Fetch climbed into Brent's truck, her sore butt quickly jerking up when it made contact with the seat.
"Are you Ok?" Brent asked.
"Uh, yeah. Just feels weird." Fetch lied, her brother didn't need to know about her run in on the rooftop.
Brent was doing his best to keep her comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can be when you're naked in front of a sibling. He nearly melted keeping the heater on to keep her from getting cold. He avoided any highly populated areas if he could, and even offered to take his own clothes off. An idea that Fetch immediately shot down.
They stopped at a red light outside of a TV store with all of their displays set to the local news. Fetch saw the headline of the current story running. "D.U.P defeated by unlikely assailant" it read. She rolled her window down to listen.
"The D.U.P, once seen as this cities unstoppable protective force, suffered a humiliating loss today, but I think their assailant was humiliated just a bit more." The anchorman said in the stereotypical newscaster voice we're all too familiar with, "While searching for a conduit, they came across a woman in an alleyway that refused to clear the area. She then ran from the officers, leading to a 3 block foot chase before the showdown between her and the squad of D.U.P officers. This amateur footage shows just how unusual this whole situation was."
"No, they won't." Fetch quietly said to herself.
But they did. The next thing shown was footage from her earlier run in with the D.U.P. The station of course used the footage that gave the clearest view of Fetch's, we'll everything. The video was mostly censored, Blurring out her breasts and crotch, but they had no problem leaving her ass unblocked. This made it worse for her. In a way, that was the thing she wanted censored the most.
Then the worst part came. They showed the end of the battle, Fetch's victory. She knew what was coming next. A preemptive blush came over her face as the video showed her bending over to pick up the bag. This caused her butt cheeks to part, exposing her ass hole to the camera, at least it would've if a small blur didn't appear in the middle of her ass.
The news anchor continued, "Due to this new conduit's state of undress and apparent ability to control neon, citizens have taken to calling her 'The Neon Streaker' We'll have more on this story as it develops."
Fetch rolled her window back up and sighed.
"You ok?" Brent asked.
That question was starting to annoy her.
"Yes, I'm fine." Fetch said sarcastically, "The whole town, he'll probably the whole world is looking at my tits and ass and now, on top of being a wanted conduit, I'm also wanted for public nudity. But yeah, I'm fine."
"Don't worry. Once we get the money, we'll get away from here. Go somewhere they won't recognize you."
"It's all over the Internet Brent. There's no place that hasn't heard of it. Plus, my face doesn't exactly blend in."
"So we'll change your look. Dye your hair, style it differently, maybe ditch the piercings, you'll look like a whole new woman. We'll find a way to get a fresh start."
Brent's unwavering optimism was something to admire. Even after facing public humiliation on a global scale, Fetch was still somewhat calmed down by her brother's words.
They continued down the road until they hit a road block. Literally.
The D.U.P had set up on the street leading to the Space Needle. Traffic was brought to a halt as the officers went from car to car, no doubt looking for Fetch.
"Shit" Brent said.
They couldn't get off the street to turn around as other cars had them boxed in.
"Any ideas?" Fetch asked her brother.
"We can't get out, they'll shoot if we try to run, there's no way we can hide you." Brent put his head down,
"There's nothing we can do," He said, chocked with sadness, "we lost." He slammed his fist on the dashboard in anger.
Fetch was on the verge of tears herself, until a surge of determination came over her.
"No we didn't." She said, undoing her seat belt.
"What are you doing?"
"Carrying my weight. I'll distract them, get them to clear the way so you can get through. Then I'll lose 'em and meet you at the Space Needle."
"No! You're not risking yourself like that again. You caught them off guard last time, this time they're ready."
"I don't have to fight them. I don't have to worry about that stupid bag anymore, so I can run this time."
"It's still to dangerous. I'm not going to lose you."
"You'll lose me if you don't do anything. This is the only way we'll have a chance."
Brent sat in silence for a moment, desperately trying to think of a better plan. He couldn't.
"You're right." He said "Go. But make sure you come back safe."
"It's always do." Fetch said as she opened her door and exited the truck.
She walked back a couple of feet before running and jumping onto a semi truck near the front of the line.
"Hey! Looking for me?" She yelled, "I'll give you plenty to look at."
She wasn't bothering to cover up, she'd already been seen by so many people that these few wouldn't make much of a difference.
She started running at normal speed, drawing all eyes to her bouncing breasts, before taking off at full speed. She ran right through the road block, stopping behind it to make sure they would follow her.
"What are you waiting for? You want me? Come catch me"
She took off at full speed again, the D.U.P officers scrambling to get into their vehicles to chase her. They followed the trail of neon energy she left behind.
The citizens Fetch ran past were shocked, but not by her nudity. All they were able to see was a vaguely humanoid mass of neon light leaving a trail wherever it went. Fetch didn't know this however, and she didn't really care. Even if her nudity was obvious, she would be moving too fast for people to see her face.
When she thought she put enough space between her and the D.U.P, she ran up the side of a building and returned to normal speed. No longer followed by the trail of light, she jumped off the other side and snuck around are few blocks. She had reverted back to covering herself with her hands, D. were one thing, regular people were another. Thankfully, the road block kept the area from being too crowded.
When she was far enough away from her previous trail, she started running again. This time making a beeline for the space needle where her brother was already waiting.
She quickly arrived and stopped next to him.
"Oh, thank God!" Brent said, hugging his sister.
"Uh, Brent. Still naked." Fetch awkwardly said.
Brent quickly let go of her.
"Right, sorry."
An extremely awkward minute passed before one of them spoke up again.
"So our guy's up there?" Fetch asked.
"Yeah. Just gotta get him to open the elevator for us."
Brent pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"It's us, open up." He said after a few seconds.
Shortly after, the elevator dinged and opened up. Fetch and Brent went inside and made their way to the observation deck. There they saw a man wearing an altered D.U.P uniform. He didn't wear the helmet that the officers usually wore, the sleeves of the jacket were torn off to show tattoo covered arms, and the D.U.P logo across the front had a red slash through it.
"Well." The man said, "I knew this would be a big meeting, but I didn't know I'd be meeting the famous Neon Streaker."
Fetch tightened her grip on her privates, the man's comments furthered her embarrassment and reminded her bad it should be.
"That's enough." Brent said, noticing his sisters discomfort, "Don't you have the money or not."
"Depends. Do you have the bag?"
"Right here." Brent through the bag in front of him.
The man opened the bag to see its contents. Inside it were several pieces of technology that were foreign to both Brent and Fetch.
"Looks like it's all here."
"Good, now pay us so we can get out of here." Fetch said.
"Oh, what's the rush?"
Fetch just glared at the man as if to say "You're one more smart ass comment away from a neon foot up your ass"
He took the hint. He walked away for a moment and came back with 2 bags just as big as the one they brought him. He put them down in front of the two siblings. Brent opened one bag and went through it to make sure it was all there.
While Brent did this, the man kept his eyes fixed on Fetch. She kept herself covered with her hands, but just knowing what was underneath was enough to turn him on. She saw the bulge starting to form in his pants, the sight making her tighten the grip she had around her parts.
Fetch looked away, trying to imagine herself anywhere but here, but she couldn't help but keep glancing back at the outline of the man's hard on. Even when it was still inside his pants, she could tell that it was decently sized. Eventually her glances turned into full on stares, which the man took notice of.
He said nothing to keep from alerting her brother, who was now looking through the second bag, but with a smirk, he grabbed at his crotch and started rubbing along the length of his dick. Fetch tried to look away but couldn't. As uncomfortable as this whole situation made her, she couldn't deny that it was also slightly arousing to her as well. She felt some wetness form in her pussy.
"It's all here." Brent said, his words bringing his sister back down to Earth.
"Of course it is," The man said, "I'm a man of my word."
Brent shook the man's hand and him and Fetch started to walk away. Then the man made his biggest mistake yet. He brought his hand down and delivered a hard slap on Fetch's ass.
That was it. Fetch was officially fed up with people taking advantage of her situation. She turned around, took her hand off her pussy, and changed it with neon energy. She then grabbed the man's crotch, causing an inconceivably painful burning sensation, as if he had stuck his penis in molten lava.
When she felt like he had enough, she let go and pushed the man on his back. She then noticed the effect of her attack. The front of the man's pants has been burned off, causing his still hard dick to fall out. Fetch found herself staring again as she ran her eyes up and down the length of his sizable manhood, driving her crazier than ever.
"That's enough Fetch." Her brother said, "Let's get back to the boat before someone finds us."
"Huh, oh right." Fetch said, "Uh, you take the truck. I'll meet you there. I gotta take care of something first."
"Ok, but hurry up. We need to get out of here fast."
Fetch took off, using her powers to jump off the space needle and land unharmed. She then started running toward the docks, stopping at the same rooftop in downtown she had started at before. The sensation of empowerment and vulnerability mixed with the leftover arousal from her encounter with the man kept her from holding back anymore.
She laid down, spread her legs, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Finally being able to do this gave her a feeling of unparalleled pleasure. She didn't even try to hold back her moans, it was late enough to be sure that most people were asleep. She then started to play with one of her breasts, teasing its already hard nipple. She thought about everything that had happened that night, all the people that had seen her, all that would continue to see her, the things she had seen, even those two men on the roof that had fondled and teased her body not too long ago. Her body was heating up, causing a contrast with the cold concrete rooftop that only added to her arousal. All of these feelings came together, bringing her to a climax like she had never felt before.
With one last load moan, she threw her head back and came to the biggest orgasm she had ever felt. This final release caused her to lose control of her powers, causing multiple neon lasers to come from her pussy.
She laid on the roof for a moment to catch her breath before starting another run. She ran to the park, stopped right in front of a large wall, and went to work. Using her powers, she began to draw on the wall, leaving trails of neon.
When she was done, she took a step back and admired her creation. She had draw a woman with her back completely uncovered. It's butt was large, even compared to her own. The figure's nudity was made even more apparent when Fetch drew the top half. It was turned to face the park goers, showing the obviously bare side of one of her breasts. Fetch then signed her work of art. The words "Neon Streaker" were written in cursive in the corner of the wall.
Fetch then realized that she had to get back to Brent. She ran to the boat where her brother waited for her.
"What happened?" He asked, "I just saw a bunch of lasers shoot off. Are you ok?"
"Uh, yeah. Just ran into a few D. . Nothing huge." Fetch lied.
"Alright. Let's get out of here."
They both climbed into the boat and took off. Ready to start their new lives. Once they got to shore, Brent would get Fetch some clothes so she could finally stopped trying to cover herself with duffel bags.
They arrived in another city, and Brent went off to buy some clothes for Fetch. When he returned, he brought her a pair of white underwear with a bra to match, blue jean pants, and a white t-shirt. He walked away to give her time to dress. When she came out, he gave her a black beanie.
"What's this for?" She asked.
"It's hard to hide pink hair." He replied, "Keep this on until we can do something about it."
He had a point. Fetch put the hat on and they both started looking for a new place to live. They would eventually find a nice apartment and go on with their lives as if no one ever knew Fetch was a conduit. They had finally gotten their fresh start, and that was worth everything Fetch had to go through to get it.
The End.
