Here’s something that pisses me off. There’s nothing to be between superhero and supervillain. If you have powers, like I do, you’re either the one thing or the other. You’re evil and, with your robot army or mutant minions, scheming to take over the world and rule it with a, sometimes literal, iron fist, or you’re good, and you have to spend every minute of every day saving the world from the villain with the robot army slash mutant minions.
It’s like an unwritten rule, you’re either all good or all evil. There are no other options.
But honestly, I’m more of a super, average citizen. Sometimes I’m good, sometimes I’m bad, you know? I’d like to just use my powers to jump the line at the grocery store or cheat a little on my taxes, thank you very much.
I did try the superhero thing. Me and a couple of my super friends. We even gave ourselves superhero names. I was Lady Fantastic, the other girls were Robust Woman and Fire Girl, and the guy in our group called himself Mighty Man. And together we were, wait for it, The Forcible Four!
I know, I know. All those names. Suck. Ass.
But you try coming up with superhero names. All the good ones are taken. Most of the bad ones too, really. We were brainstorming for days, and whenever we thought we had a good name we googled it, and guess what, yup, it’s taken.
So finally we just wrote words on pieces of paper and put them in two separate bowls with words like “girl” and “woman” and “miss” in one, and words like “fantastic” and “amazing” and “power” in the other, and we each picked one from each bowl, and ta-da.
So don’t be an asshole about the names. Just so you know, I could have been “Maiden Marvelous”.
Phil, I mean Mighty Man, didn’t have to struggle to come up with a name. He had his already picked when we met him, and when he said his name, which he did all the time, it was like you could hear the capital M’s.
M-ighty! M-an!
Not the cringiest of names, to be fair, and he was proud of it.
Anyway, I should tell you how the four of us got together.
Phil, I mean, Mighty Man, put a video out online. You’ve probably seen it. In it, he’s wearing a white overall with two red M’s painted on the chest, and he has a red cape on. A red cape with the curtain pleats clearly visible at the bottom, I should add. He’s in a parking lot, or actually flying around above it at first before he lands by a forklift. He grabs it with one hand and lifts it off the ground, and then he looks into the camera, smiles, and says, “Do you have superpowers like me? Then contact me, and let’s save this world together!”
And he practically sings the last words. “Saaave this wooorld too-ge-ther.”
The comments below the video were ruthless.
‘OMG, what a retard.’
‘That’s so lame.’
‘Obviously fake. Try harder, dumbass.’
Stuff like that. I thought it was pretty lame too, but it didn’t look fake to me.
And it didn’t look fake to Ava, that’s Robust Woman to you, and Melanie, aka Fire Girl either.
We were the only ones to contact him, and we met up in Mighty Man’s lair, to the uninitiated known as Phil’s basement, and the four of us got along quite well right from the start. Spent most evenings listening to Phil’s police radio, eating pizza, and designing superhero outfits. We girls never got around to wearing anything but our running clothes, though. Yoga pants or half tights, and sports bras.
Ava found a bandana from Right Western, which of course already had a pretty cool RW logo on it, and she rocked it, but if anyone of you is a copyright lawyer or something like that, I swear it was just a random thing, she just really liked the bandana, that’s all.
So here’s another thing about the superhero thing, there’s not really anything to do. You end up chasing pickpockets and wife beaters, and that’s if you get there before the police do, and if you do you just grab the bad guy by the collar and take him to the police station.
You see, here’s a fun fact, there aren’t any scary mutant villains scheming to take over the world.
Except for those folks in Congress, sure, but come on. Just, I don’t know, ‘Don’t Forget To Vote’, or something.
And yet another thing about the superhero thing is it’s dangerous. Sounds stupid? Tell that to Mighty Man. We’d been The Four (short version sounds at least a little bit better) for about a month when we heard on the police radio there was someone robbing a gas station, and we went ‘Swoosh!’ over there. Mighty Man’s powers were, as you probably figured out from his video, super strength and that he can fly. Just like Superman, right?
Except Phil wasn’t bulletproof.
So we get there, and we’re on the sidewalk across the street, Phil flies up and then does his superhero landing right in front of the robber as he’s coming out of the gas station. He crosses his arms and goes “M-ighty! M-an! Is here!” and ‘Bam!’.
The guy puts a bullet right between Phil’s eyes.
The back of his head explodes and he falls down like he’s one of those puppets on a string and someone just cut the string. The robber runs off, and what do you think the three of us do? Chase after him and with rightful rage avenge Mighty Man’s untimely demise?
Well, close. Robust Woman covers her mouth with both hands and then she chucks up every bit of that pepperoni and pineapple pizza we’d just had between her fingers, Fire Girl goes white as snow and then passes out, tumbling to the ground without a sound, and I just can’t stop screaming.
I’m grabbing my hair and screaming like some shitty scary movie actress for I don’t know how long until the screams turn into “Oh fuck!” and “Oh shit!” and “Holy Fuck! Holy fucking fuck shit!” and then I grab Robust Woman and shake her and shout, “We gotta go! For fuck’s sake, pull yourself together and let’s get out of here!”
She’s got puke all over her hands and face and on her boobs when she picks up Fire Girl and we run.
We run because the only one of us who can fly is dead, and Fire Girl, who can teleport herself and everyone she’s touching, and also move things with her mind and take control of other people’s minds and some other things like that (and now you’re thinking ‘Why is she called Fire Girl if that’s what she does?’, but we just picked words out of bowls, remember?), is passed out.
Luckily, Robust Woman has super strength too. She can’t fly though, and now we’re kinda guessing she isn’t bulletproof either, but she’s even stronger than Phil is, I mean was, so she’s carrying Fire Girl, and we run until we get to Phil’s basement, I mean, Mighty Man’s basement. I mean, lair.
Ugh, you have no idea how confusing this whole alter ego, secret identity business is. I don’t know how those other guys do it. The bad guy runs through a dark alley and something grabs him and lifts him way up and he screams, “Aah! Who are you!?”
And a deep, growling voice goes, “I’m Bruce Wayne. Shit, I mean Batman.”
Just doesn’t happen.
It happened to Mel once though, and it’s kind of a funny story. This cute girl tried to pick her up at a bar she goes to. She sits down on the stool next to her and says, “Hey, beautiful. I’m Blaise.”
And Mel says, “I’m Fire…” and then goes completely dumb. The girl just stares at her for a second and walks away.
Anyway, thus was the tale of the death of Mighty Man and how we decided to not be superheroes. I probably started at the wrong end of this story, but I’m getting to the origin part now.
After all that, we got all our stuff out of Phil’s place quick, and Ava’s living room became our new lair. We talked about what we should do now. Being heroes was completely out of the question. We actually thought about becoming supervillains instead. We could easily rob a bank or something with the stuff we could do, but with our luck, we’d probably get killed by the police on our first attempt.
So finally we decided to just have fun. The kind of fun only three girls like us could have. And it all started because of this amazing thing Mel could do.
We were talking about something that we’d actually never talked about before, how we all got our superpowers.
We had probably all been born with it, is really all we could figure out. None of us had been in a lab accident or been bitten by a radioactive bug or anything like that.
Ava had been bitten by a camel once, on a safari with her husband before her divorce, but she had been super strong for years before that, so that bite had no effect, although she does have two huge, beautiful humps now.
Get it?
I’m kidding, she had those before too.
As I said, we decided we had probably been born with it, and so we talked about how we discovered our powers instead, and we realized that for all of us, it was when going through puberty and our teens. That’s when your brain changes and goes through all kinds of crazy stuff, right? And so that’s probably what made our powers materialize.
Ava told us she found out how strong she was when she had had a fight with her boyfriend, and they had broken up. She had walked through a forest on her way home, crying and being angry, and she had sat down on a rock and she had grabbed what she thought was just a broken-off branch on the ground. But it was actually part of the root of a giant oak, and when she had lifted it the whole fucking tree followed.
“So I’m standing there,” she said, “with the biggest tree in the forest in my hand, holding it above my head and I can barely even feel the weight of this thing, and all I can think about is how can I use this to get Craig back.”’
Mel and I both laughed and then I turned to Mel and said, “What about you?” but she blushed really bad.
“Oh, can’t you go first?”
And I just realized I haven’t even told you guys what my superpower is, so here goes.
I can become invisible. Now you see me, poof, now you don’t.
Cool, huh? That means as a superhero I can kick all of your asses.
In hide-and-seek.
And that’s it really. Oh, and I have to be naked to do it too. I can turn invisible, but not my clothes or anything, not even my lipstick or nail polish or anything like that. And if I bleed when I’m invisible, the blood becomes visible as soon as it leaves my body. Same thing if I pee, or, you know.
Too much information, I know. Sorry.
I discovered what I can do sort of gradually, and it freaked me out at first. One of the first things that happened was one time when I was seventeen and I was in the shower, and I hadn’t locked the door because I thought I was home alone. Mom suddenly walked in, and she was angry about something. I didn’t know what it was then, but apparently, I had borrowed her car and now it was parked in the driveway with a flat tire. I hadn’t noticed, and I still have no idea what had happened to it.
Anyway, she rushes into the bathroom, shouting my name.
“Amanda! Amanda! What the hell?”
She stares right at me, and I’m trying to cover myself but I’m too stunned to say anything. She walks up to the shower, opens the door just enough to stick her arm in and turn the water off, and then she turns around and leaves, shouting, “Amanda, where the hell are you, and why the hell haven’t you turned the shower off!?”
Now don’t tell me that wouldn’t have freaked you out too.
The next thing that happened was even freakier.
I’m in bed with this girl, Carrie, and she’s eating me out. She has her eyes closed and I do too, and I’m about to come when she suddenly screams, “Eeeeee!” and I jolt up. She jumps off the end of the bed, stumbles backward, falls down, and knocks her head on the edge of my desk.
She’s out cold for a few seconds before I can shake her awake.
“What happened?” I say. She’s actually trying to push herself away from me, but the desk is in the way.
“You were gone,” she says, over and over. “You were gone.”
I managed to convince her she imagined the whole thing, but that was the first and last time she ever ate my pussy. As far as I know, she never ate pussy again after that.
I’m truly sorry, Carrie. If you’re reading this.
So that’s when I realized something was going on, and I had to try to make it happen again. I would stand in front of the mirror and chant, “Be invisible. Disappear. Become invisible.”
But I couldn’t do it, and I soon gave up, thinking the whole thing was just stupid and Mom and Carrie just needed to have their eyes checked or something. But then I remembered I had been masturbating in the shower when Mom had walked in, and I thought maybe that’s what triggers it.
So I stood in front of the mirror and started to touch myself. It took me quite a while to get into it, I couldn’t get any fantasies going or anything, I was too hung up on checking to see if I could see myself fading or anything like that and I really just flicked away on my clit and pulled my nipples, totally uninspired.
But there are limits to how long you can keep doing that before things just start happening on their own and so after a while, all I cared about was making myself come.
And that’s when it happened.
It was like I had just blinked a couple of times at first, I was gone and then I was back, gone and back, and then I was gone and I stayed gone.
Even though I was expecting it, kind of, I couldn’t believe it. I could see right through me, it was like I wasn’t there and let me tell you, looking straight into a mirror that’s right in front of you and not seeing anything but the room behind you is the freakiest thing imaginable.
Nothing even comes close.
I walked closer, and still nothing. I thought maybe I could see something, it was like a gray mist bobbing in the air where my head was supposed to be, and I think it was my hairspray. Or maybe it was just dirt on the mirror.
I put my hands on it, and that mark that appears on the glass when you do that, the one that you normally don’t see until you take your hands away, was there right away.
I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to become visible again, and as soon as that thought had entered my mind I was back again. Just, blink and there I was.
There you are, sexy naked girl. Forgot all about that orgasm, didn’t you?
Yeah, I did.
“Your first thought was about your boyfriend,” I said to Ava. “Guess what my first thought was. ‘I’ll never have to lock my door when fucking myself again’. I did though, most times anyway, but the fact is these powers turned me into a real pervert for a long time.”
I should probably tell you all about that, but maybe next time. This is about the origin of The Forcible Three, remember?
Not that we ever called us that.
“Your turn, Mel,” I said.
“Oh,” she said. “Yeah, okay. After that, sure. You think you became a pervert? Whatever you did, it’s nothing compared to me.”
She started to tell us about how she first discovered how she could control people’s minds when she realized she could get her older sister to do stuff for her just by thinking about it. Stuff like cooking her breakfast or cleaning her room, or even buying her the dress she wanted. And one day she had made her sister drive off to get her a Big Mac, and she thought she was taking way too long.
She was just thinking where she might be. Still waiting in line? On her way home? And then suddenly she was in her sister’s car.
“It was like I had torn a muscle inside my brain or something,” she explained. “It actually hurt a little, but there I was. Not sitting next to my sister, or anything like that. I was driving her car, being her. I looked in the rearview mirror, and I had her face. I touched my face and I saw her touching her face, but it was me doing it and I could feel her hand on her face. And then suddenly I was back home again, as myself. When she came home she just gave me the food and went to bed, saying something about a migraine.”
She went on to tell us about her teleportation powers. She had been walking their dog in a park, and she picked up a stick to play fetch.
“I wanted to throw it as far as possible, just for no reason, and I aimed for this trash can way at the other end of the park. There was no way I was going to throw that far, I just aimed that way, really. So I have this trash can in my head and I throw the stick as hard as I can, and suddenly there’s this disk of soft blue light hovering in the air in front of me as I throw it, and the stick goes through it and disappears. At the same time another disk just like it had appeared by the trash can, and as the stick disappears into the first one it comes out of the second one and hits the trash can. Whack!”
She claps her hands together to imitate the sound.
“As if I had been standing next to it as I threw it. Slinky, our dog, is like, ‘What the fuck just happened?!’ for a second, but then he takes off after it. I’m more like, ‘Oh cool, another thing I can do’, by then.”
She told us that being able to move objects with her mind was the one thing she had been able to do all her life, or at least as far back as she could remember. She actually thought it was normal, something everyone could do. But she stopped doing it because her parents had more or less had nervous breakdowns every time.
“They thought we had a poltergeist or something.”
Mel sat back on the couch, acting as if she was done with her recountal. Ava and I looked at each other and then at her.
“Well?” we both said.
“Well, what?”
“Where’s the part where you turned into a freak and a pervert?” I said.
“Oh, right. Yeah, that’s more about what I did with what I could do, later.”
“We’re listening.”
She looked at us for a while, and then she said, “How about I just show you instead?”
None of us had a problem with that, so Mel stood up and took her clothes off, all of them, even her underwear. Then she pushed the coffee table out of the way, turned around with her back to us and got down on her knees in front of the couch, and spread her legs wide. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t getting more than a little bit turned on by it all.
“Check this out,” she said, and then she waved her right hand and created one of those blue disks in front of her, and at the same time, one appeared just above the floor between her legs. She leaned forward, putting her head and her arms and most of her upper body through the disk, and as she did, her head and then her arms and then her upper body immediately came out of the disk between her legs.
Ava and I both jumped out of our seats, startled.
“Oh god!”
“Holy shit!”
Mel, the part of her that was now on the floor, turned halfway and looked at us and winked, and as she twisted her body the part of her that was still on the couch twisted with her.
Then she turned back, grabbed her own ass cheeks and her pussy lips, pulled them apart, and started to lick herself.
I don’t know if you can even picture it, but she was basically sixty-nining herself. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Mel was, of course, loving it. She came in less than a minute, and it was amazing to watch. The way she was moaning and panting into her own pussy because of the way she herself was licking it, and, when her orgasm ripped through her, the way she was trying to get away from herself and pulling herself closer to herself at the same time.
It felt as if my pussy was about to explode. I looked over at Ava, and she had already stuck her hand down her pants and was masturbating, so I pulled my pants and panties down to my knees and started to fuck myself too. I looked back at Mel, and I was so envious.
Imagine growing up being able to do that. I’d never leave my room.
When Mel’s orgasm was over, she sat up. That is, she crawled back out of those blue disks and was whole again, on the couch, and the disks disappeared. She was still on her knees, with her back to us, leaning on the backrest panting and heaving for a while before she turned around, smiling.
“Cool, huh?”
Only then did she realize what Ava and I were doing, and her smile grew.
“Who wants to try?” she said, and just the thought of doing that to myself made me come right away.
And because I did, Ava beat me to it.
“I do!” she almost shouted and quickly stepped out of her pants.
Mel beckoned her to her with her hand.
“How do you want to do it?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
Ava sat down, and Mel got up.
“Sit at the far end,” she said, “and put your feet up on the couch.”
When Ava had done that, Mel knelt beside her and waved her hand. The blue disks returned, one right behind Ava’s back and one on the couch. It seemed to be laying on the cushions like a blanket under her knees, it even seemed to follow the contours of it.
Mel spun her finger in a circle above it and the disk rotated half a turn.
“Spread your legs, and then just lay back,” she said. “But you should close your eyes as you go through. Your brain will have a hard time processing it the first few seconds.”
Clearly nervous, Ava spread her legs, closed her eyes and leaned back, and disappeared into the disk. Simultaneously she rose up from the one between her knees, facing herself, and it looked like she was coming out of the water after a swim, with the back of her head first breaking the surface that was the blue light, then her shoulders and her arms until her upper body was sticking out through the cushions to just below her boobs.
“Now take a deep breath, and stay calm or you’ll literally be kicking yourself,” Mel said. “And… open your eyes.”
Ava did as she said and opened her eyes, and stared right into her own pussy,
She gasped, “Oh, wow!”
“Can I touch it?” she said.
Mel chuckled.
“It’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it.”
Carefully, as if she was afraid it was hot enough to burn her, and, maybe it was, she put the tip of her index finger on it. I could see her flinch, both parts of her, as she shrieked, “Oh my god!”
Mel leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Taste it,” she whispered.
Imagine a child who tries something for the first time, something she’s afraid she won’t like so she’s hesitant and barely nibbles at first, and then she realizes it’s her new favorite thing, and she greedily gobbles it down.
It was exactly like that. Soon she was grabbing around her own thighs and passionately and fervidly licking and sucking every bit and part of her pussy.
I don’t remember how many times she came, four or five at least, and in between every orgasm she took a short breather, resting her head on her thigh, and then she was at it again.
Mel stayed with her for a while, watching her and caressing her now and then, but then she stood up and came to me. We kissed, and as Ava couldn’t care less what was happening around her, Mel and I fucked each other right there on Ava’s living room floor.
The normal way, nothing super about it.
Well, that’s not true, it was super, but you know what I mean.
And I got to try the Mel magic later.
And that’s the story of The Forcible Three and how we found and used our real abilities and powers.
For the good of mankind, is a stretch, I guess, but we had fun.
And so did a few other people we met later.
Seems we found something to be between superhero and supervillain after all.
