Super Mega 3 (Heroes & Harems)

by Nolan Fury

  Super Mega 3

  Heroes & Harems

  Nolan Fury

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Super Vice

  Epilogue

  Also by Nolan Fury

  Connect With Me

  Harem Gamelit

  Harem Lit

  1

  I’m not going to lie, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. The glowing ball of energy slammed into my chest and knocked me to the ground. The force of the impact sent me sliding across the concrete. My chest and my neck turned red, like a nasty sunburn. My seared skin felt crusty. The air rushed out of my lungs as fast as possible. I gasped for breath, and it took a moment before my lungs remembered how to inhale.

  Passersby on the street gawked with jaws dropped and eyes wide. They scurried for cover, ducking down alleyways and hiding between parked cars. Nobody wanted to get between two supers in a conflict.

  Traffic stopped on the busy city street as my attacker raced away from the bank, carrying a black duffel bag full of cash.

  The bank’s alarm echoed down the street and off the walls of the towering skyscrapers that vaulted into the sky. It was midmorning, and the warm sun glimmered off the glass and metallic structures.

  Vega Station was a sprawling metropolis that existed in another dimension. The domed city floated in space with its twin city on the other side of the ground plane, affectionately named Under Vega.

  The space station was home to people and aliens from all across the Ultraverse. There were blue aliens, orange aliens, pink aliens, red aliens, and just about any other size and shape being you could imagine, along with humans. Its proximity to Earth made it a popular destination for those looking to travel to and fro. But travel back to Earth wasn’t simple. You couldn’t hop on a spaceship, or step through a portal. You needed a super who possessed powers of inter-dimensional transportation. There were some supers that made their entire living just transporting people between dimensions. But, at most, they could take two passengers. The super would have to establish physical contact with the passengers, and any more than two could be risky. I had heard stories of supers attempting to bring too many with them on a transfer and either ending up in non-space or having their molecular structure spread between multiple different dimensions.

  Neither was an appealing option.

  I had to admit, this thief was more powerful than I had anticipated. I had no desire to get hit by another one of his energy blasts. But I felt a duty to protect the city, and its citizens.

  Not everyone had my ability. It was a gift. Many who had it chose to use it for ill. It was tempting. And those of lesser character couldn’t resist. As a super, you were almost untouchable. Why play by the rules when the rules didn’t apply to you?

  It was for that reason that most people had a deep-seated mistrust of supers. Even ones who started out with good intentions quite often found themselves dipping into the forbidden fruit of criminal activity.

  The Ultraverse was a playground for people like me. Anything was possible, and if you didn’t like who you were, you could always attempt to change. And I don’t mean change like read a self-help book, take a continuing education class, or pick up a new hobby. You could literally transform into a different kind of being altogether.

  Back on Earth, I was a nobody. A geeky loser with a few friends and no real prospects. Sure, I was reasonably intelligent, made good grades, and would have probably carved out a successful career. But I wasn’t a rock star like I am here. Girls didn’t throw themselves at me. I didn’t have the physique of a Greek God. And I sure as hell didn’t have superpowers. I missed my family, but I wasn’t really keen on ever going back to Earth.

  After having the kind of power and ability that I had here, I figured that the minute I stepped foot back on Earth I’d feel like a decrepit old man. I wasn’t sure I could handle going back to the old me. And there just didn’t seem to be a point. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all roses and sunshine in the Ultraverse. It was full of evil super villains, and I quite frequently risked life and limb. But despite the danger, it seemed better than being just average.

  After the death of Professor Zyrco, we tried to rebuild the Academy—tried to continue his legacy. For ages it had always been a place of sanctuary for new supers. A place to learn how one could harness their power. It had always been Professor Zyrco’s goal to guide the next generation down the right path. Encourage them to use their powers for good rather than evil.

  He wasn’t always successful.

  It was idealistic to think that we could follow in his footsteps and keep the Academy viable. It didn’t take long for things to disintegrate. There were only six of us now, including myself. We were woefully outnumbered in a galaxy full of supers. But we weren’t going to stop trying to make a difference.

  Zepha used her telepathic powers to anticipate crime. She didn’t know everything that was going to happen. And in a city this size, there was a lot of telepathic noise. But sometimes she could hear clear thoughts of those planning to burglarize a house, steal a car, or rob a bank. It’s not like she could see the future, so the only thing she had to go on were the internal thoughts of criminals that she happened to pick up on.

  It was inexact at best.

  The way she described it was like tuning into a radio station while driving across country—sometimes you can pick up two stations on the same channel, and it’s hard to hear both of them clearly.

  She told me she thought Red Spark was going to rob the Vega Central Bank at 10 AM.

  I arrived a little late. Or, rather, Red Spark decided to take action earlier.

  Red Spark’s real name was Rodney Schmidt. I knew him from the Academy. He was an obnoxious kid with an overblown ego that was trying to compensate for his deep-seated insecurities. He never impressed me much. He wasn’t particularly strong. Didn’t have a wide range of powers. I figured if he did go down the dark path, he’d stick to robbing convenience stores or stealing cars. The bank move was a little bold for him, I thought.

  The fact that one of his energy bolts sent me crashing to the concrete caught me by complete surprise. I had gone to the bank alone. I didn’t think I’d need backup. Maybe I was wrong?

  2

  I staggered to my feet and chased after the little twerp. My legs drove me forward a few steps, then I launched into the air. I flew across the street like a rocket and slammed into Rodney just as he darted into an alleyway.

  I crushed the little bastard against a wall, and we both flopped to the ground. The impact left a sizable dent in the stru
cture.

  Rodney groaned as he climbed to his feet, clutching his right arm. His face twisted in agony. “Oh, God damn! What the fuck, man?”

  I looked at him perplexed. “What do you mean what the fuck? You just robbed a bank.”

  He grimaced as he shrugged, the pain shooting down his broken clavicle. “So, what?”

  My incredulous eyes bulged.

  “It’s not like they can’t afford it. They’ll just print more money.”

  “No. It doesn’t work like that.”

  “Why not? Fuck this place. I’m not from here. I’m from Earth. What do I care? I figure I’m going to get what’s coming to me.”

  I shook my head. “Rodney, Professor Zyrco would be disappointed.”

  “Yeah, well, he’s not around anymore. And I’ve got bills to pay. Do you know how much rent cost in this city?”

  I was well aware of how much rent cost on Vega Station. I had to admit, it was a struggle to keep the lights on. It’s not like the superhero stuff paid good money. Sure, you could get a job as a security guard making barely more than minimum wage. But you weren’t going to rake in the dough as a superhero unless you were using your power for criminal purposes. I mean, being able to fly is a neat party trick. But people were reluctant to hire supers. There was a great deal of mistrust among the public. We could certainly do jobs that nobody else wanted. Dangerous jobs. But everyone had different skills, and not every super was invulnerable. We all had our weaknesses.

  “You are part of this community, whether you like it or not. And as long as you live on Vega Station, you’re gonna have to abide by its rules.”

  “Fuck rules! I came to the Ultraverse because I didn’t want to deal with rules.”

  I sighed. “Well, tough shit.”

  I grabbed his arm and pulled him back toward the street. By this time, several patrol cars had pulled up to the bank with flashing lights. Red and blue flickered across the buildings.

  Rodney tried to jerk his arm free, but he wasn’t near as strong as I was.

  “Don’t even think about zapping me with your energy bolt.” I raised my hand menacingly. “I swear to God, I’ll melt your face off.”

  Rodney considered his options and thought better of resisting. I had acquired the power of fire manipulation. I could hurl scalding hot bolts of energy or throw flames.

  The local cops had their pistols drawn. A dozen of them surrounded us as we emerged from the passageway. Their faces were lined with scowls and the angry barrels of their pistols were unflinching.

  “Put your hands in the air now!” an officer shouted.

  “I’m handing him over to you,” I said.

  The officer seemed a bit dense. I quickly got the impression they considered me a criminal.

  “Both of you, put your hands in the air, or you’re going to eat lead,” the officer said, talking tough.

  I rolled my eyes. Their bullets weren’t going to do anything to me. Rodney however, was a different story. I was pretty sure he didn’t have the strength to resist a bullet. He was stronger than your average human, at least in the Ultraverse. But bullets weren’t going to bounce off his chest.

  He grumbled at me under his breath. “Put your hands in the air. They’re going to shoot, dumb ass!”

  “It’s not going to bother me if they shoot,” I said.

  Rodney slowly raised his right arm, grimacing in pain as he did so. He couldn’t get his arm very far into the air. His broken collarbone was excruciating.

  “Look. I’m the good guy.” I pointed to Rodney. “This is the bad guy. Now just take him into custody because I’m getting tired of listening to him yammer.”

  A bank teller emerged from the building. She had been watching the interaction from inside. She spoke to one of the officers and clarified the situation. The officer in charge called off the dogs, and the rest of the officers relaxed their grip. They still held onto their pistols, but they weren’t pointing them directly at me anymore.

  Two officers cautiously approached. One had cuffs at the ready.

  I nudged Rodney toward them, and the officer grabbed Rodney’s wrist and wrenched it behind his back. He slapped on the cuff, then grabbed Rodney’s bad arm and twisted it behind his back as well.

  Rodney screamed in agony.

  I couldn’t help but chuckle. The little punk deserved it.

  The cop ratcheted the handcuffs tight around Rodney’s wrists. They were made of a special composite alloy designed specifically to restrain supers. The police were slowly learning how to deal with the threat. They had holding cells that were made from a survantium alloy and were electromagnetically shielded. The cells could contain 99% of supers. Of course, you still had to be careful. People who could shapeshift could slip out of cuffs easily.

  Despite the shielding and the dense alloy of holding cells, there were some supers who could create portals in just about anything. Those types were especially hard to contain, along with those who could turn themselves into mist or small particles.

  The cops dragged Rodney away and stuffed him into the back of the patrol car. They weren’t too gentle about it either, and I’m pretty sure they smacked his head against the roof on purpose as they stuffed him in the backseat.

  I watched as the cops packed up, turned off their flashing lights, and sped away. Not a one of them thanked me for my effort. There are times when I wonder why I even bother. Maybe they were upset I was doing their job for them. I could see the resentment in their eyes. And the fear. Even if I was making their city a safer place, from their point of view, I could switch teams at any time.

  The bank teller did take a moment to say thank you. I smiled back at her. At least somebody appreciated what I was doing.

  When I got back to my apartment, there was a bigger fight brewing!

  3

  “It’s my night!” Surge exclaimed.

  She had ice-blue eyes, purple hair, and creamy skin, and pointy elf ears. Her high cheekbones and full lips made her a classic beauty. If she ever got tired of the superhero gig, she could always make it as a fashion model or a movie star. Her body was toned to perfection, and her skintight bodysuit hugged her perfect assets.

  It didn’t matter how many times I saw her, she always made my heart beat faster, and my blood go south. Something about that girl just did it for me.

  I had gotten an apartment with Surge, Chrome, Zepha, Mika, and Ranger. It was a nice place—probably a little bit more than we should have gotten. It was a three-bedroom penthouse that overlooked the city. There was a spacious living room, a nice kitchen, and the large terrace. Despite the cost, it was cheaper than what we would have all paid if we had each gotten our own apartment. So it made sense.

  The Academy campus was in ruins, and it was going to take forever to fix. On Vega Station, supplies had to be brought in from somewhere else, which means remodeling is expensive. Professor Zyrco had amassed a large fund over the years. The Academy primarily ran on donations from alumni and concerned citizens. But the repairs to the facility were going to take more than we had in the fund. Donations dried up with the demise of the professor. People just weren’t sure we were going to be able to continue his legacy. We hated to do it, but it made sense to sell the property and let someone else develop it. We figured we would restart the Academy at some point in time. In the meantime, we used the funds to pursue our efforts to fight crime. It paid for our apartment and living expenses. The allocation of funds to those purposes drew criticism from several notable benefactors, but it wasn’t like we were squandering money or partying every night. I figured over time we would slowly improve ourselves and win back their support.

  The living arrangements were working out pretty good, for the most part. I was sharing a bedroom, and a bed, with Surge and Chrome. Zepha and Mika shared a room while Ranger had his own.

  “No, it’s not your night,” Chrome said through gritted teeth. Her nostrils flared. “It’s my night!”

  She had big blue eyes, blonde hair, and o
live skin. Her shimmering metallic suit was indicative of her name. In truth, it wasn’t a suit at all. She had the ability to manipulate metal, and the suit was just an extension of her body and gave the appearance of clothing. Chrome was constantly walking around in the nude even though it didn’t look like it. That was fine by me because she was plenty nice to look at, and even nicer to feel.

  “Ladies, there’s enough of me to go around,” I said with a cocksure grin.

  Both of them huffed and rolled their eyes.

  “I was just hoping for a little alone time,” Surge said. “It seems like we haven’t had any lately.”

  “You can have them tomorrow night,” Chrome said.

  “Tomorrow is Mika’s night,” Surge said.

  “No, it’s not. You are totally off schedule. It’s like you skipped a day.”

  They both looked to me for an answer.

  I shrugged. “I don’t know, I really haven’t been keeping track.”

  That was the wrong thing to say. Both of them glared at me while clenching their fists.

  I backtracked quickly. “It’s not that I don’t care, or that you are interchangeable, I love you all in your own special way.”

  They both softened a little at the last statement.

  “Where’s Mika?” I asked. “Maybe she can help settle this?”