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Superheroes & Supervillains: Their Needs

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Vignette One

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Arisia sighed, finally able to take a breath after completing the mission with her usual plethora of Justice League superheroes. The group seemed to be growing, composed of Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Terra, Bleez, Star Sapphire, Mera, Zatanna – and, of course, herself. Arisia was not to be left out of that.

Relocating seven villages on Ven-3, a planet with a more hostile environment than Earth where she often relocated to with the Justice League, was a challenging task. Yet they'd had to get them out of there before the volcano erupted – and that was what they were there for.

Sometimes, it seemed like their lives were becoming one thing after the other, one mission after the other, and Arisia would struggle with that, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Just because something outwardly seemed like the right thing, after all, didn't mean that it actually was.

Still, she could rest easy on that one, for they wouldn't interfere with the natural order of things. That time, the entire team was staying on the planet until the volcano erupted, rivers of lava flowing down the sides and streaming into the villages, to ensure there was no long-lasting harm. Of course, it was unlikely that all of the villagers would be able to return to their former homes, but that was something that the Justice League could also take care of.

“Is that all of the communicators?" Power Girl asked, hovering as Wonder Woman, who was their often-assumed leader of the team, glanced up at her. “Village seven, Arthmisk, didn't have more than one amongst them."

Wonder Woman sighed, her dark hair falling forward.

“It will have to do for now," she said. “At least every village, every group, has a way to communicate with us."

Star Sapphire and Mera nodded, having taken charge of the communications side of things. Even if they all butted heads from time to time, for there were several strong personalities at play amongst them, but it was definitely a good thing that there were lots of them, so they could more easily divide up tasks like that.

The moon rose in the sky, framed by its partner, as Wonder Woman eyed the ragged, craggy landscape. It was hardly a place for a village, but it was home to many.

“Let's get higher," she said. “If we climb the mountain, we'll be out of range of any immediate harm or danger and also be able to keep an eye on the volcano."

“It'll be a great view of the eruption," Zatanna said, a grin on her lips, though the sorcerer didn't often concern herself with serious things – when they pertained to other people, that was. “All the better!"

No one commented on that, although it was a good idea to get some distance as a subtle tremor rumbled beneath their feet. Not all of them could fly, even though those that could often helped the others get quickly out of harm's way when the need came to be.

Picking the tallest mountain, even though the trek would be treacherous, they began the climb with supplies from the ship. Of course, that was left protected with a force field around it that the lava would simply spill off. Yet it was good to move and remember exactly why they were there, the ground a dusty red and the rocks rising around them in a craggy hue of orange. The mountain was not a forgiving place as they worked their way higher and higher, keeping up a fairly good pace. Being superheroes, even though their powers were mixed, at least meant their stamina was high.

Arisia shook her head at how little distance they seemed to have covered, her powers itching to flow to the surface and aid her in the climb.

“Why are we climbing like this," she wondered out loud, even though it was not quite like her to be so outspoken with a larger group, “when there are so many of us that can fly? Even Zatanna has used her powers to levitate, kind of. We don't need to be stuck on the ground for this."

Mera murmured her agreement, though that made sense: she, of course, was most at home in the water itself and that was never going to change.

Wonder Woman, however, had a different perspective.

“It's a good team building exercise," she said, offering a smile, though that did not often leap to her lips those days, considering all the Justice League had gone through. “Working together, we have to remember that it's not all about the missions. We have to stick together too, as a team."

Arisia pressed her lips together. That sounded like something else Wonder Woman was working through – but who was she to judge? Sighing lightly, she resigned herself to the climb, the group following a narrow herder's path – perhaps they had livestock that thrived on the rough slopes? – higher and higher. The rocks were easier to avoid when they had something of a trail to follow.

The volcano grumbled and they moved on, Bleez rolling her eyes even though she strode to the front of the group. It was as if she wanted to make a point about being the strongest, though it was rage, of course, that fuelled her, as was the way. However, the dull heat of the land surrounding the village faded the higher they went, cool sinking into their skin. Their outfits were not really designed to protect them from the elements, though many of the group had powers that would keep them warm, which could be shared, if needed.

Yet the wind picked up, pulling at her form-fitting white bodysuit, her feet aching within her boots. Still, Arisia didn't want to be the one to complain, even as tiny shards of ice whipped through the air. Clouds swirled darkly above and yet it was the shift in temperature in the atmosphere, and the comparative temperature of the ground they were walking on, that allowed the snow to settle as the blizzard started.

At first, they tried to carry on, putting their heads down and battling their way through it, teeth gritted. Yet it was not to be, not as Wonder Woman halted their group when the blizzard swirled around them with such a biting ferocity that they could not even see where they were putting their next foot in front of them.

“Set up camp!" She shouted, raising her voice to be heard as her dark hair whipped out from her face. “Reinforce the tents!"

It was not the best place to make camp, but at least a flat plateau, roughly halfway up the mountain, offered them some respite. It was all they were going to get, after all, and they worked together to hammer down the pegs holding the guy ropes, using their powers to drive the pegs deep into the hard ground. They were eager to duck into the tents together, sharing some, to gain a respite from the cold as Arisia rubbed her bare arms. Beyond her gloves, she never usually wore anything to cover them.

Thankfully for the team, the blizzard eased overnight, despite them all being in some discomfort from the chill. The tents and sleeping bags protected them somewhat, but not as much as they all would have liked. The next morning, Arisia rose before Power Girl and Terra, who she was sharing a tent with, and made the call to answer the needs of her body.

Just a quick pee, she thought to herself, finding that winter clothes had been placed inside the tent for them – at least a coat that would better warm her bare skin and protect her from the elements. Before the others wake up and we have to get moving again.

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She preferred privacy, after all, though the body often needed things she wasn't always in a good position to provide when she was on a mission – to put it delicately. It was not unusual for Arisia in the slightest to need the bathroom when they were out in the middle of nowhere. Being women, of course, they had to expose a little more, usually, to take care of that need too than the male superheroes did. They were a luckier bunch, but Arisia didn't worry about them too much.

She slipped quietly out of the tent, not wanting to wake or disturb anyone, though the brisk air prickled at her face. However, as she walked away from the tents, rubbing her arms through the large coat she'd donned, a voice cut through the air to her.

“Hey! Where are you going?"

She half-turned, looking back to Terra with a slight frown tugging at her lips. Couldn't she have a moment of peace from anyone?

“I have to pee quickly," she said, rushing the words out of her mouth even though there was nothing truly embarrassing about the act. “I'll be back."

Terra, however, pushed the issue, stepping out of the tent fully.

“Can I come with you?" She asked plainly. “I don't want to go too far from the tents on my own. This landscape seems strange."

Arisia couldn't argue with that, even though she would have preferred a little privacy. She was getting better at going to the bathroom around the other superheroines, though that didn't change her natural inclinations all that much, to be fair to her.

Together, they paced through the crunchy layer of snow, walking higher than they had the day before, for they could not make true contact with the ground with the fresh layer of snow blocking their way. Their boots, at least, protected them somewhat, though Arisia hoped it would at least somewhat warm up again soon.

So much for a team-building exercise.

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It wasn't quite what she wanted to do, although Arisia didn't have all that much say in the matter. With Terra beside her, they made their way carefully behind a large snowbank that would give them some privacy. Being as a lot of the rocks were fully covered with snow, some of them with snow banked up from the blizzard only on one side, it was as good a spot as any. Besides, everyone there was in the same boat with needing to go to the bathroom in a more public location, out in the middle of nowhere.

She squatted down and tugged her bodysuit to the side, glad once again that she didn't have to expose herself all that much to go to the bathroom and take care of her bodily needs. It was one small thing Arisia didn't have to worry about, but her cheeks still turned a shade pinker as she tried not to think about the fact that Terra was right there.

One day, I'll have some privacy again.

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Her heavier, winter clothes hung around her covering her modesty – if anything had been exposed anyway – with the coat easily coming down to Arisia's knees, if she'd been standing. Terra had shrugged on a coat too, though that one had a fluffy rim around the hood.

She made quick work of going to the bathroom, side by side with Terra but neither of them looking at each other. It was an unspoken rule that, when going to the bathroom in strange locales, they would all keep an eye out for one another – yet that somehow simply drew even more attention to the fact they were urinating and more without proper facilities. Arisia barely knew what would be better, considering the circumstances the superheroines often found themselves caught up in.

She finished urinating and cleaned herself up promptly, standing again as her winter clothes all fell neatly back into place. Kicking a little snow over the patch showing where she had gone to the bathroom, she checked on Terra, hoping she was ready to go.

Whereas Arisia was glad to see that Terra had finished and was also pulling her coat back into place, though she had a heavier pair of winter trousers with a tough, waterproof exterior on too, there was something different about what the other superheroine had done out there. She'd expected Terra to only need to pee, just like her, though that was perhaps an assumption Arisia should not have made.

For Terra had not only peed, leaving a wet, yellow streak in the lightly melted patch of snow, but had laid out a long log of poop across the pristine whiteness too. It wasn't just any poop either, but large enough to more than draw Arisia's attention, even though she knew she really shouldn't have been staring at another woman's bowel movement like that.

She simply couldn't help herself, however, as her eyes traced the line of the length, which had enough on it to snake back and forth across the ground. However had something like that come out of Terra? Had she been needing to use the bathroom for quite a while beforehand? Even with something like that, it was difficult to say.

It was easily twenty-nine inches long, though even that seemed impossible, and steamed faintly in the morning air, its temperature contrasting with the temperature of the air and snow around it. It looked soft, though she was not about to explore that, even if it appeared to have very lightly “squished" into the ground in some places. Yet it was as thick around as a can of beer too; it had been a long time since Arisia had drank one of those, but she remembered them from the last time she'd been out celebrating with the Justice League. After all, they had to have some time off too.

She blinked at the log, knowing that she was staring but not quite managing to look away. How had Terra even finished excreting a huge log like that while she'd been right next to her? Arisia hadn't even heard anything – but, then again, she had been doing her usual job of keeping a lookout for anyone or anything approaching.

Terra hummed under her breath and stepped away, to the other side of the massive log of waste that could not be ignored.

“Terra, what are…"

She started to ask what was going on, though it quickly became clear that Terra had to go again as she pulled her thick trousers down once more and squatted. Yet it was up to Terra to take care of the needs of her body and Arisia glanced away and back again as Terra let out the tiniest of grunts.

As Arisia half-watched, heat rising unbidden to her cheeks, Terra pushed out another thick log of waste that plopped its way to the ground, betraying the weight behind it. It only seemed like it'd been a few seconds since Terra had started going to the bathroom in the first place, though Arisia didn't know what else to think, turning back to stare as that eighteen-inch poop sat on the ground as if proudly, only to be swiftly joined by another. That one was thinner, as thin as a pencil, and dropped down at a short length: twelve-inches or so. Arisia was almost relieved for Terra, for it had to have taken a lot of effort to work out those poops.

The second log, the eighteen-inch one, however, was definitely a lot harder than the first. It was darker in colour, though still steaming from the warmth of Terra's body, with a light crackling effect down its length. There was a slight narrowing towards the end of it too, as if Terra's sphincter had tried to pinch down on it before her body was ready to release the monster of a poop.

Well, that was calling it a “monster" without paying due attention to the twenty-nine-inch-long snake-like poop that she had pushed out first of all – and so quietly too! As Arisia took a more polite step back, Terra finished off with another seven-inch-long loop that was even thicker than the first. She sighed a little as she pushed it out, though the moment it dropped to the ground, a rippling fart blasted through the silent morning.

“Oh."

Arisia turned away again as the fart echoed in the cold morning, with nothing to dampen the sound – only carry it further away with less of a muting effect up on the mountainside. Her cheeks heated up, but there was little she could do to hide that as she considered that the last poop must have acted like a cork of sorts, finally letting Terra break wind and relieve any tension in her guts.

Yet Terra didn't seem bothered by anything in the slightest; it was sometimes hard to tell with her. Arisia wasn't about to ask her either as Terra redressed herself in the blink of an eye, standing fully to use her powers to pull her logs of poop underground. They disappeared into the snow and earth beneath like creatures, though Arisia knew there was no energy behind them: it was Terra who'd had to use all that energy to grind them out in the first place.

“Sorry, Arisia," Terra had the good grace to say, although she didn't seem all that worried about anything. “I thought I only needed to pee. Don't you hate it when you think you just have to do that…and then have to take a shit too?"

Arisia blinked and half-shrugged. What in the galaxy was she meant to say to that?

“Um, well…" She tried, fumbling with her words. “Yes, I guess so."

She couldn't honestly remember a time when that had happened to her, though it seemed to be the expected answer.

“At least someone sorted these clothes for us," Terra said, as they headed back down to the camp. “I would have frozen out here without them. Okay, even with powers… You have to agree it's cold!"

“Yes," Arisia said, glad to have something she could be on board with. “Yes, I'll be glad when we get back to normal temperatures. I did not consider it would be this cold when it was said we would be dealing with an active volcano."

The entire group seemed to be bustling and ready, though Wonder Woman hustled them along in breaking down the base camp. No one wanted to hang around there and, even if their team-building exercise had not gone quite to plan so far, they had to keep moving. At least when the mission was complete and they had ensured the erupting volcano did not cause further damage that they would have to address, they could finally get off the planet.

They broke down the base camp and packed everything away into packs, heading higher once more. Mera hung back a little, much more comfortable with the water than she was with anything on land, though she could have made a quip about the snow being frozen water. Arisia didn't quite know her well enough to actually raise that with Mera herself, however.

It took them several hours of climbing to reach a flat area, relatively so, higher up on the mountain. The summit was still rather far away and Arisia was starting to wonder about just how realistic it could be to see them at the top before the volcano erupted. They'd probably just have to fly down again anyway, so climbing all the way up was starting to seem like something of a moot point. They were far enough along, however, that she merely filed away the thought as a little more information about Wonder Woman and how the group as a whole approached their relations with one another.

The flatter area was the perfect place to make camp and Arisia sighed, glad to rest. To be finished for the day with her legs unusually aching from the continued, persistent steep climb was a respite indeed – and sorely needed. Mera, Bleez and Star Sapphire broke off from the main group as they made camp, investigating the surrounding area.

“Hey!" Mera waved from the edge of camp, a grin on her face. “Follow me. You'll never believe what I've found."

She was brighter than she had been and, along with the rest of the group, Arisia quickly followed Mera a few minutes away. The snow had melted somewhat in that area, only a couple of inches laying over the ground, though the rocks rose from it too. Arisia understood just how changeable the weather up on the mountains could be, though she hadn't anticipated having to actually deal with it herself quite in that manner.

Coming over a rise, however, she was surprised to see a pool of water in a small depression in the ground. It seemed to steam faintly, though it rippled only in one place, as if it had a source that fed it. She cast her eyes about to see where the water swilled away, following its route down the mountain, but couldn't spot further disturbance in the water; it had to be underwater then, but deeper than where an underground source fed it.

“Mera, what is this?" She asked cautiously, eyeing up the flicker of air above the water with due suspicion. “That can't possibly be warm. Or are you thinking to have a drinking source near camp?"

Mera shook her head.

“It's a pool fed by a geothermal spring," she explained. “It's heated by magma within the mountain, so it must have been an active volcano at some point. It seem stable, however, so there should be no threat of eruption here."

Bleez scoffed a little and rolled her eyes.

“It would be just typical to end up on another active volcano," she said, though her words lacked bite as tiredness coloured her tone. “We've been walking all day and have got nowhere but above more magma!"

Arisia pressed her lips together, offering Bleez a sympathetic look. She wasn't the most level-headed to be out on a mission with, though she could at the very least sympathise with the fact that she didn't want to be out there either. Bleez was more the sort that wanted to get a job done – and, of course, then be done with it. She didn't want to linger when she didn't have to.

“Trust you to find the only spring on a mountain," Wonder Woman commented, though her expression had softened and there was a gleam of relief in her eyes.

“I'm going in," Mera said decisively. “If anyone wants to join, feel free. It's not like I've had the chance to bathe in several days – and there's only a few hours of sunlight left to enjoy this."

That was very true and Arisia shifted her weight, lips twisting as she chewed the inside of her cheek.

“I want to," she said, annoyed at herself, “but I didn't bring a bathing suit with me. I didn't think we'd have the need to bathe outdoors on this mission."

She resisted the urge to cast Wonder Woman a “look" for that, for the multiple-day-long hike really had come out of the blue there.

“Mm, that's right," Power Girl said, looking a bit crestfallen. “I didn't think to bring one either."

The others agreed, though Bleez looked a bit strangely at them. Arisia would have to ask her about that later, though she had not gone swimming or bathing with Bleez before then, so she didn't really know how the superheroine approached it.

How one of the group approached things of that manner, however, quickly became evident as Mera stripped down completely and tossed her clothes to the edge of the pool. She scurried down hastily, the cold nipping at her bare skin, though her thick, red hair ruffled at her back, caught by the breeze.

“You guys can do what you want," she said brazenly. “I never needed clothes to bathe. I don't know why you all do."

She slipped inside and sighed as the warm water glowed over her skin. Arisia groaned. She did make it seem exceptionally tempting, although Arisia had to admit she felt she spent rather a lot of time around the others in various stages of undress and embarrassment already. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if it was all of them together?

That was what she had to go along with, as she followed their lead and disrobed quickly, not making eye contact with anyone. She took a sharp, hissing breath in through her teeth as she hastened through the cool, dropping her outfit by the edge, along with the thicker winter clothes, though the former was far more in need of a wash than the latter.

The heat of the pool was a smooth, drawing relief and she exhaled as she sank into it, all the way up to her neck. It looked like Mera was the only one of the group who had brought bathing supplies and Arisia smiled at the notion that the one of them who was most at home in the water had considered such a thing. For her, it absolutely made sense.

At least she allowed the group to share her supplies and Arisia, at first, averted her eyes from the shining wetness of their bodies as they all set about washing themselves. Zatanna stood in a shallower section with her waist upward out of the water, roughly scrubbing at her arms and claiming about ash. Thankfully, that was something that Arisia hadn't had the misfortune to deal with when they had been evacuating the villages, but not having the luxury of somewhere to bathe certainly made cleansing their skin of impurities a trial indeed.

However, Arisia couldn't help but allow her eyes to roam over the other heroes bathing, even if she did her best to be discreet about it. It was not something she at all wanted to be caught doing, though she kept flicking her gaze back down to the water, doing the majority of her own scrubbing below the surface.

“The contaminants from the soap and our bodies will be filtered away" Mera assured them. “There are layers upon layers of volcanic rock here that…"

As much as Arisia hated to admit it, she wasn't all that interested in what Mera had to say. She let her eyes rest on Mera's breasts: briefly enough that she could have said it was an accident if she was caught looking.

She'd thought for a time that her breasts were too large, sometimes getting in the way of her job. They just seemed so large that she simply had no idea at all if they were normal. Looking at Mera, she noted that her own breasts were a little larger than Mera's, which she wasn't sure what to think about. Sliding her gaze covertly around the other bathing superheroines, she glanced around slowly, her hand rising up her arm to scrub dirt from her skin.

Wonder Woman was about the same size, when it came to her chest, as Mera, though it almost seemed strange to Arisia that she had the largest breasts there. Or did she? She'd have to check out the other superheroines in the group to truly say either way, but that was an activity that came with a sense of risk to it too.

Bleez, however, looked to have small, neat breasts. Arisia was ever so slightly envious of them, considering that, even with her powers, her own heavy chest made her back ache from time to time. The superheroine bent over with her back to the others, allowing Arisia only a few glimpses of her chest, though the cooler air had her nipples perking out nicely. She was well-muscled with a leanly powerful body and Arisia murmured, subtly, her admiration.

Zatanna was the next one her eyes landed on, coming to see her breasts as a little larger than Bleez'. However, that didn't mean she didn't admire and appreciate their bodies, though she observed them with a more curious air than with anything sexual behind it. Zatanna was muscled, yes, but the nature of her powers meant she could rely on “magic" – even though it was a lot more than magic and her own powers turned to a public spectacle. Arisia didn't think she did shows like that anymore, but perhaps Zatanna enjoyed it.

Zatanna stretched her arms above her head, her breasts glistening wetly, as she worked out a kink in her upper back. She groaned lightly and Arisia took a moment to take in just how her breasts pulled down slightly under their own weight. They were a good size, easily a handful each. Yet Arisia didn't consider putting her hands on them, for that was not why she was looking.

However, Terra and Star Sapphire had larger breasts again, even if they were still smaller than Arisia's. Star Sapphire and Terra were easy to compare, as they were around the same size, standing near one another as they washed off. Bathing seemed to have brought out a gentler side to both of them, although Arisia wasn't all so sure about how she felt with Terra coming out with harsher language from time to time. It always seemed to catch her off-guard.

When Star Sapphire bent over, her soft nipples looked more prominent, as if they were pointing down at the lowest point of her breasts in such a position. Of course, that depended on her stance and the lower curve of her breasts nicely sank into place as she stood straight again. Arisia still caught that she was more modest about her body, angling her chest away from the others.

However, Arisia realised she wasn't quite right in thinking that she had the largest breasts when she came to Power Girl. She could barely believe she hadn't noticed before, but Power Girl's breasts were clearly larger and fuller, pulling down noticeably under their own weight. As perky as a woman's breasts could be, gravity still had to come into play when someone's breasts were that large. Power Girl's pink nipples, however, perked up noticeably as she rose from the steaming water, water streaming lusciously from her body.

She blinked, staring for far too long at Power Girl, though Arisia was not really to be blamed for that. In a sense, she was exploring different bodies and how they looked, comparing them to her own. Yet she felt for Power Girl as her breasts had to be troubling her even more than Arisia's got in her own way, although there were benefits to being well endowed in the chest area too. It framed their figures well and, clearly, Power Girl's bodysuit hugged them nicely, showing off every curve of hers in a sweetly flattering way.

Not that Power Girl was all that sweet, though she was formidable in a good way. Arisia wouldn't have commented on her breasts to her face.

There's something I'm missing though…

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She paused trying to work it out as she scrubbed down her legs and between them, working on the inner thighs. It was gross to be so dirty, though it was all part and parcel of her work. And Arisia wouldn't have changed how she helped the galaxy and beyond for anything.

Ah!

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She realised what she'd passed over in a moment, although it wasn't something Arisia might have expected to jump into her mind. For she had some of the most significant, voluminous pubic hair of the group, while the others kept theirs in various states of shaving and trimming – or so it seemed to her eye.

Going back through the group curiously, she allowed her eyes to dart from Power Girl to Wonder Woman, as the leader of the group. It was unusual to her, having not thought about trimming her pubic hair all the way down before, that Wonder Woman had hers shaved near perfectly smooth. After a couple of days out there, on a mission and up the mountain, there was a little growth coming back – but surely that was to be expected too. Wonder Woman's abs tensed, drawing Arisia's eyes up a little, admiring just how lean and muscled her body was. There was power in her and a strength that could not be matched, though Wonder Woman had been through hard times too.

Terra, on the other hand, caught her eye as someone with very little pubic hair too – but there was on extra growth there. Maybe she had waxed? That raised Arisia's eyebrow a little, though she swiftly schooled her expression back to neutral, not wanting to get caught. Surely getting waxed would hurt terribly though, but if it was only a momentary, passing pain maybe that would be worth it for the long-term gain. At least then she wouldn't have to concern herself with shaving it all so often – if she decided to copy them and give it a try.

It was all different ways of looking after themselves, after all, with Power Girl drawing the eye as she washed her hair, bending over to rinse it out after lathering it up. Her pubic hair had been trimmed down to a landing strip, which suited her well, and Arisia imagined did a lot better at not getting in the way of her outfit.

I wonder how that would feel if I tried that?

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Arisia mused over the notion for a moment, thinking about the light curl of a small patch of pubic hair trimmed in that style. There was a problem with the rest of it growing back too, however, which would surely be a little uncomfortable and draw her attention to the area more than expected.

She cast her eyes around, checking to see if anyone else had a similar landing strip of pubic hair. Arisia found it on Star Sapphire, though she didn't have too much growth around the landing strip either, as if she had waxed the rest of it. Her dark hair stood out more than Power Girl's blonde hair, though it seemed like she had a smaller landing strip too. It looked neat and well-kept, though Arisia privately though that anything to do with pubic hair that was not left natural would take more upkeep than she was used to.

The softer, slightly curvier Zatanna had more pubic hair too, though it looked shorter than Arisia may have been expecting, as if she trimmed it with a pair of scissors. Maybe there were scissors and other small gadgets that people had created to help them with things like that?

She glanced between Power Girl and Zatanna, compare their bodies. There was a curve to their hips and waist, but the two of them looked fuller in a way, with Star Sapphire similarly comparable. Looking between the superheroines, she had to consider too just how their different roles led to them building different muscle on their bodies, along with their natural features. Star Sapphire, however, had thicker thighs that seemed to draw the eye up to her round buttocks.

Arisia shook herself lightly, trying to focus on cleansing her body, though it was difficult to do so when there were so many naked bodies around her. She just couldn't focus on one thing, her attention darting all over the place, while Bleez' large triangle of pubic hair caught her eye next. With the superheroine's lean body, it seemed striking and out of place on her body, although Arisia wasn't going to ask if she'd chosen a triangle for any specific reason. When it came to Bleez, it was sharp and pointed and seemed to suit her well, however.

“Hey, Terra," Power Girl asked, dragging Arisia's attention back sharply. “Could you wash my back? There's grime higher up that I can't twist around far enough to reach."

“Sure," Terra answered, though there was something of a wicked smile pulling at her lips, a glint in her eye too. “If I can wash your breasts? Sound fair?"

Power Girl frowned, seeming to consider that for a moment. With a shrug and roll of her eyes, she clearly decided it was worth it.

“Sure, I guess that's fair. But…don't get too touchy, right?"

Power Girl seemed hesitant, when it came down to it, though Terra pouted and squirmed a little.

“Oh, come on, Kara – don't worry so much about it! I just want to wash them, what's so weird about that."

Power Girl clucked her tongue gently and eyed Terra shrewdly.

“So many things, but that's not really the point here."

Terra laughed.

“Yeah, but you know me."

Bleez gave them a strange look that Arisia privately agreed with, but she was more engaged in watching what was going on than asking if it was okay or not.

Power Girl turned her back on Terra, who went to work scrubbing. She clearly managed to zero in on the spot between Power Girl's shoulder blades that had been giving her trouble, though Power Girl let out an appreciative sigh.

“Thanks, I get sore back there too."

“Yeah, I got you."

Terra could be “to the point" and efficient when it came to it, though Arisia thought she was a little too blunt. Like when she'd made such a sharp point about needing to “shit" when she really didn't have to phrase things like that.

Still, she helped Power Girl out, which was something at the very least, though there was only so clean that Power Girl's back could get. Eventually, Power Girl grumbled and reluctantly turned around to make good on her side of the deal, which was for Terra to wash her breasts.

Terra grinned and winked to Power Girl, although Power Girl didn't return the look.

“Wow, they're really firm when you dig your fingers in," she commented brazenly, sweeping her fingers in circles around Power Girl's breasts, massaging the flesh. “You need to take better care of parts of your body, Kara. You know that already, don't you?"

Power Girl scoffed and looked away. There was heat in her cheeks, although Arisia wasn't so sure whether it was from the warmth of the pool or if Power Girl was embarrassed. If it was her, she would have thought the latter, yet it was still somewhat difficult to tell between the two.

Terra worked on Power Girl's breasts as if with a single-minded focus, rubbing around the outside curves, though the pressure of her fingers could not help but manipulate her flesh too. Terra, however, appeared to take care to avoid Power Girl's nipples, though it was hard to say if that was out of respect for her or not. There could have been more going on between the two of them than Arisia understood.

“You're very thorough, that's all," Power Girl grumbled. “I don't know why you're making such a big deal about this – I can see if my breasts are clean or not!"

Terra grinned.

“Then why am I the one washing them, hm?"

Power Girl didn't have an answer to that as she lifted her arms, as if she was thinking about crossing them over her chest. However, with Terra's hands in the way, it wasn't possible for her to do that and she was forced to let her arms relax back down against her sides once more.

“They really are big," Terra said, though there was an easy note of admiration in her voice, as if what she was saying was perfectly normal. “I don't know how you manage with these, but they are beautiful!"

“Oh, you shouldn't say things like that," Power Girl muttered, though Zatanna snickered faintly with Bleez in the background. “Seriously, you're embarrassing."

“Oh, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Terra shot back at her. “They're just boobs. Hey, Arisia, don't you think Power Girl's boobs are amazing?"

Swapping to Power Girl's superheroine name was noticeable, but it was hearing her name that snapped Arisia out of her somewhat stupor. She gaped slightly, her lower jaw moving up and down, though she didn't quite know what she was supposed to say in response to that.

“Um…" She fumbled for words, her tongue suddenly tied. “I think… Yes? Yes, they're nice breasts? Oh, I don't really know what you want me to say here."

She vocalised her discomfort as Terra laughed and even Wonder Woman cracked a smile.

“Relax, Arisia, we're just making fun, don't worry about it."

Maybe she worried about things too much, Arisia thought, though it wasn't a big deal. Not then, at least. No one there was really going to make fun of anyone else, even if they did banter and joke amongst themselves.

There were shifting relationships and dynamics, however, over the course of their missions. Arisia would have been a fool not to note that, after all, as much as it affected the day-to-day course of their missions. Sometimes there were unrests between the others too, though she had never felt as if she was having any particular trouble with anyone, for which Arisia was very thankful.

“Hands behind your back! I've got to finish up!"

Power Girl grumbled as Terra forced her to hold her hands away from her, though Terra just seemed to be admiring the size of Power Girl's breasts at that time. Although she covered every inch of Power Girl's breasts, she swept her fingers around in a flat sense of pressure, rather than scrubbing.

Eventually, something had to give.

“Okay, okay," Power Girl said at last, taking a step back. “That's enough, you've had enough. I think I'll ask someone else to wash my back next time."

Even Arisia chuckled at that, although she took a moment to admire Power Girl's buttocks as the superheroine turned away. They were large but had the firm line of muscle through them as her glutes gave them shape. If any pressure was applied to her buttocks, however, Arisia was sure there would be a slight give in the flesh over her muscle. She wasn't about to do that, but it was funny to imagine Terra taking things even further and doing so for herself.

It was probably something Terra would do, even if it was just to annoy Power Girl.

“Aw, I was doing a good job!" Terra complained, though she backed off, understanding where Power Girl's boundary was. “You don't need to be so sour about it."

Yet it was all in good fun as Arisia's eyes were caught by Star Sapphire, a laugh on her lips. The superheroine looked lighter than Arisia had seen in days and she allowed her eyes to linger for just a little while on the soft yet powerful curves of her body. With her chest and hourglass figure, she was feminine and powerful at the same time.

Yet the same could have been said about them all, even if Bleez had more of an aura of danger to her than the others. Arisia tried not to laugh too much about Power Girl fending off Terra's playful advances, though it all seemed in the spirit of one friend annoying the other. In a sense, she was glad she wasn't the one Terra was focusing her attentions on. She was glad of the peace after so much hiking.

When are we going to get to the top of this mountain anyway? She mused to herself. It's going to be such a let-down when we have to make our way down again.

_ _

She didn't say that aloud, but privately thought that she would raise it before they started such a gruelling hike next time. Laying out on a beach, relaxing or even taking in one of the Autumnal, mountainous spots on Earth (she'd talked to Zatanna about “getaways" like that), seemed better than being in the middle of nowhere hiking. At least then there would be some facilities and comforts to be taken advantage of too.

Still, there was little else Arisia could do about it out there as she watched the others bathing. Without the underlying layer of dirt, which everyone politely ignored most of the time, their bodies were fresh and clean, allowing her to look at some members of the group in a new light.

Although she'd cast her eyes briefly over Wonder Woman, she couldn't help but note just how impressive her back was, the muscle showing very nicely as she rolled her shoulder back. Wonder Woman stretched out her arms, showing off just how the muscle moved under her skin, but had her back to the group so was unaware of Arisia's attention. That was probably for the best, regardless of everything, as Arisia's eyes dropped to her obviously firm buttocks. Whereas her entire body was somewhat longer than Power Girl's, due to her height, there was a leaner, harder edge to her in an overall sense.

She glanced to Terra, eyeing up her long, lean legs and the casual power behind her. She'd had a different start to the other members of the Justice League, though had fit in nicely. It showed a little in how she held her body, trying a little too hard sometimes to be a part of the group. Yet the shift of her breasts was more noticeable with her moderate muscling, for she always seemed to be in motion, talking to someone or the other.

Bleez' powerful, lean body begged attention, though Arisia didn't stare for too long. When she was comparing them, Bleez likely had the best legs, the muscle definition there tight and functional, but Arisia had never really spent much time staring at women who had an abundance of curves. Of course, there were curves to be had in the span of her own body, but she'd never felt the need to allow her mind to linger there, not really.

Mera, however, most certainly had the body of a swimmer, though she had a fair amount of muscle on her too. Her buttocks had light hollows in the sides, below her hips, but the round of her glutes was firm and begged a touch. Every time she shifted, her glutes seemed to tense, naturally contracting to balance her body whenever she adjusted her stance.

Terra had slipped under Arisia's radar somewhat – as she'd been more focused on what Terra was doing to Power Girl's breasts when all her attention had been on her. Terra laughed and bumped Power Girl's hips as “Kara" stepped away from her. The difference between them was clear, between Terra's darker hair and Power Girl's bright blonde, but Power Girl had slightly broader shoulders too. Terra's abdominals were only lightly visible while Power Girl had a full, easy six-pack, even if the smooth lines of Terra's oblique muscles tended to draw her eye down to the tops of her thighs.

“Mm…"

Arisia chuckled in the back of her throat, far enough away from the others not to have to answer the question as to why she was staring at Terra – and laughing, of course. Not that Power Girl didn't have nice legs, but they were larger than Terra's, especially in the calves.

Was it strange that she was looking between all the superheroines, the Justice League that she had grown to work with? She shook her head at herself, sure that others had their eyes on her too. Or else they were all just so used to being around each other in various stages of undress, including being stark naked, that it didn't register with them anymore in the slightest.

Maybe one day she'd ask one of them. Perhaps Star Sapphire… She was quite mellow most of the time, though she seemed shyer too about things like going to the bathroom in public.

It didn't matter right then as she let her eyes linger, once again, on Zatanna, glancing between her and Star Sapphire. Yet they didn't notice her, which was just fine for Arisia, although she sighed softly at the sight of Star Sapphire's larger thighs, her wider hips, the delightful tuck of her waist.

There were so many bodies and she wanted to spare a moment to appreciate them all. What Arisia bore in mind, however, was that her attention was not welcomed all the time. She couldn't just stare openly at whoever she wanted to stare at: it wasn't how things were done. Being far from her home planet and customs, however, meant she had to adjust to the cultures around her.

As they finished bathing, she snuck quiet glances at them while the others got dressed. For most of them, the bodysuits went on first, for that was the base of most of their costumes, yet boots followed and Bleez struggled a little to get her fixed headpiece into place. Maybe someone should have told her she really didn't need to wear it when they were out on a private mission-hike sort of thing?

Well, someone would have had to be a lot braver than Arisia to raise that with Bleez. It didn't have to be her.

Arisia's gaze slid over to Terra, who had her hiking trousers and big, heavy boots on. However, Terra hadn't yet seen fit to put on either a bra or top yet, which seemed a bit odd to Arisia. Wasn't she cold? The chill prickled uncomfortably against Arisia's skin as she tried to dress herself as quickly as possible, though she didn't relish the thought of donning the heavy, stark winter clothing again.

“Arisia, I want your opinion on this."

Of course, she did. Arisia fought the urge to roll her eyes, her pulse quickening. Terra was definitely a wild card.

“What do you think about my breasts?" She said, briefly pushing them together into a cleavage, though there was nothing sexual about it. “You must have something to say. I know, I know… They're not as large as Kara's, but…come on! They've got a lot going for them, don't they?"

Arisia blinked, mumbling as she tried to grab at words again – something suitable that didn't get her in trouble. Why were people so obsessed with breasts like that? Of course, she couldn't say anything about that, considering she'd been the one staring at them and ogling the other Justice League members. Yet she was not that overt about it. Terra was very nearly a mischief maker.

“You think…" She cocked her head, thinking through what Terra had said a bit more. “You're insecure about your chest? Do you think they're…small?"

Power Girl clicked her tongue despairingly against the roof of her mouth and shook her head, but there was really no stopping Terra when she was “off on one" like that.

“Hm, yeah, kind of," Terra admitted, a hesitation in her words betraying what she really felt in that moment. “I mean, I hang out with Kara all the time, so I kind think sometimes."

She trailed off, not quite knowing what to say herself; at least, that was Arisia's interpretation of it.

Maybe she really is worried about the size of her breasts. Arisia considered the notion a little more closely, giving it some thought as she hummed under her breath. I don't want her to worry too much. At least, that is something I can say. I think.

_ _

“I don't think you have anything to worry about, Terra," she said at last, though there were more than a couple of others also curiously looking to her to see just what Arisia was going to say. “They look great! You should be pleased with your, uh…breasts."

She'd put too much emphasis on the first part of what she was saying, but Arisia shrugged it off. There was no taking it back after she'd started to talk.

“I think they're lovely," she said honestly, but she didn't quite know how she was supposed to phrase such a compliment. “Sorry if that's coming out strangely, but you shouldn't worry about something like that. They're like…a cup size bigger than mine and really…ah…perky too!"

Terra laughed and shrugged.

“Oh, Arisia… Yeah, that makes me feel a bit better, thanks. That's really nice of you."

Fumbling with her clothes, she started to put her bra on, which would fit nicely under her bodysuit, although Power Girl muttered something under her breath. It sounded kind of like, “I told you so."

That tracked.

“I've been comparing myself a bit too much," Terra admitted, showing a flash of honesty as Zatanna and Star Sapphire nodded sympathetically. “We're always in the spotlight these days, everyone looking at us, comparing us too. And I've been comparing myself to Kara too, since we've been friends for so long."

“Nothing to worry about, Terra," Power Girl said, giving her bare shoulder a squeeze, a smile on her lips. “We've all felt the same way at some point, please don't let it trouble you though."

With that done, they returned to base camp to finish setting up for the night. There were still tents to put up and packs to be sorted, though that was some of the most boring parts of the mission. Still, it all had to be done as they all worked together, with the summit of the volcano still lying ahead of them the next day.

Regardless of what would end up being revealed, they would all make their way through, one way or the other.

And a lot more remained to be seen too…

Vignette Two

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“Oof… Damn this… Damn this all to… Well, hell."

Paul grumbled as he wiped the sweat pouring from his brow. He hefted the heavy, awkward laser cutter in both hands, doing what Lady Blaze had directed. Since she'd dragged him to hell, that was all he'd been doing: her bidding.

For what else was he supposed to do? He wasn't a fool and he more than well enough knew what was going to happen to him if he didn't obey her. There'd be no more Paul, none at all, and yet he felt himself growing increasingly jaded by the day. Not quite accepting his fate but growing evermore despondent through it, as if there was a weight on his shoulders bearing him down, crushing him patiently.

Hell could be patient, apparently.

That didn't mean anything good for him, but he'd have to make his peace with his fate one way or the other, he was sure. But he didn't have to think of anything like that as he worked with the laser cutter, slicing through the rock smoothly. As smooth as it was, there was a laborious feel to it, the going slow and the work heavy despite his use of the tools.

The sweltering heat clung to him as he cursed and paused again, wiping sweat from his eyes where it was trickling down and getting in the way even more than before. Having to cut large chunks of rock in over one-hundred-degree heat was not something he would ever have anticipated doing before being transported to hell, but it was his lot in life…or hell. He didn't even know how to phrase things anymore, but, as long as he was alone, it didn't really matter.

If Lady Blaze overheard him, however – well, that was another matter entirely!

Beep-beep-beep.

_ _

Suddenly, the laser cutter turned off. He hefted it higher, peering at it, checking the mechanisms. Of course, he made sure the safety was off before putting his face close to it, although Paul doubted the thing would afford him any safety, of course, if there was a malfunction.

“Looks like it's dead, just great," he growled under his breath, resisting the urge to hurl it to the ground. “Damn thing…"

Wrestling with the hatch on the left side of the laser cutter, he finally set it down against his boot to give himself better leverage. The drained battery came out easily enough, but there wasn't a spare with him. Truthfully, he wasn't trusted with things like that. They were always kept locked up, so he didn't have easy access to even the things he needed in order to complete his daily and unusual tasks.

Yet he had to head back, leaving the laser cutter tucked away in the rock he was working on. The mountain base loomed where he'd come from, though his accommodation there was minimal and severely lacking. What else could a servant, no more than a slave, like him possibly expect?

It was a walk he did not enjoy doing and he traipsed with his head down, not bothering with the usual hell creatures. They knew he was under Lady Blaze's jurisdiction – and no one was going to mess with the Queen of hell herself.

The only reason Paul was cutting into the rock itself was as he and Jamrag had been tasked with building a large statue (rather too large, if he was honest) of Lady Blaze. Apparently, it was to make clear that the mountain and the surrounding area was her domain. Not that she was not capable in warding off anyone that may have encroached on her territory, but Lady Blaze looked unkindly on anyone that wasted her time with otherwise trivial matters. A lesser demon wandering into her home territory was not something she wanted to trifle with, even though they too would have to be sent off.

It kind of made sense… But it more sounded like Lady Blaze just wanted a giant statue of it.

And to torture Paul. That too. He didn't much care for Jamrag. Even though they both were subservient to Lady Blaze, the shrivelled wretch ordered Paul around – and Lady Blaze allowed it. So, Paul had to deal with it too.

Whereas Paul had been given the rougher, harsher task of cutting pieces of rock and them transporting them manually back to the zone where the statue was being built, Jamrag only had to chisel the rocks into their proper shape. Paul didn't know where Jamrag had got such a skill from, although there was little he could say about that. If he muttered and cursed about what he was being made to do, even Jamrag could find a way to make things even worse for him.

That wasn't worth it, not even then.

“Hey… Hey, Jamrag."

He brought a handheld radio to his mouth, just wanting to let the other servant know where he was going. It would be just his luck to be told he was “slacking on the job" if someone didn't realise he had to go get a replacement battery. They could even have expected him to find another way to cut the rock without getting a battery – and that wasn't something he wanted to get into in the slightest.

“Hey, Jamrag, you listening?"

“Yeah, whatcha want?"

He winced. Jamrag's tone, at best, was coarse. At worst, it was an assault on his ears. The creature had been in hell forever though. Paul still wasn't sure whether Jamrag was a demon or not, however, but he certainly looked like one.

“Yeah, I gotta get a new battery. This one died."

Jamrag snarled across the radio line.

“Yeah, well, be quick about it! You need to hurry up, no wasting time, you hear!"

Paul sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, okay, I hear you."

It was enough and he tucked the radio aside, though Jamrag didn't send through any further messages. He preferred being left to do his work, though it was a lonely time for him. Hell was rather lonesome.

The long slog back up the steep hill ached through his muscles and he groaned, muttering under his breath and not making a pretence at just how difficult the whole thing was.

“Ugh… Stupid job… Tiresome… Ridiculous… Who needs a fucking…statute…anyway?"

His life had changed completely and he didn't know what he was supposed to do about it, keeping his head down against the heat as he kept going and going. Wiping dripping sweat from his face, he rubbed his hands off on his dirty clothes, though that didn't do him much good either. About halfway up to the shed, which was set into an annoyingly difficult to reach location in the side of her mountain base, he came across her pool.

It was strange, indeed, to have a pool in hell that was not formed of lava, for that was usually what ran through the wasteland down there in streams and rivulets. The pool, however, was filled with clear water, even though he was sure it was boiling hot, of course, with steam rising from the surface even then. Water lapped at the edges and he paused briefly, admiring it.

Lady Blaze had installed it near one of the many exits from her base. Before, he'd wondered if she didn't want to be trapped in her mountain base, but there was no telling what the Queen wanted. She got what she wanted and that was all, really, that Paul had to concern himself with.

I wish I could turn that temperature dial to ice cold, he thought, his eyes taking on a dreamy cast. It would be bliss… Like sinking into ice cream. Finally, I could be cool again. Not grimy. Not sweaty. Not overheating. Just cool.

_ _

That would have been a luxury indeed, though it was not a luxury that Paul ever felt he was going to be afforded to ever again.

Yet as the water rippled, he took a step back – and a woman gracefully climbed out of the pool over the edge of it.

Long black hair trailed down her back, though it had been shaved on one side of her head. Her skin had a slightly darker hue, almost ashen, but it gleamed in the red light of hell, taking on different notes and shades.

She was completely naked, though Paul had seen a fair bit of unwanted nudity since ending up in hell. That was why he didn't immediately back off or turn his gaze away as he trailed his eyes over her ample bust, her breasts rising proudly and perkily before her body as if gravity didn't have any effect on them at all. Her shoulders were moderate, not too rounded with muscle and not too broad either – though they didn't have that feminine slope to them he was preferable to.

He blinked at her, still taking her in, his eyes dropping down the lean lines of her sides and the powerful muscle in her midsection. Her buttocks rose out like her breasts, glutes squeezing as she stretched out one muscular leg before her and then the other, the smooth round of the calf and her thick thighs drawing his attention. Yet it was the full, thick bush at her crotch that had his eyes locking on to it without a second thought.

Why's she got all that hair down there? He thought, though it really was none of Paul's business. It's so thick… So bushy.

_ _

And it was indeed, even with a little curl to it that persisted even when it was soaking wet. It clung to her body with that tight little curl and he blinked again as he stepped back.

What was he doing? He couldn't just stay there like that! But he had caught who she was, even though he hadn't seen her since he had been up on Earth: Grail. A powerful supervillain who was fleeing the Justice League – well, at least last time he had heard a damn thing about her. Lady Blaze had been seen with her a few times, though he'd only managed to put the pieces of that puzzle together after being dropped down into Hell to be Lady Blaze's servant for the rest of time.

Lady Blaze must have offered Grail sanctuary, he thought, though it really wasn't his place to say either way. Though he did faintly recall her mentioning a guest when she had been giving him his orders too.

Shit, I got to get out of here.

_ _

He took another step back, hoping he hadn't been seen, though Paul didn't get a chance to make good his escape. A fizzling, crackling portal appeared in the air and a long, red-skinned leg appeared through it, followed by a fluttering purple loincloth and very revealing attire. Lady Blaze wasn't much one for clothes, though that was one thing Paul couldn't blame her for: she more than had the body for it, and the power too.

“Ah, Grail, you are enjoying the facilities," Lady Blaze said, as direct as ever but with a softer tone than she would have used addressing her subjects. “I trust it is satisfactory."

She said that as if it could not be anything else. After all, if she was offering Grail sanctuary down there for some reason or the other, Grail didn't have too much to say about the amenities she was offered. Lady Blaze offered one of the drinks in her hands to Grail, while the woman turned, a tight smile on her lips that didn't reach the darkness in her eyes.

Shit.

_ _

Of course, Paul was still there, in plain sight. He should have taken the chance to run for his life when he could have done so.

“Your servant," she said lowly, a dangerous undercurrent to her tone, “appears to enjoy watching me swim. Are all your servants so blatant?"

Lady Blaze's expression tightened, lips pressing together.

“Ah – no! No, no… No, I was just – I didn't see anything!"

Paul held his hands up, the drained batter hidden behind the curl of the fingers of his right hand, though he wasn't in any kind of position to ask for grace. Lady Blaze loomed over him, taller by far, and he whimpered, looking down at her feet as he collapsed to his knees.

“No… Mistress, I'm sorry," he said, words streaming over one another in their haste to be free of his mouth. “I'm sorry, I swear in hell's name, I was only passing, no more than that. We were making your statue, cutting rock…"

“Bothering my guest, worm?" Lady Blaze snarled, clearly not listening to him in the slightest. “I ordered you to stay well clear of all my guests and keep to your tasks!"

She loomed, her dark horns framing her face, black hair billowing around her as her powers denoted her true emotions. Paul quailed, laying his forehead flat on the ground. If his end was coming, he didn't want to see it before the gauntlet fell.

This is it, this is really fucking it. I'm going, all because I saw another of her guests naked – damn it all to hell!

_ _

She could destroy him with a flick of her hand and he knew his life always hung in the balance. Taking a breath as energy crackled, surely balled up in her hand, ready to fling at him for a destructive death, Paul steadied his nerve.

Despite everything, that tiny part of him still wanted to live and it had to be listened to.

“No, Mistress… I didn't see anything at all and I promise you, I wasn't watching," he said, willing his words to make a difference. “I was only going to the tool shed and I let Jamrag know beforehand."

He pushed the laser battery out in front of him, scraping over the rough ground. Without looking up, he pointed shakily to the tool shed – or in the direction he was pretty sure it was.

“It died, I needed a new one to keep working, Mistress," he said, his face only raised enough so that his lips didn't move directly against the red, dry dirt. “I wanted to keep going quickly, Mistress, and I was only passing by. I was walking by…and I was stunned by your glorious guest's beauty, that is all."

“Hm."

Lady Blaze growled under her breath and Paul stayed perfectly still, not knowing how to read that. Yet it was true and injecting that note of truth into his statement made it ring true in a way it otherwise would not have done. He took a breath, chest shuddering, a tear squeezing its way out from the corner of his eye.

And he meant it too. Grail was terrifying, a dark beauty: yet she was stunning in a way that had frozen him in place and, quite literally, taken his breath away.

Looking up, he glanced between Lady Blaze and Grail when his overseers were silent, though found his gaze locking with Grail's red eyes.

Were her eyes…softening a bit? He swore there was a gentler, warmer edge to them, although it was hard to tell when they were that particular shade of red.

She nodded subtly, giving him a slight smile.

“You've answered well, servant," she said. “Not bad for one of your station."

Lady Blaze shook her head slowly, though her simmering, dark gaze lingered on Paul. He hoped that didn't mean there would be trouble for him later, though he could only do his best. Every day could see the end of him.

She set her drink down on a table and Grail did the same. Yet she surveyed Grail calculatingly, finding something there that Paul could not put a name to.

“It seems you may be useful yet, if Grail is entertained by you," Lady Blaze said, her tone as stony as ever when it was being directed at him. “See to it that you do not disappoint again."

The threat behind her words rang true and he muttered his apologies, bowing and scraping his forehead against the ground before daring to rise to his knees once more. At least Grail didn't seem to be angry at him, which he was sure would have otherwise spelled his demise.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress, you're too kind, Mistress."

“Oh, quit your snivelling," she scoffed. “I don't have the time to listen to such whining."

Lady Blaze, however, turned her attention to Paul with a shrewd look. Eyeing him, she leaned down to whisper to Lady Blaze, though he knew better than to strain to listen. If she'd wanted him to hear, she would have made that clear already.

Shit, am I still in for it?

_ _

Grail nodded, looking as if she approved of something – though he didn't yet know how to read her expressions. Lady Blaze wore her emotions openly, though it was usually anger and scorn directed at him.

Looking him up and down, Grail narrowed her eyes. What the hell did that even mean.

“Yes, you are quite right," she said, loud enough for Paul to hear. “This one needs to be taught a lesson, surely, from time to time."

She had a playful note at the back of her tone, though Lady Blaze smiled, pleased with the outcome.

Shit.

_ _

As Lady Blaze removed her loincloth and brassiere, she dropped them carelessly on the ground, a towel already set on a pool lounger by the water for her. She stood tall, proudly naked.

As he had with Grail, Paul could not help but be enraptured by her. It was one of the things that had got him in trouble in the first place, getting caught staring at her when he'd seen her on Earth.

Oh, that felt like such a long time ago…

Yet she was stunning, a beauty that should never have been touched. Not by the likes of a dirty human, at least, though Paul didn't quite know when he'd began considering himself such. At over seven feet tall, she was easily taller than the tallest man he'd seen in his lifetime, her large horns commanding the eye. They rose dominatingly from her black hair and her red skin seemed to glow, though that could have been the reflection of hell around her, the red aura infiltrating every crack in the underworld.

At least, it seemed that way to Paul, even though his attitude didn't matter in the slightest. With her long, long legs, he tried not to look like he was openly staring at her. Sometimes Lady Blaze enjoyed the admiration and other times she bellowed at him for daring to look upon her visage.

“Stay on your knees, servant."

He loathed how that word had an extra jot of bite to it, as if she was being particularly demeaning that day. Yet Paul couldn't read Lady Blaze as he wanted to, grunting in the back of his throat as he nodded, trying to do everything he could to be as subservient and as submissive as he could be to her.

Eyes downcast.

On his knees.

Dirt in his mouth.

Just like the brutish, muddling little servant she wanted him to be. To Lady Blaze, Paul had no other purpose in her world or her life.

Lady Blaze laid out her towel before Paul with a flourish, the finely made cloth floating to the ground in a gentle wave. There was nothing else gentle about the Queen of hell, however, as she turned her back on him, as if he had no more importance to her in the slightest.

Grail followed suit and Paul chanced a look up, worry clawing at the pit of his stomach. What were they doing? Was it something that involved him?

It was hard to say and he shifted his weight from knee to knee and hip to hip, trying to steady himself and his nerve. Not that it really mattered either way. If it was his time to go then it was his time to go: he wasn't going to have any say in that.

Despite his doomsday attitude, Lady Blaze clearly didn't have any intention that day of sending her servant to a deeper pit of hell. With the powerful women, if they could even be called such, he was small, so very small, and still his eyes trailed down their muscled backs, both entirely naked. Yet they had no such embarrassment around Paul, for they simply didn't see him as someone they at all needed to be embarrassed around.

Their muscled buttocks drew his attention and Paul sucked in a short, sharp breath, trying to hold himself firm. They were so close and he didn't know what to do, their bare feet on the towel while their glutes dropped lower and lower.

Should he say something? Do something? Ah, but Lady Blaze and Grail would never have expected a mere servant of hell to do anything, not when they hadn't explicitly given him an instruction. Servants like him were clearly too dumb to do anything of their own volition.

However, it swiftly became clear just what was going on – and it was nothing Paul had to involve himself in. At least, not yet.

Grail bore down before him, a log of excrement sliding slowly from her behind, though he tried to avert his eyes, not to look too closely at it. He fixed his eyes on her buttocks instead, letting his gaze travel up the line of her hip to the curve of her waist, how it tucked in sharply to show off her body. Her fitness was unparalleled, though that was not something Paul would ever need to say to her.

She already knew her worth in the world.

She didn't make a sound as she pushed out a thin log of poop. It landed on the ground with no sound at all either, though it was not as if Grail was trying hard to be quiet either. She shifted her hips and her weight as she sank a little lower, her body naturally finding its way into a deep, comfortable squat that would have been difficult for others.

He was used to dealing with poop around there, as much as he would have preferred to do something else – anything else. But there were worse fates still in hell, so that was something Paul was still in conflict about.

He glanced at Lady Blaze, though she was pushing out another poop herself, so wasn't paying him any mind. That, at least, meant that his eyes were free to wander, though they dropped too quickly back to that first bowel movement of Grail's. The long, thin length of poop appeared a good consistency, not too hard and not too soft, but a good fourteen-inches long.

How do they even keep poop like that in them?

_ _

It was not a question Paul was going to have answered, however, so he stayed exactly where he'd been told to wait, on his knees. The first log was swiftly followed by a thicker one – though only very slightly so. The seven-inch log slid out from Grail smoothly, as if it didn't cost her any trouble to excrete at all, and he turned his head away as heat rose to his cheeks.

Why was he the one more embarrassed than her? Yet that seven-inch poop mocked up where it lay across the first, swiftly followed by another. The third Grail pushed out seemed a bit thicker again, though all of them were thinner than what he was honestly accustomed to, coming from Lady Blaze. He hadn't been asked to clear up anyone else's poop in hell, after all.

It took the third poop longer to come out, though he watched it descend as it slowly dropped, folding back over on itself on the very top of the pile. Eventually, however, it was freed from Grail's body as it landed at around nineteen-inches long. Paul winced in sympathy.

That third, long poop from Grail was darker in colour and looked a little harder, crackling and trying to break a little at the point at which it folded over. It held, just about, while the ones underneath sank lightly and squashed faintly into one another, betraying a lighter consistency. The first poop, however, was the lightest of the three in a more golden-brown shade, though it was soft enough that there was no crackling on the length or definition beyond the softening of it gently into the towel under it. The weight of the poops on top, however, had to be a factor in that too.

Lady Blaze, of course, was not idle as Grail went to the bathroom with no consideration for how public the means were. She took her time, clearly, as she worked out a thick, hard poop that, even as it left her body, was obviously three inches wide, if not a shade bigger. Paul wasn't going to stare at it for long enough to tell either way, even if there was more than enough there to capture his eye.

It stretched out and out and out, finally easing down at thirty-one-inches. Lady Blaze raised her hips as the poop worked its way from her, though it was the firmness in its length that kept it from the floor until the point at which her body pushed it out fully. It dropped with a dull, solid thud, rolling slightly to the right on the towel.

Reflexively, Paul almost moved to make sure it didn't touch Lady Blaze's foot, but she had, of course, already ensured she would not have to touch or deal with her own waste. He didn't want to get that close to her, yet he was indoctrinated to be her servant, even though Paul liked to still think he had free will.

Maybe that had just been a construct in the beginning. Who was to say?

He shook his head faintly, feeling a little dizzy. The heat of hell kept the stench from being too much for him – though that could have been his familiarity in dealing with Lady Blaze's bowel movements too. He swore she always went anywhere but a toilet and, of course, he was the one most frequently called to deal with it. Even if Jamrag was ordered to take it away, it was usually him that ended up doing it.

Still, he felt at least a tiny bit of sympathy for her in how hard that giant log of poop seemed to be. He couldn't imagine having to excrete something of that massive size and the weight of it was clearly evident in how loudly it had fallen to the ground.

Paul's eyes snapped back to Grail as she eased up and finished by pushing out two further logs. The poops were still huge and harder than the first had been, the darker colour perhaps saying something a little more about Grail's diet too.

He was not to speak on that, however, for he was just there to serve and he swallowed hard as a ten-inch log joined the previous pile of three. It was noticeably thicker around than the first ones had been and had to easily be around the size of his wrist. Looking between his wrist and the poop, Paul took a breath, steadying himself.

It was still something he was used to, so he didn't let it prey on his mind too much. Not as he ran his eyes over the length of it, lying out straight over the three that had gone before it, and bending lightly in the middle – though only faintly. Even its weight was not enough to make it break.

The final poop from Grail, however, was the largest of all she had excreted and he swallowed a grunt as he looked away. Even then, there was no denying the twenty-two-inch long monster that dropped to the ground over the top of the rest and jostled in position. With a hard, unyielding surface, it held fast only just enough to remain whole, though the weight of it threatened to snap it in the middle. The dark-brown of the surface crackled strongly throughout, though the end where it had exited Grail's backside was narrower still, coming to a tapered point where her body had pushed it out.

That one was definitely the size of his wrist and he looked away again.

Lady Blaze stood without a second thought and walked back behind the water-filled pool where the lava pools were opened up for her use. Of course, the heat didn't harm her in the slightest as she strode in right up to her waist and let out a sigh.

“Oh, there's nothing like the heat to relax…"

Even when she was saying something that light, her tone still came out hard and clipped. Maybe that was a byproduct of being the one and only ruler of hell, but it was not for Paul to say.

Grail, however, remained in her crouched position, only raising her hips a little.

“Wipe me, servant."

She left a hand behind her back and he blinked at that, his heart suddenly pounding. Wait – she didn't really mean what he thought she meant, did she? His lips parted, his mouth dry, though there was nothing else he could do as his eyes finally landed on her outstretched hand.

Of course. A small hand towel, surely not enough for the task at hand, was tucked into her folded fingers, though her grasp was light enough that it could be tugged from her hold when he had the nerve to do so.

Am I really going to have to do this?

_ _

His eyes watered and he shook his head minutely. Paul, however, would not have dared refuse under normal circumstances, let alone when Lady Blaze's eyes were fixed on him. Even when she was at a distance, she was formidable. He doubted he would ever truly be free of her influence regardless of whether he stayed down in hell or not.

So, he took the hand towel tenderly between two fingers, taking great care not to even brush her skin with his. It would not do, of course not, to sully her with his touch. That was something, indeed, he'd had to be careful to avoid with Lady Blaze, though that had partially been in fear of her burning skin.

And Lady Blaze in general.

It was not an easy task but he folded the towel into quarters, being mindful of his task. It would take care and thought to be able to use the hand towel to wipe her backside, though he didn't want to do a bad job either. The treat of displeasing them both hung heavily over him, like a shroud that could not be cast off.

And yet Paul didn't quite know whether to be disgusted or turned on, considering he was up close to a powerful woman with strengths beyond his wildest imaginings. He wiped between her rear cheeks carefully, managing to not touch her bare skin – for that felt kind of as if it was part of the challenge too. If he touched her, perhaps Lady Blaze would see that as a reason to smite him.

Grail, however, was dark and powerful and took his breath away with her beauty. Just being so close to her had something strange stirring within him, although there was not so much he could do about it at a time like that. In a way, it was surely his brief spell of honesty, before Lady Blaze, that had got him into the whole mess in the first place.

He wiped her anus with due care, however, folding the cloth over again on itself between each stroke. It meant his fingers stayed clean too, as well as ensuring he did his best for her.

“Check your work is adequate," she said, startling him as he almost dropped the cloth. “If I am unclean in any way, I will be displeased with you."

Paul gulped and nodded.

“Yes, yes… Yes, Mistress Grail."

It felt right to address her by name, trying to be deferential. That didn't make him feel as humiliated as it had in the past, though he lowered his head further, checking her ass and the fleshy cheeks surrounding her hole.

That was not a very polite way of thinking, yet Paul couldn't phrase it any differently in his mind. It was dirty and it was crude, especially to be staring at her anus like he had any right to be so intimate with her. For it was about all the sense of intimacy he was going to get down there, looking over her backside with as much perfunctory need as possible.

For he couldn't let himself be swayed by her powerful buttocks and her glutes, how they rounded so nicely and brought the curve of her ass to her thighs. His eyes flicked up briefly to her hips but dropped again to the inside curve of her cheeks and her anal ring itself, making sure that she was completely and utterly clean.

It befitted him to second-check, after all.

“Everything looks clean," he said, his voice weak and hoarse. “Does this please you? I will do anything you want, Mistress Grail, Lady Blaze."

Lady Blaze laughed aloud.

“So submissive. So weak."

“Oh, they can be entertaining like this though," Grail said, a dark edge in her tone. “You should leave him with me some more. I could find ways to…teach him. More."

Paul didn't like how she left out just what she could teach him, though there was a ridiculous part of him that wouldn't have minded at all being in her presence too. To be able to better admire her lean, powerful body, perhaps, as she swam some more in front of him, ready to serve her. Of course, Paul would not be trusted to make her drinks (that wasn't really in his skill set), but he was sure he could do other things for her.

In all fairness, it had to be more interesting than clearing up bowel movements, which he was quite sure was going to be his next task. At least, Paul had learned from experience.

Grail stood and turned around, checking her body out and giving him a tight, curt nod. It could have been approval, but he wasn't so sure anything that came from either of them could be classed as such. As long as she didn't raise anything with Lady Blaze, he was probably okay, however.

Lady Blaze turned and swept lava around her hips, though that was merely one of her ways of cleansing her body. The lava burned away everything impure on her body, leaving her fresh and clean – and dry too as she stepped from it.

Towering over Paul, she pressed her lips together. Again, he didn't dare look up, though took in her muscular legs from his peripheral vision.

They were amazing legs, as if they had been carved from marble. It was probably typical to compare her to a statue, though the easy power rolling from her was pleasant to bask in too. She had a different feel to her than Lady Blaze.

“Your servant has impressed me," Grail added, though he swore there was a taunt behind it. “You have chosen well."

Lady Blaze's eyes lightened, though it was not for Paul. It was never for Paul, of course, though he was a tool she could use. The stupid battery weighed heavily in the pocket of his tattered trousers, though he wished faintly his state of dress could be seen as a reflection of Lady Blaze too. Maybe then he would have been afforded some better clothing.

That was a silly wish, however, for a servant like him. Eyeing up the poops on the towel, he waited for her instructions. The poops seemed to be waiting too, everything there pending his attention, even though Paul wanted to look anywhere else. He trembled, shaking his head, still unsure of what he was doing, whether or not his position there was safe.

“Yes, he is learning his place at last," Lady Blaze said, though it was as if Paul was not there in the slightest. “Maybe I shall keep him around."

And, just like that, Paul's position in hell was ever so slightly more secure when all he wanted was to leave. He took a breath, releasing a puff of air from between his lips, though he'd known he was holding his breath before that. Who wouldn't have been pressing into the strain of it, after all, with two powers like that dominating him so easily?

“Thank you, Mistress."

He breathed the words as respectfully as he could, though Paul had never thought so much about his tone and how he was presenting himself. Maybe hell, and Lady Blaze, really was changing him more than he ever could have imagined.

Paul didn't have to worry about that, however, as he let relief sink into him: cool and blessed. It had no place there, though he wanted to be secure there, no longer worrying about his position or whether ill was going to befall him at any moment. True, that was still a threat, but he felt ever so slightly better about things, if that was even possible.

“Return to your work. And take that with you – dispose of it."

As if Lady Blaze needed to be any clearer, she pointed to the towel, containing the two bowel movements from her and Grail. He winced and nodded, bowing his head respectfully once more.

“Yes, Mistress, of course. Right away, Mistress."

In a way, he was aware that he was being a shade too deferential, but that was the way of things. All Paul could really do was adapt to every situation he was presented with, his very life malleable, something that could be shifted and better placed to suit Lady Blaze and serve her every need.

He carefully took the edges of the towel into his hands while avoiding looking at Lady Blaze and Grail. There was a part of him that worried he would stare if he caught sight of Grail's body again. That was very much going to be problematic if either of the powerful women caught him at it. They, after all, could do as they liked to him.

Yet he still wanted to sneak a look, to allow his eyes to travel blissfully down the scope of her body, following the curve of her breasts and the proud spread of her shoulders. Maybe he'd been down in hell for too long if women like that turned him on, or perhaps it was simply her body and no more than that.

He didn't have to worry about that, not as he scooped up their bowel movements in the centre of the towel. As he lifted the edges, their poops rolled in towards the middle and allowed him to fold it up, though it was surprisingly heavy. He made sure he wasn't going to drop it and send their bowel movements rolling everywhere. That would most certainly get him in trouble and he didn't want to at all have to collect their poops by hand: that'd be even worse than being a glorified poop-removal boy.

With the towel folded around the poops, he held it tightly by the corners, though he gave a shudder at the weight in his arms. That was unpleasant – very much so. Yet it was all he could do as he turned his back on them and, with the battery tucked into the palm of one hand, headed on his way. It was not an interlude, honestly, he would have liked to revisit, though it seemed Paul was going to have just as little say in his fate going forward.

Once he was sure he was out of hearing range, the swift trudge of his feet so quick that he nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste, Paul swore under his breath.

“Oh, for fuck's sake… What the hell did I get myself into this time?"

He shook his head, cursing himself for being so foolish as to stop and stare at Grail – he should have known better than that! Every day, he didn't know whether something he did was going to get him killed, whether by Lady Blaze or another demon down in hell. And he was a literal slave! He didn't want to stay down there, not at all, and having to dispose of their excrement was simply the icing on the humiliation cake for someone constantly forced into fresh waves of debauchery.

He didn't get any pleasure, no delight, no joy. Every day brought something different, even if every single one of those days was torturous.

Paul shuddered, checking briefly over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching him. And he'd never been made to wipe someone's ass like that before, even though he wouldn't have minded touching Grail's backside if it had not been to wipe her like that. Even that had been so degrading, as if his position had dropped lower than ever before, even when he'd thought it could not go any lower.

They could always find new ways to humiliate and use him, of course, even when he thought they'd forgotten about him. Whether it was Lady Blaze or another of her guests, there would always be someone ready to use and abuse him.

He took a breath, steadying his nerve. It might have been, well, hell down there, but he still had to keep going. Just stopping where he was… It wasn't an option.

And it helped keep his mind off what he was doing, the weight of the poops in the towel making him shift and grunt, trying to carry them securely without actually letting the sensation of them brush his skin. Even through the towel, the round curves of them and the ends were far too shudder-inducing for Paul to simply cast them from his mind.

Thankfully for him, there was an easy solution to disposing of Lady Blaze and Grail's waste products. Their bodies produced a great deal of poop – yet Lady Blaze had always had him dispose of it in the lava, where it would be seared away completely. In fact, Paul was not all that sure what happened to poop when it was tossed in, though what he knew was that it was no longer anyone's problem.

It was what Lady Blaze had always directed him to do, so that was exactly what Paul did.

“Oof!"

With a heave, he launched his towel into a lava pool a little way off the path to the tool shed, watching it sink. The lava dragged it down swiftly and, just like that, it was gone. Still, he stared at it, wondering if the pool of lava was going to force it, simmering and bubbling, back to the surface in a mockery of forcing him to deal with it all over again.

That would be just like Lady Blaze, if she wanted to torment him, he thought bitterly. She'd make him deal with the same bowel movement over and over again, if only to see the disgust on his face, how he fought against himself to not let his true feelings show – all while he served her. It was, however, the sort of thing he was sure Lady Blaze would tire of very quickly, for the Queen of hell had far more important tasks to take care of. She couldn't spend all her time torturing her servants, after all.

“I'll find a way to escape this," he said, though there was one there to listen, besides himself. “This miserable existence… This can't be all there is left to my life!"

He took a breath, surprised at his own passion. His emotions were all over the place.

“This… This isn't it," he said again, repeating his words. “Until then…it's about survival, yes. I have to get out, somehow. I have to follow orders, for now. And then I can find a way out, maybe even through one of Lady Blaze's portals!"

Speaking his plans aloud, even though he didn't really want to be overheard accidentally, seemed to give better form to his plans, and he took a breath, rolling his shoulders back.

It was good to know where he was going, to have a goal in mind.

For the time being, while he dealt with their bowel movements, it was going to have to be enough.

Vignette Three

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Power Girl's perspective

_ _

Power Girl took a breath, her blonde hair whipping back from her face as she flew through the air, joined by Arisia and Terra. She'd invited Arisia to join them, as she's seemed like she needed a change of scenery, though Arisia could be a hard one to read. Considering their rather different lives and upbringing, whether they were born with powers or trained with them, it was not all that easy for them to relate to one another.

That was something the superheroes, however, could do their best to overcome, learning how to bond with one another, even if circumstances were exceptional.

“Hey!"

Terra caught her attention and Power Girl turned to her, slowing her flight a little.

“I've got to go to the bathroom," Terra said, raising her voice only enough to be heard over the wind. “Will you come with me? I don't want to go alone."

Arisia nodded and Power Girl caught her eye.

“I have to pee too," Arisia said, though there was that same note of hesitancy in her tone as there usually was. “Is that okay?"

“You don't have to ask me for permission," Power Girl said. “We're all in this together. Let's head down."

Terra pointed at a big sandpit, which seemed to be at the end of a work site. It was not in a city or a built-up area, but more of a rural one where they could have been mining, perhaps. It was not where their mission was due to come through, after all, so they paid it no more mind than they needed to.

They flew down, checking around them, though there was only abandoned equipment and a work hut that appeared deserted. Still, they checked the area swiftly before declaring it fit to be used, even though Terra shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other, desperately needing to go. Power Girl tried to hurry for her sake, but checking for their own safety was not something that, even then, could be rushed.

“This feels like being an animal," Terra groused, though Power Girl merely shrugged.

“I'm sure you've gone to the bathroom in weirder places than this," she quipped back at her, their long-time relationship at least allowing her to behave more comfortably with Terra than she was sometimes with the other superheroes. “Come on, let's get this all done."

She shook her head, though Power Girl hid the fact that the corners of her lips were tugging up in a smile. It had taken her a long time to grow more comfortable about going to the bathroom around the other superheroes – well, no, that wasn't entirely accurate. She was still embarrassed by it, but she had learned to put on a face for it, so she fit in around the others. For Power Girl, it had been something of a steep learning curve.

And, for her, it was easier when she was wearing the name itself – Power Girl. Not her real name. It felt like she was fitting an image and a mould, standing tall and proud with the rest of them.

Power Girl shook herself as she stepped away and nodded to Terra. Her mind was wandering when it should have been completely focused on the job at hand – though that was sometimes the way of it. Arisia took a couple of steps to the left of her as she squatted down, though Power Girl didn't look, of course, as she did her own business. Going to the bathroom around one another was something they all had to be modest about and get used to.

She didn't think too much as she urinated, pulling her outfit to the side so she could remain as covered as possible. For Power Girl, it was a quick, efficient procedure and she kept scanning the area with her back to the other two.

“Hmph… Well, that's done."

Power Girl held back her smile as Arisia made a comment that would have been more appropriate on Earth than her planet, but she kept it to herself. Arisia likely wouldn't have liked her pointing that out.

“Best to be quick, I feel we've still got a long way to go today," Power Girl said instead, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. “That feels a lot better though!"

“Hah!"

Arisia barked a laugh, but her own mirth brought a rise of pink to her cheeks, like she was still shyer than the others. Power Girl didn't let the thought linger.

“Yeah, well, maybe I'd been holding that in longer than I'm proud to admit," she said. “It's good to be moving though, makes me feel like I'm doing something even if we're still just travelling."

“Mm, yeah…"

Power Girl paused. They seemed to be taking a very long time – longer than she had honestly expected.

Glancing over to Terra, Power Girl made a small sound in her throat. She hadn't realised Terra was still working on a large poop – well, large for her, most certainly. All of them seemed to excrete more than usual, even those who were Earth born, and Terra sometimes caught her off-guard with how much she needed to relieve herself. Being superheroes, their powers forced them to consume more food too so they could re-energise themselves, but what went in had to come out too, even if that was a rather crass way of looking at it.

“Unff…"

Terra let out a very soft grunt, though Power Girl didn't look away in time – not that it was something Terra appeared embarrassed about at all. On the contrary, with her suit pulled up around her waist to bare her lower half, nudity or going to the bathroom did not appear to be something that bothered her.

When did that happen?

_ _

With the poop still hanging half out of Terra, Power Girl looked over to Arisia, whose eyes were so wide that even Power Girl had to stifle a laugh. It wasn't appropriate, yet the situations they all got themselves into sometimes seemed so ridiculous that she couldn't help but see it from that outside perspective too.

Terra muttered something under her breath, not understanding that she was being watched. Unlike the other two, she wasn't checking the surrounding area even when she was going to the bathroom, although she did have rather a lot more to work on than Power Girl and Arisia did. She bore down, the poop easing its way out of her with great difficulty. It was clear she had to push it harder and harder, her body straining to do what it needed to do.

“Oh!"

Terra blinked and looked up, sinking a little lower, though that wasn't really to hide anything. It was a good thing she didn't slip over altogether in her surprise, for that would have been a nasty plop to the ground indeed.

“I didn't realise you both only had to urinate," she said slowly, though she didn't try to hurry up or bother to look away. “Sorry about that."

“Uh…"

Power Girl shook her head and slid her gaze away, though she had to look back as Terra let out a puff of breath and settled there a little more comfortably, the poop dropping to the ground with a soft thud. It was long, of course, at around twenty-five inches. Yet the hardness of it showed off just why it had been as difficult as it was for Terra to excrete. Even the mere act of performing a bowel movement was tricky at times, though it was not something they talked about all that much.

Yet there was a sense of public exposure about it – and slightly voyeurism too, if Power Girl was brave enough to admit that to herself. She saw a lot more of the others than she could ever have anticipated, though she had to grow more comfortable with it still, even as Terra was plain about the needs of her body. After all, she hadn't thought twice about having a bowel movement rather than just relieving her bladder when they'd set down, though Terra had always been like that.

Just…perhaps not quite so publicly.

Power Girl stared at the long log, which had a light curve in its length as it lay along the sand. It had made a light indent there and some of the sand had spilt in around it, as if the sand pit itself was trying to bury the poop already. That would have been pretty convenient for them; even Power Girl had to admit that.

“Are you ready…to go?" Power Girl asked when all Terra did was sigh. “We have got a mission to complete, you know."

Terra grunted and puffed out her cheeks full of air at her.

“Oh, come on!" She groaned. “I'm not done yet, Kara, hold your horses. Jeez, you're so impatient!"

“Well, what more could you have to do?"

“Isn't it obvious?" Terra said with a roll of her eyes. “I have another one to do, at least. Don't you dare leave me here all on my own when I could be attacked too!"

Arisia covered her mouth with her hand and, vaguely, Power Girl was glad to see her lightening up a bit. Even though she could be very serious herself too, she wanted those around her to see a softer side to things, even when there were gross, rough edges to their missions. So, it was nice to see Arisia coming along too.

“Alright, alright," Power Girl groused, though Arisia nodded and scanned the area, naturally settling into a protective role. “We'll keep an eye out. But you really should have thought of this. I might have been able to find somewhere a little more private, you know."

Terra grumbled something, although it wasn't something intelligible that Power Girl needed to reply to.

“Don't worry," Arisia reassured them. “I've got an eye on things, as you say."

Power Girl smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, we appreciate that."

Terra, however, wasn't listening as she bore down, working intently on her next poop. She even closed her eyes as she focused completely on it. At least, she understood time was of the essence when it came to that, although it wasn't something they had to worry about too much. They just didn't like to be exposed and out in the open for too long, considering the nature of their work.

Terra had just as much trouble on her second poop and Power Girl could not help but watch it come out of her, the length increasing slowly, moment by moment. Yet it wasn't the length of the poop that Power Girl stared at but the thickness of it. It was, by far, the thickest Power Girl had ever seen, although it was not as if she hadn't seen plenty of other superheroes' poop, which she wasn't too sure what to think about.

She didn't want to interrupt Terra, however, as she pushed it out, the hard, dark brown length shifting slowly from her backside, though it was surely taking its time. As Terra had lowered her hips, the end of the poop touched the sand as it dropped, allowing some of the weight of it to be taken from Terra.

Int hat manner, it snaked very lightly along the sand, only “moving" back and forth with the shift of Terra's hips, for it was impossible for her to remain perfectly still at a moment like that. Terra huffed softly, eyes opening briefly, but she didn't meet Power Girl's eyes.

Maybe she is embarrassed about it, at least a little bit, Power Girl thought. I don't know, it doesn't really matter anyway.

_ _

Yet the public spectacle of it all did set her on edge a little, like there should have been a lot more embarrassment there than the pink of her own cheeks and the heat creeping its way down her neck.

“Unff… Fuck! This is taking bloody forever!"

Power Girl rolled her eyes at Terra's swearing.

“Your patience finally wearing thin?" She teased her friend. “Terra, come on, you're holding us all up!"

“It's not my fault this shit is hard as hell!"

It wasn't, not really, though the heavy, hard brick of poop worked its way tauntingly slowly across the sand, carving a path. Tiny grains spilt on to the poop, though Power Girl didn't really want to look at it that closely, ignoring Terra's swearing filling the air.

“Sure, be louder," she said with a heavy sigh. “If there's anyone nearby, they'll know exactly what we're doing and all that's going on."

“Ugh, Kara, you're such a pain in the ass."

“For once," Power Girl added, “I don't think it's me."

“You two make an odd pair," Arisia chimed in, though she seemed more at ease with the dynamic between them than she had been before. “But it's interesting to hear your…chatter."

Terra huffed and rolled her eyes.

“You could say things like that when I'm not in a precarious position like this, you know…"

Arisia floundered, trying to apologise even though it really was not necessary. Power Girl rolled her eyes a lot more subtly than Terra, though it was not something she had to worry about in the slightest.

One way or the other, they had a handle on things.

It took seemingly forever for the long, brown log of waste to work its way from Terra's body. Terra, however, had to be the one to do the work, even though it was hardly pleasant in the slightest. She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, grumbling under her breath, although it was not like her to be quiet about her discontent, regardless of the manner in which it presented itself.

“Ugh, this is so fucking hard," she moaned. “Come on… Hurry up already!"

The huge, thick poop eased from her, though there was nothing easy about it. She shook her head, though Power Girl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, struggling to keep her impatience under control. If she showed too much, Terra would most certainly have choice words for her.

“Ugh… Come ooooonnnn!"

The poop had to have passed fifteen-inches long, though Power Girl did nothing so uncouth as to crane her neck to see. Letting Terra get on with it, she raised an eyebrow, finally, as the poop dropped with a solid thud. It settled into a line, not wavering lightly back and forth as it had with the shift of Terra's hips, the surface of it firm and crackled along the full length of it.

Seventeen-inches… Power Girl thought, shaking her head. That's huge. Poor Terra.

_ _

Although she sympathised with her friend, she didn't say it aloud, though Terra stood and paused.

“Are you finally done now?" Power Girl asked, her impatience colouring her tone. “Can we go?"

“Uh… Hold on."

Terra bent over, her lower half still uncovered. Power Girl sighed and looked away, meeting Arisia's eyes.

“Sorry," she mouthed, not wanting to be too overt about her opinion of what Terra was doing. “She does this all the time."

Arisia blinked and mouthed back something that Power Girl thought was, “it's okay," although she couldn't be sure. It was not that bad, however, as Arisia gave a weak smile, though her cheeks were an awful lot pinker than they had any right to be. Just how wide her saucer-like eyes had gone, however, was pretty amusing.

Arisia didn't seem able to stop staring at the two logs on the ground: the first largest one and then the second one with that pressing, thick girth to it. Power Girl shuddered in sympathy, although it was not as if she had to concern herself with it all that much. She had to deal with pooping too, yet she didn't spare much thought for it.

“Unff!"

Grunting loudly, Terra held on to her legs as she pushed out another log, though that came out more swiftly than the first two. That was something of a relief, although Terra seemed to be sweating a little, perspiration glistening on her forehead faintly.

It shot from her as if she had expelled it from her body with a due amount of force – though that was not the end of it. The first landed in the sand beside the first two logs, though it was swiftly followed by a second that lined up with it, as if the two poops were making one, long, skinny snake.

Well, they were not all that thin, in all honesty. They were just slimmer in direct comparison to the other poops, though they still wouldn't have been at all comfortable to pass.

Yet that was by no means the point of it all as Terra groaned and stood slowly, glancing back at the poops with a laugh that barely played across her lips.

“Uh… Yeah, sorry about that," she chuckled, shaking her head. “I didn't think I needed to go that badly… And then I thought I was done!"

She sighed, the reality of what she needed to do sinking into her as she re-dressed herself. Yet there was an obvious change in her posture and position, as if it was quite clear that Terra was a lot more comfortable now that she'd managed to go to the bathroom than before.

Power Girl eyed up the four poops with a dubious look. The last two were lighter in colour, more of a golden-brown than the dark, hard shade of the others, although they still appeared as if they had quite a firm consistency. Of course, Power Girl wasn't going to investigate that, though it looked like Terra's gut health was pretty good, even if there was evidence of different meals in the different poops, regarding how they'd been processed by her body.

It was strange to think of things like that and she moved on, letting her gaze trail down those logs, gauging the size. Even though it was just an estimate, she thought they had to be about seventeen and twenty inches long, though that was difficult to be accurate on. Even though she'd seen lots of poops in her lifetime, often out in the open, she didn't always try to see just how long they were. Power Girl was sure others would think she was weird if she stared and she didn't want that to be something others thought of her.

The first two poops, however, had a distinct colour different in them: hard and dark with the surface broken with crackling. Power Girl might have compared them to oversized sausages, bursting out of their own skin, though the sheer size of them lent more to the notion of them being actual, physical logs.

Maybe the texture on the surface could look a bit like bark?

_ _

However, the way the last two laid out on the sand seemed to draw the end and she ran her gaze back along them, thirty-seven inches or so in total, until she reached Terra's legs again. At that point, she looked up and sighed, folding her arms across her chest.

Terra grimaced, once again, catching her impatience.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, I'm hurrying up. You don't have to be so obvious about it…"

Terra settled her outfit back into place and smoothed her hands down over it, ensuring there were no creases or rumples in the fabric – especially over her stomach. It was not just about how they looked in their outfits, of course, but their personal comfort too.

She raised her hands, calling on her powers to lift the sand and bury the logs. That forced Power Girl's gaze away from them, although she couldn't help but notice that Arisia had seemed rather interested in them too. Maybe she wasn't the only one that was a little too curious about the poop of the other superheroines, though it could have been merely a fact of their work and proximity to one another too.

“Okay, I'm ready."

Power Girl smiled.

“At last," she said, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at her friend. “Shall we go?"

“Yes," Arisia groaned, rocking her weight into one hip and then the other. “I'm getting sore standing here, I need to move."

With that, all three of them took flight, pushing off into the sky as their powers lifted them higher and higher. Power Girl exhaled as the cool, crisp air flitted past her skin, tickling what was bare and exposed.

It was good to be up there, revelling in flight, even though it had become second-nature to her after so long. Power Girl relaxed into it, though her senses remained alert and attentive at all times. Flying was good, but it was a position in which they were exposed, which she would do well to bear in mind.

Oh no…

_ _

She cast her thoughts back down to the ground with heat creeping down her neck. Even though she had just urinated, she hadn't had the foresight to cover it up with the sand.

Hopefully it has all seeped down far enough that no one will realise what we did there.

_ _

She could hope, though there was always the chance someone would come upon their bowel movements left out somewhere, even though they were often in remote locations when they didn't have facilities. The day wore on around her and Power Girl looked back, wondering just what someone would think if they did stumble over a huge pile of superhero poop.

Would they think they were imagining it? Would they hide it or bury it? Or would they just be confused by it, left scratching their heads at the sheer exposure of leaving poop right there, out in the open?

There was no way to tell and, frankly, Power Girl didn't want to be around when someone found her poop either.

Best to keep hiding and burying it, she thought to herself, flying ahead of the other too. I don't want to worry about that kind of embarrassment.

_ _

With the mission ahead, she turned her mind to it, focusing. There were more important things ahead that she had to concentrate on.

Still, they'd need to go to the bathroom again soon and who knew where they'd be when that came to the surface again?