Continuing to train with their superpowers
Undeserved Ascendance
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
an188
Glitz arched backward, her spine bending like a live wire snapping taut, neon veins flaring beneath her skin like a city grid powering up after a blackout. Static crackled in her lungs with every breath, and when she laughed—sharp, unhinged—the sound carried the buzz of a transformer overloading. The dead battery fell from her fingers, smoking and flattened, its last sparks dancing across her knuckles before she clenched her fist and snuffed them out like candle flames.
She rolled her shoulders, feeling the current move through her—not just in her muscles now, but deeper, in the marrow, in the spaces between atoms. When she flicked her wrist, a whip-thin arc of violet lightning lashed out, carving a blackened scar across the hull of a nearby delivery van. The metal bubbled and split like overcooked meat, revealing the hollowed-out interior where Glitz's reflection grinned back at her, distorted and feral. She wiggled her fingers, and the reflection mirrored her—until she pushed, and the entire van crumpled inward with a shriek of surrendering steel.
Glam sighed through her nose. "Subtlety, Glitz."
Glitz's answering grin was a lightning strike—bright, jagged, dangerous. She flexed her fingers, watching sparks dance between them like captive fireflies. "Since when do *we* do subtle?" The air smelled like burning rubber and her own sweat, thick with the promise of destruction. She could feel the voltage pooling in her pelvis, hot and insistent, begging to be unleashed.
Glam's smirk was a slow blade sliding home. She lifted one teal-gloved hand, fingers splaying, and the shattered glass at their feet *levitated* in a shimmering halo. "Never," she agreed—just as the shards accelerated, embedding themselves in the nearest wreck like a hailstorm of needles. The carcass of a minivan twitched under the assault, its hollow frame rattling like a dying animal.
Glitz snorted, rolling her wrist in a mocking flourish before thrusting her palm forward. A whip-crack of violet lightning lashed out—not at the junk, but at the puddle of rainwater pooling near Glam's stilettos. The water exploded into superheated steam, enveloping her sister in a scalding fog. "Oops," Glitz singsonged, already pirouetting away as Glam emerged from the cloud with murder in her eyes—and her own fingertips sparking cobalt.
"Amateur," Glam purred, snapping her fingers. The chain-link fence detonated outward in a concentric shockwave, each link separating into a red-hot projectile that embedded itself in the surrounding wrecks with sniper precision. A hubcap spun past Glitz's head—deliberately missing by millimeters—before reversing midair and *slamming* into the back of her knees like a boomerang of spite. Glitz yelped, staggering forward—only to catch herself by *biting* down on a rusted I-beam, her electrified saliva welding the metal to her teeth in a grotesque grin.
"Static cling looks good on you," Glitz garbled around the beam, flipping Glam off with one sparking middle finger. She inhaled sharply—ribs expanding—and *exhaled* a crackling stream of violet plasma that carved a molten trench between them. Glam backflipped over the sizzling fissure, her detached sleeve fluttering down to smother the flames with an elegant flick of her wrist. The fabric blackened instantly, but not before she'd already ripped a transformer box from a nearby telephone pole and shoved it into Glitz's gut.
The impact sent Glitz skidding backward on her ass, electricity arcing from the transformer's ruptured guts straight into her navel. Her spine bowed off the ground as her veins ignited like neon tubing—electric blue, then searing white—until her entire body glowed like a fucked-up nightlight. "Fuuuuuuck," she moaned, thighs clamping around the sparking wreckage, heels drumming against dirt as raw current flooded her nervous system. "Ohhhh you bitch, you absolute—nngh—sadist—"
Glam strode through the hail of spitting wires like a queen through a ticker-tape parade, rolling her eyes at her sister's convulsions. "Static cling looks better," she purred, tapping one stiletto against the transformer's casing—deliberately sending another surge ripping through Glitz's twitching body. The resulting scream was half-orgasm, half-snarl, and entirely music to Glam's ears.
Glitz finally wrenched herself free with a wet pop, her skin steaming where she'd fused with the metal. Her pupils were blown wide, lips spit-slick and twitching around jagged laughter. "Ohhh, you wanna play?" She lunged—not at Glam, but at a nearby stack of refrigerators—planting both palms against the rusted doors and *discharging*. The blast turned the appliances into shrapnel grenades, doors rocketing outward like shurikens. One nearly clipped Glam's throat before she caught it midair, fingers denting the metal as she whipped it back like a discus. Glitz ducked—barely—letting the projectile decapitate a crane arm behind her. "Missed me, *princess*—"
"Did I?" Glam flicked her wrist. The crane groaned, then toppled—straight toward Glitz's head.
Glitz didn't blink. She just licked her fingers—slow, obscene—before pressing them to the crane's falling bulk. The metal *screamed* as she superheated it midair, warping the steel into molten slag that splattered against her outstretched palm like liquid mercury. She blew Glam a kiss through the steam, flexing her forearm so the molten metal slid down her bicep in glowing rivulets. "Aw, baby. You think *gravity* still applies to me?"
Glam's smirk curled darker. She stepped forward—one stiletto crushing the still-sizzling transformer underfoot—until their chests brushed. Static crackled where skin met skin; Glitz's nipples hardened visibly under her shredded top. "Prove it," Glam murmured—then seized her sister's jaw and *bit* down on her lower lip, sucking the residual voltage straight from Glitz's tongue.
Glitz moaned into the kiss, her hands scrabbling at Glam's hips hard enough to dent the metal belt loops. Their teeth clashed—not in pain, but in hungry competition—as Glam shoved her backward into the half-melted crane arm. The steel groaned under their combined weight, still hot enough to sear lesser skin, but Glitz only arched higher, her thighs clamping around Glam's waist. She could feel every spark traveling between their mouths, her own electricity looping back into her veins through Glam's greedy swallows. Their tongues tangled wet and violent, Glitz's fingers twisting in Glam's ponytail to yank her head sideways—hard—exposing the fluttering pulse beneath her sister's jaw.
Glam retaliated by sinking her nails into the raw voltage glowing beneath Glitz's ribs, fingertips dipping just beneath skin to stroke the live wires of her nervous system. Glitz's scream dissolved into a shuddering gasp, her hips jerking forward as Glam's thumb found the jagged bundle of nerves at her hipbone and pulsed—once, twice—mimicking the rhythm of a clit being rubbed raw. The air between them ionized, crackling pink with excess energy that arced from Glitz's parted lips to Glam's collarbone in jagged, snapping threads.
"Feel that?" Glam murmured against her sister's throat, teeth scraping the jumping pulse there. "That's us. No fucking circuit breakers left." Her free hand slid lower, past the waistband of Glitz's ruined shorts—no fabric left intact where their powers had fused—finding her clit swollen and pulsing with the same neon intensity as the veins in her thighs. "You're dripping voltage," she laughed, cruel and breathless, twisting two fingers inside without warning. Glitz's back arched off the wreckage, her cry fracturing into staticky distortion as her cunt clenched around the intrusion, muscles fluttering in erratic surges like a transformer overloading.
Glitz grabbed Glam's ponytail—not to pull her away, but to drag her closer, their foreheads knocking together in a mockery of tenderness. "Fuck subtlety," she panted, hips grinding against Glam's wrist in jagged circles. "We could black out the whole fucking coast right now if I came hard enough—try me—" Her threat dissolved into a guttural moan as Glam's thumb pressed down, sending a visible arc of cyan skittering up her sternum.
They....
She rolled her shoulders, feeling the current move through her—not just in her muscles now, but deeper, in the marrow, in the spaces between atoms. When she flicked her wrist, a whip-thin arc of violet lightning lashed out, carving a blackened scar across the hull of a nearby delivery van. The metal bubbled and split like overcooked meat, revealing the hollowed-out interior where Glitz's reflection grinned back at her, distorted and feral. She wiggled her fingers, and the reflection mirrored her—until she pushed, and the entire van crumpled inward with a shriek of surrendering steel.
Glam sighed through her nose. "Subtlety, Glitz."
Glitz's answering grin was a lightning strike—bright, jagged, dangerous. She flexed her fingers, watching sparks dance between them like captive fireflies. "Since when do *we* do subtle?" The air smelled like burning rubber and her own sweat, thick with the promise of destruction. She could feel the voltage pooling in her pelvis, hot and insistent, begging to be unleashed.
Glam's smirk was a slow blade sliding home. She lifted one teal-gloved hand, fingers splaying, and the shattered glass at their feet *levitated* in a shimmering halo. "Never," she agreed—just as the shards accelerated, embedding themselves in the nearest wreck like a hailstorm of needles. The carcass of a minivan twitched under the assault, its hollow frame rattling like a dying animal.
Glitz snorted, rolling her wrist in a mocking flourish before thrusting her palm forward. A whip-crack of violet lightning lashed out—not at the junk, but at the puddle of rainwater pooling near Glam's stilettos. The water exploded into superheated steam, enveloping her sister in a scalding fog. "Oops," Glitz singsonged, already pirouetting away as Glam emerged from the cloud with murder in her eyes—and her own fingertips sparking cobalt.
"Amateur," Glam purred, snapping her fingers. The chain-link fence detonated outward in a concentric shockwave, each link separating into a red-hot projectile that embedded itself in the surrounding wrecks with sniper precision. A hubcap spun past Glitz's head—deliberately missing by millimeters—before reversing midair and *slamming* into the back of her knees like a boomerang of spite. Glitz yelped, staggering forward—only to catch herself by *biting* down on a rusted I-beam, her electrified saliva welding the metal to her teeth in a grotesque grin.
"Static cling looks good on you," Glitz garbled around the beam, flipping Glam off with one sparking middle finger. She inhaled sharply—ribs expanding—and *exhaled* a crackling stream of violet plasma that carved a molten trench between them. Glam backflipped over the sizzling fissure, her detached sleeve fluttering down to smother the flames with an elegant flick of her wrist. The fabric blackened instantly, but not before she'd already ripped a transformer box from a nearby telephone pole and shoved it into Glitz's gut.
The impact sent Glitz skidding backward on her ass, electricity arcing from the transformer's ruptured guts straight into her navel. Her spine bowed off the ground as her veins ignited like neon tubing—electric blue, then searing white—until her entire body glowed like a fucked-up nightlight. "Fuuuuuuck," she moaned, thighs clamping around the sparking wreckage, heels drumming against dirt as raw current flooded her nervous system. "Ohhhh you bitch, you absolute—nngh—sadist—"
Glam strode through the hail of spitting wires like a queen through a ticker-tape parade, rolling her eyes at her sister's convulsions. "Static cling looks better," she purred, tapping one stiletto against the transformer's casing—deliberately sending another surge ripping through Glitz's twitching body. The resulting scream was half-orgasm, half-snarl, and entirely music to Glam's ears.
Glitz finally wrenched herself free with a wet pop, her skin steaming where she'd fused with the metal. Her pupils were blown wide, lips spit-slick and twitching around jagged laughter. "Ohhh, you wanna play?" She lunged—not at Glam, but at a nearby stack of refrigerators—planting both palms against the rusted doors and *discharging*. The blast turned the appliances into shrapnel grenades, doors rocketing outward like shurikens. One nearly clipped Glam's throat before she caught it midair, fingers denting the metal as she whipped it back like a discus. Glitz ducked—barely—letting the projectile decapitate a crane arm behind her. "Missed me, *princess*—"
"Did I?" Glam flicked her wrist. The crane groaned, then toppled—straight toward Glitz's head.
Glitz didn't blink. She just licked her fingers—slow, obscene—before pressing them to the crane's falling bulk. The metal *screamed* as she superheated it midair, warping the steel into molten slag that splattered against her outstretched palm like liquid mercury. She blew Glam a kiss through the steam, flexing her forearm so the molten metal slid down her bicep in glowing rivulets. "Aw, baby. You think *gravity* still applies to me?"
Glam's smirk curled darker. She stepped forward—one stiletto crushing the still-sizzling transformer underfoot—until their chests brushed. Static crackled where skin met skin; Glitz's nipples hardened visibly under her shredded top. "Prove it," Glam murmured—then seized her sister's jaw and *bit* down on her lower lip, sucking the residual voltage straight from Glitz's tongue.
Glitz moaned into the kiss, her hands scrabbling at Glam's hips hard enough to dent the metal belt loops. Their teeth clashed—not in pain, but in hungry competition—as Glam shoved her backward into the half-melted crane arm. The steel groaned under their combined weight, still hot enough to sear lesser skin, but Glitz only arched higher, her thighs clamping around Glam's waist. She could feel every spark traveling between their mouths, her own electricity looping back into her veins through Glam's greedy swallows. Their tongues tangled wet and violent, Glitz's fingers twisting in Glam's ponytail to yank her head sideways—hard—exposing the fluttering pulse beneath her sister's jaw.
Glam retaliated by sinking her nails into the raw voltage glowing beneath Glitz's ribs, fingertips dipping just beneath skin to stroke the live wires of her nervous system. Glitz's scream dissolved into a shuddering gasp, her hips jerking forward as Glam's thumb found the jagged bundle of nerves at her hipbone and pulsed—once, twice—mimicking the rhythm of a clit being rubbed raw. The air between them ionized, crackling pink with excess energy that arced from Glitz's parted lips to Glam's collarbone in jagged, snapping threads.
"Feel that?" Glam murmured against her sister's throat, teeth scraping the jumping pulse there. "That's us. No fucking circuit breakers left." Her free hand slid lower, past the waistband of Glitz's ruined shorts—no fabric left intact where their powers had fused—finding her clit swollen and pulsing with the same neon intensity as the veins in her thighs. "You're dripping voltage," she laughed, cruel and breathless, twisting two fingers inside without warning. Glitz's back arched off the wreckage, her cry fracturing into staticky distortion as her cunt clenched around the intrusion, muscles fluttering in erratic surges like a transformer overloading.
Glitz grabbed Glam's ponytail—not to pull her away, but to drag her closer, their foreheads knocking together in a mockery of tenderness. "Fuck subtlety," she panted, hips grinding against Glam's wrist in jagged circles. "We could black out the whole fucking coast right now if I came hard enough—try me—" Her threat dissolved into a guttural moan as Glam's thumb pressed down, sending a visible arc of cyan skittering up her sternum.
They....
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