Half-Strength

When Karla Sofen first bonded with the alien moonstone, the sudden increase in her strength had a few consequences. Doorknobs were a problem for the first few days. Several shirts and pants were ruined because the cloth no longer offered resistance to her movements. Once, she had broken a lover's penis, which resulted in her flying off rather than taking him to the emergency room.

In the years since, Moonstone had been careful to manage her strength. She rarely broke doors just by opening them. Her sex toys weren't crushed through use. Wine glasses didn't shatter in her hands.

Half-strength, she thought, as her foot wound up for the kick. Not too hard. Want to send the slut to heaven, not the hospital.

Karla had never done a kick-off in football, but she knew the basic technique. Left foot forward, knees slightly bent, spine straight, arms held up and close to her sides. She took a deep breath, eyes on target, and stepped forward and expelled that breath in one fluid movement, bringing her right foot up in a long arc that ended with the top of her foot slamming into Sue Storm's crotch.

The force of the kick lifted the Invisible Woman off her feet. The blue eyes shot open, bugging out as Karla's foot slammed into the sensitive flesh. The pussy seemed to explode with wetness, and then Sue was on her knees, grasping at Karla's upraised leg, the psychiatrist balanced precariously on one heel as her client sputtered.

The blue eyes of the blonde on the floor were unfocused.

Shit, Karla thought. Too hard.

"Are you okay?" the psychiatrist asked. "Is that too hard? Did you want to use your powers, check for internal bleeding?"

Moonstone was prepared to be cussed out. A trip to the emergency room. Her carefully developed relationship with Sue Storm collapsing due to one miscalculated cunt punt.

She was not prepared for Sue Storm to sniff, take a long ragged breath, and say:

"Can we...try that again? Please?"