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Super Menage (Commission)
🕑 Added 2021-09-18 17:40:11 +0000 UTC“Honey! I’m home!”
The woman who had nearly cracked the pavement upon reentry from the atmosphere walked inside her home just like everybody else.
“Carol! How was work today?”
“Woof. Tiring. Fighting villainy as a 9-to-5 is just as tedious as ever.”
To the outside world, this woman was known as Remarkigirl. Considered the strongest superhero to ever walk the earth, or, more appropriately, fly around it. But here, she was known simply as Carol Montgomery, wife to Michael Montgomery and mother of Jackie Montgomery.
Her husband was hard at work on dinner. With the income she brought home from saving the world, he could focus more on his passions, such as cooking. Even if it wasn’t considered the most traditionally “masculine” activity, Michael enjoyed it and Carol enjoyed it when he did it.
Unlike most days, Carol didn’t immediately change out of her skin-tight superhero outfit, choosing instead to lean on the counter lovingly as she watched her husband perfect his craft. Even something as simple as potato latkes fascinated her. The cast-iron cooking process, how her husband always put the perfect ratio of ingredients to make an invigorating dish.
She may have saved the eastern seaboard from a meteorite a few weeks ago, but her husband’s cooking was by far the most impressive feat she had ever seen.
The two aging lovebirds continued to chat vacantly about their day. Carol mentioned how her exploits led to a humorous misunderstanding involving a marriage proposal. She received a report that a robbery was being staged downtown, only for it to be revealed that everyone, including the bank, was in on the setup. The “robber” in question was actually going to propose to his girlfriend, as he was the manager of that location.
“Perhaps they should have clued in Remarkigirl to the plan as well.” Michael joked as he listened passionately to Carol’s story. “Did he end up getting out of that situation okay?”
But before Carol could respond, her ears tuned in to a certain someone leaving their room. A smile encroached on her face. Michael couldn’t hear what Carol heard, but he quickly pieced it together.
“Well, look who finally decided to come downstairs and join us! You want some food, sweetie?”
Jackie Montgomery walked into the room, immediately generating stares from both parents. She wore ripped fishnet stockings which left little of her supple thighs to the imagination, especially considering the lack of coverage afforded from her black short-cut shorts. The same was true for her pre-torn t-shirt, which cupped around her perky breasts nicely. Her mother’s genes hadn’t just given her comparable superpowers, but a body that put most girls her age to shame.
Color-wise, however, her genes took more after her father, something that would have been hard to tell due to her dyed purple hair and color-altering eye contacts that hid her naturally brunette locks and green irises. Jackie’s invulnerable skin meant that all the piercings within her ears were fake, yet no amount of hot glue actually burned her skin so said fakes were rather convincing.
She silently stared back at her parents with an indifferent expression, her half-lidded eyes darting back and forth between her superpowered mother and human father.
“Oh honey, don’t tell me you’re actually leaving the house looking like that?”
A long, quiet sigh left Jackie’s mouth as she closed her eyes.
“Ugh, mom! You always say that! Just let me dress how I want! You get to run around in tight spandex that shows off your ass all day!”
“Hey! Language!” Her father started to say, but a raised hand from Carol silenced him.
“Jackie. You know that’s my work outfit. I can’t do anything about that.”
“UUGH! Mom! Are you even listening to yourself?” That line of reasoning had clearly struck a chord with the younger supergirl. “You’re literally freakin’ Remarkigirl! If you wanted to stop wearing that, no one could tell you otherwise!”
“It’s not that simple. I wear this suit because it’s easily identifiable and flexible. Do you really think Firemen choose to wear those silly red hats for a fashion statement?”
The rebellious 18-year-old just rolled her eyes as she resumed her trek out the front door, very clearly done with this conversation.
“Oh Jackie honey, please shut the door on the way o-”
She didn’t, prompting a long sigh from Carol. The superheroine knew that her daughter could have heard her mother, the both of them had supersonic hearing after all, but Carol deliberately chose not to make a scene out of it. She had wanted her daughter to experience a degree of freedom in her teenage years, even if that meant that she didn’t see her all that often.
Extending her sigh into a steady stream of air from her pursed lips, she used a gust of measured superbreath to shut the ajar door.
“Well, looks like that’ll be dinner for just the two of us, hmm?”
~
Beneath the freeway underpass, a group of teens waited impatiently for a certain someone to arrive. They were clearly trying to attract as little attention as possible and were periodically glancing around to make sure no one of high authority saw them loitering.
Then, a large blast of air nearly knocked a few of them off their feet as Jackie zoomed into view, a miniature sonic boom being created as she went from 200 miles per hour to zero in an instant.
“Sorry I’m late, guys. Mom was giving me shit for my outfit again.” Jackie said casually, unsympathetic to the damage she may have caused by moving around at such speeds.
“All good. We couldn’t really start this idea without you, anyways.” Rene, the de facto leader of the group whenever Jackie wasn’t around, responded. “God, your mom is such a bitch sometimes.”
“Ugh, tell me about it.” Jackie acceded, reaching into the large bag that the teens had been standing in front of prior to her arrival. Inside were several different variants of spray paint. She picked up two of her favorite colors and began to look around the walls of the underpass.
The first six feet near street level was thoroughly tagged, not an untouched piece of concrete in sight. But as the height climbed, the graffiti began to dissipate. The final five feet of wall were completely bare, there was simply no one who had the means to reliably spray up there.
Well, not until right now.
Without wasting a beat, Jackie began to rise in the air. Like a trapeze artist on an invisible string, her flight powers brought her far beyond the human limits of graffiti artistry.
“Alright, what should I write!?” She shouted back down at her awestruck friends. They knew she had powers, but to see one of the only two super powered individuals on the planet execute her abilities with such casualness to them was quite the visual to process.
“Uhh… write all of our names on the wall or something!”
“Naw, fuck that! Write our group name in really big letters!”
“Look, I’ll do you guys one better!” She yelled from her floating vantage point. “I’ll just do both. I’ve literally got nothing but space up here, haha!”
Unfortunately, Jackie wouldn’t be able to get much spraying done. Her constant, loud back-and-forth brainstorming with her peers was more than enough to attract the attention of a patrolling police car. A loud siren permeated the area.
“Oh shit! It’s the cops! Let’s get the fuck out of here!”
All of Jackie’s teenage friends made a run for it, something Jackie herself considered but ultimately decided not to go through with. She was going to finish tagging this underpass, damnit! What the hell were a few loser cops going to do about it anyway?
“Hey! You! Kid! Get the hell down from there, that’s dangerous!” One of the cops shouted at Jackie. She simply responded with the finger.
Her super-hearing picked up on two other cops’ aside as well.
“How is that kid doing that?”
“Must be a wire of some sort.”
Good, they didn’t recognize her either.
Without any more meaningful interruptions, she continued work on her graffiti mural, blowing on it occasionally with her superbreath to make sure it dried properly. She heard the cops mention a ladder, which only put a bigger smile on her face.
Pretty soon, they had one, placing it on the wall near her. Still under the suspicion that she was tied to the ceiling, roughly three men with the proper equipment began ascending the ladder. However, just as the men neared her, she casually drifted five feet to the right, chuckling to herself as she did so.
A side eye confirmed the dumbfounded look on their faces, filling her with glee. If there was one thing she loved, it was toying around with those who felt they possessed authority, even if they did not reciprocate such feelings.
It wasn’t long before her antics had several backup squads at the ready, planning out potential strategies. Even though she was thoroughly finished with the mural, she couldn’t resist the urge to continue pranking these police officers who had now wasted over an hour dealing with her nonsense.
“I think we should start classifying this threat as a Sigma one, wouldn’t you agree chief?”
“Yeah, I reckon we better call ‘em in.”
Jackie overheard this, but it didn’t mean much to her. She had no idea what a “sigma threat” even meant to the police or even the government as a whole. So she just crossed her legs and put her arms behind her head, waiting to see the fireworks unfold.
~
Carol put a hand to her cheek in thought as she stared at her form in the mirror. “Perhaps I should go through with the name change. If Jackie ever decides to take up the profession, it’d be weird having two Remarkigirls flying around. What do you think, honey?”
“This is about that ‘Remarkiwoman’ name idea you had, correct? I don’t know, you’ll always be Remarkigirl in my heart.” That got Carol to blush lovingly. “Plus, Remarkigirl just rolls off the tongue better, y’know?”
“That’s true…” Carol said as more of an auto-response. She had become somewhat distracted by the large amount of chub that was developing around her waist. “Woof. The 40’s have not been kind to that hourglass figure I was once known for. I really gotta lay off the casserole.”
In response to that, Richard snuck up behind Carol, (as sneaky as one could be when in full view via a mirror) placing his slender hands around her supposedly problematic waist and lovingly digging his chin in the side of her neck. The superheroine giggled slightly, her flawless body may have been impervious to nigh everything, but she was still ticklish. Even from something as small as her husband’s trimmed beard hairs.
“Did that extra stomach impede your ability to stop a bullet train with such precision that you didn’t injure anyone inside?”
Carol giggled knowingly. “No.”
“Did these subtle love handles make you any less intimidating when you burst through that evil billionaire’s roof to bust him for that child trafficking ring?”
Carl smiled bashfully. “No.”
“And does that extra weight make you any less sexy in bed?”
“Definitely not.”
“Then I don’t think you need to worry about that. You’re already the woman of so many people’s dreams. Then there’s nothing wrong with a little extra woman to that dream, right?”
“Oh Richard, you always know exactly what to say! That’s why I love you so much!”
Carol turned to face her husband and the two of them shared a passionate kiss. The two of them had shifted into their evening clothes a while ago, with Carol wearing a simple two-piece pajama combo that hid very little about her curves. But now, she was thinking about slipping into something far more pleasing to her husband’s sensibilities.
“Since Jackie’s not here right now, you want to slip into bed early, hon?”
Richard bit his lip. “Only if you carry me.”
Carol chuckled in response, sweeping her husband off his feet into a fireman’s carry. “Oh, imagine what your father would say if he saw you being carried by your wife who’s a whole foot shorter than you.”
“Y’know, I’d be willing to bet he’d find it really hot, but never admit it.”
“You mean, like all men do?” She then flipped Richard onto the bed face-down. “You really are the luckiest man in the world, y’know? Other than our daughter, there’s not a single other person on this earth who could tend to your weird superhero fantasies.”
Richard lifted his head up from the bed, only to see his wife floating above it in a commanding pose. “Heh, you’re right. I am the luckiest man alive. How could I ever repay you, my goddess, my queen?”
A sultry smirk developed on Carol’s face.
“Well then, how about we start with-”
Her sexual proposal was interrupted by her emergency alarm, generating a long, tired sigh from Carol.
“I swear to god, they are getting way too touchy with that emergency button.” She ranted as she descended from her floating stance and began to get dressed. Except she didn’t bother with the hero garb, opting instead for a bathrobe that didn’t leave much to the imagination below.
“C’mon, honey, just ignore this one! Some kid probably stole a bag of chips or something and the cops are too lazy to do anything about it.”
Carol sighed knowingly. “You’re probably right, but this is a situation I simply can’t take risks like that on.” And without another word, she flew out the open window in their room with expert precision.
She arrived at the mayor’s office in record time, ready to be done with whatever he needed. One the man told her that it was a kid that wouldn’t come down from some sort of strange rope, Carol nearly stormed out of the very window she came in from. But then, her attention was reattained when the mayor mentioned the physical description of the perpetrator.
Female, purple hair, ripped black clothes. There was only one possible culprit that could have been.
“And where might this perpetrator be, exactly?”
Carol stormed out of that office in anger, but it was for a very different reason.
Meanwhile, Jackie was beginning to get bored. She had already dropped both of her spray bottles comically on the heads of unassuming officers and had nothing left to instigate them with.
The cops had also forgone any attempt to get her down. They were clearly waiting for some other help to arrive, one which made itself very clear as a booming voice split the heavens.
“Jackie Dean Montgomery! You get down from there this instant!”
“Uh oh. Middle name.”
Not wanting a forced confrontation with the police, she let her mother come to her. The two supergirls were now face-to-face in the air, but Jackie couldn’t bring herself to look “Remarkigirl” in the eye.
“Well Jackie, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I-I just wanted to have some fun with some spray paint, y’know…” Her voice drifted off at the end.
“First off, that’s illegal! You know that! But even if it wasn’t, does that give you any right to assault two police officers like that? Or waste the precious hours of all those people down below!”
To accentuate her point, she looked downwards and gestured at all of the police with her hand. However, in only a split second as her head looked down, she caught a glimpse of several officers taking a peek up her robe. It was only then that she remembered what she was wearing, or the lack of it, for that matter.
Slowly closing her legs, she rather forcefully grabbed Jackie by the arm and began the descent back to street level. By the time they reached the ground, an officer immediately put Jackie in handcuffs. However, before the officer could take her daughter anywhere, Carol put her hand up in protest.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to take my daughter anywhere. She’s coming home with me tonight.”
“Sorry, miss Remarkigirl, but your daughter is over 18 and assaulting an officer is a jailable offense.”
He reached for Jackie, but Carol steeled her gaze and the tall, muscular officer froze in place.
“Tell me, Mr… Parker.” She started, reading his badge. “Do I have a weakness? Like those silly superheroes in the comics?”
Officer Parker’s eyes widened and he immediately backed away from Jackie. About a second later and all of the other officers in the area duplicated his movements, suddenly understanding the gravity of this situation.
“That’s what I thought. You boys in blue have a good rest of your night and don’t let me catch you doing anything I wouldn’t approve of.
“Y-yes ma’am, Remarkigirl!” The chief inspector said, rallying everyone to vacate the area with a twirl of his finger.
Once all of the officers had vacated the area, Carol turned to face Jackie, but the younger of the two got the first words out.
“Why did you let me off the hook? I-I did a bad thing back there.”
“Yes, but I also know that you in prison will not go over well. You’re a feisty spirit! My little girl!” She then squeezed her daughter’s cheek, much to her mild annoyance. “Besides, I totally caught those disgusting pigs taking a peek up my robe and I had to remind them who runs shit around here.”
Jackie giggled. Seeing her daughter in a happy mood put Carol’s mind at ease for the night.
“Y’know, I remember when I did something similar when I was a teenager. Just seeing the looks on those uptight faces made it all worth it. Of course, at the end of the day I still knew right from wrong, but I totally get where you’re coming from, Jackie.
That brought a tearful smile to Jackie’s face. She effortlessly ripped her handcuffs as she reached over to hug her mother as the only two superwomen shared a loving mother-daughter moment between each other.
Comments
HikerAngel
This is actually the entire commission! Sorry if you were expecting more, I don't have any plans to follow up on this story unless the commissioner decides to commit to a second part.
Cleve Shivers
Nice start!
