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It was late into the night shift aboard the Watchtower and a fire in the Everglades had cleaned out most of the heroes as they battled the blaze. Usually it would only have taken a couple of them to stop this kind of thing, but after the first team had been sent down this sweet futanari dickgirl had popped up, kidnapped Firehawk and taken her back to his base for an all-night rape session, so now the others were scouring the area to save at least some of Lorraine’s dignity.

Meantime the hallways were quiet, the monitor screens blinking on automatic as they received hundreds of reports from all over the world, sorting them and forwarding them onto the relevant authorities, or noting them for future action where needed. Batman had spent several nights a couple of months back fine-tuning the system with futanari dickgirl , long busy nights.

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Courtney sat at the console, her eyes glazing over as the text ticked away in front of her, petty theft after bank raid listing off, their times and locations glowing as she sighed deeply, miserable at having been passed over for the older members of the team even today of all days.

Turning back to the conference table, she saw futa girls cake, the eighteen candles still wisping smoke as the streamers hung limply from the ceiling. Once again she sighed, this time at the sense of duty her father had instilled in her which over-rid her disappointment at having her birthday party ruined by official business once again. She hadn’t even had the chance to see Flash’s face when she showed him the latest trick she’d learnt with her Cosmic Staff.

Almost drifting off, Stargirl started awake when she heard the alarm buzz moments before the teleporters hummed to life. Sitting up straight in her chair, she stared intently at the monitors, bobbing her head back and forth as new reports filtered in. The central monitor clicked and the icons for Batwoman and Supergirl flashed up, along with their security codes and authorisations.

Turning in her chair, Courtney smiled as the two women materialised on the pad, her eyes drawn to their overly tight costumes. Looking down for a second she tried to suppress the urges she’d been feeling lately when seeing the female heroes in costume, it was almost worse than sharing the showers with them after difficult missions. The memory of the sensations the time Power Girl had asked her to scrub her back was still haunting her at night. She heard her fellow heroines walking across the deck plating and certain she could control herself Courtney looked up once again, waving joyfully as the pair smiled over at her.

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“So, eighteen years old Courtney? The time has come to be properly indoctrinated to the League.” Supergirl called out, her tone confusing the young woman as she spied the box Kara held in her hands. Was this another present to add to her abundant collection.

“This ceremony is a sacred one, showing the trust and faith that you have for your fellow members. Only if you pass this trial tonight will you be awarded full membership to the League as an adult member. Don’t worry though; if you fail then you’ll be able to retake the test any time you desire.” Kate announced regally, her tones honest and sincere but her words just puzzling the poor girl further as her eyes remained locked on the box, worrying thoughts bubbling inside her head as to its contents now that she knew that this was some form of test.

“What kind of test do you have in mind?” She asked warily, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

The two older heroines glanced at each other, sharing a mischievous smile as they placed the box on the conference table next to the birthday cake. “Nothing too difficult, you could call it a test of stamina.” Kara announced, her mouth curling into a manic grin as though she were hiding some great joke.

Clutching her rod like a safety blanket Courtney walked up to the table, her hands reaching for the box, but she stopped, still wary about what was going on, the other heroines’ attitudes putting her on edge. Was this really a test of some kind, or just a birthday joke the pair were pulling on her?

Bracing herself, Courtney grabbed the lid, tugging it off of the box as she leant over the table, peering inside. At first she didn’t understand what she was looking at, the straps and strangely shaped rubber piled inside haphazardly, but as realisation dawned on her she jumped back. “Are you going to make me wear those things or something?” She stammered, pointing at the box with a shaking hand.

For a moment nothing happened, all three standing frozen to the spot as Courtney leant against her staff, drained by the outburst of energy. Kara rubbed her hand down her body, as though checking to see if anything was missing, or if anything had suddenly appeared. “Well? Was that it?”

“Wait for it.” Courtney said, looking up at the Kryptonian girl, a mischievous grin of her own plastered across her face as she licked her lips and watched the older girl’s chest heaving.

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