Supernova Girlies - Prologue + Part 1 (The Transgression)

# Prologue

Victoria was never one to reminisce, not out of choice, but due to the intensity of her job. Doctors were hard to find, and somehow, a physical therapist like herself was assigned to handle the duties traditionally undertaken by a doctor in her sector. She had really always wanted to be a dancer, but she never had the swiftness or balance for it. But in times like these where you were either another mouth to feed or a skilled individual, people did what they could to get by.


While most of the injuries she dealt with were associated with those that accompanied labor, she would also assist birthing, and moving backwards in that direction, fertility. Amanda had came around for a checkup again a week ago, despite Victoria repeatedly assuring her that based on her reports, and perhaps if she were to be a little crude, physical characteristics, she was exceptionally fertile. But she knew long-established mindsets would always lead to the woman blaming herself, while it was quite obvious it was her man who was unable to conceive.


It has been awhile since she last saw Sam, and she was inclined to think he had been avoiding her ever since the fateful incident that she refers to as "the kick". Amanda would have thrown a fit if she knew that several patients before her, was the seemingly prudish Yvonne having a checkup for her pregnancy, together with her consort, Dante. Jealousy aside, the rivalry the two women had, not to mention Dante's painful run-in with Amanda would surely have had her flying off the handle.


In circumstances different from the one she was in, she would have been Sam's girlfriend and none of these problems would concern anyone. If Sam had not been so drawn to social status, and wealth, and stature, he might have instead courted a woman like herself. In certain aspects, she even bore resemblance to the long legged and well-endowed Amanda, if not a little more on the plump side. She was definitely not as pretty as she was, but she would have loved him just as well, even in his current state.


Sam used to scoff at, and derisively mock Yvonne, and she knew that despite his swashbuckling, he held inside a tenderness he let show around Amanda. And if things were a little different, he might have given it to her instead. Even with his sexual magnetism, he had his unpleasantness which shook out a lot whenever he had conflicts with Yvonne. She had a naturally pretty face with soft features, although her teeth were slightly misaligned and tinted off-white from her lifestyle choices. But Sam would many a time bully her for her smaller than average breasts and minimally curved figure.


Victoria reminisced to how she went red once during his physical, when she was conducting a reproductive checkup and unwittingly brushed her hand against one of his testicles, which made him jump slightly. She was not fully to blame, however, as he had such large, low hanging testis that got in the way. She would have described most testicles as large grapes or small plums loosely sitting in the testicle sack, but Sam's nuts were so full looking and plump that she thought of them as two hairy eggs dangling below his penis. She had noticed that he got hard midway through the examination, as she tried to think of neutral things to prevent her blood from travelling to places that should not be awoken while she was at work.


But it was unlikely that she would get to examine him, and feel his hard body with her gentle hands again, as he had been avoiding her appointments as of late. In this rare moment of her nostalgia, her thoughts begin trailing off to Sam's constant pushing around of Yvonne that would lead up to him losing one testes.

# Part 1 - The Transgression

**An act of wickedness at the dance leads to a small thought that grows.**


*Even pretty girls can be so vulnerable to bullying.*



Sam just about antagonized everyone, and those who escaped his abuse kept a safe distance from him, just in case. But everything changed the day Yvonne hit his chest with her hands after he heckled her relentlessly. He begin singling her out after she retaliated physically, which led to him shoving her so hard that she fell down. Yvonne spent the rest of that day with the silent and stoic Dante, in a small tunnel by the canal by the old market after she ended her shift in the markets. She showed him the bruise she got when she fell, almost exposing her buttocks to the shy loner as she re-enacted how she fell when Sam shoved her, for him. It was a rare thing to get a smile out of Dante, and she did not know yet that it was enough to make a guy like him fall in love with her.



He took her soft, small hands into his, and with his gracefully thin yet sturdy hands, toughened from being assigned to digging wells, balled them into fists. *Hands of stone*, she remembered him saying, as he playfully swung her arms back and forth like a boxer. *Knock him back flat on his ass!* They quickly found themselves in an embrace, and it almost seemed like he wanted to slow dance with her. The bashful Yvonne could never let a good thing happen to herself, as she pulled back to crack a joke so bad she tried her hardest to forget it, but Dante would smile at her anyway.



As powerful as he was, both physically and in their sector, Sam knew better than to challenge the wiry Dante. The workers displayed strong camaraderie, and even when he stood alone, the man, as frail as a ghost, consistently demonstrated his ability to hold his ground against his adversaries. But even he, was not invincible, as Yvonne found out after he clashed with Amanda at the sector's bi-annual cabal. She couldn't even remember what Amanda had said, but Dante challenged her on it. *Oh, it was something so stupid and bimbotic.* A woman of her stature could have simply berated him for speaking out of turn, but the ill-spirited would-be aristocrat decided to take matters into her own hands. Or rather, feet.



Instead of acknowledging that he was correct, she curtained the indignance she felt and walked up to him with a full bodied cattiness in her eyes, about to focus all of her scorn on the unwary guy before swinging her leg back and kicking him right up between his legs. The wounded Dante immediately bucked forward, falling to his knees, before folding feebly to the floor. Yvonne covered her mouth in shock, as she looked around at the faces of the women around him watching it happen, as he rocked back and forth on the ground in serious pain gasping for air. Yvonne's sexual naivety was brought to light to herself in her surprise, as she watched Dante flopping around like a worm in pain. While the very imaginative Yvonne was very aware of the differences between men and women in between the legs, she had not thought about how they could be taken advantage of.



Amanda's chuckling turned into a warm smile as she intimately observed him squirming around on the floor. His grave groaning very quickly melted into light gasps, as he winced in pain in between writhing around helplessly in a bid to make the pain stop. His hands reached beneath his body as he turned over, burying his face in the ground. It had not occurred to him that Amanda had not even kicked him at her hardest, as while she detested him greatly, she had no intent on going full bitch mode and castrating him. It was just a swift kick of low to medium strength, but Dante was certain as he arched his back on the ground that his gonads would never heal fully from this kick.



Yvonne watched in concern, as she bit her lip in anxiety watching Dante's attempts at managing his injury. The pain soon reached it's crescendo, as he started screaming while clutching his wounded sex organs. Yvonne was certain in that moment that a single full strength kick from a woman like Amanda would have led to any boy, even Sam, floored and in tears, and conceivably even castrated.



After half a minute, the pain finally stabilized for him, as he laid still wincing lightly, his face contorted in a myriad of everchanging expressions, twisting his hips around in intervals for about five minutes, before he slowly got up with one arm and started throwing up continuously. By this point, Amanda had gotten bored and left, and some girls were still watching it happen, and giggling and pointing. Yvonne found nothing funny about it, although she had to admit that some of his expressions carried some of the sweetest faces she had ever seen a man make.



It was that night, lying alone in her bed where Yvonne finally accepted that she had taken a huge liking to Dante. She thought long and hard about his reproductive capabilities after the incident, and the things she wanted to do to him to make him feel good again after he heals, if he was still responsive. She remembered her childhood best friend, who grew up outside of the suburbs telling her about how they created steers.



*Would he still be interested in me if Amanda's kick really injured him?*



A light flickered, at a familiar angle, as she turned over in her bed, to look outside of her window. In the cover of all the darkness, a light in a room in the housing unit across hers turned on. Dante usually pulled his curtains shut upon coming home, but he was not really in any shape to worry about that tonight.


*He's finally back from his emergency trip to Victoria at the town clinic!*


She watched eagerly, as he pulled down his shorts to lie back slowly. His nuts usually looked like two light pink peaches, gingerly resting on his thighs as he instinctively reached down to hold them when they brushed against his legs, visibly wincing. It was a moment too exhilarating for her to tell if they were slightly bruised or if they always looked like that, as it was her first time seeing Dante, or any man undressed below the waist. She knew then that she would have to get him into her room alone, so she could look at him down there up close, as she breathed heavily imagined touching his private parts, making him feel good, to forget all about Amanda, and that he had ever been injured in that area at all.



At that very moment, the light from another room flickered on, and she turned to see Sam getting up from a bed. Amanda's room. She took her eyes off Dante, who had now administered an ice pack onto this testes, and was curled up in the fetal position on the bed. Amanda's leg dangled loosely off her bed, as Sam got up to get her a towel. Her face was flushed from all the sudden nudity, as Sam's huge male gonads dangled lowly between his legs like a bull's. They looked like two plump, hairy eggs. Yvonne could not help but to imagine how he would react to a kick.



*To a kick from her.*



He might have been even bigger and stronger than the men who were assigned to guarding the sector's gates, but his gonads looked so tender that she was certain even a weaker girl like herself could hurt him a little if she were to stick her foot in that place of his with enough force. She got up from her bed to look at a pair of pointed leather shoes under her clothes rack, that she had bought but never worn. There just weren't that many opportunities to wear them for a girl like herself, who juggled shifts between the market and a local diner. A solid kick to those tender looking gonads, even from a size zero girl like her, with those pointed shoes would cause him some problems she was sure, as she laid in bed imagining the faces Sam would make if she kicked him the next time he harassed her.



The emboldened Yvonne felt her face flush, as she reached down between her thighs, her fingers familiarly feeling the wetness in the hairy patch between her legs, and rubbing her private area. Her fingers traced her labia and clitoris, as she let out a gasp, slowly inserting a finger inside herself slowly. Feelings that made her feel more womanly than she usually does swept over her, as she bucked and moaned while rubbing her princess parts harder, inserting two more fingers into herself. The strong, racy smell of her womanhood rose in the air as she moaned loudly, thinking about Sam trying to use his sex organs with Amanda after giving him an injury like Dante's, and about getting Dante alone with her in her room.



A powerful tingling sensation rose up through her as she arched her back, and her other hand reached to grab her small and perky left breast as her toes curled and clenched her bedsheets as she released all the tense heat pulsing through her body in sudden and mighty waves of pleasure. It erupted through her thighs and legs as she shook uncontrollably, contracting in mellifluous gratification as her cunt juice squirted and flowed between her fingers and all over her sheets. She was almost in tears, smiling warmly knowing she was about to enter a deep rest.