Supergirl’s Wiccan Wicked Hair-day
Posted: Tue May 02, 2023 2:35 pm
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Supergirl knew the nature of the trap when Brainiac 8 failed to dodge, and took Supergirl’s full power charge as she flew into the building where Brainiac had her sister Alex and her boss Hank Henshaw beaten and bound. Charging in at full speed was a mistake against an enemy as intelligent as Brainiac 8, but the indigo female android was poised to crush the throats of her two closest allies before Supergirl could even get to the entrance; so she went through the wall just under the speed of sound. Using her heat vision to destroy the debris that might hit the vulnerable Alex, she let her boss, secretly the Martian Manhunter take his chances with the shrapnel as she pounded into Brainiac 8 with an impact greater than the heaviest tank cannon in history.
Brainiac should have dodged, should have metamorphed a shiled, should have used her mechanical control to pull up some drone or mechanical defense to take the hit, but instead, she took the hit and blasted through the back wall into a heavy shielded vault big enough to contain a full sized fighter plane. Brainiac hit the back wall and stuck in. If she had needed to breathe, she would be incapacitated as her chest was visibly pushed in, but Brainiac was a full android, and although badly damaged, was still functional. Supergirl flew in, ready to end the fight before the android was free to activate whatever she had waiting for Supergirl, but it turns out being slammed through the wall was the only trigger the trap needed.
Two 30mm Gatling guns waited in the back corners of the room, designed to kill main battle tanks, they would hurt, but Brainiac knew they could not kill Kara Zor-El, Supergirl. Stepping forward Supergirl prepared to end Brainiac 8’s rampage with a single punch, determined to absorb the cannon fire rather than risk deflecting it where Alex and her boss were still bound in the next room.
“That won’t be enough to stop me, and you know it” Supergirl stated moving forward to deliver the coup de grace.
“That isn’t designed to stop you. This is.” Brainiac 8 sneered, one eye flashing, one eye blazing as reduced function from the hit slowed the planned response just enough for Supergirl to see it begin. A pillar rose from the floor, with a lead box and heavy lead plated titanium iris opening. There was only one thing that could be locked inside a lead box and present a threat to a Kryptonian simply by opening. Green Kryptonite. If it opened when she was inside the firing arcs of the two tank killing gatling guns, she would be rendered vulnerable before she could flee. The guns could not just hurt her, they could kill her.
Brainiac was slowed by the damage to her chest, so the trap was opening more slowly than planned. Kara had heard her cousin talk about doing this, but had never tried it. She locked her head vision on the lead box and tried to fuse the iris closed, and heat the box up enough to cook the green kryptonite, exciting its radioactive decay enough to render it harmless. If she went too hot, the box would melt and she would weaken. If she didn’t go hot enough, Brainiac would open the box herself and the kryptonite would still be active. The cannons began to roar and the hammering impacts hurt Supergirl worse than Brainiac’s own fists. It took all of her willpower to keep the beams on target, and under control.
Brainiac 8 howled “NOOOOO!” and pulled herself out of the wall to cut open the box, morphing one arm into a wicked axe blade.
The blade tore through the front of the box, exposing the crimson glow of the superheated kryptonite.
Supergirl dove out of the way, turning her heat vision onto the sensors in the walls, melting them to scrap. This caused the guns to fall back to their manjack mode, firing on the only moving target in the room. Brainiac 8 held together for almost five seconds before coming apart. Her invulnerability shattered by Supergirl’s initial attack, and her healing blocked to metamorphose her hand into an axe to finish her trap, she had not rebuilt her carapace enough to withstand the tank killing rounds. The miniguns emptied their ammunition hoppers and spun in silent exhaustion before retracting into their mounts and deactivating.
Supergirl rose, feeling the effects of the Red Kryptonite wash over her, feeling her emotions beginning to run wild like she was drunk, and feeling her scalp burn and a heavy weight begin to pull on her. Without time to think about it, she stepped forward and used her heat vision and boots to stamp the last of Brainiac 8’s processors to slagged scrap before freeing her sister and boss.
“Kara, your hair!” Alex whispered as she ripped her free of the machine clamping her in place.
“What about it Alex? Did it turn pink or something?” Kara asked, afraid of what the unpredictable effects of Red Kryptonite had done to it.
“No, its still gorgeous and blonde, but its growing right down to your calves!” Alex said.
Supergirl stomped her foot in anger. “Stupid Red Kryptonite. If I had a few more seconds I would have cooked it from green all the way to spent, but noooooo, stupid Brainiac ripped it open while the Kryptonite was only red and now I have turned into a Kryptonian CHIA PET!”
Turning her eyes on the red kryptonite, Supergirl blasted it full force for several seconds. The radiation spilled back stronger for several seconds before the Kryptonite went from red to black, and then shattered as nothing more than harmless inert black shards.
Her hair now glowed a soft golden colour, and reached the floor. Kara sighed. “How are we supposed to cut this?”
Back at DEO headquarters, Hank Henshaw looked at Kara and broke the news.
“We can’t cut it. We tried everything we had in the arsenal. It is actually stronger than any other part of you right now. We tried the one experiment with Green Kryptonite, but as you recall, it weakened you before it weakened your hair. It won’t stop growing, there is nothing science has to offer that can help you.” He said.
Supergirl sat as Alex worked her hair into a braid that she could at least not step on as it trailed behind her like some Princess’s wedding dress. “That’s not fair!” She cried, slamming her hand down and shattering the heavy multi ton scanning array that she was seated upon. “oopsie!” She giggled, then blushed.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s the Red Kryptonite. My emotions are all over the place and my filter is like totally off. I have less impulse control than a spring break frat boy on his second keg, or Alex doing physicals on the new female recruits.” Supergirl blurted.
“Hey!” Said Alex, yanking her sister’s hair. Not happy with her sister sharing her fears that she enjoyed doing physicals on the other hard bodied women of the DEO more than she should.
Director Henshaw sighed.
“I hate to suggest it, but we know that your cousin is vulnerable to magic. We track and have used a number of powerful magical workers in the Eastern US. There is one group, they are very low key, that might agree to help. They have very quietly shut down some very powerful operators who preyed on women, and turned them over to us. They don’t work well with men, but as you are another woman, they should probably agree to help.”
Supergirl frowned. “Magic isn’t real.”
Director Henshaw smiled grimly. “You could tell that to Wonder Woman. I did once. Then she punched me through a mountain, threw her lasso around me and used it’s magic to make me sing “I’m a little teapot” nursery rhymes while she sipped her tea, floating six feet in the air.”
Supergirl giggled, Alex covered her face with Kara’s hair so as to not get caught giggling at the image.
“Fine. Where are your magicians?” Kara asked.
An hour later, Kara found herself out front of a Pagan book store. “Temple of Diana Nemorensis”
Kara whined at her sister. “Witches? Your solution to my problem is to bring me to a bunch of Wicked Witches? Seriously, a sewing circle of middle aged women is your answer. What are they going to do? Sell me some scented candles and teach me to ride a broom?”
Alex sighed. “These are Wiccan’s. There whole thing is harm none. I don’t know why you are so upset. From Mom and Dad’s point of view your worshipping Rao is just as Pagan as they are. Open the door, your hair is HEAVY.” Alex argued.
Kara pushed open the door, and five heavy set women were waiting. In the center was a woman clad in a formal Roman Stola, her wide hips and heavy breasts coupled with the silver in her hair and proud dark eyes gave her the aspect of a queen. A short rotund black woman sat beside her, the image of an African fertility goddess given life. The rest of the women ranged from pale blonde to clearly middle eastern ancestry, with a heavily muscled raven tressed brunette who looked like a mechanic or truck driver rounding out the set. All of them were variations on the theme of large or full bodied.
Kara snickered. “Not Wiccan’s; Thiccans!”
Alex whispered “Kara, do not piss them off. I can barely hold your hair now.”
The central woman looked coldly at Kara.
“Science holds no help for you. All the power of man holds no help for you. This is a women’s mystery alone. The goddess Diana Nemorensis, Diana the Huntress, holds power over the living and the dead, she is the Huntress, she who holds the power to end all things. Hers is a power that is shared only among women, and her rituals are not for the faint of heart. Your body, I am told, is so strong that no tool or weapon can cut it, and your hair is stronger. That means nothing. The power of the goddess can work miracles on those who submit to her will, submit to her rites. We have the power to draw her down, but what you ask requires us to risk much, for what you ask requires more power than any one mortal can hold. What you ask has risks, what you ask has costs, so what you ask will have a price.”
Kara waved her hands “Totally can pay. I mean, I got a chit from the DEO that could buy a building if I needed it. Price is no object. I swear I will pay whatever it takes, just fix my hair.”
The central woman rose. “I am Belladonna, this is my second Aconite” the roman looking woman pointed to the short heavy black woman.
“What we will require from you as price is only three things. Your hair once cut will be ours to keep and use. It will be an offering to Diana, a material strong enough to make her a bowstring strong enough to hunt the stars in the sky themselves. You will keep the rites we practice here a secret, no man or woman not of the coven may ever be told what goes on this or any other night we practice.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Sure, sure. No problem. And the third thing, the money?” Kara asked.
Belladonna strode to Kara, grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair and bent her neck to the side. Aconite moved to nibble at Kara’s exposed neck and earlobe. Looking into the widening eyes of Supergirl Belladonna spoke firmly, cupping Supergirl’s breast through her top and pinching her growing nipple hard enough to draw a groan from her.
“You will obey every instruction given. These rites are a sacred mystery of women, a sacred celebration of women’s bodies and women’s love. We are her priestesses, and you are only an aspirant who comes to beg for our intercession. You will obey us, you will endure the testing of the Goddess, for the Huntress has no place for weak women, do you understand super-GIRL?” Belladonna hissed, pinching Supergirl’s nipple as hard as she could, as Aconite sucked and licked at the vulnerable girls neck.
Supergirl knew about her sisters lesbian nature, and respected her life choices. She had never been tempted or drawn to women in that way. The Red Kryptonite was working on more than just her hair, and her out of control hormones had made her body a dozen times more responsive than ever before. The magic of the women gathered together in circle on ground holy to the Dianic Wiccans, witches who worship the goddess of the hunt through lesbian ritual magic bypassed the physical immunity that Kara was used to protecting her. She arched her back, offering herself to the two women unconsciously.
“Yes, I swear, I swear!” Kara gasped.
They let her go, and the muscular black haired butch turned to Alex. “You can go now. We will take good care of her. When we give her back to you, she will have her hair taken care of.”
Alex swallowed, her own lusts barely controlled by the combination of what was just promised, and the echoes of pure lesbian magic that had been roused by what had just been oathed before the altar of Diana. “That is not all that is going to be taken care of.” She whispered, then turned and bolted for her car. She would be headed home for a long session with her vibrator before calling in to report.
Supergirl knew the nature of the trap when Brainiac 8 failed to dodge, and took Supergirl’s full power charge as she flew into the building where Brainiac had her sister Alex and her boss Hank Henshaw beaten and bound. Charging in at full speed was a mistake against an enemy as intelligent as Brainiac 8, but the indigo female android was poised to crush the throats of her two closest allies before Supergirl could even get to the entrance; so she went through the wall just under the speed of sound. Using her heat vision to destroy the debris that might hit the vulnerable Alex, she let her boss, secretly the Martian Manhunter take his chances with the shrapnel as she pounded into Brainiac 8 with an impact greater than the heaviest tank cannon in history.
Brainiac should have dodged, should have metamorphed a shiled, should have used her mechanical control to pull up some drone or mechanical defense to take the hit, but instead, she took the hit and blasted through the back wall into a heavy shielded vault big enough to contain a full sized fighter plane. Brainiac hit the back wall and stuck in. If she had needed to breathe, she would be incapacitated as her chest was visibly pushed in, but Brainiac was a full android, and although badly damaged, was still functional. Supergirl flew in, ready to end the fight before the android was free to activate whatever she had waiting for Supergirl, but it turns out being slammed through the wall was the only trigger the trap needed.
Two 30mm Gatling guns waited in the back corners of the room, designed to kill main battle tanks, they would hurt, but Brainiac knew they could not kill Kara Zor-El, Supergirl. Stepping forward Supergirl prepared to end Brainiac 8’s rampage with a single punch, determined to absorb the cannon fire rather than risk deflecting it where Alex and her boss were still bound in the next room.
“That won’t be enough to stop me, and you know it” Supergirl stated moving forward to deliver the coup de grace.
“That isn’t designed to stop you. This is.” Brainiac 8 sneered, one eye flashing, one eye blazing as reduced function from the hit slowed the planned response just enough for Supergirl to see it begin. A pillar rose from the floor, with a lead box and heavy lead plated titanium iris opening. There was only one thing that could be locked inside a lead box and present a threat to a Kryptonian simply by opening. Green Kryptonite. If it opened when she was inside the firing arcs of the two tank killing gatling guns, she would be rendered vulnerable before she could flee. The guns could not just hurt her, they could kill her.
Brainiac was slowed by the damage to her chest, so the trap was opening more slowly than planned. Kara had heard her cousin talk about doing this, but had never tried it. She locked her head vision on the lead box and tried to fuse the iris closed, and heat the box up enough to cook the green kryptonite, exciting its radioactive decay enough to render it harmless. If she went too hot, the box would melt and she would weaken. If she didn’t go hot enough, Brainiac would open the box herself and the kryptonite would still be active. The cannons began to roar and the hammering impacts hurt Supergirl worse than Brainiac’s own fists. It took all of her willpower to keep the beams on target, and under control.
Brainiac 8 howled “NOOOOO!” and pulled herself out of the wall to cut open the box, morphing one arm into a wicked axe blade.
The blade tore through the front of the box, exposing the crimson glow of the superheated kryptonite.
Supergirl dove out of the way, turning her heat vision onto the sensors in the walls, melting them to scrap. This caused the guns to fall back to their manjack mode, firing on the only moving target in the room. Brainiac 8 held together for almost five seconds before coming apart. Her invulnerability shattered by Supergirl’s initial attack, and her healing blocked to metamorphose her hand into an axe to finish her trap, she had not rebuilt her carapace enough to withstand the tank killing rounds. The miniguns emptied their ammunition hoppers and spun in silent exhaustion before retracting into their mounts and deactivating.
Supergirl rose, feeling the effects of the Red Kryptonite wash over her, feeling her emotions beginning to run wild like she was drunk, and feeling her scalp burn and a heavy weight begin to pull on her. Without time to think about it, she stepped forward and used her heat vision and boots to stamp the last of Brainiac 8’s processors to slagged scrap before freeing her sister and boss.
“Kara, your hair!” Alex whispered as she ripped her free of the machine clamping her in place.
“What about it Alex? Did it turn pink or something?” Kara asked, afraid of what the unpredictable effects of Red Kryptonite had done to it.
“No, its still gorgeous and blonde, but its growing right down to your calves!” Alex said.
Supergirl stomped her foot in anger. “Stupid Red Kryptonite. If I had a few more seconds I would have cooked it from green all the way to spent, but noooooo, stupid Brainiac ripped it open while the Kryptonite was only red and now I have turned into a Kryptonian CHIA PET!”
Turning her eyes on the red kryptonite, Supergirl blasted it full force for several seconds. The radiation spilled back stronger for several seconds before the Kryptonite went from red to black, and then shattered as nothing more than harmless inert black shards.
Her hair now glowed a soft golden colour, and reached the floor. Kara sighed. “How are we supposed to cut this?”
Back at DEO headquarters, Hank Henshaw looked at Kara and broke the news.
“We can’t cut it. We tried everything we had in the arsenal. It is actually stronger than any other part of you right now. We tried the one experiment with Green Kryptonite, but as you recall, it weakened you before it weakened your hair. It won’t stop growing, there is nothing science has to offer that can help you.” He said.
Supergirl sat as Alex worked her hair into a braid that she could at least not step on as it trailed behind her like some Princess’s wedding dress. “That’s not fair!” She cried, slamming her hand down and shattering the heavy multi ton scanning array that she was seated upon. “oopsie!” She giggled, then blushed.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s the Red Kryptonite. My emotions are all over the place and my filter is like totally off. I have less impulse control than a spring break frat boy on his second keg, or Alex doing physicals on the new female recruits.” Supergirl blurted.
“Hey!” Said Alex, yanking her sister’s hair. Not happy with her sister sharing her fears that she enjoyed doing physicals on the other hard bodied women of the DEO more than she should.
Director Henshaw sighed.
“I hate to suggest it, but we know that your cousin is vulnerable to magic. We track and have used a number of powerful magical workers in the Eastern US. There is one group, they are very low key, that might agree to help. They have very quietly shut down some very powerful operators who preyed on women, and turned them over to us. They don’t work well with men, but as you are another woman, they should probably agree to help.”
Supergirl frowned. “Magic isn’t real.”
Director Henshaw smiled grimly. “You could tell that to Wonder Woman. I did once. Then she punched me through a mountain, threw her lasso around me and used it’s magic to make me sing “I’m a little teapot” nursery rhymes while she sipped her tea, floating six feet in the air.”
Supergirl giggled, Alex covered her face with Kara’s hair so as to not get caught giggling at the image.
“Fine. Where are your magicians?” Kara asked.
An hour later, Kara found herself out front of a Pagan book store. “Temple of Diana Nemorensis”
Kara whined at her sister. “Witches? Your solution to my problem is to bring me to a bunch of Wicked Witches? Seriously, a sewing circle of middle aged women is your answer. What are they going to do? Sell me some scented candles and teach me to ride a broom?”
Alex sighed. “These are Wiccan’s. There whole thing is harm none. I don’t know why you are so upset. From Mom and Dad’s point of view your worshipping Rao is just as Pagan as they are. Open the door, your hair is HEAVY.” Alex argued.
Kara pushed open the door, and five heavy set women were waiting. In the center was a woman clad in a formal Roman Stola, her wide hips and heavy breasts coupled with the silver in her hair and proud dark eyes gave her the aspect of a queen. A short rotund black woman sat beside her, the image of an African fertility goddess given life. The rest of the women ranged from pale blonde to clearly middle eastern ancestry, with a heavily muscled raven tressed brunette who looked like a mechanic or truck driver rounding out the set. All of them were variations on the theme of large or full bodied.
Kara snickered. “Not Wiccan’s; Thiccans!”
Alex whispered “Kara, do not piss them off. I can barely hold your hair now.”
The central woman looked coldly at Kara.
“Science holds no help for you. All the power of man holds no help for you. This is a women’s mystery alone. The goddess Diana Nemorensis, Diana the Huntress, holds power over the living and the dead, she is the Huntress, she who holds the power to end all things. Hers is a power that is shared only among women, and her rituals are not for the faint of heart. Your body, I am told, is so strong that no tool or weapon can cut it, and your hair is stronger. That means nothing. The power of the goddess can work miracles on those who submit to her will, submit to her rites. We have the power to draw her down, but what you ask requires us to risk much, for what you ask requires more power than any one mortal can hold. What you ask has risks, what you ask has costs, so what you ask will have a price.”
Kara waved her hands “Totally can pay. I mean, I got a chit from the DEO that could buy a building if I needed it. Price is no object. I swear I will pay whatever it takes, just fix my hair.”
The central woman rose. “I am Belladonna, this is my second Aconite” the roman looking woman pointed to the short heavy black woman.
“What we will require from you as price is only three things. Your hair once cut will be ours to keep and use. It will be an offering to Diana, a material strong enough to make her a bowstring strong enough to hunt the stars in the sky themselves. You will keep the rites we practice here a secret, no man or woman not of the coven may ever be told what goes on this or any other night we practice.”
Kara rolled her eyes. “Sure, sure. No problem. And the third thing, the money?” Kara asked.
Belladonna strode to Kara, grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair and bent her neck to the side. Aconite moved to nibble at Kara’s exposed neck and earlobe. Looking into the widening eyes of Supergirl Belladonna spoke firmly, cupping Supergirl’s breast through her top and pinching her growing nipple hard enough to draw a groan from her.
“You will obey every instruction given. These rites are a sacred mystery of women, a sacred celebration of women’s bodies and women’s love. We are her priestesses, and you are only an aspirant who comes to beg for our intercession. You will obey us, you will endure the testing of the Goddess, for the Huntress has no place for weak women, do you understand super-GIRL?” Belladonna hissed, pinching Supergirl’s nipple as hard as she could, as Aconite sucked and licked at the vulnerable girls neck.
Supergirl knew about her sisters lesbian nature, and respected her life choices. She had never been tempted or drawn to women in that way. The Red Kryptonite was working on more than just her hair, and her out of control hormones had made her body a dozen times more responsive than ever before. The magic of the women gathered together in circle on ground holy to the Dianic Wiccans, witches who worship the goddess of the hunt through lesbian ritual magic bypassed the physical immunity that Kara was used to protecting her. She arched her back, offering herself to the two women unconsciously.
“Yes, I swear, I swear!” Kara gasped.
They let her go, and the muscular black haired butch turned to Alex. “You can go now. We will take good care of her. When we give her back to you, she will have her hair taken care of.”
Alex swallowed, her own lusts barely controlled by the combination of what was just promised, and the echoes of pure lesbian magic that had been roused by what had just been oathed before the altar of Diana. “That is not all that is going to be taken care of.” She whispered, then turned and bolted for her car. She would be headed home for a long session with her vibrator before calling in to report.