"You got this Alli! I believe in you." Mark's text message was encouraging. Mark was always encouraging. Allison had let him know about the upcoming exam, but neglected to talk about the part where she would need to perform in the nude.
But Allison was not going to back down. To Commander Stone's surprise, as soon as she got to the training hall, she stripped down. Standing tall, her breasts protruded proudly, her nipples erect from the slight chill in the air. Jetstream and Jake found it hard to look away.
Commander Stone clapped loudly. "Good show Nightshade. That is what I like to see! Considering you are so eager, I'll let you run the exam first."
Allison couldn't help but smile at her instructor's approval.
"This is a simple search and rescue test." Commander Stone started to explain the exam to the assembled sidekicks. "There will be three civilians in danger and one simulated villain active. You will be scored on how effectively you rescue the three civilians. You will not be scored on how well you fight the villain."
Commander Stone pointed to a crash test dummy that was flopped down beside him. "These dummies will be your civilians." He then pressed a button on a device in his pocket. "And this will be your villain."
A tangle of metal tentacles appeared from a hidden compartment in the ground. There must have been dozens of them. They all congealed at the base to form a writhing mass. "This contraption, compliments of The Outfitter, is known as Seamore. Be careful, it has a tendency to grip on tight. Any questions?" Stone neglected to pause, "No? Good. Nightshade, you're up."
Allison nodded as she sized up the machine. The metal arms contorted and shifted, searching for a target to latch onto. With a deep breath, she focused her powers and lifted off the ground. The tentacles convulsed as if sensing prey, but she hovered just out of reach.
Weaving through the air, she scanned the room for the dummies. She spotted one trapped under a weighted net in the corner. With a telekinetic tug, she released the net and guided the test subject safely to the rescue zone.
Another dummy was stuck high up on the wall, its limbs flailing wildly. Nightshade flew over and easily plucked it from its perilous perch. As she did, a metal tentacle lashed out, wrapping around her thigh. She cried out in surprise, feeling the cold metal dig into her flesh. With a grunt, she strained to break free, her powers flaring. The tentacle loosened, and she pulled away.
Landing gracefully, she placed the second dummy into the rescue zone. As she turned to face the last rescue, she felt a subtle change in the air. A shiver ran down her spine as she realised the machine was learning, adapting to her movements. The metal arms undulated with purpose now, some reaching for her while others scanned the room for the remaining target.
She located the final dummy halfway across the room, but a forest of tentacles separated her from it. A single metal arm slithered towards the helpless crash test subject. Allison created a telekinetic shield to protect the dummy. The metal arms slapped against her force field, the impact vibrating her purple barrier.
She pushed forward through the tangle of metal, her shield holding strong. With a swift movement, she grabbed the final dummy and retreated, the arms snatching at her with increased urgency.
As she was almost clear, she felt a sudden shift. A few arms broke off, slithering towards her from the side. Caught off guard, she stumbled. In that moment, a tentacle wrapped around her waist, pulling her off balance. She fell forward to the ground, landing on her knees. The dummy falling beside her, fortunately, not too hard.
The metal arms constricted, pulling her back against a thick tentacle. Her breasts pressed against the cold metal as she was held in place. Allison struggled, but the machine had her trapped.
The tentacles shifted, one sliding up her leg, another caressing her back. She cried out, her voice filled with frustration. The arms bound her wrists, holding her arms behind her back as another slid between her legs, pressing against her pussy.
She moaned as the metal appendage rubbed against her. Her teeth clenched as the machine stimulated her. The arms moved in unison, touching her breasts, sliding across her thighs, caressing her body.
Allison realised the true nature of this machine. The Outfitter had created a lewd, perverse contraption, because of course he had.
As the mechanical arms continued their violations, she struggled, the tentacle between her legs pressing firmly against her most sensitive spot. Her body betrayed her, responding to the stimulation, the vibrations reminding her of the toy she left back home.
Allison writhed in the grip of the mechanical monster, her body tingling as the cold metal arms teased and stimulated. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out, her voice echoing in the training hall. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to pass the test and avoid capture. She was not supposed to be turned on by a robot.
As she reached the peak of her ecstasy, her powers flared to life, stimulated by her pleasure. She felt her powers surge with the same intensity as her orgasm.
With a brutal scream, she unleashed her telekinesis like never before. The training hall lights flickered as a surge of purple energy blasted out. The machine, Seamore, was no match for it. The metal arms were torn apart, and the very metal of the robot's shell was melted and contorted by her power.
Free, she stood up, the remnants of the machine a smouldering pile of slag at her feet. Jetstream, Full Moon, Zephyr, and Commander Stone were all stunned. The dummies were rescued, her powers were satisfied, and the test was passed with a result far beyond expectations.
"Good work Nightshade." Stone nodded. "Unconventional, but good."
"Holy shit, I think I need a smoke after seeing that." Jetstream joked.
"Are we going to be able to continue the tests?" Zephyr asked. "Seamore looks a bit broken."
"Don't worry, we got plenty more Seamores." Commander Stone assured. "You can get your kit back on Nightshade."
"Oh, right." Allison had almost forgotten she was naked. She was still crackling with purple energy. This had never happened to her before.
Zephyr stepped up next, ready to take on the test as a new machine revealed itself from the ground. Her breezy, confident aura hides her nervousness. The metal tentacles writhed, sensing fresh prey. Stone activated the machine, and the new Seamore came alive, its arms slithering towards Zephyr. She took a deep breath, summoning a gust of wind that pushed the metal arms back. With graceful movements, she danced around the room, her green costume flowing in the wind. The arms snapped at her, but she was too quick, her body moving with the agility and intangibility of the air. Before long, she had saved the dummies and passed the test.
When it was his turn, Jake's gangly form transformed as he embraced his lycanthropic powers, his body expanding and shifting into his towering werewolf form. Muscles bulged beneath his fur, and his claws extended, sharp and menacing. The mechanical arms lashed out, but Full Moon was too strong. He shredded the machine to ribbons before saving the dummies.
Jetstream's turn, and he was eager to showcase his own abilities. Commander Stone activated the machine, and Seamore surged towards the speedy sidekick. With a burst of agility, Jetstream zipped across the room, a white blur. The arms flailed in vain as he ducked and weaved, his movements too swift to track. In mere moments, he had located and rescued the dummies.
The four sidekicks had all passed their first exam.
"Good work, recruits. No training tomorrow, so enjoy your evening." Commander Stone dismissed them.