Announcementcontent warning: brief mentions of lewdness; unintentional misgendering; brief mention of transmisia=::= Talia's PoV =::=

  "You're finally awake," my incredible girlfriend commented as my eyelids fluttered open. "How are you feeling Talia?"

  My brain was still in the process of rebooting after that st round, while my body felt like I'd just pyed two back-to-back games after running a marathon. So the best I could do was moan softly, "Nnnnngggh."

  Rachel smiled as she gently encouraged me, "Use your words love. You can do it."

  "Unnnnggghh," I moaned again, before finally remembering how to use my mouth for things other than pleasuring my girlfriend. "Oh my goddess, that was incredible! If someone described that to me I wouldn't believe it. I didn't think it was possible to feel that good mistress! Or come that many times in one night..."

  The adorable foxy genius blushed, "Rolepy is over Talia, please stop calling me that. The effects of the slutification ray wore off more than half an hour ago."

  "I've got one of your energy drinks here if you're thirsty?" she added. "I'm sure you could use the hydration, and the electrolytes."

  That made me smile weakly as I sat up, "Thanks Rae. If all supervilins were as good at after-care as you then there wouldn't be a cape left standing."

  Her blush got brighter while I accepted the drink from her. It was already open, and I didn't waste any time gulping down half of it in one go. The cold refreshing beverage definitely helped, and when I finally lowered the bottle down a few seconds ter I looked around to take in the scene.

  I was sitting naked in the middle of Rachel's bed, with my tail weakly wagging behind me. My soccer outfit was scattered around on the floor, along with the clothes she'd been wearing earlier. My body was still slick with sweat, among other things, and her bedding really needed a visit to the undry. My girlfriend on the other hand looked like she'd been up for a while. She probably hadn't showered yet, but she seemed calm and collected, and she'd pulled on an oversized nightshirt at some point.

  After draining the st of my sports drink I asked, "What time is it? We didn't go at it all night long, did we?"

  "No of course not," she replied with another blush. "It's just past nine o'clock. I told you the effects would only st six hours, remember?"

  She continued, "I'm sure you're hungry, do you want to order something in? Or there's some chicken in the freezer, I can thaw it out and do something with that if you prefer."

  My tail started wagging a little faster as I grinned, "Chicken sounds good. But let's order in, ok? I'm craving something deep-fried, I need to replenish some of those calories we spent half the day burning off."

  "All right," she agreed. Then she hesitated, "Someone called a few times while you were asleep. I didn't answer, but I saw the call dispy on your phone? I think it was your folks."

  That sent a little shock of anxiety through me, and my tail came to a sudden halt while my ears drooped. "Oh. Ok, thanks Rae. Can you put in the order for dinner, while I check my messages?"

  "Of course," she nodded.

  She took the empty energy drink bottle with her as she left her bedroom, while I stayed motionless on her bed for another minute.

  Eventually I let out a long anxious sigh as I peeled myself up off the sheets, then found my phone at the end of her desk. Her new slutification ray was sitting there too, and seeing that sent some happy little shudders through my body. Those faded quickly though, as I focused on my phone instead. I picked it up, then went into my own room to deal with it. I ended up sitting naked on my gaming chair as I tapped the voicemail icon, then raised the phone up to my foxy ears.

  "Hello son," mom's voice came through the speaker. She sounded a little stressed as she continued, "Sorry I missed you. I know, it's Saturday night so I'm sure you're out enjoying yourself."

  After a sigh she got to the point, "Your father accidentally opened a letter that came here for you. It said that your schorship had been cancelled, they're not going to pay for your tuition next year. They cimed you vioted their terms and failed to maintain your obligations?"

  Her tone shifted into concern or worry as she asked, "Son have you been letting your grades slip? I know you're a good boy, you wouldn't have done anything to get yourself in trouble, on or off the field."

  "Please call me when you get the chance," she sighed. "If not tonight then tomorrow for sure. Ok son? Thank you. I love you, talk to you soon!"

  The message ended there, and I let out a long sigh of my own as I set my phone down. I knew I'd have to talk to my family sooner or ter, but I'd been trying to put that off as long as possible. Now it seemed like I had a day to prepare myself before coming out to them.

  I left my phone on my desk, then pulled on one of my old football jerseys. It was big enough to act like a rge nightshirt, and I kind of liked the way it looked with the team logo draped over my boobs. Then I headed out to join my girlfriend in the living-room.

  "I put in the order," she let me know. "It'll be here in about half an hour. How'd it go with your folks? Everything ok?"

  Then she noticed how my ears and tail were drooping, and her ears drooped a bit as well. She gave me a sad look as she asked, "You haven't told them about being foxificated yet, have you?"

  "Nope," I shook my head as I slumped onto the sofa next to her. I cuddled up close against her side then added quietly, "I've been thinking about it non-stop for the st two weeks? But I just haven't figured out how to break it to them."

  Rachel's ears folded back as she asked in a worried tone, "You think they'll be angry? Or they'll disown you or something? They're not transmisic are they?"

  "Nah," I shook my head again. I slipped an arm around her shoulders as I told her, "My parents seem pretty progressive, to be honest? It's actually my brother Hank I'm worried about."

  My voice trailed off and I sighed quietly. Unfortunately I couldn't tell Rachel why I was so worried about how Hank would react when he found out what happened to me.

  It was a secret that nobody else knew, but my older brother was actually the Fming Fist. That's how I knew what superheroes were really like, because Hank was one of them. Not only had I lived with a cape for years, he wasn't shy about telling me stories about his 'heroic' buddies whenever the two of us were hanging out together.

  Hank was like a bigger, stronger, tougher version of my original form. He looked and acted like a typical meathead jock, and as near as I could tell he seemed to enjoy it. He definitely had anger management issues, and he tended to work out his frustration with his fists. Putting on a costume and calling himself a good guy meant he could get away with beating people up, as long as the folks he pounded into paste were the so-called 'bad guys'.

  And I was positive the moment he found out about my foxgirlification, him and his cape friends would get involved. They'd insist on looking into what happened whether I wanted them to or not, which would lead them straight to Rachel. And that would be even worse than getting caught by the bureaucracy. Hank and his buddies would probably decide my girlfriend was a supervilin, then they'd have a field day beating up a small defenceless foxgirl. And I couldn't let that happen.

  "Talia?" Rachel asked in a soft worried tone. "Are you sure you're ok? You look upset."

  I nodded slowly then sighed, "I'm ok cutie. Just trying to think about how to break all this to my family, and how that might py out? Like I said, I'm pretty sure my folks will be ok once they get over the shock? I'm just worried how my brother will react."

  "He's five years older than me," I added, "And he's an even bigger tougher jock than I ever was. Meaner too, he's kind of a bully."

  She gave me another worried look, but before she could respond I had a question for her.

  "Hey Rachel, have you come out to your family already? How'd that go?" I asked.

  My girlfriend's ears drooped again as her expression shifted from concern back to sadness. She sighed, "Yeah. Well, sort of?"

  "I sent them both an email st weekend," she expined quietly. "I told them I was trans, that I'd started using the name Rachel and she/her pronouns. I didn't tell them about the ray or that I was a foxgirl, I wanted to see how they'd react to me being trans? I guess I had a feeling it wouldn't go well. And I was right."

  I hugged her a little tighter and asked, "What happened cutie?"

  She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed once more, "My dad texted me when he got the email. He was angry, he said next time I came home he was going to beat some sense into me so I'd know better than to send him and mom 'bad jokes' like that. So I texted back a question, what if I wasn't joking? And he wrote, in that case I shouldn't go home at all, if I valued my safety."

  "So I guess I'm disowned or something," she added softly. "I emailed my mom separately, after the texts with dad. To see how she felt about it? But she never wrote back at all."

  Hearing that left me feeling angry and sad at the same time. I gave my girlfriend a gentle squeeze as I told her, "Damn Rachel. I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do? Are you going to be ok?"

  "I'm fine," she replied with a little shrug. "Like I said, I knew there was a chance it wouldn't go well."

  Then she grimaced, "That's probably why it took me so long to hatch? Because of them, because of how they raised me. I didn't believe I could possibly be trans, despite how eager I was to turn myself into a foxgirl."

  "Oof," I groaned. "There's a mood. Not so much my folks, but I went through my teen years listening to my big brother go on about how important it was to be strong and manly and tough and rugged and all that macho meathead nonsense."

  "Sorry Talia," Rachel said as she gave me a kiss. Then she frowned, "Hey wait a minute! Does that mean you've actually accepted that you're trans after all?!"

  My eyes widened and my cheeks heated up. I thought for a second or two about denying it, but I knew it was too te. I was busted.

  So I grinned and shrugged, "Oops? Yeah I guess you're right. Hey look at that, turns out I'm trans too. Wow, what are the odds?"

  My girlfriend facepalmed, then gave me another hard look. I was positive she was about to demand answers, like how long had it been since I hatched or when was I going to tell her or something along those lines. Fortunately I was saved by the bell, literally. Her phone pinged that our food was about to arrive, which was enough of a distraction.

  She got up and headed to the door to take care of that, while I stifled a little sigh of relief and stayed put on the sofa. And while Rachel was getting our dinner my thoughts returned to my brother, and how to deal with him.

  Unfortunately I couldn't think of any good answers. Him and his cape buddies would make it their business, whether I wanted their help or not. Then they'd find out about Rachel's inventions, and that'd be the end of it. The problem was her gadgets were just too damn good.

  "Here we go," my girlfriend's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

  She sat down next to me again as she put the food on the coffee table in front of us. We had a couple rge sodas, and she got the chicken burger with fries while I had the two-piece combo meal.

  "Thanks cutie," I smiled as I sat up and got started on my food. Then as I munched on a bite of chicken breast I commented, "I know you made that slutification ray to be like a keychain? But please promise me you won't actually put it on your keys. Don't even take it out of the apartment, ok?"

  I added, "I know you're not evil, but other people might not understand."

  Rachel nodded as she chewed on a bite of her burger. Then she replied, "I get it Talia. And don't worry, I wouldn't risk letting any of those things fall into the wrong hands."

  That was a relief. Although it left me wondering about something else, so I had to ask. "Out of curiosity, would the slutification ray actually work on a cape? Or I mean, would it affect a meta-human the way it did me? And um, what would happen if it accidentally got used on someone with a masc body?"

  "Huh," my girlfriend got a thoughtful look on her face, that remained as she continued quietly munching on her dinner.

  After a few minutes she finally replied, "Ok obviously it was only ever designed to work on you, for that rolepy stuff? So this is all hypothetical. But the bottom line is, capes or vilins are still human. The 'meta' part doesn't negate the 'human' part. So yes, the ray would work on them."

  "In fact," she continued with a grimace, "There's a good chance it'd be even more effective on a meta-human. After all, it was designed to work against your natural speed and strength, right? So the stronger and or faster they are, the more potent the effects."

  "As for what it'd do to a masc-shaped body," she hesitated with another thoughtful frown. "This is pure specution, but what it does is kind of hard-wired into the device. So it's going to do the same thing it did to you, more or less. Each exposure to the ray is going to drain some of their strength and speed as it gradually emascutes and feminizes them."

  I gulped quietly then found myself asking, "Ok for argument's sake, let's say a vilin got her hands on the ray. What would happen if she used it on, say, the Ptinum Pugilist or the Fming Fist? What would happen to them?"

  My girlfriend shrugged, "Using the red button would function the same. That directly stimutes the nerves in the target's erogenous zones and the pleasure centre of the brain. It'll work better after the subject's been transformed though."

  "As for what the pink transformation button would do..." she paused briefly before beginning her expnation.

  "This hypothetical and specution, but after a full six applications of the ray someone like the Fming Fist would become a hyper-feminine version of himself. Slender arms and legs, narrow waist, physically weak, and with huge boobs, wide hips, and a bubble butt. His libido would be much higher, and he'd be insatiably horny and incredibly sensitive."

  "I'm positive he'd still have his penis and testes though," Rachel added. "The ray wasn't designed to change that. I'm honestly not sure what effect it'd have on those? Probably nothing, but it could make them smaller. Or bigger, I really don't know."

  She continued, "The ray wouldn't do anything to his mind of course, although he'd still have to deal with the libido and the sensitivity. He probably wouldn't be happy about any of that, so the vilin would be in for a pretty rude surprise when the ray wore off six hours ter."

  "Right," I grimaced. "Good thing you built that six-hour safety into the thing."

  Rachel nodded as she finished the st of her burger. Then she scooped up a few fries, but before eating them she commented "Of course if the vilin knew it was only temporary, they could probably come up with workarounds."

  My eyebrows shot up and I asked, "Oh? Like what?"

  "Easiest thing would be to just keep it handy and watch the time," she shrugged as she munched on her fries. "The instant it wears off, tap the pink button six more times. Unless the meta has super-stamina they're probably going to be worn out even after the thing wears off. Like you were tonight? So there'd be time to re-apply it, before the cape fully recovered."

  She looked thoughtful again as she continued, "Of course doing that every six hours is going to get tedious, the vilin would eventually slip up and miss the timing. A smart vilin would probably take the thing apart and try to figure out how it worked. Find the safety mechanism and disable it, maybe try and make it permanent?"

  After another little gulp I asked quietly, "Is that possible?"

  "Obviously I didn't design it to be permanent," she shrugged again. "But it wouldn't be hard to extend the duration. A few tweaks to the circuitry, some minor changes to the firmware, you could increase it from six hours to six days. Or six weeks. Six months maybe? Not that it matters."

  "Right," I nodded slowly. "Because we won't let it fall into the hands of any vilins."

  And as I had a gulp of my soda I quietly reminded myself that I wasn't evil. I didn't want to conquer or destroy the world. I just wanted to keep my genius girlfriend safe from super-powered bullies in capes.

  Nothing wrong with that, right?

  PurpleCatGirl