Powerhouse grabs her around the waist, stopping her from pulling away. "Hah! Good one. C'mon, let's go."

She lets him pull her close, thrilling a little at his touch, but she digs her heels in and refuses to start walking with him.

"I'm serious. They're expecting me in like ten minutes and I don't want to be late."

He yanks her forward a step. He's strong. Strong enough that he could probably carry her in one hand if it came to that. "Aw c'mon don't be like that. Blow it off! I promise I'm more fun."

If he's going to literally drag her off like a caveman, well, there's a kind of audacity in it that Cameron wants to honor, and she's kind of curious how far this will go if she doesn't fight him off.

But the idea of showing up for Driving class tomorrow and being forced to sit out... With an inward sigh, Cameron hits herself with adrenaline and digs her heels in harder.

"Probably, but this is more urgent. I can't blow it off or I won't be able to participate in one of my classes tomorrow."

"What the hell are you trying to pull?" Powerhouse grunts, scowling at her. "You gonna get a guy all hard up and then flake on him? I know you're into it, nympho. Now shut up with your bullshit excuses and stop being a brat!"

Cameron flinches.

Okay, that's... well, not fair, he's being an ass, but true.

But!!!!

And just like that, the thin beautiful boy appears right next to them, teleporting with a blue-tasting crack-whomp sound. He has an amused grin on his face. "Heeeey there Johnny-boy! You maybe wanna take a second here, and reflect on the bigger picture?"

"Fuck off, Bluejay. This doesn't concern you."

"You're right, it doesn't. But that's no thanks to you."

"This lying tease owes me a romp, talking about being a nympho like that..."

"Oh for the love of fuck, fine."

Cameron grabs Powerhouse's crotch and hits him with an erectile rousing, bringing him from semi to beyond fully hard in a heartbeat. There's a low rip and tearing sound as the front of his pants split open and his super-strong cock forces itself through the fabric.

Cameron drops to her knees, numbs her own gag reflex, stuffs his cock down her throat, and hits him with the strongest orgasmic rousing she can.

"Ah! Wha'th'fuck!"

Powerhouse is not prepared for this at all. At first he is merely stunned by the sudden skip to the end of a blowjob, but then it keeps going, he keeps cumming, and it's so intense he's seeing stars and filled with something like animal panic at the loss of control. He barely keeps his balance, and he doesn't check his strength at all as he clutches at Rouse's head.

Conversations die as Powerhouse staggers under Rouse's oral assault. Only a few students were watching the scene before, but now they all are, in incredulous silence. Then the hooting and hollering that is characteristic of a crowd of agitated apes, starts.

OW!!! That's a skull fracture for sure.

Cameron just barely holds back the impulse to heal herself. There're way too many witnesses and she wants to save the revelation that she can turn into a boy for after she's established herself. She numbs the pain, and throws even more mental force at the orgasmic rousing, feeling the violent twitches in her esophagus speed up and batter her flesh.

Powerhouse makes an undignified, strangled sound. His legs finally give out, leaving him to flop onto the ground.

Bluejay is laughing. So are a lot of other people.

As Powerhouse falls, Cameron lurches up, using the motion to disguise that she spends a fraction of a second as a boy, even as she uses the burst of force from her shifting flesh to break his grip. His cock slurps out of her mouth, shiny with drool, and the return to girl form throws her breasts out from under her faux-slashed top.

She wipes her mouth. "There. Don't you dare say I'm a tease."

Powerhouse doesn't respond. He's busy twitching on the ground, making these breathy little whimpering noises as his cock spasms in the air.

"Oh he shan't," Bluejay says cheerfully. "I believe you can be assured of that. His sense of masculine dignity may have other ideas, however. To make up for his boorish conduct, may I offer you a ride to your destination?" He bows and holds out one hand.

Cameron faces the cottage, makes sure anyone who wants gets a good look at her tits, then casually tugs her shirt back down into place.

Bluejay's manner is kind of florid, but it works for him better than it has any right to. "Sure. Doyle please."

The world slides away, and when it comes back, they're standing at the entrance to the large glass-sided medical center.

Bluejay smiles at Rouse and gives her an ironic little salute before vanishing with another whomp-crack.

Cameron goes inside. Hello, she is here for the thing.

After a short wait, a man in the stereotypical white-with-stethoscope shows up.

"Miss Endel? I am Dr. Kemmel. This way please."

He leads her into a relatively standard, pristine exam room.

"Alright. I'm here to make sure I qualify for Defensive Driving, right?"

"Yes. Not to worry. It's merely a simple vision test, hearing test, and reflexes test. For an exemplar such as yourself it is little more than a bureaucratic formality."

"I'm not actually an exemplar, but I take your point."

Dr. Kemmel pauses in surprise and looks her over, his gaze analytical, then skeptical. "Have you had any powers testing done?"

"They rated me at ARC. I'm a Shifter Three, a Healer Seven, and a Tee-Kay One."

"I see. Then perhaps this is not merely a formality after all. God knows what you might have done to yourself."

He pauses.

"I apologize. What did you say your healer rating was?"

"Seven. They told me I'm the most powerful mutant healer on record. I can reset a body to perfect health in an eyeblink."

Dr. Kemmel seems to have completely forgotten about the exam. "Are you mass-limited? Are there side effects?"