Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2021 01:20:47 +0200 (CEST) From: jade.indigo@tutanota.com Subject: Tween Superhero Tween Superhero by Jade Indigo ( jade.indigo@tutanota.com ) STORY CODES: NoSex DISCLAIMER: This is fantasy. What's more, it's a fantasy of a fantasy, so don't get your knickers in a twist about it. If it's illegal for you to read this kind of story, please don't put yourself at risk; this story isn't worth going to jail for. PLEASE: Donate to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ You can't go wrong here. If you read these stories or have ever submitted a story, please help out with any amount you can. NOTE: Dear readers, this part of the story has no sex, but I've already got the next part written and it's going to be B/b, mast, oral ON WITH THE STORY: They tell me that on some alternate Earths, superheroes are imaginary and comic books are pure fiction. How boring is that? My name is Pete, and I am tween-aged, costumed, crimefighting superhero. Seriously, I'm the real deal. I stay a tween too, because... I guess it's part of my powers I mature cyclically. From my ninth birthday, I age and grow normally, all the way through my fourteenth year. Then, on what would be my fourteenth birthday, everything resets and I go back to being nine again. This isn't time travel, it's part of my origin story. Life goes on as usual for everyone else, but everyone who's known me for at least five years has seen it happen to me at least once. And it's not just physical. I'm not a thirty-something guy trapped in a kid's body, but rather a kid who's had a *lot* of practice at those five years. This is my fifth go 'round. As a superhero, I have other powers of my own, but mostly, I have an invisible, fire-breathing dragon friend who helps me fight crime. Hence my superhero name: Dragon Boy. Some people are cynical and say that Elliot is a figment of my imagination, that I'm just a telekinetic energy projector with a weird delusion about my powers, but Elliot knows better. Elliot has a mental bond with me. He can get inside my head pretty much anytime he wants, use my senses, feel my feelings. And I can get inside his head also, when he lets me. Elliot's natural size is just big enough that he can carry me flying without straining. He can change size whenever he wants though. He can get bigger, big enough to carry me and a big grownup riding him, plus carry even more stuff in his claws. The most he's ever lifted off the ground flying is about nine hundred pounds. He can get smaller too, down around the size of a housecat. Of course, he can't carry me when he's that small. He mostly stays at his natural size so we can fight together, if we need to. He stands behind me and uses his mental bond to mirror my body movements. If I throw a punch, it's really Elliot who's doing the hitting. It looks strange to bystanders to see us mix it up with a bad guy. Because they can't see Elliot, it looks like I'm shadowboxing a few feet out of reach of the baddie, but my punches connect and Elliot hits a *lot* harder than I can. When he breathes fire, it seems to just come out of the air, about six feet over my head. It's coming out of his mouth, of course. If I get hit by an energy blast or something like that, Elliot can wrap his wings around me so I don't get hurt. And he can use his tail to trip people who try to sneak up behind us. It's a good thing Elliot is a good fighter, because my powers aren't very good in a fight. I have the power of regeneration. My body heals very quickly from injuries, for something like a simple cut, you can watch it happening. I can suppress the healing ability, so I don't give away my secret identity from getting a skinned knee, but as soon as I relax, or fall asleep, or if I get knocked out, the healing kicks back in at full force. I'm also an empath. I can sense other people's moods and emotions. It's not the same as reading their mind. I can't tell what they're thinking, but I can tell, for instance if *they* believe what they're saying, so it's kind of like a lie detector that way. I have to be pretty close to someone to sense their feelings. It's not like I can scan all the people in a bank lobby and pick out the robbers. I can dampen or heighten other people's emotions too. If their confidence is wavering, I can give them a boost, or if they're enraged I can tone that down. I can heal other people, using my empath abilities, but I need to have skin to skin contact and a few moments of concentration. The way it works is I bond with them, feeling their pain and use that to guide the healing. As I do that, their injuries begin to transfer to me. When it gets to the point about half of their wounds are on my body, the regeneration kicks in for both of us and we heal up together, as long as I can maintain skin to skin contact. It's pretty intimate really. I have to let my guard down completely, and they have to also. If I heal anything more serious than a bloody nose, I start to get sexually aroused from the intimacy, and if they're badly hurt, I can end up having a spontaneous orgasm from the endorphin flood when the healing is done. They get those feels too, I mean, I'm literally feeling it along with them, so there's no denying it. For some people, that makes my healing seem too intrusive. They'd rather let a doctor patch them up the regular way. I have one other power that's kind of weird. I don't need shoes. I could walk barefoot over broken glass and not be injured. And I'm not insensitive, I'm actually ticklish. On that hypothetical stroll over broken glass, I can feel every point and every edge. I know how sharp it is, it just doesn't harm me. It's like I'm wearing a pair of heavy boots all the time, but they're invisible and don't have any weight or take up any space. I can enjoy all the good sensations of wading barefoot in the surf, but if I step on a jellyfish, no problem. My assigned costume is pretty simple. I go barefoot, of course. I also have a mask, but it's just one of those little black ones that only goes around my eyes and covers the bridge of my nose. It doesn't need a strap to hold it on, it just sticks. I wear braces, but not because I need them. They're part of my costume. My spandex is a wrestling singlet with my dragon logo on it. I'm supposed to wear a cup under it but that feels so confining! And what am I s'posed to do when I get a boner? Sometimes I get scolded for going commando like that but nobody ever actually makes me put on a cup. Boys shouldn't be modest anyway. I have a cape also, and I know what you're thinking... "capes are dangerous!" But mine is like a bath towel got possessed by a mischievous spirit. It doesn't need a fastener to stay on my shoulders, so if it started getting sucked into something, it would just come off. It can fly and move on its own anyway, so it could probably get away from whatever was sucking it in. It can wrap around peoples heads to blind them, and give a wicked towel snap, all by itself. Since I'm a kid, and an orphan, I'm a legal ward of the Superheroes Association. I live in the dormitory with the other bachelor heroes who haven't got their own base yet. I can't be a side-kick, because Elliot's breath weapon registers too high on the power scale, so I'm stuck with being the youngest superhero nearly all the time. It doesn't bother me that everyone treats me like a kid. Like I said before, they're not wrong. It's like having a variable number of "parents" none of whom really feel directly responsible for me, but feel free to tell me when to take a shower or go to bed, give me a spanking when I need it, stuff like that. Since I'm always going to be a kid, my personnel manager has a rotation set up for me. About a third of the time, I go into deep cover in a secret identity. I only suit up if they call out the emergency reserve. For a semester, or a summer, I live as a regular kid, going to school, doing homework, playing sports, doing chores to earn my allowance, going to summer camp. All the regular kid stuff. They tell me it's so I can stay current with kids who age normally and give good interviews with the press. Sometimes when I go into deep cover, Elliot downsizes to his smallest. We make sure he has a cat door so he can come and go as he pleases. It's not like he can't take care of himself. He mostly does his own thing, but he nearly always curls up beside me in bed. Other times when I'm in deep cover, Elliot takes a dragon nap. So he sleeps for the duration of when I'm in deep cover, but I can still feel him, in my head, observing me in his dreams. They assign me a "parent" to go into deep cover with me. Usually it's just one, so I'm part of a single-parent household. Some of my "parents" see it as a glorified babysitting job and do the bare minimum. Others take it more seriously and actually lean into it, so I can do things like have other kids come over for sleepovers and stuff like that. This latest rotation into deep cover, I got a good one. Her name is Lightning Lady, but of course she's in deep cover also, so she's going by Patricia Paper. My cover name is Jackie this time. Whoever set up our cover names was trying to be a comedian I guess, but Elliot is sleeping this one through, so the joke's on them. "Patty" is only barely old enough to have a kid my age, and to be honest, I've got a bit of a crush on her. I haven't told her, of course, that would be weird since she's going to be my "mom" for the next while, but I kinda wear my heart on my sleeve, so she might figure it out before long. I'm eleven and a half, again. I'm always small for my age. This time around, halfway though my five year cycle, I'm 4'8" and I weigh 63 lbs. They started me late in the school year, so I can be the "new kid." And then to turn it up to eleven (see what I did there?) they're putting me in a grade ahead of what I should be, based on my age. Seventh grade, first year of junior high, and I'll be the youngest kid in the building by a full year. It's gonna be fun!