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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Catwoman cursed under her breath, words not befitting a lady, though she had never truly been much of a lady. Swinging her handbag from her shoulder, she was “off duty", so to speak, undercover, her brown hair cut sharply above her shoulders, fringe swept to the side. Changing her hair up was a common occurrence for her, one more thing that allowed her to fly under the radar, though she was more interested in providing intel those days than simply being a cat burglar of fine jewels and more.

“Damn it… Why now?"

She didn't want to do it, but some things could not be helped and one of those things was a bodily function that not even Catwoman had control over. In the mall, she glanced at the very out of order public bathroom, water flowing from under the door, wrinkled up her nose and decided, very astutely, that she would have to find another location. But everywhere she looked had out of order signs on doors or that the bathrooms were simply out of use for people who were not making a purchase – and they were all taking up that thing of keeping the key behind the desk, ensuring that no such sly activities could be undertaken as they had used to be. Really, it was barbaric.

Maybe a stealing spree of bathroom keys would be more up her alley? No, no… That would be silly.

But she had to go, her stomach churning, gurgling a little too much. Maybe it was her breakfast that had not quite agreed with her, though that was not something that she felt she could control too much, not when she found herself in such a situation.

It was too much for her and the lack of a bathroom could not be an issue, for it was not as if she had not had to “let one go" when she was all suited up as Catwoman too, or simply on villain (or sometimes more helpful) business. Her lips twisted, lips sharply cut with crimson lipstick, though she was blending in that day.

Sometimes, when she had to go, she just had to go…

Ducking into an alleyway in the open air, she cut as far down as she could, grunting softly and wrinkling her nose. It was not the right place, not the right place by far, but having other alley cats, strays like she felt herself to be, was at least a little comforting, in a strange way, for her. A ginger tomcat skittered out of the way and jumped up onto a bin to watch her, rocking the lid, even as Catwoman squatted, pulling down her fashionable, smart trousers and underwear to her thighs.

“You don't have to watch, you know."

Yet cats were drawn to her, as they always were, and she tried not to make too many faces as her body grumbled, her guts working to relieve herself, now that that need had been bared to the world. It was filthy back in the alleyway, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Who was she, to be squatting in an alley like a common cat? She was better than that, stronger than that, though the feel of her excrement slipping from her was a relief that her body could not help but want to lean into, to feel more of – at least to the point that every bit was excavated from her body.

Yet it was not becoming of her, gasping faintly, keeping a sharp eye out, the relief something but not compared to the constant surveillance, feeling as if she was going to be surprised at a moment's notice, without any warning at all. She could not have said whether anyone had seen her duck down there and shuddered at the thought of being caught doing something so filthy. She should never have been squatting there, even if it was a perfectly normal bodily function! That simply was not how Catwoman wanted to present herself.

She squeezed out one log, though it was softer than usual, leaving a little mess behind that she would have been more grateful for tissue or toilet paper to clean up. But she could not stop things from happening as she blushed heavily, the rise of her cheekbones crimson and flushed, though the cats still looked on.

“Unff…"

Her skin ached and tingled as her guts settled back down, leaving a neat pile of excrement (if two logs could be considered a pile, though all was perfectly healthy with her there) behind. She didn't like to look back, but, well, that was one little habit ingrained in her, checking that all was good, all was healthy. And she certainly had no digestive issues from those sensible four-inch-long logs laid there in the dirt.

Done!

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She stood hastily, though something was afoot as her eyes landed higher up the wall, a spot where voices came from.

“Hm…"

That window didn't look very secure. And she had a hunch as to what store and building it belonged to, embarrassment leaving her as the pride in her real work and job, all done under the cover of darkness, returned. Maybe slipping into the back alley like a common feline had done a little good for her in the end!

“Hello, darling," she crooned, eyeing up the back window to the jewellery store. “I think I may just have found my next target. Funny how things like that work out, is it not?"

Her eyes glittered and, as she made herself modest again, far more comfortable than she had been when she'd started out, a plan began to form in her mind. It would take some time, mulling it over, dealing with the details, but it would surely be set to gain her the biggest haul yet of her thieving career!

Catwoman smirked prettily.

Things were looking up, after all that…

*

“Yahhhh!"

Power Girl turned upside down in mid-air as she let the car fly, a broken-down wreck as she fought above the junkyard. With her blonde hair flying, her suit, at the time patriotic in red, blue and white with her symbol in the centre of her chest, she was at the peak of her performance, doing what she did best. It was a lower scale measure of assisting law enforcement than what Power Girl was used to, but she was keener to carve out her identity there than ever. Besides – criminal gangs were turning to ever greater technology in the desire and greed to usurp good, law-abiding citizens. Funny thing was that those law-abiding citizens never seemed to do anything all that much with their days, a little on the boring side. Power Girl still wasn't sure what to think about that.

The car flew through the air, disrupting their stronghold, though they had machine guns too, bullets raining upwards through the air like a reverse hail. Power Girl did not bother identifying their firearms, for they were all the same to her, unless they were using stolen powers from other superheroes or new technology, both of which had happened before. Bullets were bullets and they stung just the same sinking into her flesh – that was, of course, if she allowed them to hit her. Her invincibility too would only go so far and she did not yet know if they could exploit a weakness.

The junkyard of cars stretched out below her, framed by warehouse buildings, some in a greater state of disrepair than others. Yet, as she flew, her stomach churned and red-hot embarrassment clawed at her heart and mind.

Oh, no! I can't believe I forgot to go – again!

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For it was not the first time that bodily functions and needs had bypassed her attention – she had a job to do, after all! Fighting crime, however, would just have to wait as she zoomed off, searching for somewhere where there were neither any enemies nor any allies.

Yet her need grew, wanting to jig a leg, even as she flew, her body striving to alert her, in all ways, all abruptly, that she needed to relieve herself, though it was not just a number one that her body needed at that time. No, she needed to satisfy a far dirtier urge in herself, muttering under her breath as she zipped through the air, keeping low, though the law forces that she was working with would surely wonder where she'd gotten off to.

It just was a fact of her life, however, that she had to go and, to be fair to Power Girl, she had to go more often than others too – other normal human beings, that was. She was different and landing behind a towering, teetering wall of broken cars told her that as her guts rumbled.

“Come on, come on…"

Her stomach gurgled more and more urgently, the strain and cramp in her belly urging her on, desperation coursing through. Her suit did not allow her to remove only a bottom half, something like a leotard, though she had forgone the cape, so she had to wriggle it down, exposing her breasts in a bra, though there was nothing sexual about what she was doing. She had to balance on an old, rusty edge of a car window, keeping a watchful eye out, hot patches of embarrassment flushing down her cheeks, her chest, even colouring the upper curves of her ears a darker shade of pink.

Her underwear had come down with the suit and the squatting position, with her suit fully between her thighs, scrunched up and precariously held there, relieving herself at what felt like long last. But the problem with her powers was that, being that she didn't have a human body, she had to take in more sustenance to long-term sustain her powers (like sleeping was still essential for her) and that meant that, well… It had to come out of her, one way or another.

“Urf…"

She groaned, shifting her weight, even though it should have been a normal part of life by that instance for her, grunting and groaning, letting her excrement pile neatly under her. The logs were hard and had to be forced out, though they came quickly, the gurgling in her guts egging them on. It could have been messier, what with how she was shifting her weight and practically wriggling, only wanting to get back to the fight above, but it would go as quickly or as slowly as it was going to go.

One, two… Oh, there were more? The last log of excrement was longer and thicker than the first, taking a long time to squeeze it out, wishing that she didn't have to eat so much and produce so much. Her body tightened a little in the pit of her guts as she relieved herself, though the poop that she produced looked like anything that a regular human being would produce, which was, in a way, something of a relief to her. She wouldn't have really wanted to answer any strange questions if anything at all went awry when she was merely visiting a friend's house. It was something that, to be fair, was a constant, low-level worry of her.

Yet the relief of going, even then, was worth it to her as she gasped, a little sweat marking the back of her neck under her hair, the contractions of muscles in her body instinctive. It was interesting how the body would work to perform functions like that, even if she'd had to make the effort to get to a safe place, at least, for the event itself. Her poop slipped out easily without any resistance as she relaxed and pushed to the best of her ability, though those acts didn't seem to match up sometimes.

“Ah…" She sighed, her embarrassment softening, though it was not all as bad as she thought it was. “That's…better. Back to it!"

She was not there to waste time, after all, her stomach feeling a lot better than it had when she'd been flying and fighting, lighter overall. Pausing for a moment, she went through the routine of checking her poo, the three logs dwarfed by the last one, which was seven inches long with a little more moisture at the tail end, though they all laid down, side by side, as if she had deliberately placed them there. Although she was glad that her guts were healthy, she groaned at the thought that she would be producing the same or more all over again in but an hour.

There was no way for her to truly dig or hide her excrement in such a place, so she hastily grabbed a few metal sheets and crushed it down over her three poops before the smell could rise too much. Like much else, it would decompose in time, though something told her that no one would be visiting the junkyard for quite some time.

Her suit slid back up and over her shoulders, arms into the sleeves, all covered up once again. With a smile on her face, she leapt from the ground in flight once more, re-joining the fray and the fight, even if it could only really go one way with her back in the thick of it all.

Power Girl had come back stronger than ever and the criminals had a serious reckoning on their hands!

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Wonder Woman swung forth her lasso of truth, the golden rope arcing through the air, though she already knew the truth from the man she was capturing.

“You bitch!"

He spat and screamed, but she had the head of the slavery ring broken down at her feet, his lips moving constantly, words pouring out that were meant to be insults but, in her case, did not affect her in the slightest. She frowned, her dark hair blowing back from her head, cape flowing, though her leotard costume was a little different to what she usually wore, coming in two parts. It allowed, in her experience, for a little more flexibility.

“I'd suggest you keep yourself quiet now."

But she didn't have to tell him that, for his words would be used against him either way, squirming and writhing and thrashing and spitting curse after curse while that sense of unease and discomfort in the pit of Wonder Woman's stomach grew. Her hairband was pushing her hair back from her face, keeping it all in place so that flyaway hair would not sweep into her eyes when she was in motion, but the raw and rugged landscape around her, a secret hideout out in the mountains, was unforgiving.

Even Wonder Woman, after all, had to poop sometimes.

She left him well bound, her trusty lasso hooked at her hip and ready if needed, but had no concern about him being freed before her return. A more private soul, it was not on her to do such a thing out in the open, but she managed to find a rocky outcrop to hide her, sweeping the perimeter and beyond in case of anything or anyone that might disturb her. Cool air brushed her skin as she slipped down the bottom half of her leotard, acting more like underwear on her bottom half, though she had to admit that the flexibility allowed there was rather appealing too.

“Come on, come on…"

She would have been more embarrassed about it if it had not been something that had happened to her in far worse situations before, the call to relieve herself on the battlefield being something a lot more humiliating. It was something that, like so many others, she simply had to do, however, her body aching for it, need rising. If she held off for even a few minutes more than she should have, Wonder Woman would swiftly get stomach cramps. Going a few times a day, considering how her body worked and functioned, was by no means unusual for her.

Her stomach grumbled, yet relief was easily gained, even if she had more excrement to produce than even usual. It was not outside the bounds of what was normal for her, of course, but she squeezed and bore down, trying to hurry herself along. If she'd been human or similar, not as she was, she would have been able to hang on and wait until she was back and able to reach a toilet, but Wonder Woman had learned long ago that that simply was not something that worked for superheroes like her, as much as she may have liked that to be so. Except when she was home and relaxing, Wonder Woman couldn't honestly remember the last time where she had regularly sat on a toilet to relieve herself.

Her captured man screamed into his gag, though it was only the thrashing of a man who knew, quite justly, that he had been bested, while she merely checked for disturbances and otherwise ignored him. Her body squeezed down around her poop as she eased it out, quite well practised at being quick and discreet after it being something that she had had to deal with for so many years.

It had to come out, the squashy logs of poo slipping forth, though the mess was larger than usual, with five thick, fat logs of excrement demanding her attention. She did not have to bear down that much to get them out, grateful that the wind took away any scent, but her guts rumbled as if she was going to make a more embarrassing noise as the nine-inch logs laid there. It was an obscene size for excrement, truly, but there was nothing she could do about that, wiggling her hips to the side to double check. Her diet must have been working for her to produce that much.

Her body trembled with relief at being able to, finally, be more comfortable after so long, the sensation of something weighty leaving her. It was as if she had left it for far, far too long, even though it had only been a couple of minutes, at a push, since she had first felt the tightening of pressure inside her that meant that she had to go. If that could have been different, well, that would have been appreciated. But things were as they were for Wonder Woman and there was little she could change about that.

Out there, at least, she could bury it, quickly and efficiently taking care of her business as her thighs ached from holding such a position. Squatting would have been so much easier if she didn't have her outfit tugged taut between her legs! But she didn't know what else to bother with that as she covered her poop quickly, allowing it to remain in the wake of her. Nature would take care of that.

“Oh, quiet."

She stood over the man who had broken so many lives, shaking her head sadly. It was not a good place to be in, though she recognised the lives that had been saved by his capture, her stomach looser and lighter than it had been before.

One could not truly fight off the ills and evils of the world without taking care of their own bodily needs too.

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“Come on! Keep up!"

Wonder Woman grunted and leapt, covering a far, far greater distance than so many others in her world, down there on Earth. She did not fly, not with that leap, but she did give the illusion of it, wearing a blue skirt that was cut in such a way that it gave the impression that it was armoured. But Wonder Woman, of course, did not need armour.

With her was Power Girl, shooting through the air, the city around them, her x-ray vision allowing her to scan the nearest buildings seeking out their targets. The grey scope of the city rose around them, a concrete forest and jungle, though it was a familiar battleground for the two of them, even if they had not honestly had any reason to team up before.

Yet Power Girl was the first of them to get that “look" on her face, that slightly pained look of a woman who had waited too long to do what she needed to do. Wonder Woman would have asked what was needed, but the call of nature was not such a thing that she could ignore either.

“Wonder Woman!"

She shouted, lips twisting, and Wonder Woman drew up short, one foot on the ledge of a building, though she was not yet poised, quite, to jump.

“What is it?"

Yet she knew it too, catching her breath, a look of understanding crossing her face.

“Oh, I understand… Yes, in here then."

A hop, skip and a jump had them, thankfully, in the seclusion of an abandoned skyscraper, something that could have once been an office type building. Some of the desks remained and a lot of the windows had been blown out as discourse raged through the city, but that was just one of the reasons that the duo was there, asked to assist and find out what was causing such unrest. The police, in that case, were perplexed.

Whereas Wonder Woman was in a much easier position than Power Girl to pop a squat and relieve herself, only needing to hold her underwear out of the way while her skirt modestly covered her, Power Girl squirmed. Should she head off to another room, maybe even a different floor? She'd never done it, not really, with anyone around, not that close, before. She'd always managed to get to a side, to find someplace to hide, anything to be a little more discreet about a rapid-fire bodily function that had to take place in public more often than not.

Blinking back at her, Wonder Woman barely acknowledged Power Girl's struggle, even as the blonde moved her outfit out of the way, trying to leave as much of herself covered up as possible while relieving herself. It was not the easiest of things and had her squirming in place, muttering under her breath.

“Oh, for fuck's sake…" Power Girl muttered, trying to keep quiet and discreet, looking away as she allowed her body to do what it needed to do. “This is so embarrassing… How do you even handle this? You've been doing this…for as long as me?"

Wonder Woman glanced back, though allowed Power Girl her modesty.

“Yes, well… It's just something we have to deal with. You have to be quick and efficient about it."

Power Girl groaned, heat in her cheeks, squashy poo working its way from her, though she didn't want to make so much mess, sloppily relieving herself, though they were mostly still log-shaped. For that, at least, she could be grateful, even as it seemed like her and Wonder Woman were in direct competition to produce the largest pile of poo, excreting seven and ten logs respectively.

“I never feel like I can get it all out quickly. My body has to make a big fuss over it, I don't get it."

Wonder Woman chuckled.

“Maybe that's only normal for me then, I never thought about it."

For it was nothing to be embarrassed about, even if it was more socially acceptable to be discreet and modest about it. With the sheer number of times that she'd been caught off-guard, she had had to find some way in herself to be okay with it, even though it was not something that was typically done, not at all. Most others that she interacted with down there on Earth and in the human world only knew defecation as something that took place in a private place, yet pooping wherever she needed to, as long as she was not making it obvious to the people around her, was something that Wonder Woman had had to accept.

Her body bore down on the half-hard logs of poo as Power Girl groaned softly next to her, trying to accept it, for it was something normal for them, their bodies aching for it, pushing and pushing until soft logs of poop dropped from them, settling on the ground under them. Power Girl tried to keep her back to a filing cabinet that had been tipped back against the wall at some point in its history, though there was not even a stray sheet of paper left with which to wipe herself or cover up her dignity. The pressure in her bowels remained, even after squeezing out what may have been a normal amount, reminding her of the overly large meal, to be fair to her, that she had consumed the night before.

“Erf…"

She didn't want to be making sounds like that, not even while she pooped, though it was not her fault, her body aching for it, the gut-churning contractions forcing her to do something. To hold back was not an option as she openly and publicly relieved herself, panting faintly, her cheeks tinged with red.

That it was embarrassing only came because she thought it was, however. Wonder Woman certainly treated it as if it was an everyday occurrence, a difference between them that Power Girl could not honestly say that she understood. Her blush intensified, however, as she broke wind while defecating, though it was not to be helped, something that Wonder Woman did not even bat an eyelid at.

Wonder Woman finished before she did and settled her skirt back into place, perfectly clean and fresh and relieved. She took her time though in checking that all was well and healthy, the thirteen logs of poo not seeming as if they were something that should have come from her body. But it was all very normal and she should have gone earlier if that was waiting to come from her, making a mental note. The hard logs, however, were smaller, only about three and a half inches each, though the pile was no less impressive.

“Hurry," she said shortly, her eyes already raking the concrete landscape beyond the broken windows. “They're going to get away if we do not make haste."

Power Girl groaned. At least her filth had finally finished, her backside feeling emptying, though she did know that poop only moved down into her passage, of course, when she was ready to go. It didn't stop that uncomfortable feeling of fullness otherwise, the urgent twist in her gut that always told her that she needed to poop, regardless of where she was. If she could think about it like Wonder Woman one day, she would perhaps be at least a little happier with herself.

All done, she dressed herself again by tugging everything back into place, though Wonder Woman was on her way already, striding out with great purpose.

“Wait – shouldn't we clean it up?"

Wonder Woman shook her head, leaping from the window.

“No time – let's go!"

And that was that, a normal, everyday occurrence to Wonder Woman, drawing Power Girl along under her influence, though there was not really all that much difference between them.

Maybe things would be different for Power Girl one day, but, until then, there was crime to be fought and a world to change!

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Catwoman clung to the side of the building, suction cups on her hands and knees, allowing her to stick to the smooth glass. It was one of few locations, so high up, that she needed such equipment, otherwise preferring to scale buildings and slip into target locations with nothing more than the weapons she needed at her fingertips. Equipment for climbing? Not for Catwoman, not under normal circumstances.

Yet she was not immune, even up there, to the whims and wiles of her body, grunting softly as she reached the top of the building, the skyscraper so high up, stars glancing off the glass windows that made it so impressive. It was one of the largest buildings in the city and yet she only had eyes for what lay in the vaults within, what she had only uncovered was there after the party.

Rich folks with more money than common sense were oh so very apt for showing off their jewels and fineries, though that made it all the easier for Catwoman to thieve it. However, the call of nature clawed at her gut, as much as she tried to ignore it, her stomach gurgling very faintly.

“Not now…"

She rolled her eyes, wearing her cat mask, her lips and chin free, though it covered most of her nose besides her nostrils. She did not want to stop to poop! Didn't her body know that she had serious matters to be getting on with? Oh, it was cliché for her to steal jewels, yet again, but her lust for something sensational, oh, it could not be tamed. Those with more money than they knew what to do with should surely have been more careful with what they stored, after all, and they could not have enjoyed it that much if they did not even know what belonged to them.

Her bowels ached, however, the need swelling, pushing through her, making her lower abdomen feel swollen in a bad way. Waddling to the doorway, she picked the lock with ease, a retractable set of claws springing from her gloves, smirking and slipping down.

Yet the stairwell would have to be where she relieved herself, squatting, at least ensuring that there was a way to access her rear through the catsuit. That had been something that she had thought about before, when it had become such an inconvenience to have to keep aborting and slipping away during personal missions to relieve her bodily needs. It was wrong that she'd had to make such a function possible, but it fitted seamlessly into her suit, something discreet that she could use to hide the annoyance of having to slip away so often.

The stairwell… In the darkness, with emergency lights flickering, she squatted and relieved herself like an animal. Although it was risky and there was still a possibility that there was a security guard around that she had missed, she had to do it, licking her lips, looking up, trying to distract herself from what was happening.

Strangely, it made her feel feral and wild, hot all over, but it was good, a feral feeling, rough and raw. Maybe that was what it truly meant to be Catwoman, casting away human wiles and taking on who she was. Neither human nor feline, but a woman all of her own.

She took her time, keeping watching, though the pressure in her stomach grew, urging her to relieve herself, for it could not be held back. Neither did she want it, her poop easing out, though she felt how large it was, pushing and squishing from her tight ring. Where she needed to relax, she could not, muscles contracting and working almost without any kind of thought or will behind it. Catwoman was quite sure, even if she had ignored what her body wanted completely, she would be able to poop still, instinct and need taking care of that entirely for her, one way or another.

Her body needed it as she relieved herself, involved in the intricate sensations as she squeezed it out, her body accommodating the squash of poo, dropping with some heaviness to the floor. It was a moderate amount, two thick logs, yet as if she had eaten something that did not agree with her, her stomach and guts churning even as she contracted her muscles once again.

She knew too that there were others like her in the world, that it was something that affected the proud superheroines in the world that thwarted her from time to time. Yet her crimes were on a much smaller scale to what a true villain, one set to turn the world, let alone the city, upside down, something that bypassed their attention. Sometimes, even, she might be better placed to help them, though Catwoman would never truly reveal that she was, on occasion, on the side of good.

No, she was only feline, a woman of her own, defecating in the stairwell like an animal and re-dressing herself, leaving the mess of her body behind. It was natural, only natural, and she flushed hot with a vindictive pride in what she had done, what her body had craved so badly and that she had only been doing what her body had needed. She glanced down between her legs, the poo remaining healthy and firm, not as soft as it had felt while she was squeezing out the two five-inch-long logs, if she was to take a rough guess at it.

All natural, all normal. And just why should she be afraid to lean into that? No one had ever outright told her that it was a shameful act, yet she was caught out in strange situations so much. Pooping in the forest, while she had been tackling a business retreat, had nothing in needing to defecate in a plant pot at a rich person's party though, one so insignificant to her in the grand scheme of things that Catwoman could not honestly remember who she had infiltrated. The currency of that party, however, had been information and she had gotten all she needed from it.

If she needed to go, that was what she was going to do. That was what her body needed and she was going to listen to it. Wherever, whenever. Public and risk? Oh, that was just a part of her job…

Catwoman smiled dangerously.

It was a new era where her boldness in pooping as she pleased grew…