something i threw together between comissions over the last few months. thought it would be fun to write a superheroine catfight. hope to do more some time, and open to suggestions and criticism
“And what exactly is the problem now, Powers?”
Lana Powers fidgeted awkwardly under the gaze of her gym coach. She was a stereotype in and of herself, a highschooler with messy, dark brown hair that got in her face. Her bangs were only kept at bay from poking herself in the eyes by the black-rimmed glasses she wore, and her skin was a shade that suggested she had some unknown, darker minority lurking several generations in her past. She wore jeans and old sneakers, and a baggy red hoodie she kept on constantly these past few months.
“I just… don’t need to take off my hoodie, that’s all,” she muttered meekly in reply, shuffling her sneakers on the gym floor as the other girls watched in amusement. Everyone else wore the standard gym uniform, shorts and jersey-like tops or tees, making her stand out all the more.
“Nobody else seems to have a problem with the uniform, Powers. What exactly makes you so very special?” the coach persisted.
“Well,” Lana said with a perky tilt of her head. “I had a weird run in with my science teacher a few months ago. See, we were messing around with his research project, which I THOUGHT was just in developing new ideas for an electric car or something, but found out way later it was for weaponizing some energy source he’d invented. He sprung the idea of testing it on me, but you know, not in the bad way where he just shoots me with it, but stuck these gloves on me… no, gauntlets, I guess. But yea, he sticks em on and they strap onto me, giving me superhuman powers like punching shit, only they don’t really come off. So it was ok to wear this through health class, but if it’s ok with you, teach, I’d rather leave my super identity a secret, okay?”
Then she stopped daydreaming. “I um… I have a weird birth mark there…” she mumbled to her teacher, avoiding eye contact. Powers or not, she was a pretty crappy liar. It was her status as already being a freak at school that kept this from sticking out too badly. She was unpopular, didn’t like wearing popular or trashy clothes (they were usually one and the same), and kept to herself. She wasn’t even one of the science geeks, just above average intelligence and needed the extra credit from her science professor. If she were smarter, maybe she could help him figure out how to get the power gauntlets off, or come up with a better way to hide them.
“And I’m not special or anything, it’s just…. I don’t think that it’s important that everyone dress up for gym, is all.”
The gym coach kept up her sour expression and looked ready to give her a final warning to when a booming came from the distance outside, and the ground rumbled beneath their feet, a minor earthquake that caused everyone to have to reclaim their footing. “What in the red white and blue hell?” grumbled the coach before there was a loud crash, the wall of the far side of the gym suddenly gaining a large hole in it as a tall figure barged through it.
The woman lifted her head and shook her body like a dog, shedding the leftover dust and rubble that clung to her largely bared body. She stood comfortably over six and a half feet tall, a no part of her even allowing the thought that she showed any sign of weakness. Sharp green eyes, a firm jawline, black hair straight (if not a bit dirty) just above her shoulders, broad shoulders, a full and outthrust chest, hard flat abs, thick sturdy legs, a skimpy black outfit that showed off a farmer’s tan. Nothing on earth would whole-heartedly want to fuck with this woman. There would, of course, be those who would want to just plain fuck her, but the handful who could survive it would be lured in by the cleavage- baring, thigh-hugging black leather outfit that seemed so popular with heroines and villainesses alike.
The woman grinned, her face marked with a small, seemingly useless streak of chamoflauge on each cheek, and a headband wrapped around her forehead, another around the bulging bicep of the arm that held the large duffel back. People gaped on, most unnoticing of the bag itself being partly open, a large wads of bills inside.
“SO sorry, little ladies,” she chimed casually. “You know how police can get. They’re squishy and fragile and all, but annoying enough that you might as well avoid em, and this was the only shortcut to the ol’ base I knew about. I’m sure you understand.”
“Fucking Megaton,” Lara hissed under her breath in the locker room, slipping away while everyone else was distracted. She ditched her hoodie and went to work with the supplies from her backpack. “She has a figure that can pull off that kind of slut suit. And a body that doesn’t have a way too identifiable scar from falling off her tricycle as a kid…”
Lara threw on her makeshift hero disguise. She decided early on a traditional superhero outfit wouldn’t be very practical to drag around, so she’d made do with using her own unpopularity to her advantage. She’d swiped a spare cheerleader outfit some time ago and tailored it a bit to be less recognizable. She slid on the red and blue low-cut top and short skirt, a pair of thick boots (practical ones, not those hooker boots), and tied up her hair behind her in a cute set of ponytail. She put a bit of pink lipstick over her full lips and a very brief, quick application of makeup. She adjusted her top to make sure the push-up bra was in place, and that the diamond shaped hole was perfectly placed to expose as much of her breasts (namely cleavage and sideboob) as seemed casually legal.
And there! She was disguised! American Idol was her tentative name in the news, but it wasn’t something she was in love with. Just couldn’t come up with anything better. But her alter ego was working wonderfully. Nobody noticed the dorky girl in the hoody, so the slutted up cheerleader with the eye-drawing rack would be her polar opposite, like in those teen movies where the nerd gets a makeover. Then she has to infiltrate a frat and learns about herself or something. She didn’t watch a lot of those… but either way, if the disguise didn’t get them to avoid putting two and two together, the “over here!” tits window would keep them from studying her face too closely.
But Megaton... she was big leagues. Lara had beaten up plenty of thugs and muggers, and she knew there were mutants and wizards and aliens out there with actual powers. She even tangled with a few of them, but tried to keep her crime fighting fairly mundane leveled. Megaton was a majorly powerful bitch, apparently a former military trainee who had been hit with some experimental bomb. The radiation or whatever was involved gave her exponential growth in her strength and size (everywhere, it seemed, based on her DDD cup rack), but had also done odd things with her hormones and brain waves. In short, she was a normal, very strong woman, but now and then her mind and body would shift into a semi-primal state of rage, greed and ferocity, a vicious alpha female who raged and did whatever she wanted until some hero or massive military force put her down.
"And lucky me, I get to play 'massive military force' today..." She sighed. If she did come out on top, it would be good for her popularity. It might also bring down a new arch enemy, as these things tend to do, but... she couldn't just ignore it.
Megaton held a pair of screaming girls up by the hair, grinning proudly to them. "Well, not a total loss. I did pick up a pair of sexy little hostages in the process."
BOINK!
Megaton barely registered the feeling, pausing before looking at her feet. A dodgeball. She turned and looked up the bleachers, where small-time hero the American Idol stood, tossing another dodgeball up and down in her hand.
"Sorry, tons of fun. That means you're out," Powers said proud and loud (another reason she wasn't recognizable). "So why not sit on the sidelines until the police comes to take you home?"
Megaton laughed at her, dropping one of the girls and cracking her knuckles with one hand. "Oh, you should have killed me with that free shot, not made a fucking pun." She reared back her hand and whipped the remaining blond hostage at AI, flying screaming through the air.
"It wasn't so much a pun as a rhetorik, I guess OHFUCKINGHELL!" Powers panicked and threw up her gauntleted mitts, grabbing annoying gossip bitch Becky Winters out of the air. She looked dizzy when Powers set her back down, maybe short an inch or so of hair, but alright.
"Oh wow... you just saved me..." Becky muttered, looking in surprise at AI... and was she blushing.
"Lez out later, promise," AI insisted with a frown, turning back just as Megaton was barreling up the bleaches, smashing each seat beneath her feet as she went.
"Ok, big guns time is now!" Powers thought, he gauntlets glowing a bright green within its various tubing and fortified glass. She clenched her fists and clapped her arms together, giving off a violent subatomic shockwave that blasted out as a green laser beam into Megaton, hurling her back across the entire gym and through the wall.
"Oh please, let this be a short anti-climax," American Idol whispered under her breath as the rubble fell over the hole in the wall. Her bracers blinked their green light, indicating it would be able to uphold the thin barriers that would provide her super strength and protection, but her trump card (the power beams) would be out of the game for a while until its mini-generators repopulated it with quasi-matter... or something. Again, she didn't actually make them...
"I'm gonna hang your naked ass up a flagpole for that!!!" raged the voice on the other side of the wall.
"Nope, that's not melodramatic enough," Powers sighed, hopping down from the bleachers in one go. She had to distance herself from the crowd of other teens before they got hurt or started asking questions. She hopped out of the hole in the wall, looking around for the propelled villain... and finding nothing.
Megaton had leapt up to the roof, now hurling herself and swinging a beachball-sized hunk of concrete at the heroine's head. The improvised weapon shattered into debris against American Idol's head, knocking the teenager to the pavement with a loud grunt, which was in turn drowned out by the smashing stone. The barriers made by the gauntlets saved her from dying on the spot, but still stung as it acted more like a genuine suit of armor than invincibility. A blow to the helmet won’t crack your skull open, but it will still leave your head rattling around plenty.
She was downed and groaning, holding her head when Megaton stooped down, grabbing her by the hair Powers cried out in pain, lifted clean off her feet by the powerhouse villainess as she shook her, body flopping like a rag doll as she tried to hold her scalp to reduce the pain.
“No more laser suckerpunches out of you, super tart” she growled, winding up and hurling Powers several blocks through the air. By the time she opened her eyes felt the wind in her hair and was sailing over the rooftops, and shortly thereafter she felt herself landing roughly on a rooftop to a skyscraper and bouncing a few times before stopping, wind knocked out of her and her ribs and scalp sore, but long run… probably ok.
Powers boosted herself up to all fours, huffing some air back into her lungs but hearing more smashing distant below. She leaned over the edge, seeing Megaton stalking her up the wall, fists and fingers slamming handholds into the wall as her muscled arms hauled her up after her. It was a good 10 stories down, high up but at least Megaton had some work to get to her.
"Dammit," she groaned, but at least she was focused on fighting her rather than some squishier normal person. "Gotta think fast." Powers browsed over her assortment of super powers, but decided to stick with a classic maneuver. As Megaton's head came into view, Powers was standing there waiting with a leg drawn back, kicing to launch dust and dirt into her eyes.
"I'll take an antihero point for that one, if it means keeping my head" she excused in the back of her mind. Megaton gave a sharp cry and clutched her face, leaving her blind as Powers leapt up and performed a spin kick to slam her in the face. A chunk of the rooftop cracked and gave way under her strong strong grip as Megaton tilted back a bit. Powers went for another, but this time Megaton caught her by the foot as it hit her in the chest, falling back up taking her with her off the roof.
The two fell down towards the streets,Megaton blinded and swinging long, hard blows at her. Powers took a few to the chest and jaw, bouncing her head and tits around, but dodged the worst of the unaimed shots. Powers grabbed Megaton by the hair, swinging a fist rapidly into her face adn trying to mount herself on top of her to keep her aimed at the ground, so she would hit it full blast.
There was indeed a massive crash as over 200 lbs of muscle smashed into the pavement from 10 stories up. And that was not counting Powers. It was a combination of the sound of flesh colliding and a cracking of pavement, leaving a crater about 4 feet deep at its center and easily 12 feet wide. The impact hurled Powers off of her foe, bouncing wildly away, but Megaton's loud groaning clearly showing she took the brunt of the impact.
Powers shook out her head, laughing a bit as the adrenaline still rushed in her from the freefalling brawl. "Ha! Had enough, big guy?" she huffed, standing up but having to lean on the wall after a second whens he got dizzy.
"Urghh... gonna milk those super tits dry when I get my hands on you," Megaton groaned, starting to stand up slowly, leaning on her knee.
"Ok, no time to rest after all," Powers sighed, rushing at her and leaping to deliver a crushing blow across the face. Megaton's head bucked, but barely bruised let alone bleeding for all the beating she'd taken. Blasted through two walls and dropped off a roof, and the muscle bitch still looked good.
Megaton was knocked back to rest on one arm, but grabbed Powers around the neck with one massive hand. She lifted her up and slammed her head by it repeatedly into the pavement. Her nose crashed rapidly into the hard ground, cracking it with her face in spreading fractures. Her face itself remained largely in tact, if not dirtied, but the pain still shot through her teen tender face plenty.
"DIRTY! CHEATING! TRAMP!" Megaton snarled at her, hurling her to the ground like a frustrated ape. She raised a boot to stomp on her head, but Powers rolled aside by instinct when the attack let up. Megaton's boot damaged the pavement in the alleyway further, Powers lashing up and grabbing hold of her opponent's hair. She swung it hard into the nearest wall, Megaton's head slamming through the brick. She wound up to slam her head down again, but Megaton's thick arm reached out around her shoulder, grabbing and smashing Powers' head through the wall after her. She was almost face to face with the villainess again, apparently their necks and up inside someone's kitchen as a random housewife nearby screamed.
Megaton snarled and slammed her head forward again, and Powers felt no hard impact of steel or concrete this time, but a swelling sensation at her head. She realized she was submerged in the kitchen sink, as well as the fact that the kinetic barriers of the gauntlets didn't do much for drowning. She gurgled and struggled, spitting out bubbles under the water and clawing at Megaton's iron grip.
Realizing that wasn't getting her much of anywhere, Megaton still grinning madly down at her, Powers leaned into her dunking, grabbing the hole in the wall she was pressed through and shooting a kick into Megaton's knee and making her lose her footing.
Powers spent a moment rising to gasp for air when Megaton grabbed at her aching knee joint, then turned and grabbed the edges of the kitchen sink, ripping up the sink and its entire counter space before turning and swinging it as a crude club, smashing Megaton across the face and sending her tumbling through the alley and into the streets. Civilians and cars sped and swerved away from the action, Powers catching her breath a moment before rushing after her, wet hair whipping behind her.
Megaton was rising dazed from the streets when Powers came sprinting after her. She leapt up and braced a foot on the overgrown she-beast’s thigh and a knee on her breasts, supported by the villain’s bulk as she started to swing away with a barrage of punches to the face. Megaton’s head whipped back and forth. There were no bruises or blood showing on her inpenetrable skin, but the winces and grunts of pain told Powers her amplified bombardment was doing a number on her all the same.
Megaton reached up when she got used to the shocks of pain, throwing up her arms to grab Powers by the shoulders. She yanked on her arms, pulling straight out to stretch the limbs outward.
“If I can’t beat you to shit, I’ll tear you to pieces!” fumed the villainess, pupils changing visibly changing size as her chemical-ridden brain was going more and more berserk as the possibility of loss entered the recesses of her mind. Powers screamed out as her arms felt ready to come out of her sockets, thrashing and writhing a bit to try and dislodge herself. When that failed, she thought fast and swung her legs up, using Megaton’s grip like parallel bars to hook her thighs around Megaton’s neck. She twisted and flung Megaton off balance, tumbling into a truck and banging her head on the door.
Powers rushed after her while she was leaned up against the truck, dragging herself up by it. That was how it appeared, at the time, she’d tell herself. Really, Megaton wasn’t grabbing support, but a weapon. She let out a giant snarl and swung her hips, digging her fingers into the tanker truck and smashing Powers across the face with it. It shattered at the impact, hurling Powers away and utterly soaked.
The stink gave it away quickly. “A beer truck,” she groaned in her dazed and battered brain as she laid out on the sidewalk sticky and wet. “Wait til I have to explain this to mom…” She barely got a hand on the pavement to push herself up when Megaton was already back on her, discarding the remains of the vehicle. When she stood up on shaky legs, there was a sound of tearing wood. She looked up to see Megaton wielding an entire telephone poll, swinging it like a club to smash Powers cross the face. Spit flew from her mouth, stumbling to one side awkwardly. She struck again, thrusting it forward to ram Powers in the belly. She huffed and doubled up, wet ass sticking out under her skirt. Worse still, her legs spread out to let her balance in this awkward stance, and Megaton lowered her giant weapon before swinging it upward. Powers’ eyes went wide and her mouth hung open in a pathetically silent squeak, choking as the telephone pole swung like a rising hammer into her teen pussy.
She fell to the ground paralyzed in pain as Megaton threw her weapon aside and stood over her, raising a booted foot and smashing it down onto Powers’ guts before one more between Powers’ legs for good measure.
A high shriek left the heroine as she spasmed under her pussy stomp, Megaton’s teeth bared in a wild grin. “That’s what I like to hear! Scream, blondy! Tell me how much it hurts!” She grinded her heel into her, Powers fearing even her barrier wouldn’t hold up to stop her pelvis from being crushed between her foot and the sidewalk. Powers threw desperate kicked up at Megaton’s thighs and legs, even landing a pussy shot of her own in her desperation, but adrenaline and super skin let her grin and bear it, even as it stung Megaton’s own tenderized body as her powers seemed near their own limits.
“See? Not all of us are such lightweights. Now let’s see if I can’t pop that little hero cherry of yours… and the REST of you while I’m at it!!” Megaton raised her boot for another curb stomp that would turn any other human into an indistinguishable blood stain. Powers felt her life flash before her eyes, mind racing between prayers, tactics, and regrets in wardrobe as her skirt and soaked panties did not allow much for fans to imagine.
But a few panicking brain cells collided. Her cunt could be hurt even under the barrier when it was hit hard enough. She couldn’t hit with enough power to match Megaton’s raw power or endurance, but…
She didn’t have time to check the meter on her gauntlets, just throwing up an arm and grabbing hold of Megaton’s crotch. The villainess hesitated a split second before trying to continue, only for the gloves to glow and give a freshly recharged explosion of kinetic energy. The last blast to the pussy had Megaton howl in pain just before flying backward and through an entire office building before landing on the ground, holding her smoking crotch that was seared down to her underwear. Powers distantly wondered what it was about super underwear that never burned or blew off, but she ignored it for now as she limped after her.
Megaton still squirmed and groaned, rubbing her burned and aching thighs and cringing weakly. She felt her hair pulled, yanking her into a sitting position so Powers could kneel behind her and wrap an arm around her throat. “Can suck up all the bullets you want, chunky,” she huffed, arching her back to pull the hold harder and mash her boobs into Megaton’s shoulderblades. “But even us supers gotta breathe.”
The brutish woman gurgled and grabbed at her with her big ape hands, but couldn’t get the power or leverage to do a thing beyond pull Powers’ hair. Powers felt her struggle for a few minutes before even her super lungs gave out, going limp and drooling messily over Powers’ arm.
“Gross,” she grunted, standing up and staggering back as police finally dared to approach. “Take em away. She’s harmless, for a while.” She knew about Prometheus Island, the place off the coast where they had special gear to contain all sorts of super villains. It worked great, and it had to, because Powers shuddered to think of the sorts that could get loose if it failed.
“Thank a lot, Idol,” one of the officers said, and Powers had to blush and smile back.
“Thanks,” she sighed, starting to walk off before he spoke up.
“Don’t mind me sayin’ so, you’re a real hero, ma’am,” he said with a charming smile. “They all say Major Muscles is a sellout, and Magnum Man’s a nut ball, and Righteous is a good doll but she’s kinda preachy… But you, you’re a real favorite down at the force.”
She was bright red now, shuffling her feet. “Well…. Thanks. That kinda means a lot to me…” Better than Major Muscles? She had to wonder how she stacked up to the other female heroes like Amazonian and She-Beast, but she felt sure he counted them too.
She gave them a proud little salute before walking off, not too quickly in case they had more compliments for her. It was all the same for the cops, because in her mind-numbing soreness and exhaustion, she didn’t notice the tear in her skirt from all the beatings it took, and that the beer-soaked panties were wedged right up her ass crack for all to see as they watched her go.
“Like I says,” the cop smiled and shook his head, tucking that mental photograph away for later. “A real favorite.”
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