Starla's Crush Book 1 (Patreon)

Starla’s Crush

Written by HarmonyMotion

Commissioned by TRM

Chapter 7

Jane sat in the corner seat nearest the door to her math class. She was so pleased with her simple jeans and blouse getup. Her blonde tresses were tied up in a thick bun. And she even added a pair of black-rimmed glasses!

As the professor was discussing parabolic vs exponential growth, Jane’s super hearing picked up the sounds of screaming and demands for money. Could it be? A crime!!

She peered straight forward through the blackboard and scanned the city within her cone of vision. Seeing nothing, she began to swivel in her seat, looking for signs of trouble.

“Miss? Are you looking for something more interesting than this lecture?” The professor asked her.

“Um, sorry! I have to go!” She grabbed her bag and scuttled out the door to the laughter of her classmates.

Jane made her way to an empty corridor, pocketed her glasses, undid her hair, and tore her blouse open, revealing her superhero costume underneath. She blurred, rattling all of the locker doors in her wake, climbing an empty ten five floor stairwell to the roof, and soared into the air.

“Money! Now! Give us everything in the drawers!”

The row of terrified tellers trembled as they stuffed wads of cash into large, brown sacks. A gunshot fired in the background, followed by screams of terror.

“Stop! Let him go!!” A female voice cried out.

“What the hell is going on back there!” One of the robbers at the register yelled.

“This fuckin’ kid kicked me in the leg!”

“He didn’t know what he was doing! Please let him go!” she wept.

“Shut up, lady!” He pointed his gun at her and the child.

“Mommy!!”

He squeezed the trigger. A few shots rang out. A group whisper of shock echoed, and all of the hostages held their breath in anticipation of the horror to come. All of the armed robbers also turned their heads to see what their idiot colleague had done.

Then there was absolute silence.

In between the gunman and the hostages, there stood a tall, trim, fit female blonde. Smoke floated off the barrel of the gun, which was now pointing at their surprise guest who had materialized in between the shooter and his targets.

Her legs were clad in a pair of red thigh-high boots with a slight heel, putting her nearly at six feet. The only other thing she was wearing was a solid blue leotard over her torso, so skintight that her pebbled abs were on clear display. Emblazoned across her chest was a red emblem with a yellow star in the middle.

Her powerful arms were left bare for the world to see, as well as her trim, toned thighs. Her wide, child-bearing hips and powerful, muscular, delectable derriere elicited an involuntary gasp from all of the hostages behind her.

The uniform bordered on scandalous, but it was the only comfortable thing she could wear underneath her civilian clothes. And she wasn’t ashamed of her body, anyhow! She’d seen enough on Earthling social media to know that this didn’t even come close to the boundaries of what was decent.

“Uh… what the fuck?” The gunman was flabbergasted.

Star Girl put her fists on her hips, excited to live the moment that she had fantasized about for months.

“Don’t worry, citizens! You’re safe now! Star Girl is here!” she announced proudly.

“Who the fuck is she?!”

“Where did she come from?!”

“Mommy, did this beautiful lady save us?”

Star Girl extended her arm straight in front of her and opened her fist. A handful of metal pellets drifted to the floor with a few loud clinks.

The gunman looked at her in terror. What was this, a comic book character come to life!? No, this was the real world! He pointed at her chest and fired again.

Star Girl let the bullet bounce right off her bust. Her Xenonian outfit, built from her fortress, had been designed (and utterly failed) to resist Starla’s power. But it was more than sturdy enough to resist some bullets.

Before the gunman could react and fire again, Star Girl’s arm whipped forward a few feet in the blink of an eye. Before anyone could register the movement, she had her fingers on the barrel of his gun. She pinched it shut with a loud, tortured squeal.

“I wouldn’t pull that trigger if I were you,” she warned him sternly.

“Holy fuck... Guys, help!!”

All guns were pointed at her now.

Star Girl kicked in her superspeed and watched as time ground to a halt. Should she let them fire? She knew with certainty that no harm would come to anyone, thanks to her incredible power and two years of training. And it would be a good way to send a message to criminals everywhere. On the other hand, it might frighten the innocent civilians too much…

She came to a decision. Floating to stop in front of each gunman, she gently pried their fingers off the trigger before stripping the gun out of their hands so as to minimize any injuries. Everyone remained frozen in place as Star Girl collected all of their weaponry.

She returned back to her original position, all five armed robbers now empty-handed. With a blink of her eyes, the world returned back to normal speed. To everyone else, it would appear as if she had just conjured all of their guns into her own hands.

“Shoot her!”

“Uh, what!?”

“What happened!?”

“Fuck!! My hands! Where’s my gun!?”

“Looking for these?” Star Girl smirked. She held all five barrels of the rifles in one hand and closed her fist around it. All five of them screeched before they turned molten and fused with each other. The five-headed gun looked like some sort of strange, modern art masterpiece.

Star Girl blew her cold breath over the still-liquid metal, hardening it in an instant. It wouldn’t do any good if someone accidentally got burned.

All five of the masked men looked at each other before arriving at the same decision simultaneously.

They all bolted for the door.

Star Girl let them make a run for it until the very last moment. As one of them swung the door open, she zipped right in front of him atop the large steps to the bank and held her arm out. The perpetrator ran his forehead full speed into her immovable, invulnerable arm, clotheslining and knocking himself out cold.

She turned and grabbed his airborne body to prevent him from tumbling down the regal steps, and put his comatose form down carefully.

Two more of the trailing criminals managed to see the mysterious superheroine in time, but could do nothing to stop their velocity. Star Girl merely held out a finger at each of them, directed at their foreheads, and they collided with her single extended digit at full speed, knocking themselves out cold. Her arms didn’t even tremble. Catching their falling bodies, she placed them on top of the first, forming a neat little pile.

The final two screamed and retreated back into the bank, looking around desperately for anything they could use as leverage. One of them sprinted behind a hostage and prepared to choke him while using him as a shield.

“Stop! Or I’ll…”

Time froze for Star Girl once again as she strolled up to the hostage, easily pried the criminal’s arms apart, set the innocent aside, and swapped herself in his place. And then she ceased her super speed.

“Or you’ll what?” she asked mischievously from within his grasp.

“What? I… Aahhhhh!!” his heart skipped more than a few beats from shock of the sudden switcheroo.

Star Girl grabbed him by the arm, flipped him over her shoulder, then gave him a gentle shove that sent him sliding across the polished marble floor, outside to the rough concrete, crashing into her little human criminal roadblock.

The final one finally understood how powerless he was against her. He fell to his knees.

“Please, please don’t hurt me! I surrender!” he blubbered.

Star Girl’s eyes glowed as she meticulously scanned him for weapons with her piercing gaze. He merely trembled, not knowing what fate lay in store for him.

“Okay. Follow me,” she ordered as she strut toward the exit.

“You… you mean it?” he stammered in disbelief.

“Yes! Wait outside with your friends there until the police arrive. Don’t do anything bad.”

He staggered to his knees and meekly followed the strong, beautiful blonde. His heart raced as he admired her sleek, sculpted shoulders and her tight bubble butt. Maybe, just maybe, he could get away…

“And if you think about trying to run, I’ll knock you right out before you can even take a breath,” she cheerfully reminded him without even turning to look.

“How…”

“I can hear your heartbeat, silly!”

His heart pounded even harder. He accepted his fate and sat on the concrete steps outside, in front of a large crowd and gathering cops. Some reporters’ vans had made their way to the scene as well.

“Um… ma’am? Who are you?” they asked as they cuffed the culprits.

“You can call me Star Girl! I’m here to help!” she replied brightly.

And with that, she flew into the sky.

Chapter 1

“The drill rigs and mining are destroying our planet!” Astra cried before the head council of scientists that ruled Xenon.

“Perhaps… but your evidence is unconvincing. The energy we are reaping will surely be enough to power us for centuries to come. We will find a solution if it comes to that.”

“How can you risk the entire planet on that gamble!?” Her protest fell on deaf ears.

“Your protests are the cries of someone who is far too conservative, someone who does not understand trade offs. Would you deny the rapid advancement of our civilization from this nearly limitless energy? And what if your forebodings do not come to fruition? We will have lost an era of prosperity for all of our peoples, all due to the naysayers of you and people like you.”

“I have… I have an alternative!” she pleaded.

“Your quantum theory is far too raw and untested. No, we will continue the drilling.”

Five years later, a prosperous, flourishing Planet Xenon was doomed. They drilled too far, too fast, too greedily. Most of the citizens considered their situation an age of paradise, living hedonistically and not putting effort into furthering their knowledge of the universe or advancing their science. People lived carefree, with no want for material wealth. Whatever they desired, their planetary drills provided enough energy to deliver.

Part of the energy they harvested was put back into powering the drills themselves, the exponential growth far outpacing what their models had predicted. The core of the planet became unstable as they dug beyond the point of no return.

Astra, however, had not wasted those five years. With that energy, she was able to make her own large advances in her parallel quantum universe theory. However, she was just one woman, and while there was no shortage of resources to power her experiments, the real bottleneck was her ingenuity. She simply could not manage and run every single test that she needed to. There was not enough time in the day to configure, test, ruminate, re-configure, and re-test.

When she made her big breakthrough, she sent out multiple probes, looking for a good parallel universe to jump to. The probabilistic nature of reality-hopping meant that most of them would never find something habitable. She sent out probe after probe, fighting against insurmountable odds that she could find a target destination.

Then, she spent his efforts focusing on a ship for the arduous journey. Xenon had spaceships that could traverse their entire solar system, but this was something else entirely. The vessel had to withstand the different, potentially harsh and lethal vacuums of space from other realities. She soon realized that she could not engineer a ship that would be sturdy enough to save her entire family. After a day of mourning, she steeled her resolve. She would save Starla, their daughter. Her husband supported him one hundred percent as tears streamed down his face. They embraced each other. Starla was five years old—far too young to understand. But she cried with her mommy and daddy too.

Her hope started to wane as the destruction of their planet neared. Even if she constructed the reality-traversing vessel, she would have no target to send Starla to. Would their daughter just drift across infinite realities, suspended in sleep eternally, as good as dead? No, was this a fate worse than death?

And finally, one of her probes responded. It had landed on a primitive planet, blue and green and beautiful. Two of their inhabitants had discovered the strange device in their isolated farm. The probe opened communications.

Astra’s husband, Alistar, explained their situation to the native inhabitants. He explained their plight, how their planet was doomed, and how Astra was desperate to save one, just one, of their inhabitants, along with all the knowledge and history of their culture. He introduced them to Starla, and they began to build a rapport as they talked daily.

Mark and Joanna had never been able to conceive, and their hearts wept for Astra’s family. Starla was bright, bubbly, and a bundle of joy. They would gladly do their part to raise her and preserve the last Xenonian and her culture.

And thus, near the eve of destruction, a ten year old Starla was placed in the small capsule that Astra had painstakingly constructed in a desperate bid to save just a single person.

They said their tearful farewells as Starla’s capsule reached escape velocity and shot out into the black emptiness beyond. She would need plenty of room in the void of space to begin her reality traversal.

“Do not forget us! You are the last hope of Xenon. All of us will live through you!”

“We love you, Starla! We love you forever!”

“I love you Mom, Dad! I’ll never forget you!!” she cried.

And as the planet’s surface began to fragment, leaking and radiating its lethal power, Starla’s vessel made its first jump and winked into the ether, just before the shockwave of the destruction of the planet washed over it.

Chapter 2

Starla fell deep into sedation as her mother’s vessel began its meandering journey through the manifold of reality-space. There was no guarantee when she would arrive on this parallel planet called Earth, or whether she would arrive anywhere at all.

Deep in space where the probability of materializing inside of a planet was low, the ship constantly blurred and glowed different colors as the stars and planets shifted around it. Sometimes the sun shone yellow, sometimes red, and sometimes, there was a black void left behind from when it had exploded in a violent supernova. The ship’s engine continued to consume its large reservoir of the last gift the planet had given them—its Xenonian energy—as it journeyed through ever more realities.

Starla herself was intubated, the ship monitoring her vitals and feeding her nutrients intravenously. Electric shocks stimulated her nerves, making sure to flex her muscles so as to stave off atrophy. She grew, albeit at a stunted rate, which was good considering there was barely any spare room in the vessel to begin with.

As she phased through realities, the vessel blipped upon a vicious space storm that nearly broke the ship apart. The tiniest, microscopic leak of Xenonian energy trickled into her support tubes as she continued to slumber. The vessel quickly blinked to the next reality, correcting its course away from the apocalyptic nightmare of that particular universe.

Still the planets disappeared and reappeared, stars light years away winked in and out, and the vessel looked for the absolute perfect configuration that would herald its destination.

After long, grueling years of machine-driven monotony, it succeeded. There it was, halfway in between Mars and Earth. A satellite orbiting the green and blue planet. Its yellow sun, burning bright, long to live.

Starla’s ship began its descent.

Chapter 6

Starla—no, Jane Gwent—descended into a back alley of Burghtown, traveling at speeds too fast for the naked eye. A downward column of air followed in her incredible wake, billowing out powerfully from the narrow alley, tilting nearby parked cars into the air before they came bouncing back down.

She was dressed in a pair of mini heels, painted on blue jeans, and a loose white blouse. She could barely contain her excitement! My name is Jane Gwent, my name is Jane Gwent, my name is Jane Gwent, she repeated to herself.

She went to the bank with her safe deposit key.

“My name is Jane Gwent.” It rolled off her tongue perfectly!

“Um, yes, Miss Gwent. Let me see your ID please… okay, come with us.”

She followed the teller to the deposit boxes in the back. Resisting the urge to peep with her x-ray vision, she delighted in the anticipation of not knowing what would be in there! Gingerly she inserted the key, feeling the locks tumble into place with her incredible sense of touch, and twisted lightly. It opened with a soft click.

In it was yet another metal key, a small roll of cash, and some official looking papers with a street address on it. There was also a jewelry case, with a handful of gold rings and a beautiful diamond necklace.

Starla—no, Jane Gwent—peered at the diamonds, wondering what significance they had. She had long since discovered that she could make her own, much larger ones, simply by pinching some carbon between her fingers. They had formed into small, brilliant sparkling gems before she pressed just a little bit more, and her fingers overcame that as well, crumbling it to little pieces.

But this was one of the few things that the Gwents left behind for her, and she would treasure it. She put on her necklace and did the clasp behind her neck.

Having looted everything, she exited the vault. She beckoned to one of the employees.

“Can you tell me where this is?” she tapped the certificate of ownership with the back of her fingers.

“That’s… in Midtown. Do you know where it is?”

“I don’t. Can you help me?”

“I’ll call you a cab, miss.”

“Thanks!” Jane Gwent’s first day out, and she was doing great!

She rode in the back of a dirty cab, marveling at the sights of the city. The large, 30 block park in the middle of the city, the ostentatious homes on the upper sides, some shady looking slums merely ten blocks down from that…

Jane committed the entire layout of the city to memory after just one drive through part of the town. Her x-ray vision and superspeed allowed her to scan every single street sign and street address as they passed it.

The car was insufferably slow compared to herself, but Jane didn’t even mind. She was loving being an Earthling so far! Finally, they arrived at her apartment. She took out her small roll of bills, handed some to the cabbie, and slammed the door shut just a little too hard. The yellow vehicle rattled and vibrated, but Jane was already at her doorstep, testing her key.

The studio apartment was warm and cozy, and it was all hers—a wonderful gift from her loving foster parents who she never had the chance to meet. It was fully furnished, with large tarps covering a small working desk with a wooden chair, a modest couch with a coffee table, and a knee-high bed in the back next to the sliding glass door. In the corner left of where she entered was a fridge and a two burner stove and oven.

She shuddered at the thought of figuring out how to cook. Joanna had left her a book of recipes, which Jane treasured dearly, but she absolutely had no gift for the fine art of cooking. It was a good thing she didn’t ever need to eat.

Jane blurred and reappeared at the far windows behind her bed, opened it, and zipped back to the front door of her apartment. She blew as gently as she could, not wanting to destroy her beloved apartment and flatten the rest of the city behind her. Her breath started off no more powerful than any Earthling’s, but she quickly ramped it up.

Suddenly, all the tarps fluttered violently as the dust swirled out of the open window. She cut the cyclone immediately by closing her lips, smiling at her finely controlled feat and a job well done.

She whisked away all the tarps in an instant, folding them neatly and piling them in a corner. After enrolling for classes at the local community college, she spent the day people gazing while sitting on her bed. She couldn’t wait to start saving the world and meeting a love interest to chase.

Chapter 3

She crash landed in the middle of Mark and Joanna Gwent’s field around noon, when the sun was brightest so that people would be least likely to see the alien entry. The entry hatch opened vertically, revealing a now-sixteen year old Starla to the alien planet. Dressed in some sparse cloth bindings around her waist and chest, her body absorbed the yellow sunlight of this parallel universe, filling her with power and rousing her from her long journey’s slumber.

Her luminescent azure eyes slowly fluttered open. This planet’s sky was so blue, its environment so green, the smell of nature so foreign to Starla. Immediately, it hit her that she would never see Xenon or her parents again. She began to weep bitterly into her hands.

A small, rectangular, handheld Xenonian device began to ring. Starla wiped her puffy red eyes and looked at the screen that was flashing at her. It was a message from her biological parents.

“Starla, if you are seeing this, your father and I are probably long gone. The fact that you are alive is a miracle. Do not forget us, but please do not be sad for us either. You have a lot to live for.

This planet’s radiation should have an enhancing effect on your physiology. Our models indicate that your body will become much denser, stronger, and extremely resilient. Your strength should increase too, to perhaps, the power of ten Xenonians or Earthlings, and you will slowly grow stronger over time. We do not know what other side effects there will be.

Despite your power, you can still be hurt. Learn to love your new home. Go and meet your new family.”

With the recording device containing the parting message of her dear parents in hand, she climbed out of the claustrophobic pod, eager to stretch her limbs. Immediately it began to sink into the earth, digging deeper and deeper into the crust.

“No!” she cried, thinking something had gone wrong.

Her little handheld display blinked back to life.

“Your father and I have programmed your ship to build you an underground refuge. This is where you can peruse our great history at your leisure whenever you feel homesick. We have also prepared devices to help you exercise and master your new power.”

With a sigh of relief, Starla turned and began to approach the idyllic ranch home. As she walked, her shimmering blonde locks reflecting the sunlight, swishing across her shoulders, her body felt light as a feather, supercharged with energy. The sun’s radiation more than made up for six years of inactivity traveling through parallel space. She felt supple and strong as she strode across the velvety grassy field. Her toned, elegant calves swelled with beautiful female muscle as she pushed off this alien planet with her bare feet.

Eager to meet Mark and Joanna with whom she had corresponded all those years ago, she picked up the pace, tearing up the soil with her dainty toes as she surged forward. It was exhilarating! The wind whipped her hair and massaged her mostly bare, smooth, actively tanning skin. Her muscles swelled as they became more well-defined, her shoulders and arms gaining a more than subtle hint of definition while sacrificing none of her femininity. Starla’s shoulders and biceps bulged with smooth, powerful muscle, yet still belying the superhuman strength they contained, far beyond what a mere Earthling could ever comprehend. Her triceps tightened up, slender yet strong, with no hint of loose skin or jiggle.

Her previously smooth torso, slightly malnourished from her long maiden journey, packed on healthy, solid muscle, each one looking as though they were carved out of marble. The muscles on her back expanded as well, growing into a protective, sexy sheath around her spine. Her skin was lightly bronzed, the entire backside of her torso showing off a beautiful arch that thrust her chest forward.

Starla’s thighs likewise gained in mass and density, growing thicker, with more defined quads. Still, her hips were so wide that they created a neat little box gap that would captivate any onlookers lucky enough to witness it. Her rear tightened and lifted, giving her a ripe, delectable bubble butt. No hint of sag, no extra trace of fat—just pure, dense, perfect feminine muscle.

Her already succulent breasts did not grow in size, but the improved musculature of her torso and the enhancement from the radiation of the yellow sun caused her bust to perk up. Never would she suffer the effects of gravity on the perfect spherical swells of her chest. Her nipples grew more harder, more sensitive in response to the sun’s rays, quickly poking through her improvised cloth covering.

By the time she had finished her one minute jog, Starla was a completely transformed person, radiant with new vitality. She could grace the cover of every fitness magazine, had she known what those were.

Standing on the doorstep of her new home, she took a deep breath, preparing to meet her foster parents. Swallowing the butterflies in her stomach and wiping her teary eyes, she let out a long exhale, which promptly ripped the door off its hinges and sent it flying inside! All of the furniture spun and scraped across the floor as smaller items were scattered by her brief breath.

Starla gasped in shock! What had happened?! Was this really how she would introduce herself to her new home?

She peeked inside shyly. It looked uninhabited, judging by the thick layer of dust that her simple exhalation had stirred up.

Where were Mark and Joanna?

Chapter 8

Jane floated above her modest, old-fashioned TV, adjusted the antenna, and swooshed to hover above the couch as she eagerly awaited the evening news.

“And now, in breaking news… are superheroes real? Well, at least one superhero. We have breaking eyewitness reports!”

“She had all five of the perpetrators outside. One of them wasn’t hurt… he was just blubbering. Um… we found this…” a gloved policeman held up the mangle remains of the five rifles she had confiscated and squashed in her palm. “And… um… well… I saw her fly away…”

“She saved me and my boy! I don’t know where she came from! One of those robbers was gonna kill us!! Thank you, Star Girl!” the mother shouted tearfully into the microphone.

“Oh my god, it was so cool!! I thought today was a nightmare, but it turned out to be a dream! She was so cool, so powerful, so in control, and so beautiful!” a green-eyed brunette beauty gushed.

“Well, there you have it, folks! We have a superhuman living among us, and apparently, she calls herself Star Girl! Well we see her again? Is she only active in Burghtown, or is she statewide? Nationwide? Maybe even global? Evildoers may have to beware from now on! This is Diana Mendez with Channel 7 News, signing out.”

Yes!!! Jane kicked her legs and flailed her arms in delight as she spun in midair. And who was that girl? She was so beautiful and so approving of Star Girl…

Eager to please again, Jane stacked her clothes neatly on the couch, switched to her blue and red leotard, and flew out the window, patrolling Burghtown from above as evening descended.

Jane walked into her classes glumly the next day, not having slept a wink. She’d stayed up all night, flying over the sprawling city, but absolutely nothing had happened!

8:00 AM, and she showed up for her math class. Many of her classmates were yawning, and she found herself following suit. Not that she was physically tired. But somehow, it seemed to be contagious, and she was definitely mentally tired from a night of hurry up and waiting. And it helped her to blend in.

Five minutes into e, 2.7182818 blah blah, another girl snuck her way into the classroom. It was… no way! It was the girl who was interviewed on the news last night!

Jane gawked at the beauty as she walked up the stairs by her flank. With her x-ray vision, she scanned all of this mystery girl’s belongings, finding her ID card. Ali Sidorova. Lives on 295 Chattle Street. Jane reviewed the grid of Burghtown in her mind. It wasn’t particularly close to where she lived in Midtown… but there was no such thing as a long journey for Jane Gwent.

The remaining hour of lecture was absolute torture. Ali was sitting high up in the back, and Jane couldn’t keep trying to steal glances at her. She’d have to pick a better seat next time…

For the rest of the day, Jane’s x-ray vision never turned off. She peered through objects, walls, people, always watching Ali. Sometimes Ali would turn her head in Jane’s direction and give a confused look, which startled the bejeezus out of Jane, until she remembered that there were multiple layers of mortar and wood separating them.

She was just so pretty! And bubbly! Jane loved the way she looked at people, the way she smiled, the way her cheeks dimpled when she laughed…

Ali patronized the same cafe twice in one day. It was decided, then. Jane would try to get a job there. If there was anything she learned from romance novels and sitcoms, love always flourished there.

Chapter 9

“Diana Mendez reporting in! Star Girl appears again! Eyewitnesses report that she stopped a drunk driver from hitting some people on the sidewalk! ”

“It was amazing! I heard some tires screech, and then a huge crunch! She had stopped a huge SUV with just a finger!”

“No, that’s not what happened! She just stood there and let the car crash into her! It crumpled up against her body, but she was totally fine! She only pushed the car away from her with a finger!”

“I saw the whole thing from where I was standing! Well, I mean, I didn’t really see her appear… she just did!”

“Star Girl saved our lives! Thank you, Star Girl!”

The camera cut back to the reporter.

“And here's where the wrecked SUV is! You can see that the hood is totally crumpled, like it crashed into a lamp post. Just who is this mystery superwoman? And how powerful is she? You heard it here, folks! Star Girl is real, and she’s here to say!”

Jane, dressed in a clean white polo and a green apron, watched the news cover her latest exploits. She was nearly as hopeless as making coffee as she was as cooking, but for now, all she had to do was manage the cash register, dispense the regular coffee, and fetch pastries.

Most people couldn’t wait for their break or for their shift to be over. Jane couldn’t wait for approximately 9:30 AM.

And sure enough, there she was. Ali and her friend had walked in just on time. Jane’s heart began to pound rapidly. She waited in trepidation as Ali’s friend stared at the menu. But Ali always ordered the same thing. Jane knew it by heart.

She put on her best smile as Ali came to order.

“Hi, what can I large-house-coffee-blue-scone?” Jane said rapidly, all in one breath, doing her best to impress this beauty.

“Um… what?” Ali looked at her with puzzled eyes.

“Oh, um… what can I get for you?” Jane’s face turned a dark shade of red.

“I’ll have a large house coffee and a blueberry scone. And an iced mocha?” She looked at her friend. “Iced mocha.”

Jane’s fingers trembled as she poked in the order. “Okay, got it.”

“Don’t you need to get my name?” Ali reminded her gently.

“Oh, I know, Ali--uhyeah I’ll get your name?” She attempted to recover. Shit! She wasn’t supposed to know her name yet!

“It’s Ali. Hey, are you okay? First day here?”

Could this go any worse?! Jane looked downcast and nodded meekly.

“Don’t worry, I come here all the time. You’ll get the hang of it… Jane,” she read the nametag.

“Th-thanks.” Jane was so embarrassed! But this girl really was a dream come true! She was so nice!

She filled a large paper cup with hot coffee and plucked a blueberry scone with tongs and placed it in its paper wrapper. Her co-worker made the frozen mocha drink.

“Jane! Hey! Isn’t that hot?! Put the sleeve on it!” her co-worker chided.

“Oh, yeah! Thanks!”

“Crazy girl. How does she not burn herself?” her co-worker muttered under her breath.

Jane blushed even more furiously. She was so flustered!

Finally, she gathered up the order and went to the counter.

“Ali? Order for Ali!”

Ali and her friend came up and picked up their drinks.

“Hey, you spelled my name right! You’ll be fine here,” Ali gave her a reassuring smile.

Jane could die of giddiness right there. Five minutes, and she had been on the largest emotional rollercoaster of her life.

Ali and her friend left the cafe. “What a weird girl,” her friend stated as they stepped outside. Jane scowled.

Sitting in the back row of the lecture hall on Wednesday morning, Jane tried not to accidentally destroy the entire classroom with her heavy breathing as she anticipated sitting next to Ali. And Ali duly arrived.

They locked eyes as Ali climbed up the stairs. Jane saw a faint glimmer of recognition in her eyes, until it finally clicked. She set her things down and took a seat next to Jane. Yes!

“Hey,” Ali whispered. “I didn’t know you were a student here.”

“Hey!! Yeah, crazy huh?”

“Shhh!” hissed the students sitting around them.

Ali studiously listened and took notes while Jane shook her leg restlessly, taking care not to stamp her foot through the floor or cause an earthquake. But, she came to a realization. What about an incident smaller than an earthquake?

She focused her ice blue eyes at one of the sprinklers and gave it a light touch with her heat vision. Immediately, they went off, spraying the classroom with old, fetid water.

“Everyone out!” yelled the professor. The students all grabbed all their belongings and covered their heads as they evacuated.

A drenched Jane and Ali commiserated outside the classroom.

“Dammit! I like that class too! I wonder what happened?” Ali fumed as wiped her soggy bangs from her forehead.

“I don’t know! It was so weird!” Jane feigned innocence. “So… um… what do we do now?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll go home and get a change of clothes.” Ali sighed.

“I have a four hour shift at the school cafe soon. Are you going to order your coffee and blueberry scone?”

“Ha! You remember, huh? I don’t know; if I’m going home to change, I may just stay there then.” Ali twisted her soaked top and wrung droplets of water out of that as well.

Shoot! Well maybe… “Maybe we should stand out in the sun? It’s warm today.”

“Might as well.”

They strolled outside, Jane trailing behind. Her eyes glowed, emitting a faint, almost invisible beam of light over her own body, drying out her clothes, leaving them a bit stiff and musty. She repeated the same across Ali’s backside from bottom to top, applying her x-ray vision into the mix to send her lasers harmlessly through her body.

“Uh, wow! I dried off really fast!” Ali traced her fingers through her hair. “That’s crazy!” They took an open seat underneath the bright midday sun.

Jane took the opportunity to gently comb her fingers through Ali’s hair as well. “Oh, hey, that’s great!”

“Um… yeah,” Ali leaned back, flinching slightly from the invasion of personal space. “So, what are you studying for?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just learning about life, I guess. It’s my first time in a big city like this!”

“Oh, cool! I hope you like it!”

“I do!” Jane’s eyes twinkled, thinking over the burgeoning media coverage Star Girl was receiving. “How about you, what are you here for?”

“I’m trying to get into STEM! Maybe biology research, analyzing statistics. Actually, math is my favorite subject! Most people who come here take really remedial math… oh, hey, Yasmin’s here!”

“Yasmin?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend. I’ll introduce you!”

Jane’s heart felt as if it had been stabbed. This was the most physically gut-wrenching pain she’d ever experienced on Earth so far.

Ali got up to greet her with a hug, and they walked back, holding hands, to where Jane was seated in the middle of the courtyard.

“Hey Yasmin, this is Jane. Remember her? You’ve met before, sort of.”

“Um, no. Sorry!” she replied.

“She works at the cafe! Turns out we’re in math class together!”

“Oh, hey! Nice to meet you Jane.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Jane barely managed.

The rest of the conversation went on auto-pilot. Even Jane with her perfect recall had no idea what was happening. Finally, she uttered an excuse to get away.

“Hey, I have to get ready for my shift at the cafe—maybe I’ll see you there?”

“Okay, sure thing! I gotta get my coffee and blueberry scone!” Jane smirked.

“Alright, see you later, Jane,” Yasmin chimed in.

“Yeah. See ya,” she answered dejectedly as she lumbered toward her part time job.

Chapter 4

Xenonian technology rumbled and churned deep in the earth building a futuristic, high-tech fortress, while Starla explored her new home. The humble, rustic living room that she had so callously upended did not have a trace of the warmth of being lived in.

She began the arduous task of putting everything back into place, expecting the heavy-looking wooden cabinets and tables to be troublesome. She had only glimpsed the original positions of the furnishings for a moment as the broken door went sailing into the residence, but her memory of the undisturbed layout was clear in her mind’s eye. But when she wrapped her toned, tight arms around the heaviest piece of furniture and lifted, she way overshot! In a single heft, she lifted the whole thing completely above her head, arms outstretched. It was completely weightless!

Starla oscillated her arms up and down, confirming that the seemingly heavy table really did not cause her any strain at all. It was all too easy! She tried supporting the object with just a single arm. Still nothing! As she began to lower it with the table outstretched lengthwise, it began to creak under the strain of its own weight. So, it really was heavy. At least, to itself.

Was this really what it meant to be as strong as ten Earthlings or Xenonians? The local building materials must be very light and flimsy if that was true. Oh well, she could put an exact number to her expected “one magnitude” of enhancement later in her parents’ fortress.

The hardest part of putting everything back in place was how delicate she had to be. The well-maintained, expensive looking furnishings splintered under her fingers if she gripped with so much as a tiny bit of force. She grimaced every time she crushed yet another household object with her long, delicate fingers. She quickly realized it was crucial for her to find the center of mass of each of the various objects. But her endless energy and extreme flexibility was more than up to the task of balancing the squishy Earth furnishings. As she squirmed and bent her way gracefully under the next large yet feather-light cabinet tossed aside by her mere breath, she couldn’t believe how easy it was to contort her own body now!

Soon, everything was back in place, albeit mostly scarred by the imprints of her fingerprints, inches deep into whatever material it happened to be made of.

Starla quickly cleaned up all of the looseleaf paper she had sent scattering, placing it back on the coffee table. There was a single letter addressed to her.

Dearest Starla,

We wished we could be here to welcome you to our home. But I fear our time left on this Earth is limited...

Our planet has suffered a plague that afflicts the elderly. We have both contracted the disease, I am sorry to say.

We leave to you everything we have. When you turn 18, or if you already are by the time you get here, you can speak to our estate attorney. We leave you our modest fortune, which includes an apartment in the city. We needed to give you an Earth name, so we decided on Jane Gwent. We hope you will be happy with this.

We leave to you our entire library so that you can learn what our culture is like. Our books, our media, our entertainment… We hope you will find it enjoyable.

We so desperately wished to meet you and raise you as our own. You are beautiful, inside and out.

Everything we have is yours.

Love,
Joanna and Mark

Starla sat on the couch, stunned, her sapphire blue eyes large and trembling. Her quick shallow breaths sent all the rest of the papers she had just stacked swirling again. Just… just how much could she lose in one day?

Chapter 10

“Global News Network, reporting in with a new sighting of Star Girl! It seems Burghtown’s superheroine has her sights set on more than just this city! She was spotted in the Baltic today, holding up a broken train rail over a river! Here’s footage from one of the eyewitnesses on location!”

A grainy video played, showing Star Girl in her now iconic uniform floating in midair above a body of water, one arm extended holding a track up while allowing a speeding train to run over it. Her other hand was brushing her hair, her attention elsewhere. When the train had finally passed, a faint beam of light shot from her eyes four times, heating and softening the rails, welding them together. Then a frozen cone of her breath cooled and hardened it into place.

She disappeared from the frame, but a loud screech could be heard, even from this distance. The filmer frantically moved their phone to her sudden new location and zoomed in. She was a few dozen feet in front of the train, and she appeared to be blowing at the train, and it was halting!

By the time the locomotive reached Star Girl, it had lost most of its velocity. She merely extended a fingertip and held the powerful machine in place as she examined her nails. When the wheels finally stopped spinning with a final thud of surrender, she took off into the sky once more.

“Star Girl spotted in the crisis of the ship in a canal! There can’t be many more skeptics about this heroine anymore! We have way too many eyewitnesses and film for them to believe this is a hoax! She… she lifted 200,000 metric tons! With one hand! While flying! It’s hard to see her in all the videos considering how enormous the ship is… but there’s no doubt those are her colors! And who else could it be anyway?! She’s… she’s even waving to the cameras with her free hand and pressing the ship up and down!”

“Star Girl in a bit of trouble!? We have complaints from the victim of a potential mugging that Star Girl assaulted her! Ma’am, would you care to share your story?”

“Yes, yes I would!” the corpulent, unsightly woman snorted. “Star Girl. HURT! My arm! She has NO right to touch me!”

“Weren’t you being mugged, ma’am?”

“Yes, I mean, no, I mean, I HAD it under control! I have my mace right here,” she shrieked as she dug dozens of used tissues and odds and ends out of her purse, materializing nothing. “ANYWAY, I expect to see Star Girl in court! For bodily harm! It is my RIGHT! I want to speak to her manager!”

Ali and Yasmin were walking in the middle of the financial district of Burghtown when a sudden gust of wind, far above them, caused a high-rise platform to oscillate violently back and forth, sending two window cleaners plummeting 40 stories to their imminent doom.

As they fell, their screams became more and more audible to the pedestrians below. Ali and Yasmin finally looked upward and saw the shadow of two large, male human bodies heading right for them.

Before they could even react, a red and blue blur flashed through the air, plucking both of the falling men out of the air. Star Girl hovered there, carrying each man in an arm pressed against her side, eight feet above the ground, her lovely legs and beautiful backside on full display in her revealing leotard to Ali and Yasmin below.

The two girls gasped loudly as the sudden shock of realization hit them.

“Citizens, are you okay?” Star Girl asked.

Both men whimpered and trembled in her arms.

“Would you like me to put you back up there, or…?”

“N-no!” one cried. The other one whimpered, clutched her smooth, bare arm, and shook his head.

“Okay! Please be careful!”

Star Girl placed them both on the concrete pavement. Both mens’ legs failed them as they crumpled to the ground.

“Star Girl!” Ali yelled. She couldn’t believe she was seeing her in person!

Star Girl smiled at Ali, gave her a wink and a wave, and flew off.

“Star Girl is sooo cool!” Ali gushed in the cafe.

“She definitely is, though I wonder…” Yasmin ruminated.

“Wonder what?”

“She’s absurdly powerful, right? I mean, this is even crazier than fantasy! Every time I see her, I wonder if I’m dreaming.”

“Yeah, so? That’s what makes her cool! Whoosh!” Ali mimed Star Girl’s superbreath.

“But what if she, you know, does something bad? Who could stop her?”

“Oh come on, she’s clearly a hero!”

“I know, but what if!”

“Yasmin, I don’t know why I'm dating you sometimes. You’re such a downer!”

“I’m serious! Isn’t it scary?”

Suddenly, the floor seemed to be shaking. It stopped as a stomping Jane arrived at their table with the regular blueberry scone and coffee.

“Star Girl would never do something like that!” Jane huffed.

“Ah, so you’re naive and trusting like my silly girlfriend, I see.” Yasmin shook her head.

“Yeah!” Ali whooped. “Star Girl rules!” She stuck her hand out for a high five. Jane slapped her open hand, gently, with relish.

“You two are so hopeless. God forbid your angels become demons.” Yasmin sighed in resignation.

Jane scowled.

Star Girl rescued a cat from a tree, allowing it to scratch and claw her invulnerable skin harmlessly before handing it back to a little girl. All the while, she was watching Ali and Yasmin on their date.

“Thanks, Star Girl! You’re the best!” the child squeaked.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah! Take good care of your cat!” She gave the girl a little salute, and blasted back above the clouds.

It took only a few seconds to scan Burghtown and all of the surrounding states for any sign of trouble before she refocused her attention on Ali. They were strolling around Central Park having ice cream. Maybe, it just might be fun to…

Star Girl focused her eyes, concentrating to tap into just the tiniest fraction of her infinitesimal power. It really seemed like she had never stopped gaining in power—she suspected that a lack of concentration, and her eye lasers would blow the planet into smithereens.

Instead, she exercised her power to perfection, turning Ali’s scoop into a bubbling, drippy, sticky mess.

“Whoa! What the hell!” Ali cried, dropping her molten ice cream.

“Okay I know climate change is a thing, but that is weird,” Yasmin acknowledged. “You want some of mine?” She offered her cone to Ali.

Star Girl dove foot-first to the ground, too fast for people to see, hidden behind some large oaks. Peeking around the thick trunk, she pursed her lips, and again, using only the tiniest of her power, blew a stream of relentless air toward Yasmin’s hand. She drove the ice cream right into Ali’s face.

“Yasmin! Wha… mmmrff, mmrf!”

Star Girl continued to blow, smearing Yasmin’s ice cream all over her girlfriend, swiping it over her cheeks, her nose, her lips… the young supergirl’s unfathomably strong fingers crunched into the dense tree bark as she tried to contain her laughter.

“Ali! I… I don’t know what’s going on! I can’t stop!”

Star Girl finally relented and soared back into the sky, giggling.

“Yasmin, what the hell!” Ali yelled as she swabbed her face with a napkin.

“Als, I… I didn’t do it on purpose! I swear!”

“Is this your idea of a prank!? It isn’t funny!”

“No! I… it felt like my hand was being guided by an invisible force!”

“Ugh!”

They continued on their stroll in a much more dour mood. In the center of the park were ancient, tall trees with thick branches hanging overhead… which had been known to crack and fall before.

Star Girl blew across the branches gently, rattling them violently. As they began to bend and creak, she sliced a particularly large one clean off with her eye lasers, letting it drop on a collision course right onto Ali’s head. Then she swooped into action, catching the heavy wood in one palm raised above her head.

Ali and Yasmin didn’t even have a chance to react before they witnessed a flying Star Girl overhead.

“Citizens! Are you alright?!” Star Girl asked as she floated down gracefully.

“Oh… oh my god! That would have hit me!” Ali shuddered at the sudden realization.

“Oh fuck… it’s really you, Star Girl! Thank you!” Yasmin echoed.

“Okay, I’m glad to see everyone is safe.” Star Girl looked for an excuse to hang around. She usually took off after rescues.

“I… I can’t believe it’s really you!” Ali began to squeal like a fangirl. “I want to know so much about you! Where are you from? Why do you have these incredible powers? How strong are you?!”

Star Girl blushed furiously.

“Now, now Als, I’m sure Star Girl has really important things to do. But really, Star Girl, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost Ali...”

Star Girl sighed inwardly. Yasmin was always in the way.

“That’s alright, citizens! They should really take care of some of these more rickety ones! I’ll grab them and then I’ll be on my way!”

She flew into the branches and began tearing them out by crunching them against her toned arms and tight flank. Ali stayed behind to watch, but Yasmin urged them to move on, and they did. Star Girl glared daggers at Yasmin’s back.

Chapter 5

Underneath the foundation of her farmhouse, a nude Starla trained in an immense Xenon-style arena and gymnasium. After two years of enjoying every comfort of her lost homeworld, save companionship, it was easy to see how her people had been seduced by the brute extraction of their planet’s core energy. She couldn’t believe the paradise that her father had created out of the tiny capsule that she’d been transported in!

The unfolding infrastructure it had created underground was sturdy and showed no signs of wear. Museums of replicated houses and rooms of Xenonian furniture, a physical library of their most treasured and critically acclaimed literature, replicas of wide fields where they enjoyed their sports and leisure… not that Starla cared to read it or delve into it much. She much preferred Earthen young romance novels and movies. This world seemed to still believe in happy endings.

But most of it was dedicated to the arena, a place for Starla to train and hone her powers. Her father had planned a regimen to bring out and maximize her potential, but… Starla had exceeded her projected maximum by day one. She was powerful far beyond Astra’s wildest imagination!

To her credit, the fortress continuously recalibrated to try and match Starla’s growth. But Starla smashed every single newly conceived challenge easily for months. The arena generated unnaturally dense materials, weaving exotic fibers and even regenerated matter into impossibly durable alloys. And then, she sent her pretty little fist right through its latest creation with a casual punch. The shattered chunks of newly constructed alloy would eventually get reabsorbed and recycled, and the process would start anew.

Months later, Starla realized that if her fortress really needed a chance to catch up, she would need to actually demonstrate her real power. It was now generating multiple pillars, denser, thicker, littered around the field for her to mow down. She began to go all out, and sure enough, her fortress adapted, building stronger, tougher, more resilient targets. And she continued to demolish them effortlessly. Today would probably be her final day playing destruction on this mock battlefield.

As soon as the starting whistle rang, Starla pushed off the ground with her toes and hovered into midair, never to touch the floor again for the duration of the session. “Standing” completely vertical, she merely hovered straight into the first pillar, her body far more invulnerable than her mother’s greatest technology could withstand. It shattered into a billion pieces upon impact with her gorgeous physique, the shards flying out with deadly force and chipping deep grooves into the other targets. Larger pieces drilled deep into the pillars before they were worn away into ineffective nubs, their projectile energy completely spent.

She blurred from her hovering position and appeared immediately at the next pillar. A quick jab obliterated the next pillar into atoms. And flattened all of the surrounding ones. The shockwave put a deep crack into the wall, which the fortress hustled to repair. She brushed her hair behind her ear while a single fingertip of her other hand traced the flawless curve from her broad hip, along the narrow track of her slender waist, over the clear definition of her ribs and finally paused at the soft crease where her breast rose from the dense wall of her pectoral muscles. It was such a contrast how much tougher her own body was. She would have gouged a deep line into her training ground’s new alloy with that little gesture.

Starla floated to the next ‘nigh indestructible’ pillar with a mischievous curl to her lips , cocking a finger, before she flicked it. An entire chunk blew out of it, faster than any bullet ever fired. She realized that she had probably overdone it, and it would probably permanently damage her fortress, so she shielded her wall from the chunk of alloy by flying in front of its supersonic flight and letting it smash into her invulnerable cleavage. She suppressed a slight moan as she cupped herself and massaged the metal between her breasts until it became molten and dripped down her body.

She turned horizontal and flew headfirst into all of the remaining pillars, sending them all crashing to the floor. To her fortress’s credit, it began conjuring more, having learned from prior experience how incredibly powerful Starla was. No longer could the pillars be strengthened. Instead, it simply supplied more quantity to try and exhaust her.

But she would not be exhausted. Every gentle brush of her leg, every caress of her fingers, triggered the sound of shrieking metal before she atomized or liquified the Xenonian alloy. Growing bored of demonstrating her physical strength, she hovered in the center of it all and drew upon the bottomless well of her energy. Her pupils glowed intensely cerulean as two thin beams of searing heat erupted into existence, melting every pillar into slag before her all-destructive eye lasers could touch them. She spun in midair, flying above the molten puddle, ignoring the distorted, hyper-heated air that should have been suffocating her. The Xenonian technology attempted to reincorporated the materials and generate new, but the temperatures she generated were so extreme that new pillars could not even take form before being reduced into bubbly lava.

She gazed at the floor, causing those lava flows to swell and erupt. They licked at her feet and legs, and she merely shook her limbs clean. The only way left she could gauge how powerful she was was to focus her power on her own body. Bringing her hand to her face, she focused in earnest, the beams doubling and redoubling in power as they widened and threatened to incinerate her entire fortress, despite the fact that she was absorbing the brunt of her own energy.

Finally, Starla winked the lasers out of existence when it became too dangerous and bathed in the scalding heat. Naturally, the dry, oppressive, stinging air didn’t bother her eyes in the slightest. She knew that she wasn’t close to her limit. Did she even have limits? Even emitting pure beams of energy did not seem to drain her reserves at all. How had her mother, the most brilliant scientist that Xenon had ever known, underestimated her abilities on this planet by incomprehensible magnitudes?

Around her, an inferno raged. The machinery struggled to recycle the molten ruins of her casual display. The walls to the fortress were beginning to melt, and the ground outside was visibly burning. Starla did it a favor, pursed her lips, and exhaled. Immediately, the white-hot mess below her bare feet ceased bubbling and iced over. Her fortress would be able to reintegrate it eventually. She directed her little frozen jet of breath upward as well. The grass on the surface of the planet immediately froze over as her icy blast continued straight up into the air, high into the sky, freezing and dissipating clouds in the atmosphere above, despite the fact that she had barely given it a split second puff. Anyway, she was done playing in the power room. There was no way it could keep up with her. It had never been a real contest... just a way of feeling slightly closer to her long-dead parents.

Starla spent most of her time now in what she called the fragile room. She had programmed every object in there to be as flimsy as possible so that she could practice interacting with them without breaking them with a pinch of her fingers. Her kinesthetic mastery had become such that even as her power seemed to grow daily over the last two years, she rarely had an incident anymore. She sat in delicate wicker chairs, brushed styrofoam with her perfectly manicured, indestructible nails, placed utensils in her mouth and closed her indestructibly luscious lips around it, massaged it with her inconceivably strong tongue… everything she touched retained their original shape, more or less.

And she was desperately interested in controlling her power. All her time alone, waiting for her bequeathment from her deceased Earthen foster parents, God bless their souls, was spent consuming either superhero or romance stories.

Starla wanted the adoration of the public. She wanted to help people. To uplift them, guide them, be their beacon of shining hope. And she knew that she could do great things. Impossible things. She spent her time browsing social media, following all trending issues, laughing at all of the funny videos and pictures. She felt that she understood this world she had come to call her home. It made the pain of losing the Xenon of her early childhood so much more bearable.

She also desperately wanted companionship. To know the intimate contact of another thinking mind, to embrace, to struggle with their relationship and overcome any and all odds, no matter the cost, no matter the distance, a transcendent love beyond time and space… it was so romantic! She spent her last day as a seventeen year old eating a bowl of popcorn (the only thing she was capable of cooking) and re-watching her favorite movies, sobbing into a pillow as she lay horizontal in midair.

Controlling her rapidly pounding heart and calming it to relative stillness, Starla closed her eyes and fell asleep, still floating in the second floor bedroom. She couldn’t wait for her first day integrating with Earth!

Chapter 11

“Yesterday was crazy! I can’t believe we met Star Girl! In person! She’s so beautiful and powerful!” Ali gushed.

“Yeah, it only nearly cost you your health. Or your life,” Yasmin soberly reminded her.

“Oh come on, I don’t think a branch was any trouble for her. You’ve seen all the crazy stuff she can do.”

“Of course it’s not trouble for her, Als! But what if she weren’t around! In fact, she always seems to be around…”

“Duh! Superspeed!”

“I mean, yeah, that. But she’s just… don’t you think it’s weird? She’s always in Burghtown.”

“Maybe it’s where she lives! Wouldn’t that be cool!?”

Yasmin was getting upset. “Come on, Als! You can’t tell me you don’t think it’s just a coincidence! And what about those people who complain about her accidentally injuring them, or the destruction of property?”

“What, like those Karens!? The woman was going to get mugged!”

“It’s not just that, Als. ...And lately, I keep getting the feeling that I’m being watched.”

“Yaz, I bet it’s just the stress. You and your big ol’ conspiracy theories. Come on, let’s go to the cafe and say hi to Jane. And then let’s go to our movie.”

“Okay. But we’re not done talking about this.”

Star Girl hovered in the shroud of night, watching Ali and Yasmin consummate their love from miles outside the border of Burghtown. How could someone as perfectly beautiful as Ali be with someone as dour as Yasmin? She watched in jealousy as the couple’s arms intertwined around each others’ backs as they kissed, tenderly at first, just pressing their lips together, before they began to nibble at each other’s lips and flick with their tongues. Star Girl could hear the gentle sound of their flesh pressing and nipping at each other.

She stripped off her boots and leotard, placing them at the very tippy top of a tall tree. Flying back to her midair perch, she focused in again with her x-ray vision, tracing the soft, smooth lines of Ali’s body. How she wanted to knead and massage those breasts, so much softer and fuller than her own athletic, Xenonian super-powered build.

Squeezing her own breasts with enough force to crush a planet, the world’s only superheroine turned voyeur moaned as she watched Ali and Yasmin begin to touch each other in earnest. She did everything in tandem with Yasmin, imagining herself in her place, embracing the wonderful Ali and receiving her crush’s intimate caresses.

Burning with an intense desire that she had never experienced before, Star Girl pinched her aching, budding nipples with her fingers as Ali touched Yasmin’s. The heroine’s hips bucked violently in midair as her pink, superhuman folds grew slick. Oh, she had never felt this good before when she did it by herself! Ali was pure joy and ecstasy tied up in a beautiful package, and Star Girl needed her! She knew how Ali felt about her, and she knew they were meant for each other!

Yasmin moaned as Ali trailed butterfly kisses down her neck. Star Girl traced the back of her own fingers, mirroring the tender act in her own way, pressing hard enough to dent her own skin—something that nothing on Earth had ever been able to do.

Ali made her way down to Yasmin’s flat chest—which Star Girl noted with glee. Ali’s fingers traced downward to Yasmin’s mound, flowing through her silky pubic hairs, and slowly parted her nether lips and inserted herself. Star Girl drooled as she continued to pinch her nipples harder than any force on earth and traced her own hand down her wonderfully built torso to her perfectly smooth pussy. She inserted her own fingers with a wet plunge, slamming into her own inner core with enough strength to shatter the walls of her Xenonian fortress.

As she churned two fingers inside of herself while swirling her thumb roughly against her clit, Star Girl lost herself in pleasure as she continued to peep at her life’s love. Her glowing eyes emitting their x-ray vision never lost sight of Ali as she let the pleasure build inside of her. It had been so long since she’d done this!

Ali had moved down to lick languidly at Yasmin’s clit, pushing her chin into her and flicking her tongue powerfully, swirling it over that throbbing bud while curling the fingers inside of her love canal. Yasmin was trembling, body rigid, a pin cushion of desire ready to burst. But it was nothing compared to the superhuman pressure building inside of Star Girl.

Star Girl fondled herself at superspeed, delivering heavenly ecstasy through her entire being. Her entire body clenched as she began to jerk spastically in midair, her endless, exponentially growing power finally unleashing itself upon the world around her. Her arm vibrated powerfully, her fingers blurred, she could feel the budding pressure behind her eyes… another rough squeeze of her invulnerable breast… her incomprehensibly strong hand and fingers grinding, pushing, teasing at her unbreakable sex…

Star Girl erupted in a blaze of passion she’d never known before. Her body seized up, and when she finally exhaled, the force was so powerful that century-old trees in the wake of her breath snapped off, breaking at the trunks. It had dissipated enough that when it struck Burghtown, it merely rattled the foundations.

But Star Girl wasn’t done. Fully enrapt in her pleasure, her eyes emitted her searing laser vision just as she arched her back and clenched, craning her neck toward the sky. Thick, wide beams of unstoppable energy blasted into the void of space, traveling far beyond the solar system with no end in sight. The ambient temperature rose a thousand degrees as all the clouds evaporated.

In her panicked ecstasy, Star Girl tried to stop the lasers, willing her eyes to stop emitting her all-destructive beams, but her pleasure looked for other outlets. Her entire body went rigid as she accelerated toward the ground at max speed, burrowing a deep, Star Girl shaped crater. Her fingers and toes carved deep grooves into the earth as she continued to buck in her unbroken minutes-long ecstasy. Her entire body quaked. Her hips bucked into the air as her nectar shot out of her as her pink folds quivered violently. When her perfect rear slammed into the ground, the entire city felt the devastation of her orgasm.

Eyes still closed, glowing with unfathomable energy, she finally gave voice to her pleasure, starting as a low, guttural moan turning into a powerful scream. Her body jackhammered against the earth, shattering the wide open fields around her before the tectonic waves ruptured the city’s sidewalks and infrastructure. Still, her wracked body still had much further to go, her heart pumping wildly as it powered her endless orgasms. She gave into her body’s desires and opened her eyes once more, her sky-blue eyes scorching the heavens above with her joy as her body shattered the world beneath her.

It would be known as the most devastating earthquake that the county of Burghtown had ever suffered. The incident happened at 11:03 PM, with its epicenter a few miles outside of town. Star Girl was quickly on the scene by 11:14 PM. But the devastation had already been done. Undocumented was that she had rescued a girl named Ali Sodorova first. Among the victims was Yasmin, who had not been able to evacuate the crumbling apartment in time.

6 Months Later

Jane sat in math class in the far back, watching Ali’s every move as she got out of her car, slammed the door, opened it again when she realized she forgot her backpack, slammed it again, then ran to class. She meekly climbed the stairs and took a seat next to Jane.

They smiled at each other as Ali placed her hand on Jane’s.

“I’m really glad I met you, Jane. Thanks for being here with me through all of this.”

“Of course! I’m really glad I met you too, Als. I’d do anything for you.”