Chances look good now that Ultragirl has arrived. Wait what?!

"Two girls against one boy huh, lets even the odds", said an unexpected newcomer. Ultraboy thought it was Rocketgirl, or perhaps Liberty Belle, but who it actually was shocked him to the core. Not only him but the villainess, while Ultimagirl was shocked and confused, Ultimamom was looked like she'd seen a ghost.

She looked a lot like Ultramom, at least a younger teenage version of her, complete with a costume similar to her but with inverted colors. It certainly fitted around her body rather nicely, and she seems to be around Ultraboys age. Not that he noticed, he was too mesmerized by her presence and her well defined body, a body unlike her mothers, he always wondered what Ultramom looked liked at his age but thier were no pictures of her from back then, in fact he recalled his mother never said much about her past before she had him.

Thankfully Ultamagirl was not as fascinated of her as Ultraboy, nor horrified as Ultimamom. "And just who the hell are you?!"

The girl conveyed an awkward smile, seemingly aware of the reactions her entry has caused. "Well I'm Ultragirl, yeah I know it sounds impossible, I only found out about it weeks ago. Its a long story, but..."

"Then I probably don't want hear it", Ultamagirl snapped. "look babe your clearly new at this, so Ill go easy on you and get to know that sweet ass of yours. Beating and capturing Ultra pansy here gets real old real fast"

"We must retreat", said Ultimamom her voice shaken. This didn't escape Ultimagirls notice and she was quite astonished.

"But mom, the plan..."

"The plans changed", Ultimamom snapped. "We need to go, and when we do we'll need to talk." She took up to the air and Ultimagirl while confused and conflicted understood the odds were against her and took off herself.

Ultraboy just stood there in amazement, realizing what a strange day he's having, and something told him it was about to get stranger.

He looked up at this so called Ultragirl, mind full of questions of her identity and origins, as well as lust for her lovley body.

"Who are you, really?" , he asked finally findgin him self able to speak.