Written by Akane :: [Monday, 29 October 2018 17:04] Last updated by :: [Saturday, 11 December 2021 23:28]
Read the prequel: Irinaverse by Delta7447
Edited and remastered by Rhys86
Art by Jun-Kou, Xkit69 and AlunArt
The sudden roar of a welding torch and the clash of metal-upon-metal roused the cockatiels that inhabited the futuristic laboratory into squawking panic, wings fluttering against the walls of their habitat. Irina Volkoba paid their cries no mind, fully confident in the birds’ safety, and instead remained focused on assembling her newest invention, limbs blurring as she worked at impossible speed. No mere human being could do more than speculate about what it was she was creating, but, knowing what kind of entity Irina was, one of the phenomenal Super Goddesses, it would obviously prove a technological marvel that would advance mankind forward by decades.
Eventually the birds’ chirping became a nuisance, and Irina snapped her gloved fingers, teleporting one of her voluptuous gynoids maids to her side. Some parts of the machine-woman’s metal chassis were dented, her plating was covered in a white, sticky substance that gave off a curiously arousing odor, and Irina recalled that this particular unit had been her most recent sexual paramour. Despite suffering from the usual dings and short circuits that resulted from being fucked by her Super Goddess creator, the gynoid still carried out her task swiftly and with only a minor loss of efficiency, gracefully feeding and soothing the disturbed birds as Irina perfected the last details of her invention.
What miracle of science had she created, the winner of the last several Nobel Prizes in Physics, Chemistry and Medicine?
Not just any dildo however, but one that could reshape itself to the needs of any individual vagina, guided by an artificially intelligent processor capable of detecting and adapting itself to its user’s exact sexual needs, and capable of vibrating at speeds trillions of times faster than even the most powerful commercial sextoys. Such a creation might have seemed frivolous, but it was the ideal tool for a woman like Irina, constantly horny and yet forever unable to release all her pent-up frustrations.
It might have been expected for her to keep a harem, a court of lovers tailored to satisfy her carnal needs, Enhanced humans of all genders, transformed in mind and body to provide the ultimate in physical and intellectual companionship. Such was the practice of the other Super Goddesses, and their harems were populated with entire pantheons of Olympian demi-divines, optimized for sexual pleasure, devoted and loyal and open to any fetishes their matron divinities wished to indulge in.
Irina however was different. Unlike her charismatic and internationally beloved sisters, she wasn’t exactly a social person, finding interaction with other beings awkward at best and painful at worst. She preferred less emotionally-taxing company, such as animals, her gynoid creations, and her own thoughts. Thus she isolated herself in the subterranean depths of this city-sized laboratory, located beneath an impressive castle she had purchased from an heir of a defunct member of the Nomenklatura, just outside of Moscow.
In no way did Irina actively despite normal humans; for all her power she was simply shy and introverted, and struggled being around other people. Indeed, her kind personality prevented her from developing a dangerous phobia against humanity, and she actively contributed to mankind’s well-being through her incredible scientific discoveries. But even when her achievements were recognised she avoided attention, sending gynoid representatives to accept whatever prize was being awarded for her latest technological or medical advances.
When, years ago, she did occasionally appear in public, she had always dressed conservatively, favouring puritan black dresses and masking her eyes behind opaque veils. This was a deliberate effort on her part to keep mortals from becoming hypnotized by her sublime form and otherworldly eyes, turquoise orbs that could cause anyone who gazed into their depths to fall madly in love with her. Some of Irina’s earliest inventions had in fact been medical technologies she’d developed for rehabilitating the mindless slaves that those unfortunates had devolved into.
The dildo’s assembly completed, she rose from her workbench and analyzed the magnificent creation with quantum precision, searching for any imperfections in the device’s inner workings. Of course there wasn’t so much as a single unaligned molecule; she was a Super Goddess, and didn’t make mistakes. If her calculations were correct, this new toy could outperform any Enhanced human or android, though she really had no urge to review the math. Hopefully, at least, she would find release.
Smiling triumphantly and beckoning the damaged gynoid over, Irina quickly introduced the dildo into the superhuman machine’s beautiful synthetic pussy (itself a work of architectural and mechanical genius), and activated the vibrator’s lowest setting. It didn’t take long for the metal doll to simply shake apart after a few pathetic orgasms!
“Success!” Irina bit back an excited whimper as she cradled the poor unit, rescuing its consciousness for reinstallation in a new chassis - her gynoid attendants were not only self-aware but designed specifically to meet her erotic needs, though never quite managing to fulfil them. Built of a stellar alloy of Irina’s own creation, one stronger than neutron pasta, any single unit could probably conquer the universe, were they not inherently loyal to Irina herself. They were simply so resilient and physically capable that no mortal being existed that could stop them, but not even that was enough to endure the sexual rush produced by her latest creation, even at the device’s lowest speed.
Mentally casting the gynoid’s consciousness back to its home server, sending the machine-intelligence on its way with a psychic motherly kiss, the goddess retrieved the dildo and crossed towards a mirror, examining herself while (with the slightest telekinetic effort) moving a rook on a chessboard thousand of miles away, telepathically declaring checkmate against the best human player in the world. Her title of world champion wasn’t going anywhere.
178 centimeters of voluptuous perfection stared back at her from the mirror. Her dark, casual dress was stuffy and frilly, but even such measures could not hide the killer curves of its wearer. Like the other Super Goddesses, Irina possessed the figure of a fertility deity; some might even describe her form as sex incarnate, with wide birthing hips, a sleek and slender waist, long lovely legs, and, of course, two giant breasts that rode on her chest like melons, as invitingly plush and firm as her, itself hefty enough to stamp a lover’s face in if she so chose. Her lustrous hair cascaded in waves down her back like a platinum cloud, while her unveiled eyes only served to make her hornier.
Irina had been an asexual person for most of her cosmic life, until she discovered the miracle of coitus during an recent experiment, one that had quickly gotten out-of-hand and made her one with the entire universe. She was fully capable of reverting back to her former state, but the sensation of experiencing an entire universe’s pleasure flowing through her being was too great a joy to give up. That experiment, combined with a orgiastic, fused coupling with her fellow Super Goddesses not long after, had cemented Irina’s status as a nymphomanic sex addict. A new side of herself came to the forefront: a driven and dirty vixen who now fucked her gynoid maids on a daily basis, given the distinct lack of human partners to hand. All that sex had broken her to the point where she could barely keep from fingering herself, even in the middle of her labwork. It was becoming debilitating, distracting, and so she had built the dildo in the hope of finally granting herself a genuine release.
But it wasn’t enough. Desperate to cum, Irina saw no other choice but to will two duplicates of herself into existence, a pair that immediately started to finger and caress her. A third clone appeared just as quickly to attend to her tits, suckling them like a vacuum powerful enough to inhale entire galaxies. This vortex of pleasure finally brought Irina to a peak, and she collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. It was a release, but at the same time an unsatisfyingly restrained one, merely stoking her hunger instead of satisfying it. She could have cut loose, and allowed that orgasmic rush to resound within every living thing in creation, but the thought terrified her. All those people experiencing her own lust and arousal, sharing in something so intimate and embarrassing… she couldn’t stand it.
“I’m so fucked up…” she muttered, as her clones proceeded straight onto round two, and relaxing into their affections she allowed her mind to drift as they ate her out. This was another failure to solve her sex addiction, and she was unwilling to simply excise that part of herself, not after she had simultaneously experienced every orgasm in the universe.
Was a harem the solution? But then she would have to learn to socialize, to surpass that stupid anxiety that prevented her from meeting and Enhancing potential lovers, as Jennifer, Paula, and the other Super Goddesses did all the time. How ironic that she, a being of literally unlimited power, was still human enough to be hamstrung by her own timidity. She needed the Super Orgasms she had experienced when fused, but the endless cravings for sex that experience had engendered made her fearful as to what she might become if she experienced that raw carnality again.
She was woken from this post-coital reverie by a knock on her front door, twelve floors upstairs, rousing her from the gentle caresses of her copies.
“A visitor? How? Why?” The citizens of Moscow knew better than to enter her castle, and Irina had used illusion magic to mask every entrance to the fortress. If the outside world wished to communicate with her, then her gynoid emissaries and the mailbox outside the estate’s gigantic gate were there to serve as intermediaries. With a little clairvoyant application, she discovered who was on the other side of the door.
It was three of her fellow Super Goddesses - who else could see past her illusions? Jennifer, Paula, and… Shizuka? Irina felt honored that the Empress of Japan had spared some of her precious time to treat with her... now that the Russian thought about it, she didn’t really know much of her Japanese counterpart at all.
But Paula and Jennifer, she knew well.
“Ugh, not again…” she groaned, remembering their last visit.
It was not like she hated her honorary sisters - not at all. She definitely felt closer to them than mortal humans, and could even function socially in their company. But this particular duo were born troublemakers, and seemingly devoted to disturbing Irina’s peace. Still, she loved them, albeit in a distant, awkward way. Their time sexing one another as a fused entity had easily been the best day of her life, and the resulting Super Orgasms had actually left her satisfied… for a while, anyway. Billions of years spent magically fucking inside a frozen moment had even been enough to inspire some feelings of romantic attachment within Irina, but in her mind she had reasoned that this was a fleeting, once in a lifetime experience.
Yet even now, months later, the memories of fusing and fucking with her siblings still hadn’t faded. Realising that this unexpected visit might provide her some relief, Irina released herself from gravity’s hold and floated upwards through her home, phasing through floors and ceilings and solid rock until she reached the great hall.
To her surprise, the enormous front door had already been opened by one of the gynoids, a particularly lovely unit now completely at Paula’s mercy. The other Super Goddess was currently fingering the gynoid at absurd speeds, stimulating the mechanical maid so intensely that it was only able to spout fragmented static and gibberish between electronic moans. As Irina phased back into solid reality she saw its eyes roll back, exposing white sclera and aroused tears of magical pink - the fluidic power source devised by Irina to power her creations ad infinitum. That soft glow suddenly flared as Paula’s ministrations pushed the gynoid’s system to criticality, and the humanoid synthetic exploded like a miniature nuke, destroying the entire hall. Naturally, the kiloton explosion didn’t affect the assembled goddesses in the slightest. They merely stood amidst the rubble, smiling knowingly at their Russian host as her home crumbled about them.
“Figures…” Irina sighed and snapped her fingers, rewinding time to undo the maid’s explosive death and the castle’s ruination. She was tired of always being on clean-up duty whenever Paula and Jennifer decided to stop by.
“Nice sexbots, Irina,” Paula commented, admiring the newly-repaired gynoid maid and licking her lips. “But if you felt lonely, you could have always called one of us to come share you a little attention, a little… affection. It’s not like we’re so busy we can’t send a clone your way….”
“Paula - to what do I owe the pleasure?” Irina answered sarcastically. Her eyes were uncovered, and almost immediately the three other Super Goddesses found themselves lost within their fractal depths, entranced so long as they gazed into their infinite mystery.
“Wow… I can never get used to your eyes, Irina,” Jennifer said. “They’re easily the most beautiful things in existence.” Before Irina could retort, the other woman moved in and embraced her in a passionate kiss. Irina pulled away before the fleeting contact could deepen further, and hid her reddened face behind her gloved hands. That brief smooch had felt better that any of the mastubatory self-love she had experimented with during these past months. She truly adored Jennifer, and damn couldn’t the Canadian goddess make her wet downstairs….
“Hah, you’re leaking!” Jennifer laughed. “Didn’t expect that, eh? I missed you a lot, my love.” The princely artist blew a kiss Irina’s way, prompting both Paula and Shizuka to giggle in unison, their perfect, melodic voices finding a natural harmony.
“I certainly hope you’re not expecting that feeling to be mutual,” Irina replied, trying not to rise to Jennifer's clear efforts to embarrass her further. “How could I miss people as noisy and ridiculous as you?” But she was undeniably horny, even more so than before - her head was practically spinning. Despite her powerful intellect, she couldn’t think straight with these three in front of her, flaunting their giant tits and perfect bodies, their pheromones flooding her mind and imagination…
“What are you all doing here, anyway?” Irina asked, trying to regain some control. “I’m very busy tonight and don’t want to be bothered.”
“You seriously don’t know what day it is?” Jennifer asked, dumbfounded. “Are you really that lost in your own little world?”
“I see absolutely no reason why today is significant… unless the apocalypse was scheduled and I didn’t get the memo. I can guarantee that whatever’s happening isn’t important enough for the three of you to be paying me a visit. There must be some catch here.”
Irina could read the thoughts of any person in the world like an open book, except those of other Super Goddesses. It was a real pain in the ass, not being able to figure out their hyperactive and childish minds, to divine what new social tortures they had planned for her.
“It’s the night of All Hallows Eve… of Halloween!” Shizuka interjected, sounding like she was reciting from an encyclopedia. “A secular Western holiday derived from the pagan Celtic celebration of Samhain, wherein people dress up in costumes to wander the streets, going door-to-door asking to receive either a treat or a trick - hence ‘Trick or treat!’”
“I’m acquainted with the holiday’s premise,” Irina replied. “Why should I care?”
“Because we want you to come Trick or Treating with us, and have fun!”
“Pass. I have plans tonight. And why should I care? This is Russia: we don’t care about Western holidays in these parts. If you don’t leave me be, the only treat you’ll be receiving tonight is a punch in each of your faces.”
As if Irina could actually hurt them, never mind dissuade them.
“Awwww, you’re always so cute when you get all grumpy and serious,” Jennifer giggled. “But I can tell you’ve missed those Super Orgasms we shared the last time we got together - I could smell your thirsty pussy from all the way out past the magnetosphere. Maybe if you join us you might get more than candy out of this evening.”
Shizuka’s eyebrows arched, her interest clearly piqued at the mention of Super Orgasms. Irina saw her turn to Paula, who apparently began telepathically bringing her up to speed. Typical.
“That’s just illogical,” Irina replied, returning her attention to Jennifer. “Odors don’t travel through the vacuum of space.”
“Call it my little joke,” Jennifer batted her eyes in a display that would have reduced any mortal being to her lovelorn slave. All Irina did was sigh in frustration.
“Whatever. I’m not about to relinquish my dignity by parading about the streets begging for candy. I’m a grown woman with work to do. What’s so great about going outside, anyway? The world beyond these walls holds nothing of interest to me.” She motioned to the three other Super Goddesses, as if this should be obvious to them. “We’re each of us cosmic beings - anything in creation we can study and experience standing right here, AH!”
Someone had slapped her on the ass, and squealing in a manner most un-divine, Irina spun to shriek at whoever was responsible, fists balled at her sides. She came face-to-face with Paula, and the sheer confidence of the taller, Amazonian blonde’s bearing brought the Russian crashing back to reality in a flustered stupor.
“We’re not taking no for an answer here!” Paula grinned, grabbing Irina by the arms and restraining her. Irina would have resisted, if Paula’s aphrodisiac pheromones and gorgeous bronzed skin hadn’t instantly intoxicated her. The goddess stiffened in aroused terror (and a little expectation) as both Shizuka and Jennifer approached, sly grins on their faces, their hands reaching forward as if to gobble her up. The scene resembled nothing so much as a trio of bullies picking on a nerdy bookworm - albeit an impossibly sexy and omnipotent one.
“W-what are you doing? S-Stop!”
Ignoring her, Jennifer and Shizuka giggled devilishly, dissolving into a twister of fast-moving hands, surrounding Paula and Irina in a cartoonish cloud of glitter, pheromones, and rainbows.
“Ta-dah!” Their work complete, Shizuka materialized a mirror in front of Irina, now revealed to herself dressed in a way she could never have imagined. A woman of her eminence, an academic prodigy second to none, one of the most gifted brains in the universe, was now clad in a sultry black witch costume, tailored with large cutouts and fishnet stockings, topped off with a silly pointy hat, and accented with blue lipstick and nail polish.
Irina blinked in shock, seeing herself in a whole new light. So shameful, so slutty, so perverted, so sexy - a stark contrast to her very being!
“I designed it myself!” the Japanese Empress chirped, obviously proud of herself. “What do you think?”
“I can’t wear this! It’s just too skimpy!” Irina flinched back from the mirror, covering her shame by willing a large mantle over herself. Jennifer instantly transformed the covering into a flock of white butterflies, which immediately fluttered away, leaving Irina once again exposed in her new, erotic attire.
“Where did all this sudden prudishness come from?” the Canadian asked. “You were a lot more open to experimentation on your birthday. Remember? When we fused together and fucked each other to death and back.”
Irina flushed and tried to avoid eye contact, remembering that incredible day, and the even-more incredible orgasms - the ones that her peerless and objective mastery of science and physiology had been unable to replicate under laboratory conditions.
“If you’re worried about people you know seeing you trick-or-treating while dressed like that, why don’t we head over to America?” Paula pressed. “Come on Irina, you really do need to socialize more! Heck, from the smell of this place you can’t go ten minutes without masturbating nowadays.”
That was the truth, thus Irina wasn’t able to formulate a rebuttal against it. So she got up, sighed, and stoically crossed her arms under her gigantic tits.
“Alright, I’ll humor you, but just this once!”
Smiling, the three goddesses surrounded Irina, eagerly tribbing their bodies together, kissing whatever exposed bit of her skin their lips could reach.
“Ahh!” Paula moaned into her ear with unrestrained lust, “You look so fucking hot in that costume, Irina.” Libido in full-on predator mode she went in for a heady French kiss. “I’ll have to be careful to not ravage you right in the middle of the street….”
“Paula!” Shizuka scolded playfully. “There will be children around - be polite!”
“Ugh, get off me!” Irina pushed her way out of the crowd of horny goddesses. “I need my personal space, okay?” Compelled by her perfectionist nature to travel in a style appropriate to her costume, she held out a hand and conjured a broomstick. “You three can follow me, but keep several kilometers back, okay? I can’t think straight when you get all touchy-feely with me!”
Mounting the broom and mentally getting herself into character, Irina clicked her heels, imbuing the cleaning implement with life and magic. A split-second later, Irina the Witch soared up into the midnight sky, rocketing away at a speed that exceeded Mach 10. The other Super Goddesses followed after her, flying under their own power, but despite the distance dividing them from Irina on her broom, she could hear them speaking as clearly as though they were at her side.
“So, I understand you’re trying to recreate Super Orgasms scientifically,” Jennifer commented with a wry grin. “I don’t think you’ll get anywhere with that mystery.”
Irina was skeptical. She refused to believe that anything was genuinely impossible. “Man once believed everything from the weather to the stars as beyond his comprehension, but that belief has been proven wrong every time humanity takes a step forward in understanding the cosmos. Everything can be explained with enough time and research. I will figure out Super Orgasms someday. You can count on that.”
“Heh, if you say so. You’re always obsessed with knowledge, with chasing the next discovery. Does it scare you that you might have run up against something you can’t solve through pure logic, something that might require you to go into the field and get your hands dirty to understand?”
This time Irina outright ignored Jennifer’s taunts, deciding to at least limit the shit she would have to take tonight. She had already sacrificed enough of her dignity by agreeing to celebrate Halloween with them in the first place, and dressed as an exhibitionist of a witch of all things.
Rushing westward so fast that they overtook the sunset, in little more than thirty minutes the eastern seaboard of America formed on the horizon. Despite their speed, the cold autumnal headwind was unable to muss Irina’s perfect hair as the blonde witch pointed her finger in the direction of New York, the greatest metropolis of the United States.
“What say we try a suburb?” Irina suggested. “Fewer people per square kilometer should make this easier on me.”
Presently, the goddess quartet landed gracefully on a vacant lot just off of a typical street somewhere on Long Island. Although past midnight in Moscow, the sun had only just set here, and what would otherwise be a quiet suburban street was instead busy with groups of costumed children and their chaperone handlers, ringing doorbells door-to-door and asking for candy. But when the globetrotting goddesses stepped into their midst, the world momentarily stopped. People both young and old stood in dumbstruck silence, gazing jaws-agape at the most beautiful women they had ever seen. The trance wasn’t even erotic in nature, merely the dazzling effect of four Super Goddesses just happening to descend upon this humble middle-class neighborhood. And even if Irina, Paula and Jennifer had masked their own radiance, it was impossible to hide that the world-famous Empress of Japan was among their little group.
“So cuuuuuuute!” Shizuka squealed. Kids were perhaps her greatest weakness.
“Alright,” Irina clarified her intentions, shying away from the crowd’s attention. “W-we’ll go to three houses, no more or less, and then I will be returning back home, r-regardless of the number of tricks we perform or treats we receive.” She tried to remain composed and calm, but was feeling increasingly uneasy in the presence of so many people. It felt vulnerable, exposed.
I’m not in the lab, I’m not in the lab, I’m not in the lab… Oh, this is a terrible idea…
“Ugh, you’re such a bore sometimes.” Paula rolled her eyes in exasperation at Irina’s anxiety, what she perceived as a distinctly anti-fun attitude. “You’re a Super Goddess, so what do you have to be stressed about? It’s not like anyone here could hurt you.”
Irina bristled, but didn’t show it. Someone as self-assured as Paula could never grasp that even physically invulnerable Super Goddesses could still feel wounds of the heart.
“I’m trying my best, okay? L-let’s try… that house.” Timidly approaching the residence she’d pointed out, the Russian beauty swallowed back her fear and rang the doorbell. “Wait a second, you three aren’t dress-”
Before Irina could finish her sentence, the three other Goddesses transformed in a flash of blinding light. In the same instance that the door opened, Irina found herself at the center of a crowd of monsters. Too ashamed to be seen by an adult in her getup, she hid her face beneath her hat's wide brim, blushing with embarrassment while her extroverted friends showed off their disguises with a shouted exclamation of “TRICK OR TREAT!”
To her right was Jennifer, dramatically manifesting from a cloud of darkness dressed as a sexy Draculina, attired in a form-fitting blouse-and-miniskirt-combo, complimented by thigh-high stockings, a velvet cape and enlarged canines, her iconic butterfly earrings substituted for bats.
“I vant to zuck your diiiiick…” the Super Goddess hissed in an arousingly husky Romanian accent. Fully immersed in the role of a vampire queen, she reached towards the poor middle-aged man who had opened the door, her mouth opened wide to allow him an up-close and personal look at her very real (and very dangerous) fangs.
“What a virgin!” snorted Paula from behind Irina, busting a bubble of chewing gum with an unimpressed scowl. “I don’t like this one, and I certainly don’t want his teenie-weenie candy cane. Let’s move on.” Evidently the towering Latina had read the homeowner’s entire mind in less than a millisecond, and dismissed the fat, balding everyman with a rattle of the broken handcuffs clasped around her wrists. Dressed as a stereotypical convict, her beautiful body was compressed into a tight orange jumpsuit, whose pulled-down zipper exposed more than a glimpse of her titanic cleavage. She was even carrying a Department of Corrections placard stamped with her name and a Prison ID number: 7-439XX5.
Last but not least was Shizuka, bearing a hollow plastic pumpkin in which to carry her loot, and dressed in… the least impressive costume of all, ironically enough. The glamorous empress’s small but thick body was wrapped in bandages that looked millennia-old, evidently intended to make her resemble a B-movie mummy. As she giggled, jiggling her mammoth breasts like two giant puddings in a pair of slings, her omnipotent fellows exchanged doubtfully glances, silently agreeing that the costume didn’t suit her at all.
“Seriously Shizuka, you’re a world-renowned fashion designer, but the best you could do is wrap yourself in old toilet paper?” Paula asked.
“Well, I’m also an empress, so I thought becoming an undead version of one would be appropriate! You know there’s historical precedent of deceased emperors being mummified in some cultures! …albeit not Japanese culture, but this is a holiday about fun, not historical accuracy!”
After that femtosecond-long aside, the goddesses turned their attention to the person at the door. Confronted with four spooky visions of erotic splendor, the neckbearded virgin had become nervous and sweaty, unsure of how to interact with such magnificent beauties. He didn’t even have any candy to hand - evidently he hated this holiday and all the costumed brats that bothered him every October 31st. Irina privately sympathised with him - why should goddesses be trawling for candy like little kids, anyway?
“If this is a prank, I don’t like it!” he squealed, raising his voice as high as he could. “A-and I don’t have any candy, so… j-just please go away!” Slamming the door shut before Irina’s marvelously hypnotic eyes could destroy the last shreds of his sanity, he bolted, and Irina barely needed her superior perception to sense him fleeing to his bathroom to furiously masturbate to the impossible idea of fucking such superior beings as themselves.
“Weird guy,” Shizuka commented. “I’d have been happy to Enhance and bed him if he’d just asked.”
“Trust me,” Paula snorted with disdain. “You’re better off passing those gifts onto someone more deserving.”
“W-well, this isn’t working out,” Irina stammered, even this tiny amount of social interaction having almost completely drained her. “Can we stop?”
“Oh come on, don’t give up just because that guy’s right now jerking off to fantasies involving us and his favourite anime waifus. You promised us three houses!” Jennifer reminded her.
Irina sighed, beat by her own vow. “I already hate this….”
As they headed towards the next property, Jennifer pointed at Irina’s shoulder, casually creating life in the form of a black adult cat. After a start of surprise at the animal’s sudden appearance, Irina shot what could best be described as a death glare Jennifer’s way. Had the Canadian been anything other than a Super Goddess, she might indeed have dropped dead on the spot. As it was, Irina’s furious stare was enough to blister the paintwork of a house immediately behind Jennifer, and set every plant in the property’s garden alight.
“Way to over-react,” Jennifer feigned innocence. “All I did was complete your look!”
“I don’t want or need a familiar!” Irina said, magically undoing away the damage she had inflicted on some innocent person’s home, embarrassed at having lost control of herself.
“Ooh, ohh! Can I have the kitty instead?” Shizuka asked, her crimson eyes sparkling like a Christmas tree. “Pleeeeease.”
“Better than leaving it with me,” Irina replied. In a flash of light, the cat was teleported from off her shoulder and into Shizuka’s cradling arms.
“Ah! He’s so soft and cute and amazing! Nice to meet you, little guy!” the cosplaying empress shook her new pet’s front paw. “I’m gonna call you Kuro! You like that name?”
Kuro’s contented purring conveyed an enthused yes.
“Awwwww, you’re a good boy, aren’t you, Kuro?”
The next stop seemed to be a fraternity house. As the four goddesses approached, a beer keg burst out of the window and tumbled across the lawn, liberating the loud, thumping music being played within. From the sound of things there was a crazy party going on, a whole gagglefuck of college-aged guys dancing, drinking, and doing the usual stupid things expected of such an assembly.
Irina was not surprised to see Paula make a beeline for the door, an electric tingle in the air informing her that the blonde bombshell was already using her X-ray vision to scout out her latest sexual conquests. That was Paula though, a slut by nature, as evidenced by the sultry way in which she was already licking her lips. But Irina could not blame the taller woman’s preference for young studs, Paula being only nineteen herself.
Figuring the doorbell would be completely drowned out by the music, Paula opened the door, only to find her path blocked by a giant young man with the muscular build of a linebacker. Attired in sunglasses, goatee and a reversed cap, he was evidently filling in as a bouncer, and standing with his arms crossed he filled the entire doorway.
“No chicks beyond this point.” Given his slurred speech and the smell on his breath, it was obvious he was drunk. As such, the goddesses’ pheromones had only a minimal effect on him, and his liquor-hazed vision allowed him to see into Irina’s eyes (or from his perspective, a pair of blurry turquoise blobs) without becoming her addled slave.
“Oh come on,” Paula replied with a wink, drawing her costume’s zipper down further. “What’s a Halloween party without some beautiful candy?” She ran her hands down along her sides and hips, accentuating her plentiful curves, not even trying to be subtle about her intentions. “Do you really want this to be a total sausage fest?”
“Sorry sweetie, frat members only. Bros before hoes, you know? Besides, you’re not even a student, no way you’re getting past me.”
“Well, it seems we’ve reached an impasse.” Paula dropped her hands back to her sides, unimpressed and too impatient to waste time seducing this boozy blockhead. “I want to fuck those hunks in there, and you’re in my way. Hm, what to do, what to do…”
After pretending to think it over for all of one heartbeat, she grabbed the wannabe bouncer by the collar and hefted him up over her head. The man was a behemoth: six and a half feet tall and weighing 300 pounds (319.62, Irina determined with some quick mental calculation), yet Paula had lifted him effortlessly. Adjusting her grip to support the hapless dudebro like a waitress bearing forth a tray of food, she casually tossed him skyward. The poor guy was thrown twenty feet into the air and then slammed down hard onto the fraternity house’s roof, with a crash almost loud enough to distract the people within from their debauchery. Irina winced as he rolled down the sloping shingles and flopped onto the adjacent garage - he was going to be stuck there until someone fetched him a ladder.
“W-What the fuck even are you?!” the four women heard his pained bellow. Well at least he was not so injured as to be beyond making threats. “Get me down so I can fight you properly! You won’t have the same luck again, you bitch!”
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a response, Paula just laughed and happily strolled forward into the frat house. Shizuka, Jennifer, and Irina followed, the last with no small trepidation.
Inside, they observed Paula immediately fall into her element; bathed in multicolored strobes she strolled to the center of the dancefloor, swaying her motherly hips and shaking her colossal ass to the rhythm of the music. The assembled jocks didn’t stand a chance against a body so fine, and instantly began to approach her, dicks erect and straining, eyes glazing over with lustful adoration. Almost immediately the kissing and groping started, the Venezuelan Super Goddess revelling in the attention of these cute boys like the diva she was.
By the time Paula had divided herself into forty clones, allowing her to fuck every guy in attendance simultaneously, Irina and company had already left, but her orgasmic screams were still quite audible to them, even from the other side of the street.
“Okay, that house was another dud,” Shizuka sighed.
“Yup,” Jennifer nodded. “And, knowing how much of a cock addict Paula is, she won’t be coming down from that high for at least several hours.”
Irina didn’t add her own commentary. In truth she was starting to get depressed, and didn’t feel like talking. This was her second effort to connect with people tonight, and her second utter failure. It didn’t help that some teenagers tried to bombard their little group with eggs as they searched for a third hopeful house. Of course Shizuka had telekinetically intercepted the attack without sparing so much as a glance, returning the airborne eggs to sender tenfold, covering the runts in a gooey coat of protein-based slime.
Feeling like nothing so much as a pariah, Irina slumped onto a bench, shut her eyes and let her head droop down, utterly wretched… until she felt the unexpected warmth of her sister omnipotents hugging her, in hope of cheering her up.
“Well, we’re two down with one to go,” Jennifer motioned to the surrounding houses. “Do any of these look promising to you?”
“No,” Irina mumbled. Honestly, who even cared? “Today has been enlightening. It’s revealed to me just how weird, scary, mean and hurtful I find people, as well as the truth that I don’t fit into society, no matter how hard I try. I can’t even speak properly in a social environment!”
She let out a long sigh. “Can’t I just go back to my castle and live alone forever? The only thing this attempt at outreach has brought me is misery.”
“I suppose you could go home,” Jennifer replied, “but then you’ll never again experience those Super Orgasms you’ve been craving. Because you won’t find that missing x-factor under a microscope…”
“What x-factor?” Irina snorted. “You’re going to tell me you know the variable I’ve failed to account for in all my designs and calculations?”
“Well duh,” Shizuka chimed in. “It’s Love! Super Orgasms aren’t just an expression of physical pleasure, but of shared love. You experienced others love for one another when you bonded with the universe, and our own mutual love when we fused.”
“Irina, no matter how perfect your engineering, a Super Orgasm won’t come to you unless you can parse real, genuine love,” Jennifer gently encouraged. “You need to learn that people can love you and treat you well, and that you can love them in return.”
Was that it, Irina considered. Was the answer really so simple? So simple, and so utterly impossible.
“It’s easy for you two to talk about love. You’re the beloved Empress Shizuka, and the gorgeous extrovert Jennifer Martinette - everyone adores you guys. Me? I might be physically perfect, but I’m just the merest shadow of your resplendence. People don’t like me for the same reason that I don’t like them - because deep down inside, I’m an ugly person, someone who deserves to be alone.”
There, she’d bared her heart, the darkness she believed to be her innermost truth. Now her sisters would shun her, as was right, leaving her to wallow in her ugliness and despair...
...but instead, they only embraced her tighter, Jennifer gently wiping away her tears.
“You’re wrong Irina, and you’re not ugly; you’re selfless and gentle and compassionate, and want nothing more than for others to be safe and healthy and well, and those qualities make you more gorgeous than either of us. What M’Wela said, about how Super Goddesses have a tendency to surprise people, is the truth of you, and is equally true for regular humans. I know probably better than anyone that humans possess perhaps the most beautiful souls in the entire universe. Trust me when I promise you that they can and will accept you, if you but open your heart to them.”
“Are you sure…I mean, AH!” Irina gasped, suddenly falling prey to an incredible feeling in her private parts as Jennifer casually started fingering her, the Canadian’s digits nonchalantly phasing through her costume, while another finger expertly rimming her tiny asshole. It was slow and teasing, with none of the vigor or intensity afforded by her dildo, but it exploded through Irina’s being with an intensity that put such mechanically-perfect stimulation to shame.
“Oh, mm, ahhh!” the goddess moaned, and her cute wails obviously turned Shizuka into a horny mess as well, because now the mummified Empress set Kuro aside and followed Jennifer’s lead, lips bypassing Irina’s clothes to suckle on her ample breasts like a needy baby. Raw, powerful, loving…
...maybe their hypothesis was right, Irina realised, that love truly was the key. The sheer level of pleasure she was experiencing almost carried her to a Super Orgasm right there on the bench, but her two lovers ceased their ministrations before she crested the point of no return.
“W-why would you do that?!” Irina exclaimed as they sat back from her, feeling angry and flustered, and wanting nothing more than for them to let her finish. “You, you teasing bitc-!”
Her rage was cut off by a sudden, soft bite on her neck, courtesy of Jennifer the vampire.
“If you want a Super Orgasm, go earn it yourself…” the night queen whispered, a smug smirk forming on her cutely fanged face. “It should be easy, now that you know what you’re looking for.”
Irina let out a sharp, exasperated sigh. “OKAY, FINE, I GET IT! You don’t need to be such a pain in the neck about it!” She got up, only to have her ass slapped, prompting another shriek and a defiant glare directed at Jennifer, who smirked cheekily in response while Shizuka made a bad job of stifling her laughter.
“You don’t mind going at this one alone, do you?” Jennifer brought her hands together in a gesture that screamed pretty please. I’ve just picked up on six women dressed like that sexy clown girl from the comics, and they’re just ripe for fucking!”
“Oooh, you’re right! Maybe they’d even let us transform them, or impregnate them…” Shizuka added, casting her own senses wide and getting excited by what she saw. “It’s been ages since I last fucked a beautiful newly-Enhanced.”
“Mmm, oh we’re so in agreement on that!” the crotch of Jennifer’s miniskirt was already beginning to tent as her womanhood shifted towards something a bit more phallic. “Best of luck to you though Irina, have fun!”
And just like that, the two goddesses had teleported out of sight, taking Kuro with them.
“Pfff. It’s not like I needed your help or anything…” Irina mumbled, then sighed. “Well, tonight would just be a colossal waste of time if I don’t at least try… so fine, let’s do it.”
She approached the biggest house in the neighborhood, most likely built to accomodate a large family. Families wouldn't be as rowdy as inebriated frat boys… right? The property itself was decorated with a flashy, orange HAPPY HALLOWEEN 2058 neon billboard out front, on a lawn ornamented by cheap (yet cute) decorative ghosts and skeletons. Spooky, on a budget.
Knocking upon the door, trillions of different scenarios played within the infinite space of Irina’s powerful imagination. In the blink of an eye, she even bench-tested simulations in several parallel universes. Every single one ended awfully, consistently undermined by her nerves and social awkwardness… which didn’t help at all. Rehearsing clearly wasn’t the way to cure her anxiety, thus she had no other choice than to fly by the seat of her pants, which helped even less!
The door creaked open slowly, like a countdown to her doom, and Irina braved herself, forcing a smile and conjuring an empty novelty cauldron to compliment her broom.
“T-trick or treat….” she tried to sound convincing, but her voice cracking. Deep down, all she wanted to do was cry.
Nothing. The person at the door said nothing. Was Irina that loathsome in their eyes that she wasn’t even worthy of speech?
In truth, the middle-aged woman that had opened behind the door was staring at the voluptuous supermodel gracing her porch in stunned disbelief. Judging by her expression, Irina quickly realised that the woman recognised her, as if they had met in the past? But that was impossible, or at least highly improbable - Irina had made very few public appearances since her childhood, and always with her eyes covered….
“Um… would you happen to be Dr. Christina?” the homeowner asked.
“Y-yes, I am!” Irina involuntarily flinched, astonished that someone had identified her beneath this ridiculous getup, even if they only knew her by a pseudonym. Still, she felt a little spark of hope within her, hearing that name come from a mortal’s lips tinged with unmistakable happiness. “Do, you - uh, know me?”
“What, seriously? Of course I do!” the woman gushed. “But what are you doing here? Oh, I’ve always wanted to meet you, ever since you saved my child’s life!”
“W-what?” This was all moving faster than Irina could have predicted. “I did?”
“Yes! I - oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound disrespectful, I’m just so nervous. I’m in the presence of a Super Goddess, a celebrity and a miracle-worker! I’ve not even given you my name! I’m Gloria Norton, and I’m so pleased to meet you!”
“T-the pleasure is mine, G-Gloria. Um, w-what did you mean before, about saving a child?” Irina answered, feeling strangely emboldened. She may have been struggling, but she was actually managing to speak, to hold a conversation with another human being. It helped that the woman - Gloria - seemed to feel just as awkward herself, so perhaps that put them on an equal footing.
“Ridley, sweetheart, come down here!” Gloria called into the house, and a little boy, no older than eight, appeared from upstairs. He gasped upon seeing Irina, clearly recognising her too.
“A-are you…?” his words seemed to stick in his mouth, the boy so choked with emotion that he hugged his mother, hiding a childish blush by burying his face within her clothes.
“Yes! Ridley, this is Dr. Christina, the Super Goddess who developed the cure for your MCKD!”
Medullary cystic kidney disease... Irina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She had created so many inventions and procedures in her lab, and regularly received awards and commendations for her research, but she had never really stopped to consider the people her breakthroughs helped. Not as individuals at any rate. But now here were two beneficiaries of her work, smiling at her with such genuine emotion that Irina suddenly felt like the first caveman to warm his tribe by smashing rocks together… like she had discovered fire.
“What do we say when someone helps us, Ridley?”
“Thank you…” the boy squeaked, but his words felt genuine - perhaps the most genuine words Irina had ever heard.
“I can’t understate how grateful my family is to you for his cure!" Gloria continued. “Ridley was barely able to walk before your android presented your research to the WHO, and now look at him! All thanks to you”
Irina was still trying to process the feeling of having helped someone, but a glance with her divine sight was enough to confirm Gloria’s statement. In Ridley, the Russian goddess beheld a healthy and happy child, perfectly capable of socializing and playing with others.
“H-How did you know who I am, dressed like this…?” she asked, motioning to her witch costume.
“Oh, we’ve followed news about you ever since Ridley was cured. We’re part of your online fandom, and new members join every time your latest breakthrough hits the headlines! Your research has helped so many millions of people!”
“My fandom…” Irina repeated. “I have a following?”
“Absolutely! We know you’re somewhat reclusive, so we’ve tried to help by putting a more personal face on your gifts… so that the world could properly appreciate the person who’s done so much for mankind. We write articles, share old press photos…”
Gloria continued to explain, and it gradually dawned on Irina how much life within the stone walls of her castle had isolated her, completely blinded her to the truth that she possessed worldwide fame, and was loved by countless people. It was mind-blowing, euphoric, orgasmic...
“...honestly, it’s a surprise to see you didn’t know, our group was convinced our admin was one of your robot ladies!”
Irina blinked at that. She treasured her gynoid maids, but had never grasped that their self-awareness might result in a loyalty and affection deeper than mere programming. The possibility that at least one of her creations was apparently trying to build her public image suggested they loved her in return. Another revelation, another rush of euphoria...
“I’m sorry,” Gloria’s outpouring of words abruptly ceased, and she looked abashed. “I’ve been terribly rude, leaving you out in the cold like this! Please, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?”
The offer felt tempting, and Irina smiled tenderly, an expression so rare and radiant that for Gloria and Ridley it was like suddenly finding themselves in the presence of an angel.
“I’m… honored by your offer, Mrs. Norton,” Irina answered. “But I’m afraid I must decline.” The offer was truly touching… but also too great of a step for her right now. “I have… pressing commitments elsewhere. However, while I’m here…” she nervously lifted her plastic cauldron. “In the spirit of the holiday, I would like to collect some candy, if you have any to hand.”
“So you came all the way from Russia to Long Island… just to enjoy Halloween? That’s so amazing!” Gloria exclaimed, while Ridley nodded his head in agreement, clearly surprised and impressed. “Tell you what…”
Momentarily disappearing into the kitchen, the enthusiastic mother quickly returned and dumped an entire box of assorted candy into the toy cauldron.
“There’s no way I could ever properly thank you for what you’ve done for my family, so please take it all! It’s the very least we could do.”
Irina stared at the size of her candy trove. The cauldron appeared full, and although easily able to expand internally to store more, this was already far more than she had expected to receive.
Ridley then compounded the surprise by lunging forward and hugging her in a wordless expression of thanks. Feeling the truth of his gratitude almost felled Irina like a toppled tree, but she managed to remain standing when he stepped back to his mother’s side, both their faces adorned with beaming smiles.
“T-Thank you so much!” cauldron grasped in both hands Irina bowed at the waist, trying to express her own immense feelings. “Have a happy Halloween!”
Then she skipped happily away from the house, giggling bubbly as she telekinetically unwrapped several pieces of candy and stuffed them in her mouth. Cheeks already filled with chocolate by the time she reached the street, she turned around and waved goodbye to the Nortons, smiling with a heartfelt joy she had not felt in ages. By some absolute miracle, she had managed to overcome her biggest fear, and had been rewarded with a gift greater than she could comprehend, even with all her power. The happiness in her heart was so immense that it felt like she might just explode.
“Please come back again and visit!” Ridley called out, waving his own farewell.
“Thank you, and if I can, I will!” Irina replied, fixing her cauldron to her broom before remounting the object’s shaft. “I might bring my friends, too!”
And then with another click of her heels she was airborne again, shooting into the sky with a grin on her face and a lollipop between her lips. With no destination in mind she headed for the glowing lights of Manhattan, settling on a heading towards the tallest landmark in sight - One World Trade Centre, the Freedom Tower. Landing on the catwalk that surrounded the skyscraper’s spire, she swung her legs over the edge and gazed out over New York, enjoying the breeze and snacking contentedly on her candy.
Jennifer had been right! There were so many humans out in the world who appreciated her, even liked her. And she would never have known if she hadn’t been encouraged to go beyond her own limits - going outside and interacting with people had proved so worthwhile!
I feel… she put her hand on her chest. Her heart was beating faster than usual, suffusing her with a warmth she had not felt outside of her fused experiences. Fulfillment? Not quite… Love, maybe?
An idea sprouted, and since Irina was a reality-warping Super Goddess, a literal lightbulb manifested above her head. Tonight’s experiences had given her a whole new perspective, and what Jennifer and Shizuka had said earlier now made sense! Their Hypothesis - that such sexual beings as themselves required an intense understanding of love in order to achieve Super Orgasm - had been strengthened through her interactions with the Nortons, and now required only test and peer review to confirm it as solid theory.
If they were right, then she finally understood what was required to make that vibrator work, to finally achieve release.
This time, she was confident it would be perfect..
With a snap of her fingers, she transformed the lightbulb floating above her head into schematics for the previous iteration of the dildo, and floated the sheet into her hands. Thanks to her genius intellect and endless ingenuity, it took under a second to perfect the design revisions. The hard work done, she magically transmuted her leftover candy into basic elements and components, child’s play for a Super Goddess. Actual construction didn’t take long at all, and she was surprised by how small and cute the finished product turned out to be. Mechanically it was much the same, but the entire device, every line and curve and circuit, was now infused with Irina’s own love. If she were merely mortal, the slightest glimpse of the new dildo would have seen her begging to skewer herself upon it, and even her own divine will was struggling to resist its sexual allure.
“Test, and peer review.” she bit her lip in lusty anticipation. “Well, I’m Jennifer and Shizuka’s only peer in this city, so I guess I better be the one to perform the review that puts their hypothesis to the test….”
And with that, Irina, horny as ever, activated the device on its lowest setting and slowly introduced it into her dripping pussy. The first few picoseconds were as she had expected, almost disappointing, but the experience quickly became something far greater.
“Mmmmmmm…” she crooned. Oh yeah, the girls had been right. Love was the key, and there was no comparison that could be made between the prototype and this sublime device. The sensation was transcendent, radiant. A mere few seconds’ vibration was enough to get her cumming, but Irina had no intention of stopping there, and turning the dildo to its highest setting she gave herself over to the sheer joy exploding between her thighs...
Time and space blurred. Amidst her panting and pleasured moans, Irina lost hold of her inhibitions, unleashing her devastating power. It manifested first as she breached her first orgasm, an involuntary and startlingly intense clap of her labia. Magnified by her sheer cosmic strength, the backlash blasted across the skyline of Manhattan like an air cutter, destroying entire streets, toppling skyscrapers, collapsing Lady Liberty. The whole of New York Harbour was drained instantly, flooding Brooklyn and Jersey City with thirteen thousand acres of displaced water, and as the shockwave roared onwards it continued to gain power, shattering the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge and sundering the Atlantic down to its bed, Moses’s parting of the Red Sea played out on a far grander scale.
“Oh no…” Irina had no desire to wreak this kind of havoc, but she was too far gone now to stop herself, not this close to release. The pleasure was translating into a true Super Orgasm, and she began to experience multiple simultaneous climaxes in a way previously unknown to her, not even when she had fused with M’Wela. A low frequency buzz began to make itself heard, quickly surpassing all the screams and car alarms ascending from the ruined city below, rising and rising until it could be heard around the entire globe, the Earth herself quaking, the very stars shuddering in their distant orbits, and then…
As Irina reached the peak of her Super Orgasm, a colossal surge of divine power blasted out of her vagina, rapidly growing larger, brighter, and more powerful, until even she herself was blinded by its brilliance. The last thing she was able to perceive through her infinitely lust-saturated mind was the sensation of her all-powerful orgasm literally eating everything around her. The city, the country, the planet, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe, even reality itself was pulled into the accretion disc of her release.
And so it rolled onwards, out to the most distant fringes of creation. Everything was utterly destroyed, devoured by her orgasm...
Irina awoke some time later, slightly hungover and floating in a void deeper than total vacuum - a space without matter or form, so utterly lacking in cohesion as to defy any conception of thermodynamics. More absolute than the time before time, more empty than the heat death of the universe, without even the echo of decaying matter to cast light. Quickly and accurately she caught her bearings and inferred what had happened. The sheer power of her Super Orgasm was so great that it had quite literally vaporized the universe, destroying all matter at a conceptual level. The only things left in this shapeless void were the Super Goddesses themselves, simultaneously existing everywhere and nowhere. Despite the infinitely disorienting and distinctly otherworldly realm they now found themselves in, their powers made easy sense of perceiving themselves and one another.
In addition to eradicating all of existence, Irina’s oneness with the universe had been terminated too, and with it the all-consuming need for sexual release. Feeling suddenly liberated, Irina leapt for joy, cheering out soundless but audible hollers of triumph. It was like quitting an addictive drug and instantly feeling better, with any side effects or withdrawal symptoms.
“Hey, come on!” Paula complained from off in the distance. Despite the absence of any medium to propagate the sound, Irina heard her clearly. “I wasn’t finished with fucking those frat boys yet! Couldn’t you have ended the universe an hour or two later?!”
“S-Sorry…” Irina apologized, a bit embarrassed about her fellow goddesses witnessing such a childish loss of control. “I got a little carried away, but I’ll fix everything right now – just a moment.”
She was expecting a scolding for this, but the other Super Goddesses didn’t seem angry. On the contrary, she sensed an overwhelming joy for her, both at finally obtaining what she had sought for so long, and having learned an important yet obvious lesson. And clearly she was not expected to face any punishment for her little act of cosmicide, because all that was needed to restore the universe to its former state was a single-
-of her eyes. She was back atop Freedom Tower, gazing out upon a skyline and world that looked no different from before she orgasmed it and everything else out of existence. The only difference lay in Irina herself. Sweating and panting (and radiating a pheromone musk that promised a very happy Halloween across most of Manhattan), she grinned gleefully at the magical vibrator that presented the cure to her shameful sex addiction, and marvelled at its potential applications - a way to induce Super Orgasms at will!
“Phase one testing, complete…” she murmured. But she was nothing if not a scientist, and her standards demanded further testing, rigorous testing.
“It works on me, but I should run more tests on other Super Goddesses…” Irina mused aloud, rising and restoring her tattered costume. Hanging the now-empty candy cauldron back onto her broom, and placing the wonderful dildo within the container, she transformed the cauldron’s cheap plastic into a more appropriate pewter. Tonight was Halloween after all, and she was very much in the mood to celebrate.
Now that Irina thought about it, she still hadn’t bonded much with Shizuka. Perhaps it was high time for the Empress of Japan to receive a visit from a certain winsome witch, one who very much wanted to express her love with a magical little gift…
As she flew off at a relaxed cruising pace, Irina felt herself smile widely, not merely at the further fun tonight promised, but with fond recollection of the evening so far, especially how her distant heart had been touched and warmed by a run-of-the-mill suburban family.
That memory, she would treasure forever.