In which the girls' life gets a little more complicated

Two hours later, the girls were snuggled together in a large king-sized bed in a cabin on the coast of the Pacific Northwest.  The previous occupants had not needed much persuasion to leave: just a show of force against the couple's cell phones and car.  Sara and Maya hadn't really needed to play with their gun, but the girls found firearms an endless source of amusement these days.  Sara figured that it would take the couple an hour at least to walk to the nearest telephone, so that gave them plenty of time to decide whether to play with the local law enforcement or to move on.

After enjoying a quickie under the plush down comforter, Sara went to enjoy a shower while Maya turned on the TV to catch up on the news.  A few seconds on CNN left her stunned.

"Sara, come here!"

Sara emerged from the bathroom a second later, naked and dripping.  "What is it?"

"Look at the news!"

CNN was showing a live helicopter feed from New York City, which was washed in bright, early-morning light.  The camera zoomed in to some figures on the street below.  Sara could clearly make out people dressed as Superman, Batman, Green Lantern, and the Flash.  "Are they...?" she began.

"Yeah, look," Maya said as the Superman figure picked up a cab witht he occupants still inside and threw is the length of Times Square.  A glowing green baseball bat the size of a bus materialized, took a swing at the cab, and knocked it into the Hudson River.

The CNN Reporter was breathless "As you can see, these people seem to have all of the powers of the heroes they are dressed as.  Yet they seem to have none of the goodness or sense of responsibility that those fictional heroes are known for.  Police estimate the death toll at over two dozen thus far, and the police have been unable to even slow their progress even a little so far..."

"Oh, man," Sara laughed.  "How could I assume we were the only ones?"

Maya was thoughtful.  "There were ten first-place prizes awarded. Gold editions of the rules. They must have gotten the same character generator we did."

"No way," Sara said.  "Diamond beats gold. I say we go to New York to teach these cosplay freaks a little respect."

"Aw, I was hoping to sleep in, at least until the cops came."

"You don't get tired.  I made you that way.  You're just being lazy.  C'mon, this is going to be way more fun than scaring some hick cops.  And you can pretend you're the good guy.  These punks are killers."

"Yeah, but we're killers." 

Sara's response was to kick Maya's backside.  Her foot cleaved through the bed until it made contact with her lover's derriere, sending Maya through the roof and several hundred feet into the reddening sky over the Vancouver Sound.

Maya was still rubbing her rump when Sara joined her a second later.  "That really hurt!" she said.  Sara stuck her tongue out in reply before streaking into the morning sun.  Maya sighed, dressed herself in a nanosecond, and took off after Sara.

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The four new heroes were not hard to find.  The police had cordoned off most of Times Square, while a dozen police and news helicopters hovered overhead.  Sara found the four men in front of the shattered window of an electronics store, helping themselves to the merchandise on display.

"Really, boys? Smash and grab? Kind of cliche, isn't it? I'm surprised that you didn't choose to wear black domino masks to complete the look?"

The four heroes spun around.  They clearly were not expecting this.

"Wonder Woman?" the Green Lantern ventured.

"Nice guess," Sara said. "But I'm just me.  You can call me 'Mistress.'"

Batman nudged the Flash in the ribs. "I told you you should have become a chick.  She's smokin'"

At this moment, Maya landed beside her twin, she had clearly heard the exchange, and she was as amused as Sara.  "Let me guess. Contest winners?"

Superman spoke up for the group.  "We don't have to tell you anything.  Find your own city to loot.  Times Square is ours."

Sara and Maya gave each other a look, feigning shock before both erupting into giggles.  "Oh, you must score lots of chicks with lines like that," Sara laughed.  "Why my old boyfriend used to say things like that..."

"Let's stay focused, shall we?" Maya asked, annoyed. "Look, you can have your fun.  We saw the SWAT teams coming on the way here. In a few minutes, you'll have more fun than you know what to do with.  We just wanted to introduce ourselves and get to know you before the real crazy shit went down."

"Who do you think we are?" Superman asked, annoyed.  "Have you ever picked up a comic book before? And where did you get those outfits? Sluts-r-us?"

Sara made a sound like she was choking.  Maya touched her on the arm to calm her.  The hitting part of the encounter could wait a few moments.

"Look," Maya said calmly. "It should be pretty obvious that we got our powers the same way you did. We know all about the game.  And the character generator, which is currently installed on a computer at your home which is at...?"

The four DC heroes looked at each other puzzled, then Batman barked "Clear your mind!  She's a telepath!"

"486 Maple Crescent, West Orange, New Jersey," Maya said triumphantly.  "Thanks, Lantern."

"Dammit!" Batman cried, throwing his hands up in the air.  "Gor...Flash, go to my house and hide the laptop where she can't find it.  Now!"

Maya felt a message from Sara pop into her head.  You used telepathy!  I'm so proud!  You follow the Flash.  I'll take care of these three punks.

Maya did not hesitate.  In a blink she was gone, heading west over the river into Jersey.  Sara cracked her knuckles for effect.  "Well, boys, it's just you and me.  Please play rough.  I like it rough."

Superman was the first to act.  In a second, he became a blue and red streak, flying towards Sara at a thousand miles an hour.  She could see him coming.  He was fast, but not that fast relative to her perceptions and reflexes.  The diamond edition had seen to that.  The hardest part was deciding to dodge or block the oncoming attack.  She chose the latter.

She help up her hand to stop the Man of Steel.  He came to a halt, and she remained standing, but he did succeed in knocking her back about ten feet.  He looked up at her, astonished.  She grinned in reply.

"Are your powers fading?  Or did I drain them? Or am I really that much stronger than you?"

She didn't give him a chance to respond.  Her knee came up with the force of a million jackhammers into his crotch.  Superman whimpered, then fell over, his eyes tearing up.  "Who needs kryptonite?" she laughed. 

The other two heroes took advantage of the exchange to make their moves.  Sara found herself ensnared in bands of green energy.  Try as she might, with all of her power, she could not free herself.  A moment of panic set in when she realized that, despite her cosmic strength, she might still be vulnerable to some attacks. 

"Hold her, Lantern!" Batman cried, pulling a cylinder out of his belt.  There was a flash, and Sara found herself enveloped in a green cloud.  Tears streamed from her eyes.  How much trouble would it have been to add teleporting and immunity to chemical attacks to Ms Infinity?  She cursed her lack of foresight.

Then a memory of the books and movies that Mark forced on her returned to her.  With a thought, one of the helicopters overhead careened into a nearby bank of neon, causing yellow sparks to fly across the battlefield.  This in turn caused the force bands holding Sara to flicker, and in an instant she was freed.

"Worst...drawback...ever," she said, snatching the Green Lantern off the ground.  "Wanna know the second?  This!"  A flick of her wrist was all it took to sever the Lantern's arm.  Without his connection to the ring, he felt as limp and as fragile as an ordinary man.  He fell unconscious ten feet to the pavement below.

"That leaves you and me, Bats," she said.  her opponent was eyeing her up, looking for an opening.  He had clearly found a way to give himself his model's tactical brilliance. 

"All you have to say is 'I surrender.' We don't want to grind you to mush.  Really.  We just want to make it clear what the new hierarchy is around here."

Batman grimmaced in reply.  His answer was so grim and gravelly that Sara wanted to laugh at what an excellent Christian Bale impression he was doing.  "I answer to no-one!" he cried, and he lobbed another smoke grenade.  This time, Sara was ready with a puff of breath, blowing the cloud back into Batman's face.  He held his breath, but he needed to race to be clear of the cloud's effects.  When he emerged from the smoke, her ran straight into Sara.  She grabbed his shoulders.  The Caped Crusader wasn't going anywhere.

"Game over...Tony. A shame you didn't make yourself a billionaire. I kind of like that in a man.
Let's go into my office," she said.  She flew straight up with her victim.  Moments later, a black cowl and a utility belt fell to the streets of Manhattan below.

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Gordon Finley, now calling himself the Flash, arrived at his friend Tony's house a second after he left Manhattan.  Fortunately, the door was still open.  He raced to the basement, where they had left the laptop that had changed their lives forever.

"Oh, Gordon, you should really tidy up down here.  Tony's mother is going to have a fit when she sees it!"

The Flash spun around.  "How did you?"

"I was right behind you the whole time.  I wanted you to feel you were doing well, so I let you come in first.  But the game is over, Gordon.  The laptop is mine now."

The Flash laughed.  He had now idea how this slut had beaten him to the basement, but she clearly did not know who she was dealing with.  He flipped the top open and started to type.  No sooner had he hit the first key, though, than a pair of powerful hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them to his sides.

"You're the fastest man imaginable," Maya said, "But I'm faster than you can imagine.  And I'm stronger." She shoved the Flash across the room so that he fell back into the couch. He was about to get up using his superspeed, but a warning finger made him wait.  Maya tapped a few keys then turned the keys around so that the Flash could see that.

"See the status of your friends?  One is unconscious and in shock.  Another lost his arm and is in a borderline coma.  A third is naked and about two thousand feet over Times Square.  In about ten seconds, he's about to drop to his death."

Flash shot up making a grab for the computer, but Maya was faster.  She spun out of his way and gave him a stern glance.

"Nice try.  But here's how it is.  I'm going to destroy this computer now.  That will doom your friends to their current state.  Or, if you ask nicely, I'll make some changes to you and your friends and we can all be friends forever.  Sound good?"

"What will happen to me if you smash the computer? " the Flash asked in a meek voice.

"Oh, you'll stay as you are.  But since I can't have any rivals running around, I'll have to kill you." The Flash swallowed.  He had no doubt that the insane busty chick was capable of just that."  "Unless, of course, you allow me to change you first."

"Whatever!" Gordon Finley shouted.  "Just make this end!"

"I knew you'd see reason," Maya said, and she began to type.

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He was Batman to the last, Sara thought as she flew back to street level.  Stubborn and defiant, she had almost hated to let him drop.  Almost.  Part of her did not want to see the mess that she had caused, but part of her had to be sure.

What she found amazed her.  There was no naked corpse of a defrocked Caped Crusader. Instead, where he should have been was a cowled woman, clearly Batgirl, if Batgirl had gone in for immense breast implant surgery.  Nearby were two other dozing women, far chestier than Sara would have thought practical for a female superhero.  One was dressed as Supergirl, and the other was a green-skinned woman that Sara guessed had something to do with the Green Lantern.  She rolled her eyes.  It had to be Maya.  She knelt down and shook Batgirl gently until she woke. 

Even through her mask, her eyes registered unadulterated joy when she saw Sara.  "Oh, Mistress!  I'm so sorry for my bad behavior earlier!  It pains me more than death that I might have added sorry to the life of tho woman I love above all things. Please punish me as you see appropriate!"

Yep, Sara sighed Definitely Maya. 

Bring on the bullets

They ended up in Hawaii, right by the very waterfall where Sara had inadvertently begun the process that would result in the creation of Maya.  They lay together naked, the cool waters playing at their feet.  Sara brushed some hair out of Maya's eyes.

"Feel weird?" she asked. "I mean, being here?"

"Yeah, kind of.  This is where my life ended.  I have all these memories of being me that lead up to this point, and after that, it's all different.  I have a whole new life now."
For the first time, Sara understood what Maya was going through.  She, too, had undergone an incredible transformation, but she could always tell herself that she was the same person deep down. 
Maya had gone through much, much more. "You know I'm really sorry."

Maya smiled. "Sorry for not letting me die? Don't be. You did the right thing.  And what you gave me...well, if I died here yesterday, then I'm in heaven now."

"Two days ago."

"Huh?"

"We were here two days, seven hours, annnnnd...thirteen minutes ago."

"Really?"

Sara's face grew more serious. "Yes, really. It's all so obvious.  Apart from our ability to measure actual personal time passing, it's clear from our latitude and the angle of Betelgeuse that it's exactly 2:21 in the morning, local time. Maya, it's like you're holding back sometimes. You don't communicate with me telepathically, either. I don't think you've looked into my mind once since you've changed."

Maya breathed deeply, sending counter-ripples across the pool. "I just don't know if I'm comfortable with all of this yet.  It's hard enough adjusting to having a new body.  But having this much power...well, I'm afraid that if I cut loose I'll lose everything about my old self."

"Like I did?"  Maya knew Sara's tone very well.  She knew she had to tread carefully.

"Sara, you're amazing.  After all you've been through, you're still the same happy, funny, witty woman that I love.  Even when you say things that make me a little frightened, I don't worry because I know deep down that you're still you inside there." 

Sara sat up, it took a long time for her to respond. When she spoke, it was in slow, measured tones. 

"I don't think you've changed a bit. I love you, Maya, but you're always one to test the waters before you do anything.  You calculate the odds and dither for hours before you make a decision that's obvious to everyone around you."  Maya shrugged.  This discussion was not new. "But it's only a matter of time before you see things my way.  There's no chance that we can live a normal life now. 

Ordinary people are going to be terrified of us, and they'll want to put limits on us.  We can either become prisoners and test subjects, or we can live life on our own terms, taking what we want and enjoying ourselves.  I'm not talking about being evil, hurting people for fun or forcing people to worship us. I'm just saying that we need to live life on our terms, and to send a message to anyone who tries to stop us."

Maya sat up, too and exhaled again, this time aiming her breath at the waterfall itself, which bent 90 degrees and dissolved into mist before it could hit the pool below.  "Are you in my head now?"

"Yep."

"What do you see?"

"A lot of confusion. And some kinky fantasies.  You're giving me ideas, you perv."

Maya blushed, then laughed.  "You're damn right I'm confused. And you should be able to see that I'll never have your ability to jump into something headfirst.  I see that things are going to be different now. But I don't think I can take the first step just yet. Are you saying we should just walk into Buckingham Palace and tell the Queen to move out?"

"Something like that, yeah," Sara said, grinning. "But not Buckingham Palace. It's a dump.  I want someplace with a better view. The Riviera was nice."

Maya nodded.  "Yeah, I wouldn't mind living there.  But I can't just move into someone's home and tell them to get out."

"Why not?" 

Maya sighed.  She knew that Sara's argument amounted to 'because we're stronger,' and that troubled her.  Yet she had also felt the thrill of power, and she would be lying if she said that a tiny part of her didn't want to lord her abilities over ordinary people.  She wasn't cruel by nature, but she felt so much more than human now.

"You're considering it, aren't you?" Sara said, leaning in and giving Maya a little tickle.  Maya was as ticklish as she had always been in her old body.  A tank couldn't stop her, but tickling could leave her helpless.  It was her kryptonite.

Maya squealed.  Sara always knew how to put her thoughts to rest.  "Maybe."

"But claiming a home is a little much for you.  Fine," Sara said matter-of-factly.  "We'll start you small.  How about a little shoplifting to get you going on your life of crime?"

"You mean, walk into a store, stick a couple of dirty magazines under my bodice, and walk out without paying?"

"That's pretty much the definition of shoplifting.  But dirty mags?  Don't I do it for you?"

Now it was Sara's turn to get tickled.  She was almost as bad as Maya.  "Fine.  Then I'll take a six pack of beer."

Sara smiled.  "So I take it you have no moral objections to stealing beer?"

"I suppose not.  You're really determined to follow through on making me a bad girl, aren't you?"

Sara actually considered this carefully.  "No, not really.  We're beyond good and bad.  This is about helping you to do what you want.  Do you want a beer?"

"Yeah, kinda."

"Good.  Let's find a convenience store."

They actually had to fly to Oahu to find a store that was open at that hour.  They found one in a seedy industrial area just west of the naval base ("Hawaii has dumps like this? Who knew?" Sara asked). 

Two motorcycles were parked outside, and two rough-looking Asian youths were inside buying bourbon and cigarettes.  Maya hesitated before approaching the door.  Sara nudged her forwards. 

"Go on, I'll think you're cool," she teased.  "C'mon, what are they going to do? Arrest you? Shoot you? The only thing holding you back is you."

Maya gave her a look. "Have you always had a criminal lurking inside of you, or is this a new attitude to go along with your new look?"

Saralaughed.  "No need to worry. I'll be right next to you the whole time."  She turned invisible. 
Once she had disappeared, Maya felt a spectral hand grab her firm, heart-shaped ass.

"Funny. You better not do that inside there. I'm nervous enough as it is."

"Aw, that's so cute.  Every advantage is on your side, and still you're nervous," came Sara's disembodied voice.

"All right, let's go," Maya said, and she strode into the mini-mart.

The three men inside the store all looked up as Maya entered.  She was dressed in her skimpy outfit, and one of the men audibly moaned in desire as he admired Maya's ample curves. Maya found the attention intrusive, but she also enjoyed the power her appearance gave her.  She strode with confidence to where the cooler holding beer was.

"Can I help you, miss?" the portly Hawaiian clerk asked.  He was in his twenties, and he had on a greasy yellow polo shirt. 

"No, I'll help myself," Maya answered.  She studied the selection for a second.  Why did places like this always have such crap beer, she wondered. At last she took a six-pack of Lowenbrau and walked towards the door.

"Want me to carry that for you? Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself," one of the bikers said.  He and his friend came up uncomfortably close behind Maya.  She knew she had nothing to fear from them, but she could not help feeling more than a little intimidated by them.  If she didn't have superpowers, she would be terrified.  It didn't help that Sara was practically laughing in her ear at her situation.

"No, I have this," she said, walking towards the door.  The clerk made no move to stop her.  She froze in the doorway and turned around, irritated.  "Aren't you going to try to stop me?" she asked.

"For you, wahine, it's on the house," the clerk said, eyeing her dreamily.  Maya rolled her eyes, and the three men each could swear they heard another woman laughing. 

Maya considered her actions.  "Then I'll take this also," she said, grabbing a stand of cigarette lighters.  "And this," she said, taking a whole rack of DVDs of the latest Adam Sandler movies.

"Jeez, lady, mellow out," the clerk said, looking annoyed at the babe who seemed determined to make him call the cops.

"I'll be going, then," Maya said, daring the clerk to try to stop her.  Instead, the two bikers moved to cut her off. 

"You want us to teach her a lesson?" one asked the clerk. "Maybe she needs a real man to teach her some respect." He reached up to put his arm around her. Maya turned to leave, ignoring him, and his hand wound up copping a feel.  Again, Sara's laugh was audible, and Maya's eyes opened wide.

"What did you just do?" The man made no move to remove his hand.

"You like that? Do I get you hot, baby?"

Maya reacted out of instinct.  She didn't think she hit him hard, just a quick jab to the face.  She wasn't even thinking about superpowers at the time, just about wiping that perverted leer off of his face.  She did more than that.  When her fist made contact with his face, his head exploded into a red mist and the rest of his mangled body went sailing back through the store, knocking over a rack of chips.

"Holy shit!" his friend yelled, and, grabbing a knife, he lunged at Maya.  Maya, now thinking more clearly, held her ground.  The knife stick her just above the collarbone, snapping in two and causing her assailant to jerk his hand back from the impact.  Maya caught his wrist and pinched.  It was like squeezing mashed potatoes. His hand fell to the floor, and he cradled his stump of an arm, screaming.  Maya looked at the hand, trying to feel shock and horror at what she had done, but those emotions didn't come. Instead, all she could feel was the sense that the two men got what was coming to them.

"I don't know what you are, but you just get out of here," the clerk said with a quavering voice. Maya noted with interest that he had produced a shotgun from under the counter and was waving it at her.

"Do you really think that scares me?" Maya asked with contempt. The more this went on, the more she began to agree with Sara.  "Go ahead and shoot."

"I don't wanna shoot. I just want you out of my store," the clerk yelled. He seemed rather tightly wound for a Hawaiian. 

"Shoot," a voice said directly in his ear.  Sara chose this moment to become visible.  The clerk panicked and pulled the trigger.

Time slowed down for Maya.  She could see the blast leave the muzzle, and she could make out each pellet as they raced towards her face.  She knew that she could dodge easily, or she could pluck each pellet out of mid-flight and flick them into the clerk's forehead in a celtic knot pattern.  Instead, she chose to let the blast hit her full-on in the face. She didn't flinch, and she barely felt the impact that would have torn her head off if she did not have powers.  Little flattened balls of lead clattered to the floor.  The clerk stood there dazed, and the two women smiled wickedly.

"Oh, now you've gone and made her mad," Sara said.  "Been nice knowing you."

The clerk just froze as Maya stepped up to him, her hips swaying provocatively.  She grabbed the barrel of the gun and squeezed tight.  The gun screamed under the strain.  Maya clenched tighter, until little rivulets of molten metal flowed through her fingers and splattered onto the floor.  The clerk started to quiver uncontrollably.

"Bye sweetie," Maya said, turning on her heeled boot.  "Have a beer on me."

Sara followed, walking though the counter and the plate glass window without missing a beat.

"Showoff," Maya said.

"How do you feel?" Sara asked.

"I killed a man in there, and I maimed another."

"Yeah, and you made a third wet himself.  But how do you feel?"

Maya frowned. "I really thought I would feel worse.  But I can't bring myself to care."

Sara sighed and put her arm around her lover.

Giving in to one's baser instincts

Mark looked up at the cliff wall towering above her.  She and Sara were standing at the bottom of a glacial valley, and a steep peak shot several hundred feet almost straight up.  Not quite Half Dome, but it was the nearest thing Mark could think of. 

The trip there had been an adventure in itself.  Though only a few hundred miles from their previous perch atop Mount McKinley, they had gone the long way: twice around the earth.  It had only taken a few minutes, and Mark was astonished to learn that even at those hypersonic speeds, she and Sara could still carry on a normal conversation.  Mark had tried to wrap her mind around how she could hear words that were already dozens of miles behind them by the time they should have reached her ears, but she might as well have tried to determine how, after moving at such blinding speeds, their hair could look as if it had just come from the stylist.  They had evolved beyond rational explanations.  Sara had said that they lived by their own laws now.  Mark was just starting to realized that her words also applied to the laws of science and nature. 

"So now what?" she asked, looking up at the sheer rock wall soaring into the darkness above them.

"Now we smash," Sara said brightly.

"You're shitting me.  Couldn't we start on a mailbox or something?"

"Chicken?"

"It's all going to come down on top of us."

"Your point being...?

Mark sighed.  Sara seemed to be adapting to this much better than she was.  She had always been the rational one, the conservative one.  For Mark, just knowing she had superpowers was not enough.  The old thought patterns were too deeply etched in her brain to truly cut loose.  She supposed that this was Sara's way of helping her to get over herself.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" Sara said, taking a swipe at the wall.  A huge fissure opened in the surface, and boulders cascaded down on top of them from a crumbling ledge above.  Mark found them easy to dodge with her accelerated speed and reflexes.  Sara just let them hit her.  They bounced off of her as if they were made of foam. She was only using a fraction of her strength.  Another swing caused the rock face in front of her to crumble, creating a niche in the rock big enough to drive a truck into. 

"Your turn!" she said.

Mark gave a half-hearted swat at the rock, no more than a light slap.  She was met with an avalanche of debris falling atop her.  Boulders that would have crushed an elephant cracked and shattered as they hit her.  She jumped atop the rubble, feeling strong and invincible.  She wound up and gave the cliff a really good punch.

Almost at once, the entire mountain came down on top of them.  One minute there was a cliff, the next is was no more than a vast pile of rubble with two amazonian superwoman on the bottom.  Almost simultaneously, they erupted up out of the rocks, boring through hundreds of tons of stone in less than a second.  They hovered together a hundred yards over the immense dust cloud they had kicked up.  They shook the dirt off of themselves by vibrating at ultrasonic speeds (their outfits had not sustained so much as a scratch or stain) and then the two of them almost collapsed laughing. 

"That was great!" Mark cried.  "I feel so strong!"

"You are so strong," Sara said, beaming. "And that's just a fraction of what you can do."

"I feel...good," Mark said, her hands roving over her hips.  "I mean...wow."

"I know. Right?  The more I use my power, the hornier I get."

"Sara, did you program this in? It doesn't seem like the logical effect of any of our other powers."

"Who cares?" Sara laughed.  "It's like a bonus, as I see it.  And we deserve it.  We're goddesses, after all."

Mark didn't argue.  She was too busy experiencing the new sensations.  It felt different as a woman.  She had expected a more localized sensation in her pussy, but it was more like an urgency she felt all over her body.  She wondered what it would be like to be penetrated.  In her mind, she was still a man, but she was haivng to face the fact that she might have to put that life behind her.  Would sex with a man even be possible in this body?  Sara had tried it with her old form, and it had nearly killed her.

"I can read your mind, you know," Sara said.  She had used her speed to sneak up right behind Mark. 
"Already fantasizing about sleeping with men? I don't know if I should feel betrayed or not."

Mark was flummoxed.  "No! It's not like that!  I mean...well, I was curious. But it's not like I'm going to do anything about it."

"Why not?" Sara asked.  She had a sly look about her.  "Honey, there is no mere mortal who can satisfy you now.  Trust me, I know.  If you want to play, go right ahead. I know you'll always be there for me, and I'll always be there for you."

Mark frowned.  "Sara..."

"New rules, remember?" She embraced Mark from behind.  Mark's arousal was not lessened by the feel of Sara's breasts pushing into her back.  "Besides, you'll probably kill anyone you tried it with, so there's no need to worry."

"I can't believe you just said that. Being super doesn't mean we give up on our values."

"Do you really think I've become some kind of monster?" Sara's voice had just a hint of an edge to it.  Mark realized that the snugness of her embrace could probably have crushed a submarine.

"Sara...I..."

"You don't have to say it.  I can feel it in you.  I am what I am, Mark.  You're the one who's in serious denial."

"I'm the one who's still part-way human."

Mark expected Sara to fly off the handle at his remark, but she remained surprisingly calm.  "You can't believe it, can you? But you're going to have to face facts.  We're not humans anymore.  We're goddesses." Sara was grinding against Mark now.  The sensation was getting to become unbearable.
"Sara, I'm not ready for this."

"You're ready.  I can feel you're ready. Your mind and body both scream that you're ready." She spun Mark around and held her tight, mashing their breasts together. 

"Sara..." But Mark's words were cut short with a kiss.  Mark could no longer resist.  Letting her lust do the thinking was so much easier.  While they were locked together, Sara pulled off Mark's skimpy outfit. Mark looked down at her naked body for the first time. It was disorienting, looking at a woman's body from this angle, but it was less strange than she had feared. It was her body, after all, and it was challenging to remember what her old one had looked like from this angle.  Sara's hands were everywhere. Mark felt the touch as gentle, but knowing that Sara's caresses were enough to sink an aircraft carrier was an even greater turn-on.  Soon a second outfit joined the first on the pile of rubble below.

They did it in Hawaii.  And Bali. And on Everest.  And on the Great Wall (parts of which required major restoration afterward).  And over the tip of the Eiffel Tower.  Sara, who claimed never to have feelings for another woman, proved to be an excellent lesbian lover, knowing exactly what Mark needed at all times.  Mark, for her part, go over the strangeness of being the oposite gender with her first climax, and she was able to please Sara in ways that had never been possible in her old body.
It was hard to say how long they made lover, for on their trips around the world they had crossed dozens of time zones.  At long last, they lay satisfied and panting on a beach in Spain.

"Mark isn't going to work anymore, you know," Sara observed while they looked up at the stars. 

"It's my name.  Don't you like it anymore?"

"You are so not a Mark.  Why don't you pick a girl name?  How about Marcia?"

"Too Brady.  How about Monique?"

Sara laughed. "Maybe if you become Super-Maid.  But that doesn't suit you either.  What about Mara?"

"Mara and Sara?"

"Ugh.  You're right.  Never mind.  That would be bad even if we weren't twins."

"Maya is nice."

"Yeah, I like Maya."

"OK, call me Maya."

Sara rolled over to embrace her lover.  "All right, Maya.  Maya, I'm getting really horny again, and there are four continents you haven't made me cum on."

Maya grinned.  "Fine.  Race you to Australia."

A most peculiar turn of events

Mark opened his eyes, and though his head was foggy, his eyesight was amazingly sharp.  Even without his glasses on, he could make out the details on every single snowflake that swirled around him.

Wait.  Snow?  He lived in southern California, and he had been in Hawaii just moments before, when Sara had...could it have all been a dream?  He remembered intense pain, realizing the mistake that the two of them had made when they tried making love.  Then he must have blacked out, but what had happened since then.  There was no more pain, but he was still confused, nothing was adding up, so he lay there in the snow.  Even that was strange, for while he could sense the cold, he couldn't feel it.  Perhaps he was dreaming...or dead.

"You're up," Sara said, her lovely enhanced face coming into view. At least that part of it had been real, he realized.  "How do you feel?"

"Not bad," he said. Something was wrong with his voice. It sounded strange in his ears.  "What happened? Where am I?"

"Alaska.  Mount McKinley.  I'm so sorry, Mark," Sara said. Her lovely eyes filled with tears.  "I thought I had control over myself, but when we...I'm so sorry. I almost killed you."

Mark tried to move, but his balance felt off and he decided it was best to lay still for now.  "Don't cry.  I feel fine now.  You must have healed me somehow, right?  No worries." It was not hard to sound brave.  he really did feel fantastic, apart from the strange tingling sensation he was having.

"I did the only thing I could think of. I'm sorry, I'm not good in a crisis.  You were dying. I couldn't wait for an ER doctor to see you."

"But I'm fine, I feel fine. You must have healed me."

Sara drew a deep breath. "Mark, I used the computer."

"You mean you gave me powers? That's excellent, no we can..."

"Mark, I gave you my powers.  Everything. Look at yourself."

Mark didn't have to look. All the pieces made sense. His eyesight, his voice, his new sense of balance. "You mean I'm Ms. Infinity too?" Sara could only nod in response. Mark sat up, feeling the unfamiliar weight of breasts shift on his chest.  He noticed that both he and Sara were wearing the red, blue, and gold outfit she had worn earlier.

"Wow," is all he could say.

"Yeah," Sara said, looking downcast.  "Wow."

"But we can still change me with the computer, right?"

"That's just it, Mark.  The computer is trash.  It's all destroyed, even the disk."

For the first time, Mark started to feel panic. "What? How could that happen?"

"There were police there, at your apartment.  They wouldn't let me use the computer to help you.  Things got out of hand."

"Sara, you didn't..."

She swallowed. "I did.  They were trying to hurt us.  I lost my temper.  I turned one to ash and punched holes in the other three." 

Silence hung in the air for a minute while Mark took in this information.  "Sara, this is terrible! They're going to be after us!"

"Is it? Because from where I sit, they can't do anything to me or you that we don't want them to do. We're not like normal people anymore, Mark. We don't play by their rules."

"How can you say that?" Mark snapped angrily. "This is what I was warning you about.  Sara, you're going to lose yourself in your power if you're not careful."

"Well it's a little too late to go back, now, isn't it?" Sara said sharply. "This is who we are. I didn't ask for this..."

"And I did?" Mark asked, cupping his...her breasts. "At least you got turned into your fantasy. I got crushed by my girlfriend and then got turned into Super Barbie."

"I only made myself into what I thought you wanted me to be!" Sara yelled, causing several landslides on the mountain slopes below them. "I didn't want to play your stupid game. I just did it because I love you."

"Do you still?"

"What?"

"I mean, I'm not Mark anymore.  I'm you, or at least a copy of you.  This could change everything between us."

Sara's demeanor changed rapidly.  She calmed herself, knelt down beside Mark, and took her hand. 

"You're an ass.  You know that?  Do you really think I would be so shallow as to stop loving you because you went through a little change?."

"Really? I mean, it's still me in here. I'm incredibly turned on by you. But do you think you're ready for...this?"

Sara actually laughed.  "It's still you in there, stupid. Of course I love you."

"But you're not bi.  Wait, are you?"

Again Sara laughed.  "I don't think I was.  But there's something about being in this body, with these powers.  I turn myself on. It's like I get horny all the time whenever I think about myself and what I can do."

Now it was Mark's turn to laugh. "Oh, good. I thought it was just me."

Sara moved even closer, until her lips were brushing Mark's ear. "Wait until you feel sex in your new body. You'll understand why I lost control." Her had crept up until it brushed underside of Mark's breast.  Even through the the fabric, Mark could feel the sensation start to cause arousal.  Another second and all of her fears and anxieties would go out the window, and she would take Sara right there.

"Wait."  It took all of her willpower to utter that one syllable.  "I'm not ready for this.  It's all too much. Almost dying, powers, a new gender.  I think I need some time to take it in."

Sara backed off and pouted, but a hint of a smile crept around the corner of her mouth.  "Fine.  Prude.  So what do you want to do instead."

"Well, to be honest.  I want to try smashing something.  To let off steam."

Sara grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Why is nothing ever simple?

Sara found three police cars around Eric's apartment, and four officers were looking at the hole she had created just over an hour before with no more than her breath. Mark's landlord was trying to explain the situation to the officers, and one of them dutifully took down notes as the others tried to ascertain the cause of the damage.

The lights on their cars were flashing, and police lights always made Sara anxious. Added to the fact that she was carrying the body of her dying boyfriend, and her mood was as dark as it had ever been.  She landed by the police cars and strode towards the hole in the wall.  There was not a second to lose.

"Hold it right there, Missy," one of the cops said.  "I'm afraid I can't allow you to go inside."

"But it's my boyfriend's apartment," Sara protested. "He's right here." Cops always intimidated her.  It hadn't even dawned on her to blow right past them. The cops had a swagger about them that bespoke authority, and the way they leered at Sara made her forget her invulnerability and become increasingly self-conscious.

Perhaps the cops were too stunned by Sara's appearance, but it was only then that they noticed that she was carrying the bloody, mangled and naked body of her boyfriend. "Jesus, lady!" one cried. "Put the body down, and step away. I'll get an ambulance here right away." 

Sara didn't budge, but rather took a step forward. The more attitude the cops gave her, the less she felt like respecting their authority. With every second that passed, she saw them as obstacles.  "It's too late for an ambulance. He's dying.  I need to get him inside right this minute."

The cops stood firm. One put his hand on the butt of his gun. "I can't let you do that," he said. "This apartment is unsafe and a potential crime scene.  We just can't let..." he seemed to be at a loss as to how to describe the impossibly beautiful woman holding a dying man standing in front of him. "I just can't let you in there."

"Shit. I don't have time for this," Sara spat.  Her eyes flashed red.  She glanced towards the cars.  The cops swore they saw pulses of energy shoot from her eyes, striking their cars and blowing them to atoms.  "Now get the hell out of my way. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't move."

Momentarily stunned, the policemen parted.  Sara moved forward and laid Mark down on his bed.  Then she sat at his computer and entered the twenty digit password she had concocted earlier.  The program took a few seconds to load, and in that short amount of time, the policemen recovered their wits.

"Lady, come out of there right now with your hands up or we'll open fire.  I don't know how you trashed our cars..."

"Shut up," Sara commanded. "Just give me a goddamn minute." She was no longer intimidated, and she was starting to feel once again like the goddess she was.  No-one was ever going to give her orders ever again.

The policemen waited for all of a second, and when Sara turned towards the keyboard again, they began to shoot.  Bullets pinged harmlessly off of Sara. She felt the impacts as if the police were throwing marshmallows at her.  the more they shot, the stronger she felt, and she kept her back to them while she smiled to herself.  Then she heard a ricochet strike Mark. A moan escaped his lips, and Sara worried that she might be hearing her boyfriend's dying breath.  She turned to look at him, and in so doing, a bullet whizzed by her and struck to computer.

"No!" she cried, and time seemed to stand still for her.  She realized that she was working at super-speed, but the impact of the bullet was going to destroy Mark's computer. There was no getting around that inevitability, but she had one last chance to do what she had come here to do.  Still working at hyper-speed, she typed furiously.

"Select...copy...paste...save!" she said in words too rapid to even register with the policemen.  As soon as she hit enter, she could see the surge start to scramble the data being displayed on the monitor.  In slow motion, she could see debris and sparks fly from the machine, and she knew that it would never work again. If her plan failed, she would have killed Mark.

Still the bullets came.  Sara ignored them and she knelt over Mark.  Tears streamed down her face.  He had warned her something terrible would happen, and she had refused to take him seriously. He was right, her powers had turned her into some kind of monster.  And now, along with the loss of her boyfriend, she had lost the chance to return to a normal life...

Then she saw Mark start to change.  The bullet hole in his side closed up, and his crushed midsection regained its healthy form.  Sara cried out in delight.  It had worked.  Mark would live, and he would enjoy all of the powers she had. 

But Mark was not done changing. There, before her eyes, Mark became a being of power and perfection, but not the one Sara had imagined him becoming.  When Sara had cut and paste her abilities onto Mark, she had not simply given him superpowers.  She had copied her entire template onto him.  Mark was now a super-woman, Sara's identical twin in all respects.

"Oh, no!" Sara cried.  She did not know whether to laugh in relief or cry in horror at what she had done.

Oh, look. Something went wrong!

Mark had little time to worry about leaving the computer unattended.  The sheer terror of flying at hundreds of miles an hour, protected only by his girlfriend's embrace, pushed all other anxieties out of his mind.  They raced above the ocean into the sunset and watched the sun slowly climb back into the sky as they moved westward.  They were hundreds of feet above the ocean, and vertigo welled within Mark.  At the speeds they were travelling, he felt every little dist particle ping into his skin, and he didn't dare to open his mouth for fear that his cheeks would balloon up.  That didn't stop Sara from chatting idly to him as they flew, but he didn't have super-hearing, and he couldn't understand a word she said.  He understood that she was holding back, however.  he had little doubt that she could fly a hundred times her current supersonic speed.

They reached Kauai in just about an hour.  Sara set them down beside a pool hidden in the rainforest, where a waterfall plunged over a cliff face from fifty feet above.  Mark was never so happy to set foot on solid ground.

Evening was approaching, and at that hour, all tourists had gone from the waterfall.  They had it all to themselves.  "It's just like I remembered it!" squealed Sara.

"Great," muttered Mark.  It was only then that Sara looked at him and felt his pain through their psychic link. In addition to the dirt and bruises from earlier, the skin on Mark's face was now dry, cracked, and bleeding from a dozen tiny cuts.

"Oh, Mark!  You look terrible!  I had no idea the flight would be so rough on you!" Sara said, genuinely concerned.  "I wish I had taken some healing powers."

"It looks worse than it is," Mark said.  He didn't actually feel that bad, but he was willing to put the return flight off for as long as possible.  Or perhaps he could go by plane. At least the sympathy he got from Sara was nice.  His girlfriend picked him up and flew him slowly to the edge of the waterfall, where the spray was cooling and soothing.  "That's nice," he said, holding Sara close.

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world," she said. "And I don't just mean because of the powers.  I'm as happy with you now as I was when we came here the first time."

Healing powers or not, Mark immediately felt better.  He kissed her gently on the lips.  For a second, it felt strange to kiss a woman who looked so different from his girlfriend, but when she returned the kiss, there was no question in his mind that it was her.  He could feel the closeness between them through Sara's mental link, and he would have been happy to remain there by the pool forever.

Moment's later, Sara broke the kiss and whispered softly in his ear. "Know what would make this even better?"

"What?"

"SKINNY DIPPING!" Sara shouted.  She released him and grabbed his grubby clotes.  In a microsecond she had torn them off of his body.  He had only a moment to contemplate his nudity before he plunged into the cool, refreshing water below.  A second later, Sara joined him. She too had shed her Wonder Woman-y garments, though she had time to fold them neatly and lay them by the side of the pool in the time it took him to plunge then feet into the water. She grabbed him by the hand and they floated to the surface.  They were almost directly under the water, and Mark sputtered.  The two of them laughed and embraced.  Mark thought that Sara felt terrific against his body, and there was no hiding the desire he felt for her.  Her fingers stroked his body slowly, as if reveling in her new super-sensitive sense of touch.  Mark decided to give Sara the sensations she craved, and he stroked her perfect, heart-shaped ass.  She moaned slightly and whispered in his ear. "Oh, Mark. It feels so good when you touch me.  I can feel the slightest touch, and it only feels better when you try to be rough."

That was all the encouragement Mark needed.  He groped one of Sara's wonderful breasts, kneading her flesh more roughly than he ever had before, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was getting visibly turned on by the second.  Her hand crept down to Mark's erect member, stroking it and teasing it until it was harder than mark could ever remember it being in his life. Sara plunged underwater and took all of Mark into her mouth. Apparently she did not need to breathe, for she teased him orally for over five minutes, keeping him just on the verge of exploding.  Then, she lifted Mark out of the water again, hovering above the waterfall.  They kissed and caressed each other.  mark had no fear of falling. he felt perfectly safe in Sara's arms.  Finally, she lifted herself up and lowered herself on his erection.  Her eyes opened wide and she smiled. "It's never been like this before," she purred.  Mark was turned on by everything: the setting, the erotic sensation of making love in midair, his girlfriend's supernatural beauty. He began pumping like mad, and Sara's breathing came hard and ragged.Mark reveled in the fact that he was bringing the most powerful being in the universe to orgasm.  At long last, he closed his eyes and released just at the precise moment that Sara climaxed.

She only lost control for a second.  She had had no trouble in limiting her near-infinite strength before that, but the throes of passion caused her to lose all rational control over her strength.  There was a sickening snap as Mark's hips and spine shattered.  She could see in painful slow-motion his eyes widen as he realized that the ultimate price for making love to a goddess was death.  "I'm sorry..." was all he was able to say before losing consciousness.

"No!" Sara cried. "What a dumb thing to say! It's all my fault!" She pounded her fist into the ground, creating an impact that worried seismologists as far away as Chile and causing several small landslides on the island. She could hear mark's heart beating more and more faintly, and she knew that in a matter of moments he would be dead.

Frantically, she tried to think of some way to save Mark. Why had she not given herself healing powers? Stupid! she thought to herself.  She thought about taking Mark to a hospital, but even the best emergency rooms would take a few minutes before they could perform any procedure that would save mark's life, and that was an even shot at best. In less than a second, she made up her mind to do the only thing she could do.

Cradling Mark's broken and dying body in her arms, she sped towards home, where the computer with the character generator might be Mark's only hope.

I can't imagine anything possibly going wrong with this

Sara rematerialized beneath Mark, grinning up at him with her arm extended.  She tossed him gently onto the bed, where he nonetheless bounced until the springs squealed.  Sara took a step closer, and then her feet left the floor.  She stood there, hovering a foot above the ground, reveling in the new sensation of weightlessness.

"That shouldn't be possible," Mark said. "None of what superheroes do, none of it is possible by basic laws of physics and biology."

"You're going to have to rethink science, Mark," Sara chirped, "Or else you're going to have to come to terms with magic."

"I don't believe in magic."

"But this is real!  Why deny it?" Sara said.  "This is the greatest thing that ever happened to me.  To anyone!  Ever!  It's better than winning a hundred lotteries back to back...Oh, my God!  I made myself immortal!  I'm never going to get old!  I really am a goddess!"

"Yeah, great," Mark said.  he sounded less than enthusiastic.

"You're jealous?" Sara said.

"Maybe.  But maybe the character generator has more than one charge in it.  Who wouldn't want power like yours? But, Sara, I've been reading superhero comics and fantasy novels for a long time.  There are rules to situations like this.  These things never end well.  Either you're going to go mad with power, or there's going to be some horrible ironic monkey-paw twist that leaves one or both of us miserable."

Sara began to look defensive, but she softened abruptly.  "You're lucky I can read minds.  I was going to accuse you of wanting to ruin the greatest day of my life.  But you really care about me, don't you?"

"I don't want to see you hurt.  And I don't want to lose you."

Sara beamed.  "No chance of that.  I'm yours forever." She leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the lips.  Mark pulled back just a bit.

"Scared?" she asked.

"You're ten to the fifteenth times more powerful to me.  A slight slip could pulverize me."

Sara giggled again. "Don't worry.  I'm in control.  I haven't destroyed any of your furniture yet, have I?"

"Do you want to?" Mark asked dubiously.

"Yeah!" Sara said, her eyes lighting up.  "I really want to cut loose, and destroy some things.  Oh, don't worry.  I can read your worry like a book.  I'm not going to go Godzilla or anything.  I just want a little smashing time to get it out of my system."

Mark regarded the sex goddess that his girlfriend had become.  As different as she looked, she was still Sara, always up for a good time.  "So, like, maybe a junkyard or something?"

Sara's grin turned a little wicked.  "Or something.  It's not like I really have to worry about consequences now, do I? For instance, you hate your landlord, right?"

The humor left Mark's eyes. "Now, Sara, this is exactly the sort of thing I was worried about.  You can't just go attacking people because..."

"Oh, I wasn't going to hurt anyone," Sara said, sounding a little hurt.  "But I might do a little property damage on the way out." With that she puckered her lips and blew a kiss at the wall.  The force of her breath was enough to blow out an exterior wall.  Mark, who had been standing next to the pocked hurricane, was caught up in the sudden vacuum and was forced out through the gaming hole that Sara had made.  He wound up face down in the mud, scratched and bruised.

"Oh!" Sara cried, not realizing the force of her blast.  She was at Mark's side in a split-second.  "Are you all right?"

"Unintended consequences," Mark muttered, getting up to a sitting position. Fortunately, he did not have any serious injuries.  He looked at the gaping hole that looked into his apartment.  "Really?" he asked.  "You had to trash my apartment? I had a security deposit, you know."

"Oh, Mark, we don't need to worry about money anymore," Sara chided.  "I can take care of everything.  Anything you want, it's yours."

"Sara, that was my home."

"I'll make you a palace," she said reassuringly.  "People will give us millions just for a look at me and what I can do. Oh, look, you're filthy."  She began rubbing some of the crud off of Mark's face.  Some things didn't change.

"Yeah, I need a shower.  Unless you want to destroy that, too."

"Maybe I will," Sara teased.  They both knew it was a matter of time before emergency crews responded to the blast.  A shower was probably out of the question. Then Sara's eyes lit up with an idea.  She stood up and flickered for a second.  Mark felt a breeze and realized that she had just traveled at lightspeed again.  Then, she reached under his arms and gently lifted him, cradling him against her spectacular bosom. He couldn't help but nuzzle her breasts a little.

"Nice, huh?" she laughed.  "I don't blame you.  I turn myself on.  And I'm going to take you somewhere we can both shower together.  You can see me in all my glory."

"The gym?"

"No, silly. Hawaii.  Remember that vacation we took two years ago, when we hiked to that waterfall? The water was so clean and pure.  I want to go there right now.  With you."

Mark thought of a million reasons why that was a bad idea. "But the computer...!" was the first one that sprang to mind.

"Is locked with a new unbreakable password," Sara said. That's what she had been doing in the microsecond she had left.

"Which you're going to tell me, right?" Mark asked dubiously.

"Eventually," Sara said.  "I want to enjoy being the earth's sole goddess for a while.  But you'll get your turn.  I'm going to need a mate, of course.  Imagine what our children are going to be like!"

Every instinct in Mark's brain told him that trouble was looming on the horizon, but he was increasingly powerless to resist anything Sara asked of him.  Maybe it was her mental powers.  Maybe he was just really horny.  Maybe the thought of fathering a race of gods won out over any rational objection he might have.

"Hawaii, then?" he asked meekly.

"That's the spirit!" Sara said cheerfully.