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Naked Girl: Origin Story
Sun Jul 8, 2018 11:45pm
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Here's an old story I found from a user named tenyari over Asstr. Hope you enjoy!
Author: Tenyari
Title: Naked Girl - Origin Story. (4433 Words)
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Naked Supers
Keywords: F, nosex, solo, exhib, voy, Super, naked
Summary: Marya, a girl from the hood, finds herself a Superhuman;
but with a catch.
Copyright: August 1, 2002 - all rights reversed.


THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY
Feedback is desired but please be kind and constructive.

tenyari's stories are archived at:
http://www.asstr.org/~tenyari/
ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/tenyari/

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June 17, 1988 at a remote spot on the Shoshoni Indian
reservation in Utah. Three men are standing around drinking beers
next to a pickup truck. They're dressed in jeans and white
shirts, but the word 'Agent' is still written all over their
faces and posture.
Daryl Proudfeather doesn't much like these two. He's been on
this case for three weeks now and doesn't much appreciate the
company of men like them -men whose fathers had worked to break
the backs of A.I.M. nearly two decades ago.
Still they're good, and he's a lot closer to figuring out
who killed Jenny Whitehair. Maybe too close, he hasn't said
anything, but he's got a feeling he's drinking a beer right now
with the killer. If he could only pin it down to one of them he
could take this back to Washington and be out of here. He's not
fond of life on the Res, he got this job to get him and his
little sister out of it after mom died.
He looks up to the trees and sees him. Owl. Waiting there,
watching him. 'Damn' He hears the cocking of the gun behind him.
"So I was right then?" he doesn't bother to turn around.
"Damn Injun! Why'd they have to send you out here anyway?"
agent Silverton sneers at him. Agent O'Donovan is silent.

Hundreds of miles away in Oakland California a young 4 year
old girl wakes up screaming. She knows. Big brother isn't coming
home. All she has left now is Auntie Nessa, her brother's
girlfriend.

When the men leave, Owl takes Daryl's spirit away. Owl
brings him to his father, and his father's father. Bringing him
home. Three weeks later when they find the body the coroner rules
it death by exposure "Damn Injun must've got drunk and lost. Damn
Injun's is always getting drunk out there. Damn fools." Never
mind the big hole in the back of his head. "Must've hit a rock
when he fell down." Never mind the FBI bullet lost in the
trashcan. These things happen, it's just another dead Injun.

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Nessa was a good stepmother -loving the girl with all her
heart. Her family had pressured her to put the girl up for
adoption. To move on, forget about it. 'You don't need some
orphan Native American holding you back'. It's not even your kid.
You never even married the guy. But Marya was all she had left of
Daryl. She raised her like it was her own daughter. She had her
own daughter; she treated them like blood sisters -two near
twins, a year apart- one black, one brown.
When the girl got a scholarship to Berkeley, she was proud,
like it had been her own daughter. And it was by then, they were
a family stronger than blood -her, Marya, and Tisha.

Marya Proudfeather remembers the day her brother died like
it was yesterday. 14 years later and she can still see his face.
She can still hear his voice. Still hear him saying goodbye in
her dreams as Owl took him away. Somewhere in her mind, she knows
who did it; she just hasn't put the final pieces together yet.
When she does, there will hell to pay.

Jason Silverton was a man on the right track. After solving
the Jenny Whitehair case he got the promotion an agent dreams of.
Assigned to the Guard -America's premiere Super Squadron- on
their west coast investigative unit. At 50 he had a fancy flat in
San Francisco's Marina and a comfy desk job heading up that same
unit. His men found the crooks and the evidence; then called in
the supers for the bust. He was also high up in the local KKK. It
was a small group in this diverse community; but somebody had to
do the Lord's work, and Jason felt the calling. He'd even thought
of becoming a pastor at his Baptist church, till they let that
nigger family join. To bad about O'Donovan though, lost in 93
somewhere south of Tijuana. These things happen, just another
dead Irishman.

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UC Berkeley, Auguest 20th, 2002. Marya Proudfeather sat
outside of Sproul hall going over her class schedule. There were
new faces all around her, speaking in a flurry of languages; it
was the first day of school. Tisha sat next to her "Marya check
him out... that boy is fine..."
Marya looked up to see the object of her sister's three
second infatuation, a tall blond boy in a well pressed deep blue
suit. "A bit over dressed though, hardly your type."
"What-ever... I could use some vanilla like that in my
chocolate."
"You're just putting his face on Keith's bod anyway, like
always..." Marya rolled her eyes.
"Say, don't he look familiar though?" Tisha squinted to get
the sun out of her view.
Marya covered her forhead and took a good look at the boy
now talking to a group of young women across the plaza. "Hmm...
wait... isn't he... Sparrow! That's Sparrow from the Guard, no
wonder he's got that suit on."
"Sparrow? Mongoose's old sidekick? What's he doing here?"
"Even supers gotta go to college Tisha... Girl you really
need to study more."
Tisha sighed "You're just like mom sometimes you know..."
Truth was, Tisha got better grades, but she played the dumb black
chick to sound cool.

A boy across from them took a second look; they sure didn't
look related, not that he'd toss them out of bed either way
anyway.
Tisha was 17, tall, and stacked like a brick house -dark
skin, powerful muscles, full breasts, and a fully rounded rear.
She had long black braids framing the lovely face of an African
queen with deep eyes you could drown in and lips that left the
mind wandering down dirty roads.
Marya was a little shorter at around 5 foot 6, with a curvy
figure like her 'sister', but on a smaller scale and lacking the
muscle tone. Her skin was a deep reddish brown, her eyes black
and her hair straight, thin, and coming down to mid breast. Her
face spoke of her full Cherokee ancestry with its strong angles
and prominent nose yet exotic beauty.
Both girls had blossomed well. Both were dressed in hip
hugging jeans and cotton T's which left their navels bare.
Tisha's was pierced with a gold stud, Marya's bare.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be hang'n with Keith anyway?"
Marya asked.
"Oh my god! What time is it?"
Marya laughed. Poor Keith must be used to this by now... He
probably made a habit of being late just to be 'on Tisha time'.
She looked at her watch "You're half an hour late girl, better
run."
"Oh my god!" Tisha jumped up and bounced around. "I hope
he's not mad... I gotta go."
Marya began to say bye, but her sister was already halfway
to Telegraph by then. Instead she shook her head and chuckled.
Poor Keith indeed... Sometimes she wondered how that boy put up
with Tisha, he seemed so nice...

When it happened, it was all very sudden. A matter of
seconds really. Marya was walking in a wooded area between
buildings, off to her first class -English 1A. Sparrow was behind
her, minding his own business, glad to be away from the fans
who'd spotted him; watching a nice piece of ass moving on her way
up ahead. Neither of them spotted the ambush. Neither saw Volcano
waiting for his chance.
He'd been waiting on this moment for weeks. That fool
Sparrow hadn't bothered to hide his identity like Mongoose always
had. Kid thought he was some kind of superstar, immune to the
consequences of his actions. Volcano wanted to get even; the
Guard had busted his team up months before. It had been brutal,
only he'd got away. The papers said he'd been killed, but he knew
better. So did Guard, but they weren't talking. They never told
it like it was.
Now he had him, if he could get the shot right. If that
damn chic would get out of the way. Ready... Aim... there she
goes, come on sister, a little to the left... that's it... Now!
Volcano stepped from the bushes, letting loose with the
full power of his famous napalm effect. "Oh shit!" that stupid
Mexican chic tripped on something, she fell right into the blast.
Sparrow spotted it right as Volcano let loose. He didn't
even stop to think; he let loose with his siren cry -a piercing
sonic wave that could rip concrete off a steel wall. That piece
of ass forgotten in the moment.
Marya was hit from both sides. She went down in a ball of
fire and ripped up concrete, her clothes ashes before she hit the
ground.
Both supers looked on in horror. 'Oh shit, what'd I do?'
Volcano thought. 'She's gotta be dead, I better get out of here
before Sparrow comes to his senses.'
'Damn! How did she get in the way?' Sparrow thought. 'I
ain't going down for no spic. My career's too important for this.
I gotta get out of here.'
They both fled the scene, neither checked to see if Marya
was ok.

She was, but she didn't know it. She was in too much pain.
Ever wonder what it feels like to be bathed in napalm? How about
what it feels like when you can feel it, but it just keeps going
and doesn't burn you up?
However there was a third force none of them saw. Coyote'd
been watching over the girl; he was the one who put the rock
under her feet to trip her. Always up to his tricks, the old dog
hadn't seen the two mortals until it was too late. He'd lost her
brother when he wasn't paying attention all those years ago, he
didn't want to lose her now. Coyote froze Marya in time, at the
moment of impact. He considered his options. She had soul, even
more than Daryl, even more than their great great grandmother...
she was his after all; the whole line of them were, after that
day in the snow when he'd sired the first of them. She was the
last.
She was pretty cute... A devilish idea sprang into him. It
would fit; she might never peg it down to him. Most of these kids
didn't believe in him anymore anyway.
"Well Marya, I can save you, but I can't make everything
all right. After all, it's not like I'm a god or something."

Coyote left. Time started for Marya. The burning continued.
But the pain was gone -the flesh wasn't melting. The young woman
was confused. She couldn't piece together what had happened. One
minute she was walking along, heading to class, the next she was
on fire.
But it didn't hurt. Then it hit her. "Oh my god! Oh...
my... god!" She reached out, as if reaching for the flames around
her. "It's... Oh my... I'm... I've just had a freak'n super
origin!"
She jumped up, looking around. She was alone. "Yes! This is
so freak'n cool! I'm a mutant or something!" Then she realized
three things. First, she was still on fire. Second, she was stark
naked. Third, her breasts felt suddenly heavy.
She hefted them up "They're freak'n huge! What the heck is
that about?" Her hands briefly brushed against her nipples
"Ooooh! Damn, girl, sensitive too..." Marya looked down "They're
so hard I could cut diamonds with them. Hmmm... I wonder if I
could..." She didn't notice the wetness between her thighs; she
was still too distracted.
"Gotta put out this fire..." As she said this, she thought
about fires going out; the flames pulled back, going into her
body. She was glowing red, like hot metal. Then she heard the
sound, like a million screeching tires, like all the nails in the
world being pulled across a chalkboard. She was still in the
middle of a sonic tornado; the fire had blocked her awareness of
it.
"Oh my god..." She staggered from the noise, a sound that
should have ripped her limb from limb. She leaned into a tree,
but it shredded like paper in a sawmill. "Maybe I can pull this
one in too..." She thought for a moment "Ok. Sonic Power: De-
activate!" Nothing.
"Oh! Duh!" She thought about silence, and it was.
For a moment at least.
"Wow! Cool! A naked super chic!" It was a girl's voice,
down the path. A bit familiar.
Marya turned and saw one of Tisha's friends. 'Latoya I
think' "Hey..."
"Wow that was so cool how you sucked in all that fire.
Sucks what you did to that tree though. Who are you? I've never
read about you before."
'She doesn't recognize me. I've got no costume, I'm freak'n
nude. Why doesn't she recognize me?'
"Hey are you ok..? You look kinda funny..."
'Wait! I'm freak'n naked! I gotta get out of here!' Marya
ran. And ran. And ran.

Somewhere past a few mountains and into a desert she
stopped to collect herself, about twenty minutes later. "Where
the hell am I?" She looked around. "This must be like... Nevada
or Utah or something. Guess I can't just take off like that."
Marya should've paid more attention in geography class.
Marya sat down in the dirt, her bare buttocks hardly
noticing the pebbles pushing up in her excitement. She picked up
a rock and bounced it in her hands. "I feel so alive. This is
amazing. I wonder if all supers feel like this?" Her body was
electric. Every nerve firing off signals, every sense sharpened.
A strong feminine smell was making its way up from her moistening
pussy. She looked down, noticing it for the first time. Her lips
were fully engorged and her clit was poking out through her bush.
"God, I feel horny..." She curved her stomach in and bent down
for as good a look as she could get. "It's so... I don't think
I've ever seen it like this before."
Curiosity got the best of her, and the sexual urges
certainly didn't help. Marya reached down and passed a finger
along her slit. "Ooooh! Oh my god..." It was so good it almost
hurt, like she was just coming off an orgasm. Being a super could
have its benefits. "But I don't know if I can take this..." She
had to try again. Marya steeled her nerves for the rush. She
reached down and gave another gentle caress. "Ooh wow! I can
really get into this..."
She'd never really been one for jacking off, and she really
hadn't dated all that much -not like Tisha- but she couldn't stop
herself. Marya ran her fingers along her slit for several seconds
before she dared entry. She thought she'd cum when that first
finger made it's way in, but soon found her peak was still
building. In minutes, her screams were echoing throughout the
desert as the young woman brought herself over the edge. When her
fingers hit her clit it was just too much to bear. She blacked
out in a burst of cosmic energy. To anyone passing by, it would
have seemed like a glowing sphere of multi colored light
ballooning out of her to shatter at the size of a car like a
bursting bubble.
She came to minutes later, her body a sticky, sweating
mass. "Wow... I hope that's not dangerous." She hoped she'd still
be able to be loved by normal boys. She sat up again and looked
around. The rocks around her had been pushed back into a nice
circle about as long as her bed. Nothing looked burned though.
"I wonder what my powers are? I guess I can run, looks like
I can super-... or something... and I guess I can take it, but
can I dish it out?" She took the pebble in her hands and tossed
it as hard as she could at a pile of rocks a few feet away. It
smacked into them and fell to the ground. "Guess not. Least not
like that." She spread her legs out before her, then reached
back, made a fist, and pounded down into the ground.
"Ow!" Why did that hurt if I was on fire before? It
shouldn't hurt she thought as she pounded down again. No pain
this time, but still no harm to the ground. "Guess I don't have
super strength..."
Maybe I can blast things? She pointed her hands at the pile
of rocks and yelled out "Naked Girl Blast: Activate!" Nothing.
Maybe I just gotta s

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