Ever since I had drunk that vial, things had been different. I hadn't noticed right off the bat, but it quickly became obvious that I had somehow moved to a world much like my own, except for one key difference: here, women were the sexual aggressors.

At first, I'd thought the change was some kind of uncontrolled mental power on my part, but every piece of media - television, comics, books - now followed this same mirror morality. The male action heroes hemmed and hawed, wondering if their love interests would make for suitable mothers, while the women aggressively pursued them, took advantage of them, wolf-whistled, and everything else. Either my power had warped literally every mammal and record on Earth or, more likely, I had fallen into some parallel Earth, very similar to my home dimension except for this one key difference.

That wasn't all the vial had done. I could also sense parahumans, detecting the faint and multicolored pulsations emanating from their bodies, echoes and hints of powers and trigger events rolling off them. I'd noticed two girls at my high school with powers: a gawky, dark-haired girl with an aura that looked something like long, oscillating strands of electricity, and a dark-skinned beauty on the track team, her own aura like a dark grey smoke, constantly swirling around her.

There was more to the power, something to do with manipulating the powers of others. I could tell that much, but I couldn't really test it. What was I supposed to do? Just try fiddling with another parahuman's powers at school? They'd probably notice, and probably not be pleased with me.

So instead I did my best to simply pretend that I didn't have powers - I couldn't do much of anything with them, after all.

But...

If you live and breathe, you've probably fantasized about having sex with a heroine or villainess at some point, and almost all parahumans were one or the other. The gawky bullying victim didn't really attract my attention, compared to the standout that was the track star, Sophia Hess. Dark skin, athletic build, a lot of fire that made me think she'd be a wildcat - tomcat? - in bed. She'd probably have been way out of my league in my own world. I'm not ugly, but not handsome either - a seven out of ten back home, and that probably declines a point or two from guys spending much more time on their appearance here.

But if a six out of ten girl offers to have sex with you any way you like, well... you'd probably take them up on it, right? Unless you had some reason not to, and as far as I could tell, Sophia was straight and single.

So I mustered up the courage to approach her after a track practice session, her body lightly slick with sweat. My eyes wandered a little - she was fit, as you'd expect of somebody who got exercise both as a track team member and as a cape. She smirked at that, tilting her head. "Something to say?" She asked.

"Yes," I said, really not liking the anxiety developing in my stomach. This would be easy. "Would you like to have sex with me?"

She paused at that, frowning in surprise, tilting her head. "You're leading with that? Want to take it back?"

"No. I want you to fuck me, and take my virginity," I said. Hopefully that was a ridiculously sexy enough thing to cover up for the fact that it was insanely stupid and socially awkward way to phrase it. She was basically the equivalent of a teenage boy, after all.

She smirked. "Hey, if you're offering, I'll take you up on it." She stretched her neck. "I should hit the showers first, though."

I just nodded, not blurting out the first though in my mind, which was that I didn't really care if she was sweaty or not.

She dragged me along with her, made me get on the bus she took back, headed to her home. She paused momentarily as she arrived, checking the driveway and garage, before heading inside, smiling like a maniac as she all but threw me on the bed. "You know, fucking boys is one of the perks of being on the track team," she said, slamming the door behind her, "but they're normally a little more circumspect about getting taken to my bedroom."

"I guess I'm a slut?" I said, with a sheepish smile, not knowing what my response should be. That apparently satisfied Sophia, though, because she soon moved to straddle me, wearing a pair of shorts that showed off all her legs. Her hands gripped my biceps, holding me down beneath her, staring down at me.

"You're all alone in my bedroom. Door's locked. Mom's out. I could do anything I want with you." There was a certain menace in her voice, as if she wanted to see me afraid before she got to it.

"Go ahead," I responded, with a shrug - or as much of one as I could manage, my arms held to my sides like that.

She cackled at that, tossing her head up, dark hair tumbling around her features in a way that made her look beautiful rather than threatening. She let her hands leave my biceps, practically tearing my pants and underwear off, hard enough I briefly worried they'd rip as they slid down to rest above my knees. My by that point extremely erect cock popped out, and she smiled at that.

"You like that kind of talk, huh?" She teased, her hand stroking up and down my length, slim, dark fingers contrasting my own skin tone. "Maybe you are a slut," she said, still stroking me off. "I thought at first, you just had a crush and were dumb enough to think a girl's cunt was the way to a relationship, but that's not so, is it? You just want a nice, tight cunt around this cock of yours." She tilted it from side to side, as if demonstrating exactly what she was talking about.

My length twitched at that, and she smiled wickedly. I wasn't used to this kind of dirty talk - it was pretty unique to this universe - but I couldn't deny I liked it. The aggressiveness, the eagerness, the way she could scarcely believe that I'd just come up to her and asked her for sex. "I mean, I'd like to do it more than once," I told her.

She laughed at that. "Sure, if you feel good in my cunt," she said, licking her upper lip. "You know, I don't even know your name. Do you like that, slut? Being about to lose your virginity to a girl who doesn't know your name?" I nodded, and she laughed again, shaking her head, shifting her body to move from straddling me. Her gaze absently swept along my body with an appreciative hum as she peeled off her shorts and underwear, tossing them to the side before moving to straddle me again. "I'm going to pop your cherry in three... two... one!"

At that, she slammed herself down my entire length, making me groan at the feeling. Her insides were tight, exquisitely so, and my brain briefly simply shut off in response to the feeling, my eyes closing as I simply breathed in response to the pleasure she'd inflicted on me. For her part, she pushed up my shirt, soon peeling it off, her hands running along it with some interest. It was clear she wasn't entirely satisfied with my body, by the way she poked and groped my stomach, as if hoping some abs would suddenly appear there, but she didn't say anything.

She was just resting on my pelvis, then, staring down at me as she did so. "How's it feel, not being a virgin any longer?"

"Good," I breathed out, and she just smiled at that, laughing again.

"Have you had your first kiss?" She asked, still smirking. I shook my head, which made her giggle even further, her fit body quivering around my cock in the process, the small bounces from her laughter serving to massage my length where it rested within her. "You lost your cherry down there before your first kiss... I'd almost feel sorry for you." Her hand went up to my jaw, squishing my cheeks from below, forcing me to pucker up. "Maybe if you beg, I'll let you lose your kiss virginity before you come in a woman for the first time."

"Please kiss me," I slurred, her hand making it difficult. She wasn't riding me properly at that moment, just holding herself on my lap, clearly getting some sadistic kicks from this whole thing. She hummed, as if considering, shifting her body, and my eyes flicked down to see the hint of her toned stomach, delicious brown skin looking great. My hands slowly reached for her thighs, feeling and squeezing at the muscle there, before they started to ascend. "Please, Sophia, kiss me, take my kiss virginity."

She leaned forward, then, close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin, her hand still on my jaw. "Maybe I want to make you eat me out first, so my lower lips are the ones to get your first kiss. How would you feel about that, you little slut?"

In reply, I bucked up into her, my hips slamming against her, and she laughed at that, pulling up and back, letting go of my cheeks. My hands squeezed at her ass cheeks.

"You really are just the horniest little breeder there's ever been," she told me. "You didn't even ask if I was on the pill, you know that? I'm riding you raw, and you could be about to become a teenage father. You want to have to raise a child so young?" I shook my head. "You must really like me, then, to take that kind of risk."

"You're hot," I told her, and she laughed at that, her hips finally beginning to slowly ascend. She squeezed her cunt muscles around my cock as she leaned back, my lips still without a kiss as she pumped herself on my length. I squeezed and groped her firm, muscular ass, her track and field team membership meaning she had some of the best legs I'd ever gotten to feel up. Also the only legs I'd ever gotten to feel up.

She rode me gently at first, a casual, mechanical pace, her hands exploring my bare chest, squeezing my biceps, variously pinning and groping me as she stared down at me with a look of raw lust in her eyes. "Maybe I'll keep you for my personal use, you little slut. How would you like that?" She breathed the words out, her pace getting slowly faster on my cock, her cunt intermittently squeezing, following some mental pattern I couldn't identify, making it constantly unpredictable and constantly amazing.

"I'd, rather, you whored me out to your friends?" I tried, searching for something that would both entice her but not lock me into being her sex slave... she was a sadist, and she did have powers, after all. She laughed again at that, her body bouncing on my dick faster, now.

"Maybe I will then," she told me, leaning forward to press her forehead against mine, brown eyes boring into my own, her hands pinning me by the wrists beneath her as she started to pound up and down on my cock. "You should work on your body more, though. You're too skinny. Ladies like a boy with a little more meat on him," she explained, as she started to really ride me, almost manic, now, her tight sex gripping and squeezing and twisting my cock every which way.

Her cunt pounded up and down, her fingers digging into my wrists, and rather than kiss me, she instead ran her tongue slowly up my neck to my cheek, avoiding my mouth all the while, clearly finding it delightfully degrading to do. Every inch of my length was coated in her juices by that point, her body furiously pounding on me, and then, at last, she came, letting out a groan as she simply sat herself down in my lap, grinding into my pelvis as her cunt squeezed and jerked around my cock, massaging my length, her lips parting, a bit of drool splashing onto my bare chest. It was very erotic to watch, my eyes running up and down her body as she shook, her breasts bouncing beneath her top in a way that made me wonder if she was even wearing a bra.

When she was finished, she pulled back, taking off and tossing aside her shirt, leaving her wearing just a plain white sports bra, which soon also left her body. Dark chocolate breasts bounced freely as she started to ride me again, building up momentum once more. She shook her head, making her hair flow one way, then the other, beautifully framing her features. She stretched, craned, shifted atop me, gently twisting my cock inside her as she got herself properly flexible for the sex to come.

Once she was satisfied that she was good to go for a round two, I was once more on the receiving end of a furious pounding. She did everything she could to intensify the sensations, in spite of her sadistic bent - her sex worked me over, her thumbs played with my nipples, and she stared me dead in the eyes with naked lust. "Come on, you hot little slut," she breathed out, leaning slowly down towards me, tits bouncing as she rode me hard. "Come. I came already, now it's your turn."

It was then I realized making me come was a matter of pride for her - which only made sense. What guy brags about fucking a girl and her never coming? I just swallowed, though, not really knowing exactly how to reply. "You feel really good," I said, but I quickly saw that that was precisely the right thing to say to make her growl angrily. It's the kind of thing a girl says when the guy isn't really satisfying her. "Don't worry about making me come," I told her, trying to restrain my smile at her almost vindictive response, the scowl appearing on her face.

"No, I'm going to make you come," she stated, gripping the back of my head and forcing her lips against mine. She took my first kiss like that, tongue invading my mouth, playing with my palate, batting against my own tongue, some of her drool slipping out into my mouth to cake my own tongue as she kept jamming her cunt up and down my cock. One hand held me against her, leaving me unable to do anything but keep up the kiss, her other hand sliding down to grope and squeeze my ass. The little growls she let out, clearly annoyed that it was taking so much to get me to come, were incredibly sexy, and my cock twitched inside her in response.

I kept holding back, though, wanting to see her reactions, and they were definitely getting hotter by the second, her proud need to make me come erotic. She let go of my head to grope my ass with both hands, then tried playing with my nipples again, then just pinned me beneath her and went crazy on my cock, pounding up and down. When she pulled back to suck in a breath, I spoke up. "I could just finish myself off-" I started, and she just slammed her lips back against mine, sucking on my tongue.

If before she'd been working me like a marathon, now she was taking it at a sprint, her insides squeezing and coiling and massaging every inch of my dick as she furiously pounded me. Her hands held me beneath her, pinned, her tongue trying out all kinds of new things to add an extra note to the experience. Eventually I did, at last, come, and she groaned in relief, pulling back to sigh as I let myself come inside her. Her fingers let go of my hands, blood rushing back to them, and she popped off my cock. She sat on the bed for a few long seconds, some of my fluids dripping down her inner thighs as she recovered, panting and gasping, her chest rising and falling. She truly had been pushing herself, it seemed, especially given the way her skin was now slick with sweat.

"You really want me to whore you out?" She asked at last, breaking the silence. "One of my friends is a female model, if you're into that kind of thing," she said, a small smirk on her lips as she did so. I just nodded rapidly. I thought I knew who she'd talked about - a curvy redhead. "I should give her a sample picture, so she knows what kind of slut she's getting. You alright with me taking a few shots?"

"Go ahead," I said, nodding rapidly, my cock starting to rise again in response to the thought of a second round.

She laughed at that, noticing my erection when she returned from fumbling for her phone. "You really are a goddamn slut," she said, licking her lips as she started to take some pictures of me - my cock, my chest, my face, everything. "Grip and stroke that cock, show it off," she said, as she snapped some more shots of my now-full erection. I did as she requested, doing my best to show it every which way, twisting it left and right. Then she moved atop me, straddling my torso, not caring as some of my cum dribbled down onto my chest. Her hands were still on her phone. "Now, one last thing. Tell the camera how much of a slut you are, and how much you want to fuck Emma Barnes."

"I'm a huge slut," I said, making Sophia smile brilliantly, white teeth seeming all the brighter against her dark skin. "I gave up my virginity before I got my first kiss, and I did it raw for my first time without even thinking about condoms. And I really, really want to fuck Emma Barnes. I'm not even sure I know who that is, but I'll gladly fuck her any way she likes, if she'll have sex with me."

Sophia hummed approvingly as she turned off the camera, fiddling with the phone for a few seconds. "Good work, slut," she said, with a smile. "Let's see if your performance was good enough for Emma, hm?"

I just nodded. She'd really ridden me ragged, so I laid there for a while as she got up off me, heading to her bathroom. The door was left ajar, and I could soon hear the rush of water flowing down.

"Hey, slut, when the lady you just fucked hits the shower, that means she wants to be cleaned," she shouted out at me, and I hurriedly got up to follow her into the bathroom.