While Victory-Gal was busy with her infiltration mission and Mazakala and Silver Tiger were setting up their base on the edge of town, Blackwing had chosen to go off on her own on a scouting mission. Mazakala had protested of course, but Blackwing had not listened, and neither Mazakala nor White Tiger put any great effort into stopping her.
Blackwing had not come here to be a team player, she had not been trained for that. Ever since she had been taken in as an orphan by the Court of the Night, she had been made to be the lone dispenser of justice and protector of the innocent. She had managed to clean up a city many thought was unsavable, and now she would complete another mission given to her by the Court.
Unlike the others she had no secret identity, no civilian side that could fall to the temptations of this place, if there were any. This was to be a test to see if Blackwing could actually defeat threats beyond gangsters and colorful villains. Blackwing had no intent on failing.
The outskirts of the town still held host to some structures. One of the most prominent being what appeared to be a large country club. It was so large in fact that Blackwing hazarded a guess that it was actually as large as the area this place was supposed to occupy. Something was warping the area of this place, and whatever it was must be very powerful.
Blackwing moved from tree to tree, invisible even in the broad daylight. Her red lenses scanned the area, and she caught sight of what looked to be some tennis courts. There she could see some women all playing tennis, or rather attempting to play tennis. Actually hitting the ball seemed to be an afterthought compared to making their oversized chests bounce, letting their short skirts show off their large asses and making sexual grunting noises.
Blackwing wrinkled her nose in disgust and frowned. A ridiculous display, one that had no real tactical advantage, was humiliation really the goal of whomever was doing this?
She stealthily moved to the ground, slipping into shadows wherever she could. She manoeuvred through the paved pathway and then came upon a small garden. Inside some women were having tea, their large chests resting upon the table. They were giggling about something or other, and Blackwing adjusted her earpiece to try and pick up on thier conversation.
“Goodness, twelve times a night~.” One said, “To think you're both newlyweds, my husband and I didn't get to that level until the first month.”
“He's quite insatiable~.” Another woman said with a giggle, “And I admit with the way he treats me in bed I'm hoping we can double that number~”
“Somebody's going to need a wheelbarrow to carry the litter you produce~.” A third said.
Blackwing shut off her long range listening device. There was nothing useful here, just a group of brainwashed women giggling about intercourse.
There was a strange twinge in Blackwing's mind as she wondered how it must feel to talk like that. To be so happy all the time. Happiness was something Blackwing had long since given up on, or rather been told she needed for forsake for the mission and…
No, idle thoughts would get her nowhere. She moved in the shadows again and searched through the country club.
“My husband, always at the golf course…”
Blackwing managed to pick up at least one useful bit of information after listening to what seemed like an interminable number of vapid conversations. If the husbands were at the golf course then perhaps they would have more information, after all they were likely the perpetrators of this scheme.
The golf course was easy to find, as it was on the edge of the country club. A large open area of grass was somewhere that even Blackwing would have a hard time hiding in. Though luckily there were small patches of trees she could slip into. Taking a risk she rushed across a small patch of green to jump into the trees.
Blackwing popped her head out of the long grass and scanned the area. Her eyes managed to fall on a group of men all playing golf, perfect. Now all she needed to do was adjust her transmitter to the right frequency and…
Suddenly something hit her right in the head. A large spherical object that caused her to let out an involuntary yelp of pain. Blackwing had been taught to ignore pain and her cowl was reinforced with enough armor to stop a bullet. Yet somehow this was enough to daze her? Without realising it she staggered out of the trees and collapsed onto the ground.
“Oh my goodness, are you alright?!”
Blackwing blinked and looked towards the source of the voice. In her hazy vision she could see a figure come into view. They were wearing a golfing outfit, an argyle sweater, tight pants and a beret atop their head. They reached down a gloved hand to help Blackwing up. Blackwing stared at the hand, her mind still feeling dazed.
When the person in front of her came into focus she found her eyes involuntarily widening with shock. While dressed in a masculine outfit, the figure in front of her was undeniably a woman. Her chest was massive, rivalling the women she had seen playing tennis, while her wide hips and large ass were packed into pants so tight it was a wonder they didn't split. Despite that her face looked slightly androgynous, and her ruby red hair was short.
“Are you hurt?” The woman asked in a kindly voice. Her voice was deep, a contralto many would have found seductive, though there was a genuineness about it. One would have called this young woman “princely” even with her massive proportions.
Blackwing managed to regain some of her faculties. She clambered to her feet and got ready for a fight, yet no sooner had she put her fists up when another wave of dizziness hit her. She almost stumbled over when they young woman caught her in her arms.
“Please don't stand up! You may have a concussion!” The woman said, her eyes filled with concern. “What are you doing here? Is your husband on the course?”
“Husband…?” Blackwing tried to do the breathing exercises taught to her. The pain in her head was feeling better, but an odd sensation in her chest was bubbling up as she looked at the woman. Why had she said nothing about her outfit? Did she not notice? “N-No I…do not need assistance…”
Blackwing tried to walk away, but the woman took her by the hand and stopped her in her tracks.
“You clearly are not,” The woman said with a frown, “I'm sorry, but since I am the one who hit you with that golf ball I feel I must take responsibility! Please, allow me to take you to the first aid area. If they clear you I shall bother you no more.”
The woman gave Blackwing a small smile that made that strange feeling bubble up in her again. Technically she could simply toss her down to the ground and break her arm to get away but…she didn't want to make a scene, yes that was it. If she did that then her infiltration mission would have been for nothing. All she had to do was wait for the right moment and she could slip away.
“V-very well…” Blackwing said, her mind still hazy and her vision slightly blurry. Was a golf ball able to do all that?
“Excellent,”the young woman said, hooking her arm around Blackwing and pulling her in close. It was then when Blackwing realised this woman was taller than her. Blackwing suddenly felt her heart begin to quicken, was this woman dangerous? If that was the case then she needed to…to…
“Oh forgive me. I haven't introduced myseld, my name is Rowan!” The woman said, giving Blackwing another smile.
“B-Blackwing…” Blackwing said before she could manage to stop herself.
“My, what an unusual name,” Rowan said with an amused chuckle. Blackwing blushed under her mask, which horrified her. She had never ever blushed, not even when the Jester had slapped her ass! She needed to salvage this somehow.
“Um…where is your…husband?” If she could find a husband then maybe she could interrogate him, and maybe get back some confidence this strange encounter was draining from her.
“Husband?” Rowan chuckled, “I must have hit your head harder than I thought. I am a husband, or rather I will be when the right lady comes along…”
Rowan suddenly looked wistfully off into the distance, as if her wife would be somewhere out there. The strange feeling came back to her as she looked at Rowan.
“Anyway, only husbands play golf,” Rowan said with a wink, “Not that that stops pretty ladies from trying to sneak a peek.”
Blackwing was still a little dazed, so she didn't catch the implication in Rowan's words. Was she saying that she saw her as a husband? Yes that must be it! Perhaps she could actually infiltrate the husband's side like Victory-Gal was doing with the wife's side. In any case she needed to slip out of Rowan's sight as soon as she took her eyes off of her.
As they walked towards a large building on the edge of the golf course, Blackwing didn't notice how her grip was tightening on Rowan's arm.
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