forgotten she was naked. She was still crackling with purple energy, this had never happened to her before.

  Zephyr stepped up next, ready to take on the test next as a new machine revealed itself from the ground. Her breezy confident aura hiding her nervousness. The metal tentacles writhed, sensing fresh prey. Stone activated the machine, and the new Seamore came alive, its arms slithering towards Zephyr. She took a deep breath, summoning a gust of wind that pushed the metal arms back. With graceful movements, she danced around the room, her silver headband glinting in the light. The arms snapped at her, but she was too quick, her body moving with the agility of the wind. Before long she had saved the dummies and past the test.

  When it was his turn, Jake's gangly form transformed as he embraced his lycanthropic powers, his body expanding and shifting into his towering werewolf form. Muscles bulged beneath his fur, and his cws extended, sharp and menacing. The mechanical arms shed out, but Full Moon was too strong. He but the machine to ribbons before saving the dummies.

  Jetstream turn, and he was eager to showcase his own abilities, Commander Stone activated the machine, and Seamore surged towards the speedy superhero. With a burst of speed, Jetstream zipped across the room, a white blur. The arms filed in vain as he ducked and weaved, his movements too swift to track. In mere moments, he had located and rescued the dummies.

  The four sidekicks had all pasted their first exam.

  "Good work recruits. No training tomorrow so enjoy your evening." Commander Stone dismissed them.