Go, Tara Go!
Chapter 2- Worse than Barkin
"Oh, god." Bonnie groaned at her guests, wondering why in hell did she ever think this was a good idea. The purple princess quietly sighed as she gave the two another look. 'This is gonna suck.'
On one side was NOT-Hego, the NOT- superhero of Go city. As anyone might've guessed, that was a lie. Hego was actually the leader of the local spandex patrol of Middleton's sister city, Go… town? Go village? Something. The 'Go friends' or 'Go street boys', whatever, were a power rangers rip-off. Weird costumes. All different colors. Powers. What have you. All and all, they were nothing special. Especially in the modern day, where there were superheroes around every corner. Only two things made the 'Go Boys' stick out. The fact that they managed a comeback after 'disbanding'. A rarity for any sponsored super team, especially after losing a member. The second? Their whole gimmick was being so damn corny. Cheesy dialogue. Cringy villains. The Baddies henchmen actually wearing whitey tighties on the outside.
And their leader was the worst.
Hego himself was a big man, with bulging muscles and rippling meat that more belonged to a beast of burden than a man… at least the top part of him. Which took up, like, 3/4's of his body. Don't ask how. The last quarter of this man was a pair of scrawny chicken legs. The hero's outfit was a miss matched blue and black costume, domino mask and all. Skin tight, like most spandex patrol uniforms. But... for some reason, this guy had decided to wear it inside out. The costume looked exactly the same, except that it still had the tags on. Of which had 'property of Hego' written with a sharpie on it.
On the other side was none other than Tara King. Bonnie's long time best friend and sidekick… and so much more. Tara was everyone's friend. Everyone's helper. Everyone's… look, people liked her. Okay. And unlike certain ginger cheer captains slash globetrotting superheroes, Tara didn't do it because she needed people to like her or couldn't say no. Tara was the sort of person who tried to make the best of any situation. Found the silver lining in any bad time and made good better. While she might not be too great at the joke part, Tara always found a way to make people laugh. When it came to any kinda problem, Tara always found the best way to handle it. Especially when it came to people. Something Bonnie had been forced to admit, it was something the purple princess desperately needed.
Oh, and she was also an aspiring fanficition writer who loved 'saucy bits' and 'lemons'. The more absurd pairing the better.
Which explains a few things about today.
As for what Tara was wearing, her outfit was actually her old JV uniform that she stopped wearing after her sophomore year. Bonnie wondered if anyone would anyone believe Tara if she told them it still fit? Back when they were still fourteen, the purple and orange top easily went down to her wrists and reached her navel. Now it was basically a tube top, the sleeves barely making it halfway up the elbow.
This might come as a surprise to some people, but it wasn't Bonnie who had the largest chest in the squad, or even their grade. It was Tara. Its a bit of a secret that the chest's 'size' is more or less appearances and tricky binding- There are reasons why women wear bras. Its not just for protecting their chest. Oh, and the occasional stuffing of bra cups. If Bonnie put no effort in her 'appearance'? Well-Yeah, she'd still be up there. As for Tara?
'Wow'. Bonnie thought, staring at her friend's costume.
Bonnie wouldn't be surprised if she was showing some under-boob right now. Hell, the top would probably burst open if Tara tried hopping over a shoe. As for the matching skirt? Back when they first got it, it reached down to her knees. Now? If Tara moved at all, you could see what kind of panties she was wearing. Like a lazy ecchi anime. Tara's words.
It was so tight on her, Bonnie was sure Tara was having some trouble breathing… and she knew her viewers would love it. Judging from how his eyes kept twitching toward her every second, Hego did too.
Bonnie made a mental note of that as she swerved the laptop back around to face her.
"Because of my last 'special guest', me and 'the cheerleader' know a little something the folks at home don't." Bonnie turned the laptop's camera back to the girl in the hand-me-down uniform and the hero in the inside out costume. The former was smiling goofily at the other. The latter was red-faced and nervous. He wouldn't look at any of them. The guy even tried doing that innocent whistling thing, but he just ended up blowing air out his lips. "Sooooo, Not-Hego. The not- hero of Go-town and the not- leader of the Go-boys. Care to explain to the folks at home how and why you're on my show?"
"I…We… They…alone time…" And it just kept going on from there. The veteran superhero and man mountain's face kept getting redder and redder with every word. Soon enough, Hego just shut his mouth, turned his head to the side and pretended no one was there. His purple face was sticking out like an actual sour thumb on his blue costume. Actually, it was about the same shade as Bonnie's button down shirt.
"Dang, you really got the adorkable thing down pat, don't ya?" Tara smiled, patting Hego on his chest. Instantly the man mountain in blue deflated- like actually deflated. He turned to the cheerleader, stared at her for a moment. His stressed, stone face met her warm and cheerful one- Hego let out a breath and his purple face turned back to normal, relieved. Tara herself turned back to the camera. "To answer the folks at home, a certain team of heroes are fans of a certain show. And we-" Tara pointed at herself and Bonnie. "Asked them to come on for an episode or two."
"Please excuse the young lady." Hego said, putting his hand in front of Tara. Blocking her face from the camera. "The girls asked for a look-alike. I and the rest of my... team, are cover heroes. When the… real heroes, are busy, um, saving the world. We do what we can when they can't. Says I, Hego, hero of Go ci- Darn, Not-Hego, not Hero of go city."
It was quiet after that. Even the comment section was silent as the grave. Though Tara still had a smile on her face, god knows why. Though it looked more like a formality than anything else. Bonnie herself remembered when Ron got caught and lied, a lot of times. Either covering for someone or just doing something stupid, pants or not. Not once was it like this.
"Jesus, this guy makes Ro- the sidekick look like fucking Jack Hench."
"Who?" The veteran superhero asked, raising an eyebrow at Bonnie before he brushed her off. "Regardless, obviously real upstanding heroes would never, accidentally, look at a cam show starring under age girls."
"Look and pay for." Bonnie added, putting on an 'evil' smirk and made sure Hego saw it.
"Quite the big tippers too." Tara cheered, patting a very nervous looking Hego on the back. The girl's head barely made it to his shoulders. She actually had to extend her arm all the way to do it. And just to keep the symmetry, Tara's smile was as innocent as a kitten and a puppy playing in the same slipper. "Thanks buddy- oh, sorry. Mr. impersonator."
"Th-That's quite the hy-hypothetical Miss." Hego coughed, embarrassed. "As a hero- a hero stand in, it is my…pleasure, to aid these two, um, young citizens, any way I can."
The two girls looked at each other. Tara beamed at him, even clapping her hands together as if Santa himself was giving her a puppy. Bonnie could only slink away with a groan.
"Did he even know how many double entendres that was?"
"Those were double entendres?" Tara asked, fallowed by a gasp of joy. "Oh, they were! All accidental too. Those were accidental, right?"
"Um, what's an 'entendre'?" Hego asked, raising an eyebrow at the young blond girl to his side. "Is that one of those 'street lingo' things I've heard kids do these days…dawg?"
"Jesus, he's worse than Barkin."
"Hey, don't you use the lord's name in vain, young lady." The hero scolded, wagging his finger at Bonnie before he started sliding one index finger down the other at her. "Shame on you."
"…Christ." The purple princess groaned, outright slapping the palm of her hand over her face. "I think we made a mistake here."
"Are you kidding? He's great. A perfect straight man character. He's not 'comically serious', but close enough-oh, I gotta write this down."
Tara squeaked, patting herself down looking for something- then she remembered what she was wearing. The old JV uniforms didn't have any pockets. The new ones don't either, but you really knew it back then. That was when Tara rolled her eyes and tried to slip her hand down her top. The old thing that fit her at 14 was too tight, she couldn't get her hand in. The happy sidekick tried tugging at it, but it barely did anything. Finally, Tara went in the opposite. Turns out Bonnie was right, Tara was showing some under-boob. It was enough room for her to slide her hand right in the top and between her breasts. The young Miss King pulled out her phone not long after.
Throughout all of this, Hego didn't miss a second of it. The veteran hero was staring as hard as a laser pointer at the teen girl. By the time Tara started tugging at her top, Hego's eyebrow's shot so far up they threatened to fall off his face. When Tara was wrist deep in her own tits, Bonnie was sure the seasoned veteran stopped breathing.
"Ah ha! Okay…Uh, how do you spell hypothetic- oh, forget it." Tara sighed, tossing her phone next to Bonnie's laptop on the bed. The cheerleader then went to her backpack next to the door behind them. Taking a page out of Bonnie's playbook, Tara bent down right at the hip. Keeping her butt in the air as she pretended to dig in her bag.
It was always eerie for Bonnie when she saw Tara make big plays like this. Normally, they weren't her style. The supportive friend to the local alpha bitch always gave out plenty of hints, signals. She always made some excuse to be around her latest crush. Hell, Tara was a dang simp whenever she had a thing for a guy… in public. Behind closed doors… Bonnie had only seen it a few times and, oh boy.
And yes, just so you all can jerk off to it later and come back for more- hot pink, with a solid red heart in the center. While Tara was on the shorter side, she had thick thighs and curvy legs. The color of her 'fuck me' undies, Tara's words, stood out fantastically with her naturally tanned skin.
Oh, and the team leader of the Go-boys?
He wasn't breathing, literally. The guy's face was even starting to turn blue.
"Yo, Go-man. Don't die on my show, alri-" Bonnie ordered, strutting up to the hero. But the moment she poked his shoulder, the man mountain actually tilted to the side and fell over. Hego landed on the ground exactly as he was when he was standing. Even his eyes didn't move. It was like she tipped over a statue… and his face was only getting bluer. "Oh, damn it."
"Huh, what happe- Oh no, Bonnie!" Tara squeaked, surprised. The cheerleader didn't so much as hop back up as do a complete back flip, a full somersault in the air, and landed next to Bonnie at her side. Bonnie turned to her friend, bored and annoyed, then she noticed the notebook in her hand. Bonnie gave Tara a look. "I write faster than I type on my phone. Sue me." Tara looked down at the hero, a man who had fought villain and criminal of every stripe and color, laid low by the behind of a cute girl. "I always knew you could make guys grovel at your feet, but… dang, this is the first time I've seen it."
"He's not groveling." Bonnie looked down at Hego, his head getting bluer by the second. The purple princess rubbed the bridge of her nose. "And you caused this. I always knew your butt was hard to resist, but wow. A legit lethal weapon, and not because of taco Tuesday."
"Oh, that's good." Tara cheered, pulling out a pen from somewhere and opening the notebook. "I am totally writing that down… wait a minute, do you remember the stuff he said before? I think it was about a double entendre… something. Dang it! Forgot all that. Now, what was that line you just sai- oh, not again!"
"Please focus." Bonnie snapped, literally, with her fingers next to her friend's face before pointing down at Hego. His head was a damn blueberry. "I don't want a dead superhero in my room- and not in front of an audience!" Bonnie pointed at her laptop, its camera right on them. Bonnie sighed as she walked over to it. No surprise, it caught everything. What was surprising, the viewers loved it. Half the comments were right there with the idiot… the other half wanted their money back. Bonnie had to move this along. "We have to wake him up before he dies. Get ready for mouth-to-mouth, I'll open his maw for you."
"Wait, I have just the thing!" Tara dived across the room, rolling when she hit the ground. Hopping off the carpet just before she ran out of room, backpack in hand, her feet planted on the far side of the room. Tara's body was vertical to the ground, her knees fully folded. The cheerleader sprung like a spring off the wall, and just like that, Tara was back where she was not 3 seconds ago. The blond cheerleader started digging in her bag. "Yeah, it's right… come one. I was just looking through this, I know It's in here."
"What are you-"
"Ah-Ha, got it." Tara cheered, pulling out something the size and shape of a fun sized snickers bar. The cheerleader grinned as she bent down and ripped it open next to the dark, cold, and blue as the Rockwaller twin's hearts, Hego's head. Nothing happened. Tara started to panic. "I-Its not working."
"He's not breathing." Bonnie said, jabbing her foot into his ribs. It felt like kicking concrete. Ouch. But, it did the job. Her kick made the blue dunce do a tiny inhale. Instantly, the life came back to the heroes eyes as he went into a coughing fit. "Ha! Kicked a superhero. Just wished it was Possible." Bonnie smiled, holding the foot she jabbed Hego with. Still hurt.
"O-Oh, g-goodness." Hego coughed, taking deep breaths. The hero shook his head, confused, as he looked back up to the girls. "What happe-"
Instantly, a rocket of red shot out of the heroes nose. It actually had enough pressure to knock Hego onto his back. His eyes spinning. Bonnie herself could swear to god, there were little cartoon hearts swirling around his head. At least he was breathing. The two girls looked at this, then back at each other.
"W-Wow, he went full anime." Tara asked, holding up whatever she pulled out of her bag. "Did I grab the wrong one?"
"What the fu- Oh, I get it." Bonnie sighed, remembering what both of the girls were wearing. Tara's tiny skirt and Bonnie herself was wearing even less. Just a button down shirt. Honestly, the blue idiot probably had a perfect view from down there. "You know, I actually expected Ro-the sidekick to be like this when we first started."
"Really?" Tara tilted her head at her friend. "I always thought he went at you like a bull in heat."
"Tha-Thank you, for that." Bonnie snorted. "Alright, hit him again."
"Didn't you hit him?" Tara joked. Bonnie glared, pointing at the hero. Tara put her hands up in surrender as she kneeled down. "Just trying to keep things lively."
"Why do you even have that anyway?" Bonnie asked, tilting her head at her friend. "You moonlighting as a gymnastic assistant or something?"
"Oh, I use smelling salt for all the guys I'm with." Tara answered blandly as she jammed the thing up the hero's bloody nostril. "I need it when they-"
"Ah! It burn! It burns!" Hego groaned, sitting straight up before pulling the smelling salts out of his nose. Hego's oversized shoulder hitting and knocking over the cheerleader in the process. "The open blood vessels just makes it worse. What is this, were you trying to cauterize my nosebleed? Its a bit much, Mr. EMT, but I appreciate your… oh."
The hero trailed off, eventually remembering where he was, who was talking to, and where he was sitting. The second Hego spotted the scantly clad Bonnie, he nearly became as rigid as when she tipped him over. Bonnie could only shake her head.
"We really, really, shouldn't have done this live." Bonnie snapped her fingers in the face of the star struck hero, who's eyes were all but glued to her barely covered chest. "Okay, Mr. Way-too-old-to-be-a-virgin. I can't have you almost dying from 'never-had-sex-before' cliché's."
"Uhhhh, I…" Hego babbled on, more embarrassed than anything else. Though, his eyes never left Bonnie's tits. "Um-"
"Shut up." Bonnie spat, pointing down to the hero at her feet. "This is happening. I'm going to make money off of you, and you are going to enjoy every second of it."
"…Okay." Hego said quietly, sheepishly. It was actually a bit of a surprise from someone who just wouldn't shut up. Even then, he couldn't stop staring at the underage girl's fun bags. 'Someone spent too many summers at all-boys Christian camps.'
"And you're not gonna do any more of that stuff, are you?" Tara said, sitting up, her back facing the hero. Thankfully no worse for wear. Getting knocked over must've been enough of a commotion that the sidekick cheerleader's tits burst out from her top, which slid up and barely covered her collarbone. Tara peaked over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. Exactly how you'd think- Nostril number two! The blue hero was on his back again, a red stream going down the side of his face. Tara sighed. "Looks like Josh all over again."
"Seriously?" Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow at her old friend. Remembering the short time the two dated in their sophomore year. Funny enough, it was Bonnie herself that introduced the two. The skinny artist was Tara's latest crush of the week, but the cute blond was too shy to even approach the guy. Personally, Bonnie thought he was as bland as bread. But Tara had a thing for him and so did Possible at the time. Sooo, two birds and one stone… or so Bonnie thought. Turns out Possible had moved on. Though, Josh managed to keep Tara's interest for an entire week before she moved onto someone else as well. Bonnie never thought to ask why, til now.
"Yeah." Tara shrugged, her naked tits bouncing in the air from it. Unfortunately for all the pervs watching, Tara was facing away from the laptop seeing all this. The only one who could see was Bonnie, her best friend, who didn't spin that way. "It's Josh all over again."
"Wha- Never mind, we don't have time for this." Bonnie shook her head, rushing over to the fallen hero, ripped the smelling salts out of his cold dead hand, and jabbed it in the other nostril. Back up he went. "Get up!"
"Gah!" Hego breathed, shooting out the salts like a snot rocket. "Stop doing tha-that…"
The hero was staring at Bonnie's chest again.
"Stop passing out every five seconds." Bonnie said, exasperated, as she pointed to her chest. "They're just boobs."
"I…I…"
"Quit stuttering!" Bonnie ordered, grabbing the hero by his collar with one hand and what looked to be a sock off the floor with the other. The purple princess pulled Hego to his feet, the man mountain did most of the work, and shoved the sock in his face. "Clean up the anime reject juice off your face, grab the cheerleader, and get out of the room for five seconds."
"Um."
"Just do it." Bonnie glared. To no one's surprise, a leader of heroes did what he was told. The blue idiot was wiping his face with one hand as he literally scooped up Tara with the other. The Blue dunce didn't even notice that the girl he was carrying was still topless as he slathered his bloody nose with a dirty sock. The white cloth was turning pink as he was stepping out of the room. Tara herself gave Bonnie a look that barely believed what was going on. "Somehow, I think that priest's sloppy seconds has a thing for feet."
Taking in a deep, deep, breath-Bonnie turned back to the laptop still sitting on her bed.
"That was a great skit, wasn't it folks." Bonnie lied, poorly. It took everything the purple princess had not to grit her teeth right there as she made it to her bed and grabbed her laptop. Keeping the camera on her, Bonnie looked at the comments. To her surprise, half of her viewers loved every second of it and bought her BS about all that cluster fudge being scripted. The other half… she was losing viewers. Fast. More importantly, she was losing revenue. Time to get the ball rolling. "As you might've guessed, your wonderful host will not be part of the action today. Instead, I found a couple eager volunteers. I know, you will love them just as much as I do. 3. 2. 1. Action!"
Bonnie swapped the camera feed of the computer on her lap so it was facing the door and not her. A moment passed and nothing. Another moment. Another. Bonnie bit her lip hard as she held in a scream. "That means come in-"
"I-I am Ther-Here… present!" Hego announced, the door slamming open…The wood smashing forward, leaving the steel knob still in the frame. The door crashed against the wall, cracking into pieces like a broken window. All before falling into a crumpled slump like a dropped lego death star.
The hero wearing an inside out costume pretending to be an impersonator was carrying a cheerleader bridal style in his arm. The man flinched like a seizure as he stuttered up a storm. The whole thing looked ridiculous. The muscles on the hairless gorilla's body were so bulbous that Hego had to walk in sideways like a crab. One hand holding the door's frame for balance. Bonnie didn't even want to get started on what Tara looked like in his arms. Kinda like Tyson holding that dove. Bonnie wished she was kidding. She wished. Seriously, most of the tiny cheerleader was cradled in his forearm, with only her shoulders and head leaning against his bicep. Tara, for her part, was holding in giggles.
At least someone was having fun.
And yes, the leg Hego kicked the door with was glowing neon blue.
"…Of course you'd do that." Bonnie glared, staring down at what remained of her bedroom door.
"H-Huh?" Hego stuttered before looking down at the pile. The hero seemed legitimately surprised that it was there. Once he noticed his glowing blue leg, Hego sighed. Embarrassed. For the first time that day, Bonnie didn't sense any 40 year old virgin energy from the guy. But frustration and annoyance people carried with them their entire lives. Like a near-sighted person who just dropped their glasses. Bonnie made a note of that as Tara stopped holding back and went into a laughing fit.
"I-I've always wa-wanted to see that!" Tara stuttered, laughing.
"S-Sorry." Hego grimaced, sweeping some pieces into the pile with his foot. "I'll pay for it."
"Damn right you will." Bonnie declared, tossing a throw pillow from her bed at him. It padded him right in the nose and bouncing out of sight. Tara went into another round of cackling. Bonnie wanted to charge up to the hero with the body and mind of a monkey and strangle him, but a rush of pings grabbed her attention. To her surprise, the comments loved this comedy of errors. Some of the naysayers from before were starting to believe it was an actual skit. Donations were even coming in. Some matching or surpassing what she'd get from her R-rated shows.
"The man fails upwards." Bonnie sighed, incredulous. "I think I know how you became team lead."
"I'm the oldest." Hego answered, cluelessly. His voice getting deeper. The hero straightened his posture as he looked off into the distance. His hand rolled up into a fist, pounded his chest. It was so damn corny, Bonnie had a craving for butter. "The most morally upstanding."
"And he does the best batman voice I've ever heard outside comic-con." Tara cheered. The cheerleader pointing up at his face as she sat in his arms. Her face a giggling grin.
"You're also the biggest clown I've ever met." Bonnie sighed, under her breath. "And I fuck a guy whose pant's fall down in public, daily."
"What was that?" Hego asked, staring at her. At Bonnie's face this time. The purple princess didn't dignify that with a response.
"Action!" Bonnie announced.
"Ummmm, wha-"
"Oh Mr. Hero," Tara announced, putting on puppy dog eyes. Her voice going all cutsey. "That villain was so mean."
"I-It is alright…" Hego stuttered, walking further into the room, clunkily. "C-Citizen."
"That bad guy was so scawee." Tara said, laying it on thick.
God, she looked so tiny in his arms. Even in the camera feed. Her bright golden hair and tanned skin really stuck out compared to the neon blue and black costume cradling her. The purple and orange of her old uniform all but faded into the background. The contrasting colors of their outfits complimented each other seamlessly instead of clashing. It was eerie. But what stuck out most, her eyes. It was the same shade of blue as Hego's costume, hair, and his own eyes.
'Wait.' Bonnie thought. 'Wasn't Tara's eyes that weird gold hazel color?'
"The villain was trying to control the world through…math." Tara cringed. Bonnie smiled, she could tell her friend wasn't faking that.
"The fiend." Hego scowled, shaking his fist at nothing. Seeing this, Bonnie couldn't tell if he was acting or not. "Do not worry, Miss. The villain shall stay behind bars for a long, long time."
I know." Tara smiled, winking at the camera. At Bonnie. "Go-City's 'Wet cardboard memorial' prison's got a spotless reputation."
'Is it actually called that?' Bonnie thought.
"Thank you for carrying me home after you stopped him."
"Think nothing of it, citizen." Hego answered, smiling down at the pretty girl in his arms. Without a stutter this time. Bonnie raised an eyebrow at that. "Happy to help."
"How can I ever repay you?" Tara asked, her voice reminded Bonnie of love interests on old radio dramas Grandma Rockwaller played on car rides.
"I am the great Heg- Not Hego, hero of Go city." The hero stuttered, correcting himself. Bonnie shook her head. That confidence didn't last long. "Heroes do not ask for thanks."
"Awwww!" Tara cooed. Then she tapped a finger on her chin, as if in thought. "But what about the people the heroes save? I'm sure they'd like to do more than a 'atta boy' and a pat on the back."
"I'm sure they do." Hego admitted. "But any more than that and the hero must refuse. It would be taking advantage of a victim. That is morally wrong. A righteous man must always do what is right."
"Jesus." Bonnie thought wordlessly, slapping a hand over her face. "Did he actually write this down and practice it in front of a mirror?"
"You sir." Tara announced, her voice just as cutesy as before- winking at the camera. At Bonnie. The Purple Princess narrowed her eyes as she saw her friend grab the Hego's shoulder and pull herself up. Wrapping her arms around his neck. Ostensibly, it was to hug the big lug. At least that's what Bonnie guessed and Hego assumed. What Hego didn't see, but what Bonnie and thus the viewers did, was Tara tugging at the tag on Hego's inside out costume. The one with 'Hego' written on it in big bold sharpie. For all the viewing world to see. The naive, fawning Tara gave Bonnie the most innocent little smirk she had ever seen. For someone who had been raised to play that game her entire life. It was no mean feat to the Rockwaller girl. "You sir, are a true hero."
"Why did she do that?" Bonnie asked herself, intrigued. The youngest Rockwaller girl looked down. Comments were flooding in. Most were the usual gross stuff you'd expect, completely missing the tag. After a moment though, some managed to notice. "Interesting."
"Th-Thank you, C-Ci-Citizen." Hego managed to force out, his mouth unmoving. "I-It is truly f-flattering."
"Hego likes getting his ass kissed." Bonnie noticed. "What will she do next?"
"You have such big arms." Tara said, breaking the hug to turn around. One hand remained on his shoulder for balance as she rubbed his bicep with the other. The cheerleader's knees were planted on his forearm as if it was a floorboard. "Those… muscles."
"Th-Thank you." Hego said, dipping his chin down so quick it was barely a nod. "It takes quite a bit of effort and protein sha-"
"I look so iddy-biddie in these," Tara said, grabbing Hego's right bicep and circling around it. Honestly, it looked like she was giving a rub down to a bowling ball. "This is such a big, strong, THICK… arm."
"Tara." Bonnie snorted. It was so tiny it sounded like a pixie fart. "Might as well put 'throbbing' in there."
"A-Ah… yes." Hego said, his pink face suddenly loosing all color. "Gracious. I-I've never been quite… des-described that way before."
"Its so warm." Tara said, bending down and wrapping her arms around Hego's giant bicep. Though, from how Tara was positioned- Bent over, her butt in the air and right at the camera. The cheerleader was showing her heart panties to the viewers. Like a baboon at the zoo during mating season. The perfect lure to keep the creeps interested and Hego distracted. Bonnie also didn't fail to notice how Tara was smushing her chest into the hero's arm. It didn't look like a hug, it looked more like a trap. "You, feel so hot in my hands."
"Oh yeah, definitely a trap." Bonnie whispered, smirking, proudly, at her friend. "She put some bait on the hook. Will he bite?"
"I-It is a humid day." Hego stammered, his eyes were staring hard at the cheerleader's little tush. The skirt was short. The girl was bent over good. Terribly, for him, it was just too long for the hero to see the goods. Tantalus himself would weep right now.
"He's nibbling." Bonnie whispered, her eyes hard on the hero- his face. N-Not the part of him that was… Bonnie groaned, internally. "I've been spending too much time with Ronnie?"
"Hey." Tara announced abruptly, straightening up. Her hands still on his bicep. Her knees still planted on his forearm. "How you're holding me is, a little, uncomfortable. Could you shift me around?"
"Um, I-I could just let you dow-"
"Thanks." Tara interrupted him.
The cheerleader moved to more or less back to how she was before. Cradled in his arm like a baby instead of held like a pet. Tara's head laying comfortably against his bicep like a pillow. Her torso and lower body laying across his forearm like a mattress. Hell, the only thing that changed from before was that Hego held her legs in his grip. Honestly, the size was so different between the two, Tara looked more like an actual doll than a real person. The fact that Hego was acting like a nerd caught with his favorite crusty sock didn't help.
"Ah." Tara yawned, sticking her chest out at the hero. The fabric meant for a girl just starting high school was stretching and breaking at the seams on the girl at the end of it. The sound of cracking uncooked spaghetti filled the room. Bonnie knew Tara must be in all sorts of pain and probably couldn't breathe that much, if at all. Bonnie had pulled that trick herself a few times. Though, you'd never know it from the lazy smile on Tara's face. "Much better." Tara opened her mouth, pressing her tongue against her cheek at the hero. "Thank you."
"Y-You're we-welcome… cit-citizen."
"Yesh." Bonnie shook her head. "She's really throwing everything at the wall and seeing what sticks."
Ping after Ping drove Bonnie from her thoughts. Looking down, Bonnie could see from the comments that the host of the show had been narrating the entire time and barely noticed- but the viewers did. Much like the rest of the episode, half seemed to love it. The other half-bad. It was bad. Bonnie's first instinct was to berate herself and watch her mouth in the future- though, looking at the screen, Bonnie noticed that the donations hadn't really changed much. If anything, they'd increased.
Bonnie tilted her head at that. "Interesting."
"Look at you." Tara teased, eyeing up at the hero holding her. Mostly around his torso. The cheerleader raised up a hand and started feeling him up his chest right there. "Soooo, solid. Its like I'm in Greece, touching a statue for the heroes of old."
Hego opened his mouth to reply, but just started muttering nonsense as the pretty girl in his arms glided her hand around his chest, one pec to the other and back. Thankfully, Tara shut him up.
"How did you get like this?" Tara asked, both hands on his chest now. Feeling him up. "How do you stay in such good shape?"
Bonnie leaned her head back at this, looking at the strange sight in front her. Her best friend, in an outfit meant for someone much younger, held like an infant with her head right next to a giant bosom, her hands reaching out, feeling up the pillowly pecs right there with a goofy smile and a cutsey voice. This was probably the most hardcore case of baby play Bonnie had ever heard of- and the roles were reversed. Looking down, Bonnie saw her audience noticed it too.
They were into it.
They were really, really into it.
"Gym." Hego squeaked out, so fast and quick it sounded like a run over squirrel. "I go to the gym. Mostly, I-I just stay active on the j-job."
"Ohhh, like carrying people to safety? Like damsels in distress?" Tara asked, wrapping a leg around Hego's other arm and pulling it toward her. The hero got the message and FINALLY held Tara in his arms bridal style, instead of like a baby. One huge forearm under her back, the other holding up Tara's knees. Which, Bonnie noticed, left Tara's bottom right in the middle. Right over his crotch. "Like me?"
Hego babbled again.
"Is this another day at the office for you, or am I a special damsel?"
"Ohhh, she's good." Bonnie nodded. She must've said a bit louder than she intended because Tara actually gave her a thumbs up.
"Y-You're the fi-first… actually." Hego gulped. It sounded like a bullfrog was hit with a mallet.
"Really?" Tara asked, sounding surprised. Bonnie doubted her friend was. The Rockwaller girl sure wasn't. She'd known 12-year-olds in middle school who were smoother with girls. "So am I a special damsel."
"Y-You are."
"Well, its a classic." Tara squeed, like the fan girl she was. The cheerleader kicked up her feet in pure delight. "It should totally be your thing." Tara hummed, a finger on her chin. Giving the appearance of thought. "Oh, wait. That means this is a special occasion."
"What is she up to now?" Bonnie asked, leaning back where she was sitting.
"I-It is." Hego stuttered. The hero was about to do another round of rambling when Tara hoisted herself up, hands on his shoulders, and kissed him- on the lips. It was quick. More of a peck, really. But it was more than enough for Capt 40-year-old virgin here. He shut up. The hero just stood there, staring at Tara. The pupils in his eyes started glowing neon blue.
"Even heroes of old received kisses for luck." Tara teased, her arms still wrapped around him.
"Now she's just playing dirty." Bonnie snorted as Tara slid back down again, only this time, she slipped. The cheerleader known best for her grace and balance almost klutzed her way to the ground… Right. Anyway, the girl was caught by the hero. One hand wrapping around Tara's back, his palm grabbing right on her tit. His huge fingers engulfing the rest. His other hand? Full-bodied hand grab on Tara's tush. Huge hands or no, Bonnie could see that he could grab all of either in those giant digits. Bonnie raised an eyebrow at that. 'Did she plan that?'
"Are you alright?" The Hero asked, just like a fireman pulling down a cat from a tree. Bonnie, and the audience, didn't fail to notice that was the first time that day Hego didn't stutter out a sentence.
"The fall was fun. The landing was better." Tara smiled up at him, then she pointed at his hand on her chest. "Quite the catch, by the way."
The hero finally noticed where his hands were- but thankfully Tara knew the game by now and caught him before 'the babbling'- she kissed him again. Tara grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her level. It was deeper this time. The girl was humming into it. Hego froze at first, but quickly melted into it- almost literally. The guy almost dropped Tara again before she padded his arm and he straightened up.
"That evil scheming mastermind." Bonnie shook her head, honestly impressed. "Maybe I should be writing notes."
"Oh Hego." Tara said, breaking the kiss. "If you want me to thank you more, all you have to do is ask."
Hego opened his mouth, his entire face shifting back into his 'stay in school', 'drugs are bad', and 'no thanks necessary' gear shift- but nothing happened. No words came out. Hego just closed his mouth and stared down at the girl with the biggest hero fetish Bonnie had ever seen- and they both went to school with an actual superhero.
"Oh yeah." Bonnie nodded, smirking. "I should totally be taking notes."
"Ouch." Tara winced, in her fake 'I'm hurt' voice. Something Bonnie actually taught her back in middle school. It was always the best ploy to get attention, especially when you wanted 'I'll save you' types to rush in.
"Is something wrong?" Hero asked, concerned. No stutter in sight.
"Uhhhh, I never ask this- but, could you take off your belt buckle?" Tara pleaded, her cutest 'I want something' mask on her face. Her usual tag line, coming out of her mouth. Something Bonnie knew all too well. Only, instead of pleading for candy like she did as a kid, she now asked for favors. Always getting what she wanted, either way. "I think it's poking into me."
"Oh, wait." Bonnie smiled, her fingers folding into a villain pyramid steeple. "He's not wearing a belt buckle."
Ping. Ping. Ping.
The audience was going crazy. Loving the whole thing.
Not as much as when Hego's whole upper body started glowing and the hero just flat out ripped the belt out of his costume. A good chunk of the material coming out with it. Holding Tara against his chest with one arm- the one holding her tit. Bonnie probably should've been angry about Hego smacking a hole or dent in her wall, but she wasn't. She was getting too engrossed in this.
"Th-Thank you, He-Hego." Tara managed to force out, the cheerleader more than a little squished by his super strength. The cheerleader tapped his bicep. Hego let up the pressure. Tara caught her breath and got on with the show. "But I don't think that was it." Tara said, faking confusion as she rubbed the part of herself nearest to his crotch. Then she just started grinding that same spot into him- his crotch. "Do you have any idea what's poking me?"
Three words- Hego. Foaming. Mouth.
Not literally, but you get the idea.
"I-Its nothing." Hego mumbled, shooting his head back. A dreamy, goofy smile on his face. A moan desperately trying to force its way out.
"Oh." Tara teased, looking down. Then smirking up to the hero. "Is that a Go-flare in your pants, or are you just happy to carry me?"
"Boooo, cheezy." Bonnie hollered, jokingly. Tara waved a hand, dismissively. The audience was loving it. Demanding more. Bonnie shrugged as she noticed Hego's arms started glowing again.
"We have indeed reached your residence, citizen. It was a wonder meeting you." Hego said, his tone stiff and brittle as frozen iron as he carried her to the bed. Bonnie's bed. The Rockwaller girl barely managed to jump out of the way, the laptop in her hands, before Hego made it over and crashed all three of them together. Just at the last moment, Tara saved them all from disaster- again.
"Why Mr. Hego, are you shy?" Tara asked, just as Hego was about to set her down. The hero said nothing, he just stood back up in front of the bed instead of leaning over it. Tara still in his arms. Bonnie herself simply backed away, making sure the laptop's camera had the best angle to work with.
"Tara's tired of waiting for him to bite the hook." Bonnie narrated, zooming in the shot of both their faces. Hego's was forced and afraid. Nervous. Tara's was innocent but annoyed. "So, she'll just have to put the hook in him. Guys never just take the fucking hint."
Tara grabbed Hego's collar again, pulling him down to her level.
"I just love shy, nervous types." Tara explained, her face less than an inch from his. "I'm one myself. But I especially like shy, nervous heroes."
"R-Really?" Hego asked, his blue pupils being overshadowed by the neon glow of… Tara's blue pupils. "Y-You do?"
"I do." Tara answered, forcefully. Her other hand landing on the center of his chest and gliding its way down. "They're so much more relatable than the 'I can do anything' Heroes. The Mary Sues. I hate those types."
"Don't we all, sister." Bonnie snorted.
"I never thought of it that way."
"The nervous heroes are so cute and huggable, that I just wanna smoosh'em, kiss'em, and…" Tara trailed off, pulling Hego into a hug with one hand. Kissing him. Hard. Deep. Her free still trailing down, and down, and down until the tips of her fingers teased the tip of- something else. Tara broke the kiss, but didn't break contact. Her face sliding against his own until Tara's lips were right against Hego's ear. "More."
"Is Hego biting?" Bonnie asked, giddy. She was actually giddy.
"More?"
"More." Tara nodded, smirking- Villainously.
"Tell me about… 'more'." Hego pleaded, like a slow kid being told about candy for the first time.
"You sure you wanna know?"
"Oh, Tara's got him now." Bonnie sighed. "Finally."
Hego nodded. So did every one of the damn audience. If their comments said anything.
"Put me down on the bed." Tara ordered, still cutesy, but with way more force than before. Hego did, setting her down exactly where Bonnie had been sitting and recording them a moment ago. Though, when he leaned up, he hadn't noticed that Tara had grabbed hold of his suits zipper. So when he stood up straight, Tara tugged his suit loose. All the way down to his waist. To everyone's surprise, Hego actually noticed this.
"Ho-How did you do that?"
