A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name, or at the blue bird place, NOTTHISWAYQQ~

Brockton Bay had many villains, and not enough heroes. This was a fact of life that people who lived there had simply gotten used to. It just was what it was. Fortunately, it did have some rather high profile, well known and popular heroes. Among them was the shining beacon of accountability and heroism that was New Wave, the heroes with open identities, the heroes who the public could look to!

Even if, in Vicky's own humble and personal opinion, New Wave had long since forgotten anything it had ever stood for and was now just an excuse to make public appearances, drive up their own personal fame, and milk their heroic personae for success in their private careers. After all, people wanted to have the superhero lawyer, people trusted the superhero realtor, people went to the gym owned by the superheroes, everyone wanted to be the ones who could claim they had Laserdream in their college, people fell over themselves to provide Panacea or Glory Girl options to expand their education.

But always feeling like she needed to earn all of this, Victoria had always made it a point to keep up her heroic work, at least three times a week. Naturally, this meant going on patrols every other day, and take weekends off. Today happened to be one of the rare days where she had actually been chasing a criminal.

The first thing she had noticed was a man escaping rather quickly from somewhere, the next was the group gathered around a woman who had been mugged, molested and brutalized. A black woman. The man fleeing had no hair to speak off on his head. Following the bald asshole didn't take too long. Glory Girl worried about the victim but could do little about it - she was no medic and couldn't offer any more help than the lady calling the police did.

What she could do was follow the skinhead to an out of the way alley, descending down upon him as he caught his breath, and quickly pushing him to the ground.

"How's it feel to be on the other end, punk?" she asked, as she glared down at him.

He opened his mouth to spit an insult at her or something, and she snarled as he began to let it loose, kicking him softly. For her, anyway. He still skid on the ground, groaning in pain. Bruises, not quite broken ribs. She wasn't so stupid as to lose her control so fast... no, she had specific plans. She had seen the torn clothes, she had seen the bruises. She hadn't caught him in the act, but she guessed what he had done to that woman. The sick desire he had satisfied.

And she was here to make sure he never did something like that again. She kicked his legs apart, and he screamed, trying to get up but unable to with the air driven from his lungs. She growled.

"I'll make sure you never even think of touching a woman ever again, you piece of shit," she said, as she raised her foot, and stomped, hard, on his crotch. It gave way easily, and she knew that he would never recover from this. Only a parahuman healer could restore his reproductive abilities, and as it wasn't life threatening, he'd never be visited by her sister. He screamed a little and then passed out in shock.

Her job done, Victoria grabbed her phone from her pants pocket. Not her smartphone, the latest of its kind, no, instead it was an old flip phone. She opened it, the burner coming to life quite quickly. She dialed the emergency services and lowered the pitch of her voice, putting a handkerchief over her mouth. When it was answered, she made sure to scowl for further distortion. "Someone busted a rapist's balls over by..." she rattled off the alley's location, closed the phone and hung up the call.

She turned to leave, and as she looked into the mouth of the alley before flying off, she saw... something unexpected. There was a boy, roughly her age, maybe younger, standing with a shocked expression.

"G-Glory Girl?" he asked in shock.

She moved quickly, dashing towards him, grabbing him by his jacket, and pulling him into the alley.

"D-Don't, don't hurt me, I won't tell anyone!" the boy cried.

"Oh, I'm going to make sure you won't," Victoria said, eyes narrow, as she forcibly planted the boy against the wall. She looked him up and down. Not bad, not bad in the least, she mused. He was wearing skinny jeans, he was on the thinner side. Not her usual fare, she preferred beef generally, but there was something to be said about variety. She grinned. "I'm going to give you a very convincing argument to keep quiet."

"W-What do you-"

She undid his fly, licking her lips as she did, pulling his pants down alongside his underwear. Not bad at all, a good, nice size, an enticing curve, and trimmed down hair. "Good, do you clean regularly?"

"D-Daily!" he said, voice high pitched.

"Good boy, you've earned yourself a prize," she said, floating down until she was level with his crotch, quickly taking him in, his entire cock slipping into her mouth. She licked and swirled her tongue, it was indeed clean, tasting only of the slight sweat and grime of a day, not the stench or sting of unwashed cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, his cock springing to its full length in just a few seconds of her expert, well trained blowjob. She suckled, slurping up his precum, the alley filled with the sound of her moans as she enjoyed herself.

Truly, this was the best of both worlds, she mused. She got to heroically prevent a bad guy from ever using his weapon again, and she was giving a very good argument to a law abiding citizen why her actions were just.

She placed both hands on the boy's hips and began redoubling her speed and effort, the boy's moans and sweet cries filling her ears and brain with ecstasy, sending a nice and tingly feeling to her cunny as she ruthlessly swallowed him down to the base, taking him into the back of her throat, as he announced his ejaculation.

"C-Cummiiiiing!" he cried softly, voice high pitched and enticing as he fully lost control and humped her face, to little effect, as she basked in the defense of her forcefield and the strength it granted her. The boy pumped his thick, jelly-like seed, a sign of someone who was terribly backed up, which she swallowed, drinking eagerly and with gusto.

Every humping thrust came with another load of thick cum jelly, though soon, all good things come to an end, and he was finally done cumming, panting as he slid on his back to the floor.

Vicky wiped her mouth with her fingers and popped the overflowing seed into her mouth, savouring and then swallowing it. She winked at him. "So keep quiet about what you saw today, alright?"

The boy nodded, dumbly.

Vicky giggled. It's not like anyone'd ever believe that he saw Glory Girl crush a guy's balls and then give him a blowjob.

She flew off, wondering if she could find Dean so he could scratch that itch, before she got so wet that it showed through her pants...