The Adventures of The Hellcat Pt. 03

As Maggie finished up her last routine of the day, she walked down the stairs in her snug purple and gold CSU Phoenixes sleeveless leotard, and smiled as Carol, her coach, was waiting for her. She was giving Maggie a broad and confident smile, which Maggie returned.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, girl, but you're a shoe in for all around 1st place, as long as you keep this up."

"Thanks Carol! I honestly don't know what's gotten into me today, I just feel so...alive out there."

"Well whatever you had for breakfast, keep eating it! You've got US Olympic Team written all over you, Maggie!"

"Thanks coach."

This gave Maggie pause. She knew very well what had gotten into her. She'd become a super human. She thought about all the other girls on her team. She thought about all the other girls around the country which had that very dream. Making it to the Olympics. Getting on the Wheaties box. Waving to throngs of screaming spectators. These girls struggled their whole lives, just to get a chance to make that dream happen, and now Maggie was going to waltz through it easily. Was it fair? Was it wrong?

As Maggie left the shower, walking back to her locker, she was so deep in thought, while drying herself off with a towel, that she didn't even notice her friend, Molly trying to get her attention.

"Hey, Mags"

These powers didn't seem like the sort of thing that Maggie could turn off and on. They were always there. Maggie could always feel them in the back of her mind. She wasn't normal anymore. She wasn't one of the girls. She was super human.

"Yoo-hoo! Mags! Earth to Mags!"

What was it that Bastet has said about her powers, when Maggie had made the pact? "You're to use them to help people" she had said. "If you abuse these powers, and use them for ill gains, they'll abandon you." Did this count as abuse? Was it ill gains? This had always been Maggie's dream. How could she...

"Yikes! Ow! Shite, Molly! What the hell! That was a bit out of order." Maggie was snapped out of her revelry by a sharp slap on her bare buttock, as Molly, wearing a cheeky grin, and not much else, finally managed to get her full attention.

"Pfft, you know you liked it. Where were you just now? I've been trying to get your attention ever since you left the shower"

"Sorry," said Maggie, whilst trying to rub the stinging pain away from her now cherry coloured tush. "I was just...er...got some things on my mind. Nothing important."

"I can't imagine what that would be. I heard about what happened in Hooker Park. Are you ok?"

"How'd you hear about that?"

"Terry told me. I tried calling you Saturday morning, and when I couldn't get a hold of you, I called Terry. I thought you'd be working. That's when he filled me in."

"Damnit, I don't want that being a big deal. Anyone else know?"

"Oh yeah, it's the big talk! We heard some new hero saved you!"

"Yeah, that's true, but I honestly don't remember much about it. I was a bit out of sorts and in a panic at the time."

"I can't even imagine. Seriously though, you know you can talk to me, right?"

"Of course, Molly" Maggie said with an endearing smile. "If I need to talk, you're always the one I turn to."

"Good. So you're ok?"

"Absolutely. I'm great, I promise. I'm just overthinking a few things." Maggie gave Molly a friendly smile.

"Overthinking? That's a first!"

Maggie's smile turned into a scowl, as she whapped a giggling Molly with her towel. This resulted in a brief naked tug of war fight over Maggie's towel. The two girls barely noticed at this point. They'd seen one another naked hundreds of times over the years. In the showers, after training. Weekends out partying, whenever Molly would come to Maggie's place to change. Even once, over a game of strip poker, in which the two girls had almost had to cheat, in order to lose against the boys they'd been playing against. They're bodies, moistened by the shower spray, their young nubile breasts bouncing as the giggled and jostled, was just another day to them.

Maggie had always admired Molly's body, though. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Maggie's. They sloped gently forward in an alluring symmetry to one another, sitting wide and high in her chest. Her body was finely toned, and caught the eye of every boy, and several women, and for some reason, as they horse played over the towel, Maggie caught herself admiring it more.

The way her toned legs moved. The gentle bounce of her small but pert breasts. The scent of her herbal shampoo. The cleanly shaved pussy, its tight lips peeking out playfully between her finely toned thighs. Maggie realised, with surprise, that she was admiring her best friend's body in an alarming way. She couldn't help but to steal a wayward glance, as they laughed innocently enough on the outside.

Maggie noticed her nipples beginning to tighten, and feigned losing her grip on the towel, and pouted at Molly's victory dance. She turned back to Molly in order to hide a blush, and began getting dressed, quickly pulling on cyan thong knickers. She suddenly, and for the first time, felt truly naked in front of Molly. This thought disturbed her. Maggie considered herself 25% bisexual, and she had slept with women in the past, but never her best friend. The though had never crossed her mind, until now.

"As though I'm not dealing with enough life altering moments as is" thought Maggie.

Molly and Maggie had come onto the team the same year, and had quickly become fast friends. So much so, that they'd become known as the M&Ms. Both girls were Empire City natives, Molly had come from New Bronx and Maggie from Brickstown. Both girls had come to CSU on a gymnastics scholarship, but unlike Maggie, Molly had no intentions of being a professional.

Molly was an engineering major and a brilliant one at that. It'd always been her first love. Molly loved building things, and gymnastics to her had always been a way to get there. This annoyed several members of the team, because she was great at it. Molly was probably the second best, next to Maggie, some could argue. Maggie had always stuck up for her, though, not to anyone's surprise. Molly was the type of person to make the world a better place. She was a genius, and the world needed people like her. Then it occurred to Maggie, that Molly also had a sewing machine.

"Hey, Mol. You still have that old sewing machine?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I've got a few old clothes that I want to hem up a bit. Would you mind if I borrowed it for a few days?"

"Sure! I'm finishing up a dress I've been working on tonight, but I can bring it over to your apartment tomorrow after class... One condition, though. Wine, movies, and you have to cook."

"Tomorrow works great, but why do I always have to cook?"

"Because I don't know how, and I need you to take care of me." Said Molly, giving a mocking pouty face, to which Maggie just rolled her eyes.

"Fine, you bring the movies and wine. I'll make us something worth lugging a sewing machine across town for."

"Deal! Cya tomorrow Mags!"

~~~Trouble Sleeping~~~

Maggie decided, that since everyone already knew about her being kidnapped, that she might as well milk it for a few days off, in order to do some prep work and also to ponder her moral dilemma over her future on the gymnastics team. After arranging an extension for the rest of her week, from all her professors, she went home and pulled out her shopping bags from the day before.

She'd spent a fortune, but she saw it as an investment. Among the items that she'd bought, was some yellow fabric paint, dye, and an air brush. She wanted to see what her design would look like in practice, so she made a stencil and walked out into her balcony, and began spraying her old blue leotard with the rigid, zigzagging, and intersecting tribal design she's come up with the day before.

A couple of hours later, she was finished to her satisfaction, and held it up. The wild design gave her outfit a savage and dangerous look, to what would otherwise be a silly light hearted attempt at a costume. She decided she liked it. She went to hang it up in her bathroom to dry, and then returned to her shopping bags.

While she'd been out shopping, she'd also come across a beautiful costume shop, and went in to see what she could find. She had come across a beautiful masquerade mask, styled after a cat. The mask covered the upper half of her face, from the tops of her cheek bones to halfway up her forehead, and came down covering the bridge of her nose. The eyes had an exotic slant to them, and the mask itself tapered to a point, just above the brow, au la Julie Newmar.

Maggie spent another hour with blue and yellow model paint, making sure it was perfect. Last but not least, she had found, at the same shop, a combed hair band, with blue furry cat ears adorning it. It had been absolutely perfect. Tomorrow, before Molly arrived, she'd try everything on and see how it all looked. She couldn't wait.

That night, as Maggie lay in her bed, she began to feel restless and frustrated. A thousand thoughts were streaming through her mind. She thought about her gymnastics career, her costume design, her new powers, and her story on her adventure to Hooker Park for Terry at the CTU Sentinel, and Molly's body.

"Damnit, what the hell is the matter with me?" Maggie cried out. First, there was the delicious Detective Rowe that she caught herself craving, after what should have been a rather traumatic experience. Now she was lusting over her friend. No matter how much she tried to push it out of her mind, the images kept coming back. Did she have a super powered libido as well now?

Maggie couldn't hold the thought back. She knew she was aroused. She could feel the heat between her legs growing. Her hand gently traced her own breast through the soft cotton off her t-shirt, as she thought of the gentle slopes of Molly's soft smooth breasts. What would they feel like under her hands? How soft would her skin be next to her cheek?

Maggie circled the tips of her hardening nipples, through the thin cotton barely constraining them, as her mind drifting to the perfect peeks of Molly's. They grew so long when she was aroused. So perfectly pointed. How would they feel sliding over Maggie's moistened lips? How would they taste against her tongue? Maggie breathed sharply as the sensations of her fingernail scraping her own nipples through the thin cotton transferred directly towards her own clit.

Maggie kept her hand on her breast, massaging, kneading it, and teasing the nipple as her right hand began sliding down over her stomach. She thought how it might feel if it were Molly's stomach. Maggie's hands sliding down her toned abs. Her lips pressing to Molly's taut flesh. At that moment, Maggie would have done anything to sink her teeth into that tight delicious flesh and make Molly yelp with desire.

Maggie's hand slid downward, over her grey cotton bikini knickers, sliding downward still, until she found the patch that had been growing moist with arousal. She found her slit, and began sliding her finger up and down along its length, moaning from the myriad of sensations. Her teasing nipples, the feeling of her finger through her wet knickers, the images of Molly oozing through her brain. It was too much to bear.

With an angry grunt, Maggie kicked off her knickers, threw off her t-shirt, and began jilling herself with a fury. She began rapid thrusting two fingers in an out of her dripping pussy, bucking her hips upward to meet each thrust. Moaning in time with each stroke, she roughly clutched her own breast. She wondered if this is how Molly would like it.

Maggie writhed on her bed, grinding her hips as she began roughly strumming her clit, working herself into a fervour. She pinched her nipple sharply, as she felt the growing fire coming from the back of her sexuality. It was building, and building quickly. She was close. She was very close. She slowed down her jilling to delay her approaching orgasm just long enough to make it more powerful.

It was just there, just on the edge, just a flick away. She didn't want a smooth, drawn out orgasm. She craved a buck your hips and scream, orgasm. She let it build just a few moments more, yes...just there...almost...NOW.

Maggie screamed loud, and thrust her pelvis forward wildly, as she came with images of a writhing Molly dancing through her mind. Her hips jerking as she milked the orgasm, by flicking her clit franticly all the way through. Her nipple burned and ached, as she'd squeezed it far harder than intended.

Maggie collapsed on the bed in a sweaty breathless heap, panting for air, as she gradually came to her senses. She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her head into her pillow, as she screamed in frustration and shame. She'd just jilled herself to an intense orgasm, while thinking of her best friend.

Feeling even more frustrated, and nowhere closer to falling asleep, she skulked out of her bed, and stomped her way to the loo in order to clean up. After washing up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, and gave herself a disappointed look.

"Mags," she told herself, "You need to get a hold of yourself. You're over complicating this. You're going through some changes, and it's affecting your mind, but you do NOT want to fuck Molly."

"Why Mags, I do believe you're right!" she replied back. "I'm just mildly insane at the moment, due to..."

Maggie's attention was drawn to the mock-up costume she'd left hanging in the loo, just to see how it looked. She turned to feel the fabric, and smiled to herself, seeing that it was fully dry. She was up anyway, may as well get the effect now. This would take her mind off things.

She grabbed the costume off the hanger, and walked into her bedroom, turning her lamp on the lowest setting, she began pulling the leotard that she had worn when she was younger, and much less developed. Was it her imagination, or was it even more snug than last time?

Before checking herself in the mirror, she walked to her desk to grab the mask and the hair band. Securing the band in her hair, by the combs, she was happy with the way it kept her wild red locks out of her face. Then she put on the mask. It felt comfortable and fit her face perfectly. Securing the strap around the back of her head, she tested it by jerking her head back and forth, and was pleased that the mask didn't budge. Finally, going to the mirror, she allowed herself the inspection.

There was no way to supress her grin. Sure, the costume was cheap and slapdash, but she could tell that the final effect would be stunning. The too tight leotard covered all it was supposed to, but hid nothing. She'd neglected to put on a sports bra, so her still erect nipples clearly poked through the fabric. She could even make out the dip of her navel.

The cut over her hips rode far higher than intended, and the full coverage back was now closer to a Brazilian style cut, leaving ample portions of her cheeks exposed. The sleeves only came to the middle of her forearms, but that didn't concern her. Her bare legs, which Maggie always thought of as her best physical feature, stood proudly displaying her toned and firm skin.

"Yup, that'll get the bad guys attention." Maggie said with a grin. "Right before I break their jaws."

Maggie smiled. She looked like a super hero.

Maggie still needed the footwear, but that could wait until later. She went to her closet and rifled through her shopping bags. Bending over, she felt the suit threatening to ride up her bum, and decided that full coverage was the way to go. Maggie found what she was looking for, and pulled out several pairs of full length socks. Some yellow, some blue. She picked out a yellow pair, and pulled them up to her knees, then viewed herself in the mirror, and nodded happily.

All this absolutely cheered Maggie up, and she began to reach for the clasp to undress herself, when she stopped herself. Looking at her clock, it was 2AM. She peaked out of the curtain of her window, as a mischievous grin crawled over her face.

"Oh, why the hell not?"

~~~The Patrol~~~

Hellcat took stock of her current situation and gradually realised that it was more than a bit ridiculous. There she was, standing on a rooftop at 2 AM, wearing a crudely painted leotard, cat ears, and a masquerade mask, looking for trouble. She had to remind herself over and over, that she had to get used to this. She had to accept this as her new normal.

Hellcat simply had to get used to the idea of running around in the middle of the night, dressed in a flashy costume, actively searching for the worst sort of elements Empire City had to offer. She would then confront them and stop them from victimising the innocent, be it by reason or by force. She had always fantasised about having the opportunity, and now it was here. She just had to muster up the nerve to see it through, and she was determined to do just that.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and started running.

She didn't run fast, but rather lightly jogged along the rooftop. Toying with her powers in the stadium gave her confidence. She didn't even flinch when she came to the ledge, she merely jumped, flying clear from one rooftop to the next, and continued running. Hellcat found a pace which she was comfortable with, and realised that she wasn't even getting winded. Fifteen minutes later, running, and jumping, she didn't even feel out of breath.

Hellcat saw a taller building coming before her. She broke into a sprint, took a flying leap and soared into the air. She flew upwards to the ledge of the taller building, grabbed the ledge with her hands, and flipped through the air into a summersault, landing in a crouch. She grinned from ear to ear. That was her highest jump yet.

Hellcat paused a moment and took stock of her surroundings. She was miles from home but she knew where she was. She'd neglected to wear a sports bra, but the leotard was more than tight enough to keep her breasts in place. The shape of her nipples were clearly visible in a rather lewd fashion. There was no hiding them.

The back of her suit had ridden decisively up her arse, but she didn't take the time to adjust it right away. She's wait until there was a reason to. She did this for three reasons. Firstly, it'd just ride back up again anyway. Secondly, she wanted to get used to being more exposed then intended. Perhaps not running about starkers, but the occasional wardrobe malfunction was bound to occur on occasion. Lastly, she had to admit that she was getting a bit of an exhibitionistic thrill. Perhaps she did have a super powered libido after all.

It was during this moment of reflection that she heard it. A scream.

Hellcat rushed to the edge of the roof top and looked in the direction the scream had come from. There, half a block away, was a woman being dragged into an alleyway by five men. Hellcat's heart was pounding out of her chest. She hadn't been expecting this. She hadn't thought that she'd have to stop a crime this soon. She wasn't ready! That woman was being attacked, though, so she had no choice. It was now or never.

Hellcat narrowed her eyes, stilled her breath, and started sprinting. No fancy acrobatics this time. She ran and jumped, making her way, as fast as she could, to the building overlooking the alleyway. Once she reached the ledge she crouched down on all fours and surveyed the situation.

"You came to the wrong part of town, bitch. Now you gotta pay the toll...with that ass"

One man held the woman by her throat, pinned against the wall. She was trembling and terrified. The other four thugs started laughing at her frightened whimpering. This made Hellcat angry. Very very angry. She didn't know why. She didn't know where it came from, but a rumbling growl emanated from the back of her throat.