[b][u][center]Shocking Distractions
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Rachel sat with a beer in one hand and her phone in the other. The usual doom-scrolling had already been done - she'd refreshed her apps four times in the last twenty minutes for more - and now she was just staring at the buzzing white screen. Dark-mode wasn't even a consideration; some nights she liked the feeling of the white screen blasting out her ability to see anything else for a little while. 

Even so, the cheetah could only stare at the same images and articles for so long before losing interest. She slumped further into the couch, going from staring at her phone to staring out the window. It wasn't much better; might not be burning out her retinas, but it sure as hell wasn't showing much, either. Just the distant mountains, the airport two miles away and the planes leaving it, and the occasional flash of some super or other getting into a fight. 

She could be out there. She wasn't, but she could be. 

Rachel glanced at her beer, swirled it around, and sighed. Nah. Wasn't drunk enough to be that stupid. Could be, wanted to be, but wasn't. Not after the last time cost her both her job and the next four paychecks from the next one. 

The cheetah leaned down, putting the bottle on the floor before she could correct the drunk problem. The more that she sat there and thought, the more tempted she'd be to do the stupid thing. Go out. Fight. Throw someone across the room or let someone do it to her, didn't matter when it got bad. Not as painful to lose herself in the adrenaline than in the back of her own head. 

Better than thinking about how the next bill was going to get paid, or how her ‘future’ was shot to shit, or any of the many disappointments that had come since high school. Kept coming before she dropped outta college, and didn’t stop coming as she hopped from one job to another, and - fuck.

When she looked down at her hand again and saw the lightning arcing between her fingers, she knew she had to do something. Fighting'd get her arrested, randomly discharging her powers would get her fined. Couldn't just go for a walk - too low-impact after getting this wound up. 

Sex. Sex would do it. 

She flicked her thumb across the phone as she brought up one of the hook-up apps she downloaded two months ago. The way that she was trying to forget the shit that she used to have, she didn't lean on friends. She leaned on strangers, and a whole lot of fucking strangers were happy to let her crash on their couch - or their bed - in exchange for a few orgasms. Hadn't had to use it since, wasn't even horny for it now, but it'd get her mind off things. 

Half-surprised that her old profile was still there, Rachel logged in and set herself to active. A flurry of her old pics went by: bulkier than the average woman, muscled from maintenance, labor, repair and engineering. Almost made her breasts disappear from some angles. Made her ass look good, though, and some guys loved the hard thighs. 

Didn't take long to get a few messages from random guys walking the streets. That much, she remembered. 

[i]Getting in the Hole in the Old West Arms basement,[/i] she typed in for a status message. [i]Get your ass over here and use it while it's there.[/i]

The cheetah was already moving around the couch. If she'd had the thought to go anywhere else, she might have bothered to put on anything but the panties she was already wearing, but she was just going down to the basement. Everyone in the building had seen her in her underwear already on laundry day, and it was late enough that the people that might see her tits didn't matter. 

Besides, she needed this. Not to get off, but to stop thinking. 

The old stairs, piss-stained and filled with mold in the corners, passed by in a blink. She was in the basement almost before she knew it, and she paused in the doorway to the stairwell, shaking her head at the holes in the wall on the other side of the old room. 

Rachel remembered one of the old tenants telling her that this place used to be the laundry room before the former landlord decided he could make more money shoving his tenants into the holes and pimping them out. The one time that she bothered looking into the old records bore it out; the last guy went to jail for running an unlicensed prostitution ring. Didn't matter what he did to the girls, back then. All that mattered was he was kicked to the clink. 

New landlord hadn't bothered putting the machines back. It was cheaper to keep them on another floor. Far as she knew, everyone just tried to forget this was down here. Well, except the pervs. And her. Was she being a perv if she was here to make her brain shut up instead of get off?

There she was. Thinking again. She needed to stop that. 

Rachel dragged her panties off, tossing them to the side and walking naked across the floor. Dust had been turned to muck from a few busted pipes, and it was cold and dank, but she didn't care. She doubted the guys coming for free fucks were going to care, either. 

The cheetah shoved her head through the hole in the wall and rooted around for one of the benches on the other side. Eventually dragging one over, she laid her upper half on it and rested her head on her arms. With her tail flicked off to the side, she knew she wouldn't have to wait long before someone came around. 

She was right. Barely a minute after she got situated, she heard someone walk in. A little grunt, then a chuckle, followed by the soft tap-squelch of boots through the mucky floor. The cheetah kept her head down, but she still couldn't quite hold back the hiss when the stranger grabbed her ass. No claws, just fingers, but he squeezed hard enough for her to feel it through the faint buzz on her brain. 

"Damn, that's a nice ass..."

Not someone she'd had before, at least as far as she could recognize. She closed her eyes, focusing on the fingers groping her ass, the little stroke between her legs over her pussy, then the two inside of her. She clenched on them, not because she needed to get fucked, but just to have something else to think about. 

"Hehe, needy little bitch...You want to get fucked, you'll get fucked."

[i]Hurry up, asshole...[/i]

Rachel shook her head as she heard the familiar zip. He didn't just ram it in; she could hear him jerking it a bit, huffing. A little click, too. Well, fuck, he could take a souvenir, if he'd just -

"Mmmmph!"

She gritted her teeth as he forced three inches up her ass. Unlubed, but not so huge that he'd rip her, at least. She hissed as he worked himself in, out, in, out. Fucker wasn't even using lube, just rubbing some of her barely-there pussy juice against his cock. 

It worked, though. She stopped thinking. 

Eventually, it stopped hurting and it became a kinda-pleasurable burn along her rim and something better further in. The cheetah stopped tensing up, going from clawing the bench to just holding it as the stranger kept hammering in, out, in, out, his cock sliding deeper into her ass over time. She could hear him grunting away, growling and panting and snarling almost like some predator in a bad porno. She pretended not to hear him, just focusing on the feeling of faint pleasure that was slowly getting better. 

[i]Asshole couldn't even fuck my pussy...[/i]

Worked better this way, though. A little bit of pain mixed in was better than pure pleasure. Bit of pain made it real. Bit of pain let her feel that she deserved this, rather than feeling shitty about getting off in some 'perfect' coupling. 

In, out, in, out. He beat her ass with one spank after another, and she hissed as he picked up speed, some of that roughness and too-much-friction coming back. Rachel half-wished she could get her hand under her to rub her pussy, but that wasn't possible in the Hole. She'd have to wait, have to - 

"Nnngh!"

She growled as the fuck-happy jerk ground his knot against her asshole. Arching her back, she hissed over her shoulder. 

"Hey, don't you fucking think about it."

"Shut up, slut. You put yourself in the Hole, didn't you? You want it."

"I'm warning you -"

He spanked her again, this time with a hint of claw. The raking heat across her asscheeks cut through what little bit of booze-haze she had and killed the pleasure. Snarling, the cheetah let loose. She'd warned him; fucker decided he'd ignore it. 

Releasing her lightning was surprisingly quiet. Little more than a hum when it first came out, everyone was always surprised when the crack followed. But the crack came from the lightning traveling through air. When it went through a person, and particularly, a person that was touching her, it was nearly silent. 

The dick came, of course; that much electricity coursing through his cock and through the rest of his body, it was a miracle he didn't lose control of everything. Rachel clamped down, keeping him from pulling out as she shocked him again, and again, and again. Every time she heard him start to say something, she zapped him so hard that his entire body locked up. 

When she finally stopped, he slid out with a thump. The cheetah shook her head; the mood was ruined, but at least she'd gotten something to release her frustration on. 

As she climbed out of the hole, she looked down at a coyote with a smoking dick and fur still spiky from the shocks. Rachel rested one hand on her hip, shaking her head at the scrawny, dirty dog. 

"Fucking warned you, prick," she muttered, shaking her head. "Coulda just fucked my pussy and gone, but no. You had to fuck my ass, and you had to try and knot it. You fucking deserved that."

"Nnngh...gah..."

"Get the fuck outta here when you can move again."

She stepped over him, wincing at the burning feeling between her cheeks. Yep, she'd be feeling that for the rest of the night. Hadn't done a dry anal for a few months. Hadn't thought that'd be a thing tonight, but at least that'd give her something to think about. Something that wasn't the future. 

The cheetah paused at the base of the stairs as she passed her panties. She picked them up, looked over her shoulder, and sighed. 

"Here; take a memento, prick."

Tossing her panties over her shoulder, she smirked as they landed right on the coyote's face. He groaned, and she chuckled as she walked up the stairs. Maybe there’d be something new on the phone when she got back to her apartment. 









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Rachel, a cheetah with lightning powers in a setting filled with supers, is having a very bad night. She’s not had a lot of luck with her life, and it’s…well, it’s leading her to make a few bad decisions. 

Tags: F/solo, M/F, Anal, Hole in the Wall, Sex As Distraction, Unaroused, Cheetah, Coyote, Knot, Warning, E-Stim, Consensual, Fuck Around and Find Out, Supers, Superpowers, Electricity, League of Super Heroines,