<!Kal El & Kara>
<!By PGLoverX@yahoo.com>
<! Buffed-out Power Girl teaches Superman about "Girl Power">
Kal El & Kara
(DC Comics fans: accuracy disclaimer at end of this story)
Power Girl had called Superman, asking him to meet at her new Metropolis penthouse for a "personal conversation". He flew through Metropolis at an easy pace.
Kal El hadn't heard from his cousin in months, so he was anxious to catch up with her, being the only other Kryptonian in the solar system. She always made him uneasy, though. He felt the need to be very protective of her and offer her his "fatherly" guidance, but he was also powerfully attracted to her in a sexual way. He fought great internal struggles against his base male impulses. She is about the only humanoid female being that he could have sex with without accidentally injuring or killing in a fit of passion, and seeing her always kicked his biological drive to procreate into high gear. He completely understood how wrong it was for him to want her, but she was just so HOT. Her face and body are gorgeous of course, and then there are her tremendous boobs ' possibly the best he'd ever seen, on any humanoid species. Why did she have to flaunt herself like that ' her costume was so revealing it was almost scandalous. On top of all that, she was such a bad girl. As she developed into a woman, he always struggled to keep her on the straight and narrow, though he never had any doubt that she was a good person. There was no denying that she was exactly the kind of girl Jonathan and Martha Kent would have warned him against. Even though Kal El was an extremely mature and responsible adult, are any of us ever truly free of that desire to rebel against our parents' attempts to civilize us?
Kal El wondered why Kara was now living in a ritzy penthouse rather than her old brownstone apartment. A few months ago as Clark Kent, he called the electronics firm where "Karen Starr" (Kara) worked as a computer programmer, only to find out that she had been on sabbatical for 2-3 months already. A visit to her (then) apartment showed that somebody else had recently moved in and she was gone, leaving no forwarding address.
As he started his final descent to Kara's penthouse, he used his X-ray vision to locate her inside, but was unable to see through the walls ' "she must have lined the walls with lead! I wonder why she would do that?" he thought. He then tried to see through the windows and curtains, only to find that his X-ray vision was greatly reduced even through that "Great Scott ' her window glass is lead crystal!?" She seemed to have gone to great lengths to keep him from seeing inside.
He landed gracefully on the terracotta balcony and knocked on the sliding glass door. "Door's open ' come on in." he heard her husky voice call from inside. He opened and stepped through the door, sweeping the expensive embroidered velvet drape aside. She was standing at the wetbar with her back to him. She looked to be fixing a drink, which he thought odd, since neither of them drank alcohol due to the negative ramifications this might have on kids who looked up to them. She appeared to be wearing her costume as he was his, only there were a couple changes he immediately noticed: blue boots were now stiletto-heeled leather and her cape was off. He had to blink his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things, because she looked remarkably muscular from behind: her legs, traps and neck were far thicker than he remembered, and he could see powerful back muscles ripple beneath her costume. It appeared to him that, even accounting for the stiletto heels, she'd grown a bit taller since he'd last seen her ' not unusual since he'd last seen her just shortly after her 17th birthday ' it's possible she'd be slightly taller now that she was nearly 20. He also saw what appeared to be a colorful dragon tattoo on her left thigh ' also new, and he thought very trashy and un-ladylike.
She said over her shoulder "have a seat Kal ' can I get you whiskey or beer?"
He was surprised "Kara ' I think you know I frown on alcohol use for role models such as you and I."
She gave a short laugh "Yes I know cousin, but then that was always your belief, not mine."
He said "I thought I knew you well- maybe I was wrong."
She turned with a martini glass in her hand and headed for the leather sofa across from the chair he was using "You might find that you hardly know me at all after tonight, Supes!"
When he caught a look at her from the front, he almost lost composure. Her body has clearly been utterly transformed ' not only was she taller, but her body just dripped with muscular power ' her arms were astoundingly large and powerful looking, with enormous striated shoulders and powerful upper arms and forearms. The thick veins on her arms were even evident through the tight cloth of her costume. Her stomach now appeared to be hammered out of iron by some Rennaissance sculptor. Her chest now almost defied description, with thick striated slabs of pectoral muscle supporting her enormous womanly breasts, which now looked far more impressive somehow. Her costume had undergone some changes at the front too, and now showed even more skin. As he looked closer, he saw that the material of her new costume was slightly sheer, her big nipples were obvious, and her large dark areolae were barely visible through the cloth. He wiped a bit of sweat from his upper lip.
She laughed throatily as she set her drink down on the coffee table. "I can see by your open-mouthed stare that you're shocked by my new physique. She struck a double-biceps pose and asked with an arched eyebrow "You like?", her biceps swelling up massively.
Kal El felt instantly intimidated and at the same time, got an erection that he was worried would poke a hole in his red Superman briefs. He quickly crossed his legs to try and hide his condition, but the awkward movement did not go unnoticed by the ultra-buff Power Girl. He knew instantly that her musculature put his to shame. It was a certainty that her arms now were far larger than his and more powerfully developed, and that held true as far as he could tell for her whole body now.
She started slowly sauntering around him, forcing him to crane his neck to follow her fabulous form, and said "You see, Clarkie, I've known for a long time that you were pretty much a paper tiger. You may have the earthlings convinced here that you're some manly powerful force of the solar system, and for them, it may be true enough. But it's been obvious to me for some time that, as Kryptonian men go, you are pretty much a wimp, or certainly no more powerful than the average Kryptonian would be. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of a drawer in a side-table, and lit one, blowing a big cloud of white smoke out over her head. Her eyes blazed into his intensely as she did this, without even blinking. She was issuing a silent challenge to him to object to her defiance of his sense of "morality" and propriety.
Kal El started to rise from his seat, pointing his finger at her and exclaimed "Kara! There's another thing ' you shouldn't be sm-" Her anger-charged eyes flashed at him "Shut the fuck up, and sit down before I KNOCK you down! I do as I please and decide on my own what is right for me, you pompous hypocrite!!!" She shook perceptibly with rage. Superman meekly sat back down and swallowed his sense of humiliation at being verbally slapped around. Sometimes he was a little afraid of Kara and her feminine rages. She relaxed and visibly regained her composure.
She began circling him again "You have lectured and chided me for years, and I gradually got tired of the posturing and vanity from a man who really wasn't much of one. I realized that, if an Earth woman could pump iron and work out to the point that she out-muscled most of the male specimens of her species, I could do the same. Of course I'm talking about the female bodybuilding trend here on Earth. Some of these women train their bodies with such dedication, that the average man can't possibly hope to compete with their muscular strength, in spite of hormonal and genetic advantages. So I did the same thing they did ' I pumped iron. Well that's metaphorical ' I couldn't possibly find a challenge in any Earthly exercise equipment. So I pumped huge boulders, and mountains, and then asteroids and even planetoids- finally becoming what you see here: a Kryptonian female so muscular and powerful that a man such as yourself cannot possibly compete with me."
Superman had listened to most of that speech with his arms folded and a smirk on his face, having regained his male arrogance rather quickly, even though the erection of his under-utilized male member still raged.
"I can see you're still skeptical, nancy-boy, so I'll go further. I didn't just stop at building mountains of female Kryptonian muscle. There has been much more to my training. The other realization I had was that you really don't know anything about fighting. You are able to beat the villains you have by superior Kryptonian physical abilities, not because you are some master of the fighting arts. I think you pretty much have one punch, am I right? The "haymaker" ' ha ha. That's pathetic. If a modern boxer or martial artist were given Kryptonian advantages, they would wipe the floor with you ' you would have no idea how to deal with them. So I enlisted the training skills of 6 world-renowned fighting masters, in the arts of jiu-jitsu, boxing, kung-fu, tae kwon do, wrestling and "UFC" Ultimate Fighting Championship" tournaments to teach me what they know. Because of my natural gifts and physical abilities, they could not match me, the student, even at the beginning. But we developed a method of effective teaching so that in spite of my physical superiority, I could learn their art and skills from them. I learned easily and quickly, and have been granted with top ranking in all those arts that have ranking systems. I am truly a master, or mistress of these martial arts."
Kal El was still trying to absorb all this ' it was hard to believe, and even harder to accept- but she continued. "Their motivation to help me was financial ' they were paid in diamonds, which is how I paid for all this" she indicated the lavish penthouse apartment "and more."
"Diamonds, Kara ' how- ?" he exclaimed.
"Oh, don't act so surprised, Clarkie
' I'm sure you can figure out exactly
how I did it. You know the trick I used. A bag of
Kal El shrugged - he had a hard time arguing with that, but he did believe it was wrong for them to profit personally from their powers.
Kara capriciously plopped herself down on the arm of the chair he was sitting in, leaned in and patronizingly stroked his hair "Oh Clarkie ' you're going to have to accept that this is an evolving world, and you can't expect to be "top dog" forever." He was beginning to think that she was trying to convey a subtle threat to him that he'd better not dare to object to her new lifestyle, or she'd be forced to put him in his place ' as the inferior male he was. Now seeing so close she was almost on top of him, the combination of her extraordinary muscularity and feminine curves was overpowering. He started wondering what it might be like to be under her power, serving at her whim. She smelled so wonderful, and his eyes got lost in all the intricate details of her amazing body.
She stood up quickly and strolled back toward the wet bar, leaving him staring at her shapely muscular butt. She removed her gloves and rolled up her sleeves leaning against the solid marble counter. Beckoning him over with a french-manicured fingernail, she said "Well, come on over and I'll prove it to you." He wasn't sure what she had in mind, but he came over, tentatively. With her high-heeled boots, she was 2" taller than Superman. She slid over next to him and said "Come on, flex for me sport ' let's see one of those powerful biceps."
He grudgingly did so ' he was very proud of his might, and his arm was suitably impressive. Kara laughed "Oh jesus ' it that all you've got?" Now she was being nasty. "Here ' let me show you some real muscle!" She expanded her powerful chest and flexed her right bicep ' her muscles bulged and rippled everywhere. While Kal's arm was about 16", it looked to him like hers was nearly 19", ripped to shreds and hard as steel. She held it right under his nose ' he could see all the striations, ripples and veins close up. Her massive chest made him look like an anemic boy. She took a drag off her cigarette and blew a stream of smoke in his face, smiling cruelly.
He shoved her and angrily snarled "Kara, this is crap! I am Superman! I don't care how much you've worked out or trained ' I am a man, no the man ' the man of steel!" With great machismo, he planted his elbow on the counter so hard he broke a chunk of marble off the edge. His jaw was clenched and his face was reddening.
Kara stifled a belly laugh "YOU want to arm-wrestle ME?! Well hallelujah! I am going to have fun with this! She set her elbow on the countertop, and gripped his hand in hers, squeezing so hard he felt the bones in his hand grinding together. She smiled coquettishly as he gritted his teeth in pain and tried to re-grip unsuccessfully because she would not relax her grip. She took a big drag on her cigarette. Before she had time to exhale, he said "Ready, Go!" and started straining against her arm. Kara didn't even flinch, and her arm didn't budge. She smiled broadly and slowly blew the smoke out right in his face. He continued to strain, and glowered at her, the big veins of his neck standing out sharply. She raised her eyebrows quizzically, laughed and said "Ready?" Then she forced his arm to the marble surface, paused, and continued to press, breaking the 4" marble slab into several large pieces. Kal El tried to free his hand, but she wouldn't let go and forced his arm all the way down to the floor, through the wooden structure of the wet bar, splintering the furniture into a pile of debris. Superman was forced to fall off his barstool and contort his body to keep his arm from being broken.
She brushed the marble dust and splinters off herself and gave a low whistle, "I guess I'll need another bag of charcoal to pay for this".
Superman jumped up and launched a desperate punch at Power Girl's jaw. She easily slipped that and caught his wrist, twisting his arm up severely behind his back in a tight hammerlock. Her big left arm encircled his neck to complete the immobilizing hold, her huge boobs partially flattening against his back. As he struggled against her powerful arms, she nibbled on his ear playfully "Little man, you shouldn't get so angry ' I might have to break something to control you," punctuating her statement by levering his arm up with such force, it nearly broke. Superman stopped struggling to protect his arm.
"Now that's a smart boy," she snickered "it would have been very embarassing for you to have to explain your cast." She looked down over his heaving chest, and saw his erection in full effect. "Hmmm, Clarkie ' do you have a domination fetish or something? You seem verrry happy to be in this predicament." She rubbed her big boobs into his back some more, shifted her left hand down to his package, and started roughly massaging his balls. He struggled furiously to no avail, until she felt his ejaculation. She shoved him to the floor, kicking his butt with the toe of her boot as he fell, and nearly doubled over laughing.
Kal El got up and whirled angrily to face her, but when she saw the big messy stain on his crotch, she pointed and started laughing harder. When Superman looked down and saw what she was pointing at, he felt embarassed, but his anger seethed even stronger, until his normal clear thinking was all but obliterated. He just HAD to put her in her place. He launched himself at her, attempting to bring her down in a full tackle. He was way too slow. As he reached her, she grabbed a handful of cape at his neck with her left hand and pulled downward while she brought her right fist up from close to floor level into his unprotected stomach with nearly all her force. There was a deafening boom from her fist as it passed the speed of sound. She dangled Kal at arm's length off the floor by his cape for 10 seconds or so as his fetally-curled body gasped to catch its breath, then she dropped him to the floor. This was the hardest Superman had ever been hit, and he rolled on the floor helplessly fighting unconsciousness and the desire to vomit.
"Wow, Clarkie ' that one broke some ribs I'm pretty sure." She used her x-ray vision to confirm. "Yes, looks like the right side, 6th and 7th ' clean breaks. Thanks for the opportunity!" She sauntered over to the side-table to light another cigarette and take another sip of her martini.
Barely decipherable words were heard through Superman's guttural gasps for breath "You- acchhheeah- bi- b-bitchhh- eeaaahych!"
Kara took a comfortable seat with her drink and cigarette
and put her feet up as he labored to recover. "
Within about five minutes, Kal El had gotten himself together and was breathing normally. He stood a little stiffly, as his right side burned like fire and spasmed every few seconds. As tough as he was, he was still expecting to finish the fight, though he was still shaky.
Kara set her drink and cigarette down and squared her powerful body up to him. "Ready for round two, pussy? Cause I'm ready to kick your ass again. Look, I'll do it with one hand behind my back to make it fair." She planted her left palm on her gorgeous ass, and beckoned him with her right forefinger. Kal, angered, swung a hard left at her head. She leaned back just enough to slip it, and swatted his arm away with her right hand hard enough to make him lose balance. As he recovered, her open hand shot out like a cobra and slapped him hard in the face before he could react. She followed with a back-handed slap to the other side of his face that sent him sliding across the tiled floor on his side.
"Whew ' that looked like it hurt! Ready for some more ass-kicking?" She marched over to him and stepped on his wrist so he couldn't get up and fired a powerful right jab into his temple. He rolled away from her and lurched to his feet, fists up. Both cheeks were crimson red and raw looking.
He launched himself at her again, attempting to grab her throat with both hands. She cleverly side-stepped him and snapped a solid roundhouse kick into his gut, folding him in half again. He hunched over on all fours, spitting up blood and gagging. She said "Oh my god! Do I have to wait for you again?!? This is getting borrrr ' ring!"
He pulled himself up and wiped his mouth, then snapped a left jab at her head. She blocked, caught his wrist and executed a perfect flip-takedown, ending with Kal El flat on his stomach, his arm trapped in a basic kote mawashi wrist lock. Kara sat on her rear, his arm pulled straight up between her legs, with her stilettos dug into his ribs and neck. "Now it would be sooo easy for me to snap your arm right now. Notice how you are completely helpless?" She exerted just a little extra torquing pressure on his wrist and he groaned loudly, pounding the floor with his fist. "Unfortunately, that would be too easy, and I am so enjoying drawing this fight out-" She released his wrist and kicked him away, kick-flipping herself back to her feet.
He struggled to his feet, coughing and massaging his wrist and elbow. "I am impressed with your tenacity, Clarkie. Of course, that's probably just stupidity ' not knowing when you are out of your league." She walked nonchalantly over to him and said "Y'know, I am almost starting to feel sorry for you ' you haven't hit me with even one shot yet. Tell ya what ' you get a freebie. Take your best shot. I won't duck or block." Without hesitation he grabbed her right shoulder and slammed his best right hook into her midsection. She stepped back a half-step without bending over at all, her facial expression never changing. He glanced down at his knuckles, which were now skinned and a little bloody- with his blood. "Boy that was just a big disappointment Clarkie ' I thought I was taking a real gamble with that offer. Was I wrong! O ' kayyyyy- now it's MY turn." She made a big show of placing her left palm on her hip again to show she was using only one hand. She feinted left with her free hand, then grabbed his costume at the left shoulder and yanked him forward and down. Her right knee came up into his chest, lifting him off his feet with the impact. His costume ripped at the chest and shoulder. She dropped him to the floor where he lay in a near-fetal position again, grunting in pain.
"Bad news,
Once he had rolled back to his feet, Power Girl flexed her big guns at him and blew him a sexy kiss to rile him up. He lunged and launched a flurry of hard punches at her that she managed to block, parry and slip easily, still using only her right hand. He was slowed down a bit by his cracked ribs. She "tapped" him with her right knuckle under the arm on his right side, and he immediately twisted to try and protect his damaged side, which was what she counted on. She stomped on his lead foot to hold him in place and delivered, in sequence: right rising elbow strike to his chin, right cross elbow strike to the side of his head and right cross to the center of his face. They all landed, and with devastating impact. His nose was broken, several teeth were knocked out and the left side of his face had severe tissue damage. He tottered there for a moment, unsteady. She passed to his right and delivered a stomp to the outside of his left knee, collapsing him to the floor.
He lay there moaning and holding his face, which was a bloody mess, as she wiped her bloody hand on his cape. "Clarkie, Clarkie, Clarkie- you are so stubborn. I am just your superior in every way. You need to accept that fact." She flipped him onto his back and straddled him in a dominating schoolboy pin. She expanded her massively muscular chest and flexed her enormous arms for him again. "This spectacular female body is more powerful than yours could ever possibly be, even with training ' I just don't think you have the genetics for it. You're a little girl compared to me, and should probably be wearing little cotton panties and a skirt instead of superhero tights." He turned his head weakly to the side and he saw the dragon tattoo on her massive thigh up close, but could not focus on it, since his eyes were bloodshot and tearing up. "I just made you my bitch, Clarkie ' face it."
Oh,
"Wowwww- that was great! But Clarkie ' if you could only see yourself now: torn, cum-stained costume, bloody, snaggle-toothed, shaking in fear, and pinned helplessly by a girl- you'd have to ask yourself "am I worthy to be called the Man of Steel? Or am I maybe just a sad pathetic loser whose abilities are over-rated, and who is really just a frightened little boy at his core?'. Regardless, it's time to finish this fight and say goodbye to a fallen hero". He started bucking and struggling furiously, but Kara was able to keep him pinned easily nonetheless. She punched his face repeatedly until it was swollen and barely recognizable ' certainly not as a man once considered very handsome. As he passed into unconsciousness, she wondered how bad the permanent facial scarring would be, since no plastic surgeon had tools that could cut, staple or sew that (nearly) invulnerable skin. She tossed his limp, broken body onto her broad shoulder and walked out onto the balcony. It was a clear, starry night, with no moon. She grabbed an ankle, swung him around for a revolution or two, and hurled him into space with all her might. He would be far outside the solar system by the time he regained consciousness. She walked back inside, poured herself another martini and lit another cigarette as she wondered which "superhero" she would pick next.
The End- for now
Accuracy Disclaimer:
Yes, yes ' I know I have it all wrong. The cousin of Superman on Earth One is Kara/Supergirl, not Kara/Power Girl, but how hot is Supergirl compared to Power Girl? So I took that liberty, and probably many others in order to try and create a better story, not maintain 100% DC Comics accuracy. At least it's a better story for me, and hopefully for most of you, too.
If you have other story ideas involving PG or similar subjects, let me know at PGLoverX@yahoo.com and if I like them and have time, I will give it a try.