Amaranthine- Horny Heroes

CHAPTER 6

"Okay!" Lira said, moving herself behind a thick glass wall, then bouncing in place and clapping in excitement. "Given the level of durability you've already demonstrated, I get to go full Looney Tunes on your ass." 

"What?" 

"C'mon Roadrunner, stand on that big X on the floor there." 

Well, never been one to disappoint a pretty lady, Cait thought, stepping onto the painted black X Lira indicated. 

The instant she was in position, she looked over to see Lira flip the cover off a big red button and slam her palm down onto it. Cait heard a click over head, a creak, then felt an enormous impact and was careening towards the black metal wall behind her. She bounced off with a dull thud and landed in a pile on the ground, but rose to her feet none the worse for wear. 

An enormous hammer head on a thick metal pole was hanging where she had been standing a second ago. With a low whirr it started to swing back up to its berth in the ceiling. 

"BOOYEAH BABY!" Lira exclaimed, jumping and pumping a fist in the air, the manic look on her pretty face growing by the second. "50 fucking tons of tungsten! I never get to use that one!" 

She ran out from behind her blast shield, practically skipping with excitement, and began poking at prodding at Cait. 

"Yeah, I mean, you look totally fine!" She said, after Cait had been rather thoroughly groped. "My powers can tell me well enough you don't have any broken bones or internal bleeding, and you don't even have a bruise!" 

She looked up at Cait again, wonder in her wide, excited eyes, her hands resting on the larger woman's waist, which she kept unconsciously squeezing. 

"You just took nearly twice the weight of that gravel truck, and that hammer wasn't made of pussy-ass steel, so it couldn't crumple and rob itself of some force. That would've taken the top off of a mountain, but you are completely unscathed…" She trailed off, looking down and tracing a finger down Cait's abs as she lost herself in thought. Before she let out a high pitched squee and wrapped Cait in a hug. "Oh my gosh, I am going to get to use all my best toys with you!" 

Pulling herself off of Cait, Lira ran over to one of the weapon covered walls and pulled off what looked to be a regular industrial chainsaw. Her grin was wide and her eyes wider as she walked back over, revving it with glee. "Okay, that was the biggest blunt instrument I could hit you with. Now, let's see how you do with slashing damage." 

Soon, Cait was surrounded by the smoking remains of a multitude of different kinds of chainsaws, from the steel-toothed one Lira had started with, to diamond tipped, and finally one that generated microplasma fields in the place of teeth. All had whined and shattered against her skin, and all Lira had to show for it was a flush that was starting to cover her neck and chest in addition to her cheeks, and heavy breaths that didn't sound like they signaled exhaustion to Cait. 

"Holy shit, you took the PlasmaFucker," She muttered to herself between gasps, hands resting on her knees. "I keep that thing around as a joke to spook newbies." 

She straightened up, and clapped her hands together as her grin grew ever wider and more disconcerting. "Alright! Time for firearms!" 

Lira grabbed her, and Cait let herself be steered against the wall in front of yet another big X. The maniacal personal trainer assailed her with every kind of ranged weapon Cait had ever heard of, and a hell of a lot she hadn't. She started off aiming at her arms with 9mm ammo 'for safety'. Within 10 minutes was unloading a .50 caliber machine gun into Cait's chest. When she finally let loose a coruscating plasma blast from a cannon the size of her torso, she was bent over the weapon, her breath coming in short gasps as her legs shook. 

"Are you…" 

"Quiet sweetie." Lira said, holding up a finger to shush Cait. "Mommy's almost finished." 

Once what was definitely not an orgasm subsided. Lira walked back over to Cait. 

"Hooooo. Okay. So. You're as immune to external damage as I've ever seen anyone be. If there's something out there that can get through that hide of yours, we don't have it here," she said with a playful punch to Cait's belly. "But! There are all kinds of tough Altereds. You might be the toughest I've seen, but we should still be thorough." 

With that, Lira ran Cait through a long series of more esoteric endurance tests. They found she didn't need to breathe, could be submerged in acid or lava, and even let it flow into her lungs without more effect than a spicy taste, although it was a bitch and a half to cough out. One of the contraptions in the room was a pressure chamber, and even when Lira cranked it up to Marianas Trench levels it failed to so much as make Cait's ears pop. The opposite, creating a vacuum, had no noticeable effect on her as well. She filled the chamber up with various poisons, then a bunch of known allergens, just for good measure. Apparently Cait wasn't allergic to dogs anymore. 

She shocked Cait with varying voltages and amperages, all which tingled, and one, that Lira said should have made her skeleton visible from the outside, just made her nipples a little hard. The only thing they found to be even partially effective was an ice gun, but Lira soon realized that it wasn't the cold affecting Cait, she'd simply built up a thick enough coating of ice on her arm that she could no longer move it. 

Lira stood in front of Cait, face scrunched up and hands on her hips as she tapped her foot in thought. Finally she sighed, and looked rather sheepishly up at Cait. 

 "That's about all I got for durability, Cait, sorry." Looking away, she crossed one arm across her torso to rub at the other, which bounced her small breasts in their, now sweat soaked, sports bra. 

"Are you… apologizing for not being able to hurt me?" Cait asked, looking down at the Lira's pout with a grin growing across her face. "That would be a new one for me." 

Lira glared back at her, exasperation written on her face. 

"This test is supposed to find your limits, Cait!" Lira said, a whine in her voice. "What if you do become a Guardian, think you're invincible, but there's something we missed? Hell, even if you return to civilian life, now you don't know what's a danger to you! I'd actually be more comfortable if we could've hurt you, question marks like this get Guardians killed." 

Cait hesitated for a second before pulling the upset redhead into a hug which Lira returned tight, the height difference effectively forcing her to nuzzle into Cait's breasts. Cait held her for a second, then patted her on the head as she released her. 

"How about this? I really appreciate your concern, so if you think of anything else, get any new doomsday weapons in, I'll let you try em' out on me soon as you ask, alright?" Lira, who had looked on the verge of tears, burst into a wide, devastatingly cute smile, which quickly morphed into a mischievous grin. 

"You know I'm holding you to that right?" 

"I figured." Cait chuckled then waved a hand over her naked body. "Can I put some clothes on now? I've been naked since the plasma cannon and the way things were going it didn't feel worth it to change every time. It kinda feels like we're done now, so….." 

Lira, eyes still gleaming with mischief, pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she ran her eyes over Cait from head to toe, lingering just a little longer between her hips. 

"I mean, you don't have to….." 

"Ah ah ah," Cait said, grinning and waving a finger in front of her dangling privates. "My body is art, and I'd like to close the gallery, please." 

"Fineeee," Lira rolled her eyes and put on a fake pout, before her grin returned and she made for the door. "We've got plenty of extra exercise gear here from some sponsor or another. I'll grab some in exactly your size." She said, tapping next to her temple. "But stay warmed up! If that's, you know, even still a thing for you. When I get back we've still gotta test your strength!" 

Cait watched her go, the first good look at Lira's backside she'd gotten. It was actually better than she expected, and to be honest, she'd been expecting a lot. Her firm ass stretched the tight leggings to the limit. She'd gotten the best kind too, where the stitching made it so each cheek was distinct and defined. Cait found herself biting her own lip now, vowing to herself that she was going to find a way to, respectfully and consensually, absolutely fucking destroy that ass.