What Savage Breast
(cue sinister music)
by Doctor Mercurious
Author’s Note: Fire, Ice, Dark Iguana, and Supermegatopia are all copyrights of the Brothers Grim. No Stealie!
In a small studio apartment located in the bad section of Supermegatopia, a red squirrel finished painting her floor. Perhaps that was not an unusual event, but none of them ever painted an inverted pentagram on their floors with their hands. And even if they did, it would be doubtful such an undertaking would be performed nude.
The squirrel finished the last stroke and stood up, wet redness dripping from her fingers. “Finally,” Sarah Spathic sighed. She flicked her hands several times to get the excess drops off and picked up a large, heavy yellow book on the floor; the title DEMONOLOGY FOR DUMMIES glimmered on the cover. “Never thought it would take that long.” She leafed through it “Let’s see…Mammaron, Mammaron…ah! Here we go.” She slammed the book shut. “Simple enough incantation.”
Sarah cleared her throat, ready to chant, and paused; by sheer force of habit, she looked down at her breasts – or rather, near-lack of them. It wasn’t fair! All the women in her family were well endowed except for her. She was sick and tired of being mistaken for a guy; sure, her hips and ass were well rounded, but men’s gazes never seemed to drop that far. Having a diminished bust line had even cost her job at the Supermegatopia Kiwi Processing Factory (Financial Division); never mind what her boss had said about tardiness. She knew the truth.
Sarah cleared her throat once again and chanted the incantation aloud. Immediately a point in the air directly above the center of the pentagram thickened and grew dark. The darkness grew to become a pulsing pinkish mass the size of a cow, and a smell like burning tar filled the room. Two burning orbs ignited in front of the mass, and a slit appeared underneath; the slit opened to reveal rows of sharks’ teeth. “Who DARES summon Mammaron, Fell Lord of Flesh?” The voice was underscored by the faint screaming of multitudes in torment.
Sarah clapped enthusiastically. “Hey, nice entrance! Really, I got goose bumps!”
The flaming orbs glared at her. “You are really pushing your luck, puny morsel.”
“No I’m not.” She held aloft DEMONOLOGY FOR DUMMIES. “I have your secret name and if you don’t do what I say I’ll utter it aloud and cast it to the four winds.” To underscore the point, she casually tossed the book off to one side.
“Bah!” Mammaron cursed. “Damn the writer of that tome! If not for his culinary skills, he’d have never gotten my secret name!” He sighed mournfully. “Oh well; at least it was a good rum cake. Very well, what is thy bidding…Master?” The word ‘master’ sounded like it had been dragged out with a white-hot hook.
“That’s MISTRESS!” Sarah screeched. “And I want big breasts!”
“How original,” Mammaron muttered. Here he was, an infernal duke with the power to reshape living flesh in any way possible and even impossible, and what did everyone want from him? Either bigger breasts or bigger dicks; it was enough to make him bless. “Very well, I…wait a moment.” The demon grew a twitching nose. “Why do I smell tomatoes?”
“I couldn’t find any human blood for sale, so I used tomato paste for the pentagram,” Sarah dismissed. “What’s the difference? They’re both red and thick, right?”
Had Sarah been the observant type, she would have noted a glint in Mammaron’s orbs that suggested this was the last straw. “I see. Now, you realize once I grant your wish you have no more power over me?”
“Yes, yes,” the squirrel snapped. “Your name will vanish from the book and my memory whereupon you’ll return to the Abyss.”
“Just checking. Wouldn’t want to be accused of misleading my Mistress.” The fiery orbs suddenly flared brightly. “Very well…thy wish is granted!”
Sarah glanced down at her chest. She was about to say something about the lack of change, but the protest died in her throat as they suddenly expanded so that each was the size of a honeydew melon. The abrupt change in weight threw her off balance and she fell backwards, landing on her ass. “Oof!”
Mammaron formed a tentacle from behind him where the foolish mortal couldn’t see it and quickly snagged DEMONOLOGY FOR DUMMIES while she was distracted. “You like?”
Sarah hefted her new and improved assets. “I like! And they’re so firm…” She gave one nipple a firm squeeze.
A long slit of a mouth appeared directly under said nipple. “Ow! Warn a guy next time, wouldya?” It said.
Sarah shrieked. “What the Hell??”
“Exactly,” Mammaron smirked. “Permit me to introduce your Demonic Breast Implants, Zilli and Khone. They’re quite the pair, aren’t they?”
The same sort of mouth appeared on the other breast. “Heh heh heh, he said ‘pair’,” it sniggered.
“You are such a boob,” the first mouth snapped.
Sarah gaped. “You bastard! What did you do to me?”
“Heh heh heh, she said ‘bastard’,” her left breast chortled. Its nipple expanded and an eye appeared at the tip.
“Must you turn everything into a joke?” The right breast complained, growing its own eyeball.
“Shut up!” Sarah screamed, cupping both breasts to keep their mouths closed. She glared at Mammaron. “I may not remember your true name any longer, but I can always conjure up a more powerful demon to kick your ass if you don’t fix this!”
The demon held his stolen prize up. “Using what, may I ask?”
The squirrel’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that!”
“Actually, I can,” he corrected. “All a summoning circle does is protect a summoner from direct unprovoked physical harm.” The pleasantness in his voice vanished. “You can try to take it from me you like.”
Sarah weighed her extremely slim chances of defeating an infernal duke. She gulped. “Ummm…perhaps I’ve been a bit hasty.” Her breasts quivered in suppressed laughter.
“You think?” Mammaron snorted.
“Maybe we can work a deal,” Sarah pleaded.
“Wellll…I don’t know,” he hesitated. To himself he thought ‘gotcha’. Summoning a demon didn’t guarantee the forfeiture of a person’s soul to the Abyss, but striking a deal certainly did. “It would have to be a good deal.”
Inspiration struck the squirrel like a bolt of damnation. “If I hand over thirteen souls, would you give me the ability to alter any number of my attributes any way I want?”
“They’d have to be souls the Abyss wouldn’t be getting in due course,” Mammaron cautioned.
“How am I supposed to tell?”
He grew a muscular arm and pointed at her breasts. “Zilli and Khone will know. They also have other abilities which should provide useful.”
Sarah glanced down at their breasts; they bounced up and down firmly, in an attempt to nod. She let go of them. “Do I have a time frame?”
“Ooo, good question,” the right breast approved.
“Heh heh heh, she said ‘frame’,” the left one chortled.
A ripple coursed through the blob, the demon lord’s equivalent of a shrug. “I’ve always thought a deadline inspires prompt delivery but in this case I’ll make an exception.” Especially since you’re not getting ‘paid’ until I get my souls, he thought. If Mammaron was any judge of human nature, the squirrel wasn’t going to drag her feet. “Take as long as you need.”
Sarah thought of her old job. There had to be some people there not already heading southward. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be needing much time at all.” She smiled nastily.
#
Floor Supervisor Karl Karlson, grizzly employee of the Supermegatopia Kiwi Processing Factory (Financial Division), never gave much concern over walking around at work while talking on his cell phone; he only used it for business and tended to shout whenever he spoke on it so people had more than adequate warning to get out of his way. Needless to say, he was surprised when in the midst of one such call he collided with a wage-slave hugging a corner. The other fur didn’t have a chance against his girth and facefaulted. Karl scowled at him. “What in the name of Captain Kiwi--”
“Shhhhh!” Somehow the rabbit had managed to keep his attention focused on whatever had been distracting him. “Don’t scare them off!”
“Scare who?” Kevin replied in a tone only slightly softer than an explosion. His eyes shot forward to whatever had seized the wage-slave’s attention and immediately dipped into a pair of impressive cleavages. “Er?”
“Good morning, sir,” chimed two lovely and identical voices in unison.
“G’hai,” Karl managed as best he could with lust dangling from his jaw. “A’huayu?”
“I’m Fiona,” blurted one of the voices.
“I’m Isela,” added the other. “We’re new hires.”
“I’m horny I mean Harold,” the rabbit drooled.
“G’mohin, ‘ahais ah eashur -- ” the bear shook himself and his eyeballs crawled out of the warm crevasses reluctantly. “Ahem. It’s always a pleasure to meet fresh young additions to our department.” Especially additions like these two: identical twins with large expressive eyes, short and sleek blonde hair, and swivel hips -- and those magnetic breasts, of course. Even bringing his hormones under control didn’t defeat their power. “I’m sure you do it well – I mean you’ll do well.”
“Thank you,” they both chorused.
“No no, thank you,” the rabbit enthused.
A small portion of Kevin’s brain noted how closely the twins were pressed against each other as the stood side-by-side. Other portions relished how their breasts pressed against each other as they were standing and told the smaller portion to shut up. “You’re welcome. If you two need to know where anything is, let me know.” Please, his hormones begged.
“We’ve gotten a lot of help today already,” said the twin on his right.
“Yes, everyone’s been so helpful,” agreed the one on the left. “Well it was nice meeting you both; we don’t mean to run off but Mr. Karlson needs these copies immediately.”
“Not a problem,” Kevin declared, since this meant he’d get to see their butts. The rabbit groaned as the twins said goodbye and turned around. His gleeful eyes shot to their cute pert derrieres dancing in time to their steps.
“Oh, mamma,” the rabbit murmured.
Your mamma ain’t got nothing to do with those two, Kevin thought to himself. And if she does, I want pictures.
#
Fiona and Isela kept their poise up until they got back to their cubicle. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this,” Fiona murmured to her clone-twin.
“I told you we would,” Isela smiled. “No one sees past our breasts. All we have to do is keep wearing low-cut blouses and we’ll be fine!”
“At least until we run into women,” Fiona pointed out.
“They’ll be too busy inspecting us for signs of plastic surgery.” Isela leaned over and gave her sister a sisterly peck on the cheek.
“I suppose,” Fiona said as they sat down. She still couldn’t believe no one had even remarked on why they were always side-by-side, to say nothing about being joined by the shoulder – Fiona’s left and Isela’s right – with no inner arms. Maybe there was something to this ‘distraction’. “I hope it holds up.”
“You worry too much,” Isela assured her twin. Who would have thought it, she marveled to herself. Fiona had abilities over fire and heat but was reserved and a little too cautious; she, with powers over ice and cold, was wonderfully free and daring. Talk about a shattering of stereotypes. “Besides, Distraction Damsel’s built her whole career out of it.”
“And every time she get in a fight, she winds up in the hospital,” Fiona added.
Isela frowned. “You have a point.”
“And, while I’m on the subject of points,” she continued. “I must also point out, sister dear, that we’re falling behind on our quota. I know you enjoy having people ogle us, but we really need to cut down the trips to the water cooler.”
“You can be such a party-pooper,” Isela teased with good humor. Despite their differences the two of them always got along with each other, unlike the other Buxom clones. Perhaps their physical bond had something to do with it. “I suppose you’re right. It wouldn’t do to ride the ragged edge of disaster on our first day. We should wait at least a week.”
Fiona just sighed in response.
#
Gerald always told everyone who asked ‘what’s a good way to die’ the same thing: ‘while having sex, of course’. He wasn’t kidding either; the mink sincerely hoped when the Grim Reaper came for him, he’d be happily boinking away.
He was about to be disappointed.
Gerald stepped into the elevator in a post-noon daze with a sheath of paperwork to take upstairs. When he saw the half-naked woman waiting inside, naturally he didn’t believe she was real. What woman went out in public with thigh-high stiletto-heeled boots, thong, domino mask, and a leather top cut so low her breasts were completely bare? Even superheroines wore more clothes. She even smiled prettily at him. “Hello.”
His return smile was equal parts hopeful and disbelieving. “Um, hi?”
A bloodless gash opened up right under her left nipple and an impossibly long, whip-like tentacle shot out. It wrapped around his neck and with a quick jerk, snapped it. He died so quickly he didn’t have time to say ‘ow’.”
“Well?” Sarah asked Khone.
“He’s borderline,” her right breast mused. “My advice is to hold out for better.”
“You’re sure?”
“Trust me, in cases like this quality counts.”
Zilli drew his tongue back in, letting the body fall to the floor. “Heh heh heh, he said ‘quality’.”
Sarah released the soul she’d reaped and strode out of the elevator. “Is Zilli always like this?” She demanded.
“Like what?” Zilli demanded.
“Afraid so,” Khone sighed. “He’s a good fighter though, so everyone puts up with it.”
She grunted. “Let’s see…if I go straight I’ll run into the law department. None of those souls will be any use. We’ll try left; that’s one of our telemarketer sections.”
“Good choice,” Khone approved. “Anyone working that sort of job is already in purgatory -- all that suffering does wonders for the spirit.”
“Exactly,” Sarah nodded and strode off. Gerald’s soul watched her go with more than a trace of irritation. “What did that tit mean, ‘hold out for better’? I’m a nice guy, really!”
Choose-Your-Death appeared right next to him. “Oh? And what about last year’s Christmas party at Bill’s house?”
“Hey I didn’t know she was a nun – whoa! You are such a hottie!”
Choose-Your-Death sighed as her clothes vanished. She really should have seen it coming…
#
“They’re staring at us, sister,” Isela complained.
Fiona looked up from her typing and followed her clone-twin’s gaze. Across the aisle three secretaries stood in a group, gossiping. Occasionally a meaningful glance would be thrown their way. “You were the one who said this would happen,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, but do they have to be so emphatic about it?”
Fiona normally would be grinding in the I-told-you-sos, but she could tell Isela was upset. “Maybe we should try to befriend them,” she suggested.
Isela blinked and looked at her clone-twin hopefully. “You think that will work?”
No, Fiona thought. “It’s worth a shot,” she smiled. Her clone-twin smiled in response and they both stood up and walked over to the group. “Hi,” Fiona chirruped. “I’m Fiona and this is my sister Isela. We’re new.” One of the secretaries, a black panther with an impressive rack of her own gave them a cool look. The panda on her right, short with a full-figured build, glared. On the left stood a short, cute, chipmunk that seemed both curious and pensive.
The panthress raised an eyebrow. “New, eh? Never would have guessed.” She had a slight British accent.
Isela’s smile wavered slightly. “How long have you guys been working here?”
The panda sneered. “What’s it to you, Barbie?”
Fiona prided herself on her even temper; when one could make things burst into flame, such a character trait was almost a requirement. Still, she was only human, and seeing her clone-twin deflate made her blood boil. Fiona smiled sweetly at the panda. “You haven’t had a date in a while, have you?”
“What?” The panda gaped. The panthress blinked again and the chipmunk coughed.
Fiona shrugged. “Well its obvious you’re sexually frustrated. Maybe you should try a vibrator. I’m almost positive even you can talk one of those into bed.” The panda made strangling noises. The chipmunk’s coughing was a lot more pronounced and didn’t quite sound like coughing anymore. The panthress’ expression was unreadable. “Well it’s been nice chatting; maybe we can do this again soon. After we’ve error-checked our work.” She jerked her head towards their cubicle; Isela nodded absently and they left the trio alone. The panda stomped off. The panthress sort of slunk away like her wild counterpart would do if planning how to take down difficult prey. The chipmunk lingered for only a bit longer before scurrying away, her expression hard to figure out. Fiona waited until they were all out of earshot before turning to her clone-twin and hissing, “can you believe that?”
“No,” Isela whimpered.
“That panda could not have been any more rude if she tried.” Fiona snorted. “The nerve of her, calling us ‘Barbie’.”
“Yeah.” Isela’s voice was flatter than a sheet of paper.
Fiona shot her sister a concerned look. Normally, Isela recovered from setbacks with lightning-speed. “Forget them, dear sister,” she urged. “They’re not worth it.”
“Then who is?” Isela demanded. “Borrowing a trick from Distraction Damsel might have let us maintain a secret identity, but we don’t fit in with normal people any more than we do with supers!”
She has a point about others supers, Fiona thought glumly. They’d worked from everyone from the Offenders down, and the only ones to treat the sisters as something other than freaks or potential sexual conquests was She-Male -- who was pretty freaky hirself. However, if there was one trait the sisters shared, it was that neither one was a quitter. “So we hit a bad patch,” Fiona told her clone-twin. “Let’s try this for longer than a day before giving up, hm?”
“I guess,” Isela replied sullenly. “At least it beats Horn Dog and Slut Puppy’s offer all to heck.”
“Don’t get me started on those two,” Fiona snapped. Wisps of smoke rose from her fingertips where they rested on the desk.
Seeing her sister in a rare fit of unprovoked temper cheered Isela up considerably. “Ooooh, what’s the matter, jealous because they liked me better?” She’d never admit it aloud, but Isela was tempted by Supermegatopia’s most oversexed supers (Lust Lass didn’t count since her power was horniness) and their suggestions about ways to pass some time.
“You wish!” Fiona returned.
Isela gave her clone-twin a sweet smile. “If you say so.
Fiona’s retort was interrupted by blood-curdling scream cutting across the office.
#
Sarah stood in the short hallway, regarding the body of the husky as Zilli let it call to the floor. “Well?”
Khone closed his eye and examined the just-absorbed soul. “Eh, just before the border. His soul will do for now.”
“This is frustrating,” she fumed. “Out of eight people, only two keepers counting this one. What are these people doing with their spare time?”
Zilli reeled his tongue in. “Heh heh heh, you said ‘spare’.”
Suddenly a trio of secretaries rounded the corner, gabbling like hens. “Any potentials there?”
“The chipmunk’s a good choice,” Khone said at once.
“Right.” Sarah strode forward; the panda noticed the body on the floor and screamed. Immediately Zilli’s tongue shot out and cracked her across the face; the other two secretaries froze. Sarah was puzzled about his restraint “Is she a “ ‘no’?”
Khone wobbled. “Definitely -- we’ll be getting her in due course,” Khone admitted. He really missed not having his own body; the panda looked toothsome. “Panthress is positive, but only just.”
“I’ll kill her anyways – I can always release her soul later.” Zilli’s tongue looped around the panthress’ neck. The chipmunk unfroze and tried to make a break for it, but Khone’s tongue grabbed her by the ankle and lifted her up. Predictably, she shrieked. Sara glanced at both her victims. “Any last words?”
“Who are you supposed to be?” The panthress demanded.
Sarah quickly wracked her brain for a good super name; suddenly, one struck her like a bolt of damnation. “Call me…the Savage Breast!”
The panthress was unimpressed. “What, not the Malicious Mammary? How about Spoilt Milk? Wait, I know; Sister Silicone!”
Zilli started vibrating; Sarah squeezed him warningly so he wouldn’t drop the chipmunk. “Don’t push me,” she hissed at the statuesque woman.
That got her a sneer. “Or what, you bloody toerag ? You’ll kill me twice?”
“I can make you suffer,” Sarah snapped.
“And I can burn your fur off,” warned a new voice.
Sarah’s head whipped around. Posing in the aisle to her right were two costumed women -- twins, each with breasts as big as hers, damnit! They both wore one-piece bathing suits; the twin on her right had an ice pattern and the one on her left had a fire motif. “Who are you two costumed clowns supposed to be?”
“Fire and Ice,” snorted the one on the right, looking at her twin. “Are our costumes that subtle?”
“For Savage Breast here, yes.” This from the panthress. “Now if you had your names printed on then in neon lettering…”
“Shut up!” Sarah snapped. The twins were standing very close together; she wondered if they needed physical contact. “I’ll be collecting your souls now.” Her demonic implants dropped their loads; the chipmunk achieved light speed running away, and the panthress ducked back behind the corner. Before the two could react, Zilli’s tongue grabbed the twin on the left; Khone did the same for the one on the right, albeit hesitantly. She smiled as her demonic implants pulled sharply in opposite directions; too late, she noticed the forearm-like bridge of flesh that connected them from what should be their inner shoulders. “What --?”
Ice (Isela) formed a blade composed of her namesake and slashed downward just as Fire (Fiona) pointed at Sarah’s crotch. Sarah screamed as the edge severed a good two inches off of Zilli’s tongue; then screamed louder when her g-string burst into flame. “Aggghhh! Putitoutputitoutputitout!”
“Stop squirming – we-re immune to fire!” Khone told her. Unfortunately the silly mortal was panicking and didn’t hear him.
“You hear that?” Fiona asked her sister.
“Guess that means you’re on defense for a change,” Isela mused happily. She pointed at the squirrel’s left mammary and a heavy cap of ice trapped its maw shut. “Thanks for the tip, Chesty. What’s your next brilliant plan, telling us your secret identity?”
“Satan bless it,” Khone groaned. Sarah was still beating on her crotch trying to put the fire out despite the fact it didn’t hurt. This mortal was hopeless. His tongue shot out and slashed down onto their connection like an edged blade.
Fiona thrust her hand up and a small explosion erupted from her outstretched palm; the tentacle was thrust aside. “You may be immune to fire, but you’re not immune to the side effects,” she taunted.
“Oh dear, I think they’ve got us figured out.”” Khone declared, making sure he sounded a lot more disappointed than he was. Zilli was drilling a small hole in his icy prison with the tip of his tongue. Khone needed to hold their attention so Zilli could get off the killing shot – a thrust through either heart. He didn’t mind losing the panthress or even the chipmunk if it meant getting these two much purer souls. “Whatever shall we do?”
“Don’t look now, but I think your tits are giving out,” Isela told the supervillaness. “Gravity catches up to everyone I guess.”
Sarah ‘s head snapped up from staring at her burning g-string. Her eyes narrowed. “Shut your mouth, Barbie,” she hissed
“What did you just call me?” Isela snapped. The local ambient temperature plunged twelve degrees.
“Um,” Fiona said nervously. She did not like the glint in her clone-twin’s eye.
Khone noted the frost patterns on Isela’s costume were shimmering. He might be immune to fire but his cold resistance had truck-sized holes in it. “Er, perhaps that went a touch beyond approved ‘hero-villain’ banter, eh?”
Sarah now felt Zilli working on breaking his prison. She decided some more taunting was just the distraction needed to buy him time. “You heard me. Bad enough your mother must have been on drugs to squeeze freaks like you two out, but --”
Isela thrust a hand out at villainess and clenched it. The squirrel screamed as her fur became rimed with frost. She smiled grimly. “Let’s see how you do when the air around you is super-cooled – say, to about minus one hundred eighty degrees!” Fury burned her; she no longer wanted to just throw Savage Breast in jail, she wanted t hurt her. Badly.
“Ice,” Fiona told her clone-twin. The squirrel collapsed to her knees, breast-tentacle flailing. “Ice, she’s had enough.” Isela’s lips were pulled back in a feral snarl. “Ice!”
“What’s the matter?” Isela taunted, not hearing her clone-twin. “Getting cold feet? Good, because they’ll match the rest of you! Call us freaks? Have you looked in a mirror lately??”
“Ice!” Fiona demanded, reaching over and giving her clone-twin a shake. “Ice, stop it! We can’t kill her!”
“Why not?” Isela growled. “What do you think she’s doing here? Or do those fresh blood splotches on her costume mean it’s a heavy month?”
Fiona grabbed her clone-twin’s hand and held it. “And how does killing her make us better?”
Isela opened her mouth to really give Fiona what for, but the gentle, understanding gaze that met her own fury stopped her cold. She doesn’t fault me for feeling like this, Isela thought, and even if I did kill her, Fiona would still care for me. The knowledge of such unconditional love – and the fact that she’d be taking her sister with her if she did kill the villainess – calmed her down. She dropped her hand. “It doesn’t,” Isela replied, ashamed.
Fiona beamed at her then turned back to the squirrel. “You’re lucky my sister is so understanding,” she said.
“…get you still…” The squirrel gagged, trying to stand to her feet.
Abruptly, the panthress stomped back from around the corner with her purse in one hand and a Hyperdimensional Mallet (tm) in the other. “You’re a bloody idiot, aren’t you?” Before Sarah could respond, she dropped her purse and swung the mallet around with both hands in a vicious arc. The business end cracked her across the jaw; the supervillainess fell to the floor. In accordance to the weapon’s effect, little tweety-birds circled the unconscious woman’s forehead. She shrugged apologetically at the two conjoined heroines. “Sorry about that; would have pulled the thing earlier except I left the summoning unit at my desk.”
“Dr. Nesbit had another garage sale?” Isela replied curiously. “Didn’t she just have one a month ago?”
“Too right,” The panthress nodded. “Probably needed equipment for her latest nefarious scheme, and I never say no to a good buy.” She put out her hand. “Name’s Geena – thanks for the save.”
This took the conjoined heroines back even more; usually people backed up, not approached. “Um, you’re welcome,” Isela said again, shaking Geena’s hand while Fiona kept an eye on the stunned supervillainess.
“I’ll try not to make a habit of needing to be rescued in the future,” the panthress promised. She picked up her purse; the Hammer vanished and she inserted the receiving unit. “Oh, could I have your autographs? I’m sort of a collector.”
Even Fiona’s head snapped around at that. “Really??” Isela’s eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
Geena reached into her pocketbook and drew out an autograph book. “Of course. Come on, you two must get asked that all the time.”
“Um,” Fiona began.
“You bet,” Isela chirruped, quickly snatching the book. “All the time.”
Fiona gave her sister an amused look. Normally she’d tease her for that little lie when they were alone, but this time decided to let the matter slide. She’d just learned – and so did Fiona for that matter – being ‘born’ conjoined might be an obstacle in getting recognition as superheroines, but it wasn’t an insurmountable one. Things are going to be looking up from this point on, Fiona thought. I can feel it.
EPILOUGE
LATER THAT EVENING
In an abandoned pillow factory, a solitary cloaked figure waited patiently. He didn’t skulk in the shadows, since doing such a thing bespoke of insufficient confidence. Besides, he knew where everyone within three hundred yards of the factory was and who.
Such was his power as the Dark Iguana.
He conjured a glass of wine out of thin air and patiently sipped it, waiting the appearance of one of his temporary minions. As if on cue, a humanoid shadow detached itself from the darkness stepped in front of him. A vague sense of generous breasts, hips and an athletic physique could be discerned from its shaped. Dark Iguana nodded at it. “Completed an assignment on the same day as it was received; I think that’s a record,” he complimented. “Your reputation is well earned, Displacer.”
Geena bowed. “Thank you,” she said, handing over the piece of paper with only a slight guilty twinge. Fire and Ice seemed nice and all, but when you took a job from someone like Dark Iguana you did not back out. “This paper has their signatures on it.”
Dark Iguana nodded and inserted it in his robes. He didn’t ask her if it was genuine since he didn’t care. Fire and Ice’s body signatures were on the piece of paper and that was what he was interested in. “I’ll have the other half of your payment in your account by tomorrow,” he promised.
Geena bowed again. “It was a pleasure doing business with you.” She straightened and turned to go, but her conscience bit her in her compassion. You may not have been in any danger, but they acted to save your life, she thought to herself. She looked at the master villain. “So, what do you need their signatures for?”
“Oh, I’m going to use Fire and Ice in a nefarious plot to destroy the city,” he replied casually. “This time, not even a pillow factory is going to stop me.”
“I’ll be spending my vacation elsewhere then,” she drawled, stepping back into the shadows. “Have fun.” The Dark Iguana frowned; she resisted the urge to crow. Her powers of shadow were actually keeping him from sensing her! She was tempted to push her luck but decided against it; she had to let the twins know what was going on. Fortunately, Geena knew the twins’ ‘secret identities’, since whatever they’d been using at the plant to hide didn’t work on her. All it would take was a quick burglary and she’d have their address. Then she could warn them.
Dark Iguana kept up the pretense until Displacer left the factory, then allowed himself a small smile. He has his own spies at the Supermegatopia Kiwi Processing Factory; figuring out her secret identity from that hadn’t been hard. Normally he would have selected his toy Weasel Boy as opposition, but it was hard to come up with something as creative as his betrothal to Delilah. Fire and Ice would do as replacements.
He couldn’t help but wondered what the panthress would say if she knew by warning the twins, she was helping to advance his plans…
TO BE CONTINUED?