Chapter 20

Nova Nine came home on his last week in Century City without really expecting much. He had just finished his last little patrol, shaking hands with nearly everyone who saw him. Heroes, villains, bystanders on the street, everyone seemed downright eager to wish him luck, to thank him, or in the case of Jinxwitch, give him a fierce little kiss between alleyways before hissing a quiet ‘don’t tell no one about this, dumbass’ and then, somewhat inconsistently ‘this isn’t the last you’ve seen of me, neither.’

And now...

Now he was home, standing before the front door of the Impossimansion. He had been a superhero for what felt like a very long time – but, in truth, was probably closer to ... a month or two. He frowned. The sliding timescales of comic books was definitely catching up to him. It was just hard to tell how long a day was, when seconds could be hours, and hours could pass like seconds. He put his hand on the doorknob and hesitated for a few seconds longer, then turned back, looking out at the suburbs and the city that he had been protecting ever since he had gotten his superpowers.

Kruulhafen is going to be a big change, he thought to himself.

Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

“I’m back!” he called out, his voice echoing throughout the house. He wasn’t sure who was home or not – but he did know Mom had mentioned something about one last family dinner before he took the train (in his Bryant DeWitt form, of course) from Century City to Kruulhafen. He sighed as he walked from the foyer to the dining room and froze, his eyes wide as saucers. There was a gigantic cake perched on the kitchen table, ringed with candles, and decorated with a fine, cursive sprawl of icing that said: <3 Nova Nine <3

Nova walked towards it. “Uh...” He hesitated, then looked around – and when he looked back, the top of the cake popped open and his mother stood from the center, her arms spreading wide, her grin as cheerful as the sudden cries of ‘surprise!’ that surrounded him. Nova yelped as Starfleet and Corvi grabbed onto his arms, snuggling against his side – and blinked several times in rapid succession as he gaped at Mom. She was in her Lady Luck costume, yes, but she had tightened and sheered up the symsuit enough that she looked less like she ... was ... was...

That wasn’t a symsuit.

His eyes boggled as he saw her breasts heaving as she hopped out of the cake and landed before him with an acrobatic grunt. Her nipples had been painted. Her breasts had been painted. Her whole body had been painted, leaving her cuntlips just barely visible. The cape was clasped around her throat with a thin bit of string. Corvi, meanwhile, was done in her Vegas showgirl outfit, but ... Nova saw that she had added a tiny bunny tail to the ensemble. As he looked over her shoulder, she leaned in and whispered into his ear.

“Guess how it stays in...”

“Uh...” Nova stammered.

Mom giggled. “You’ve been through a lot, and you’re about to embark on your biggest adventure yet. I mean, yes, fighting Darkthornn is pretty impressive. But college is a real hard time for a young man. You have to figure out what you’re gonna do for your adult life, you’re gonna need to figure out ... a lot of things.” She paused. “Also, you’re heading for the most cursed and dangerous city in the entire world, like, do you know how many genuine supervillains are there?” She clicked her tongue.

“Yeah, uh, that’s why the apartments are so cheap,” Nova said, a bit dazedly.

“So, we’re going to give you a big going away present,” Starfleet said, her voice growing soft. “Wanna see the best part?”

Mom grinned, lifting her tits with both hands, squeezing them gently as she bit her lower lip. “Even better than these,” she crooned, her eyes sultry. Smoking. Hot.

“ ... uh ... how can something be better t-than those?” Nova whispered.

His sisters grabbed onto his arms and spun him around, while Mom grabbed onto his face with both of her hands, covering his eyes. Her breasts squished fetchingly against his back as she purred into one long, pointed ear. “Can you guess?” She asked, quietly – while Nova gasped as he felt a finger hook onto his collar and start tugging down. The girlish giggle that reached his ears meant that it was a girl. Another girl. She sounded a bit huskier than either of his sisters or his mom. Also, more importantly, it’d have to be someone who knew that incest was ... a thing that the Impossibles did.

Nova gulped.

“Inferness?” she asked.

“Oh my fucking god, no!” Corvi laughed.

“Wanna try again, or do you want to...” Mom hesitated as Nova’s symsuit spilled open enough to revealing his sheath, his cock hardening as it slipped out into open air. That delicate, shockingly soft hand cupped his heavy balls, squeezing very, very gently as a soft pair of lips flicked against the tip of his dick – a feather-gentle tongue teasing his slit, making Nova gasp and shiver ... almost more from just the surprise of the touch than from the actual pleasure of it. However, something about those lips felt subtly off. His brow furrowed. “ ... give up?”

“Uh, I ... uh...” Nova whispered. “I give up.”

Mom giggled.

Then she opened her palms and Nova’s eyes boggled as he looked down at a pair of curved antlers, a cute slender muzzle, big doe-gentle eyes, and a body of sleek, furred perfection – capped by a pair of large, bouncy tits covered in downy white fur, with pale pink nipples jutting out eagerly into the air, a tufted tail wiggling above a cushy, cushy looking ass. The King of the Forest drew back, grinning shyly up at Nova.

“Dad!?” Nova squeaked. “You’re a ... a...”

“A woman?” Dad chuckled, her voice soft as she grabbed onto Nova’s cock. “It’s not exactly my preferred gender.” She started to pump his cock slowly, shivering. “So, I had Corvi hypnotize me for the day.” She giggled. “Now I’m a girl, until that spell lapses and I return to my cis, mostly het roots.” Her eyes glittered. “But right now ... do you know what’s all I can think of, honey?”

“Uh...” Nova blinked.

“Your. Big. Fat.” Dad kissed along the side of his shaft, looking up with hungry, hungry eyes. “Cock.”

“She’s a total cockslut now,” Mom said, cheerfully, reaching around to cup and cradle her son’s chest. “Your own father, a simpering little cockslut. Who would have imagined it.” She purred into his ear. “Calling him Dad or King feels wrong.”

“Princess!” Corvi suggested.

Nova bit his lower lip. Then ... he grabbed onto those helpful little antlers. “Nah,” he growled, softly. “Dad, I know you and I talked it out ... but there’s a teeny tiny part of me that wants this. And I think you want it too.” He grinned as Dad squeaked, her mouth opening. “So right now, you’re not Dad. You’re not King. You’re not even Princess. You ... are Bambi.” He slapped his dick down against Bambi’s lips. “Bambi the fucking little bimbo bitch!” He snarled, then vented every dark urge he had ever felt in his life into a single powerful thrust, shoving his cock entirely down his former father’s throat, his knot slapping against her lips almost as loudly as his balls clapped against Bambi’s chin!

“Uh, Bambi is a boy?” Starfleet asked.

“Shut up!” Nova laughed, his hands gripping those antlers even harder, holding his new toy in place as he fucked her throat with a wild abandon. Bambi’s eyes were half closed, her her pale white and brown fingers were reaching down to slid her fingers along her cunt, teasing herself as she was used. Nova growled softly. “Always a fucking prey animal ... ah ... and now you’re getting a knotted cock, just like you always wanted. You always wanted to be ... fucking hunted, didn’t you?” He panted softly, his knot slapping against her chin, the rhythm of his fucking causing her tits to jiggle with delicious sympathy.

Corvi grinned. “Let big brother have fun face-fucking mom two,” she said.

“Or is she little sister now?” Starfleet asked.

Nova snapped his fingers. A blue glow surrounded Bambi and a second later, her breasts were a little smaller, a little tighter, her body more svelt, less MILFY.

“Little sister now,” Nova purred.

“ ... wow, fuck that’s hot...” Starfleet whispered as Mom giggled quietly.

“Don’t go mad with power now, honey,” she said, her voice soft. “Do not trap your father eternally as a cockhungry teenage bimbo reindeer. That’d be pretty rude, tomorrow is Father’s Day.”

Corvi leaned in, her voice soft. “If you do trap Dad like this forever, I will never eat your ass again.”

“But that still leaves ... hnn ... oral and ... nnn ... me fucking your cute little pussy...” Nova panted, slowing in his thrusting ever so slightly – giving Bambi a chance to breathe a bit. Her nostrils flared a little desperately, but despite the fact she was clearly not used to this kind of raucous face-fucking, she was still doing her best to keep up – her tongue swirled around and around his cock, her spittle drooling down her muzzle, splashing onto her cute, tiny titties.

“Y-Yeah, but, would you really give up anilingus just for reindeer pussy?” Corvi asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Nova pulled back. He found that he had to hold Bambi in place with both hands, gripping tightly and then hastily reinforcing his strength as he found that while Bambi was not the King of the Forest, she did retain his royal rights and privileges. That included superhuman strength – without even trying, it felt like she could get back onto his dick and start sucking again. As his omni-spark worked overtime to keep her in place, Nova asked: “Would you eat my ass, if I asked, Bambi?”