Revelation

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

Miranda sat in her office while she hovered invisibly above a raging forest fire.

Being in two places at once was a major rush.

Of course, in her office, she was in her normal hot body, not the one she'd had as she killed everyone on that plane last night. Jane had told her that she wouldn't alter reality when Miranda used the powers Jane let her use, and so coming in looking like someone who might just have been able to perpetrate that massacre wasn't the best idea.

Miranda had no intention of repeating what she'd done the previous night, well, yet, at least. That was just blowing off steam, and with what she was eventually going to do, those 230 deaths (226 on the plane, 4 elsewhere) would be a rounding error.

It had been fun, after she'd killed all the passengers and crew on the plane, to take over the controls herself, making sure nobody on the ground suspected anything was wrong (she could mimic any voice she wanted, and knew everything the pilot and copilot knew, so she'd had no trouble fooling air traffic control), until they boarded the plane and found the bodies. 219 of them, to be exact, plus 7 ash piles. She knew she'd left plenty of cum and prints all over the place, but Jane was constantly scrambling her genes and fingerprints and other such things so there was no way to identify her from the evidence she'd left.

But now she had a reputation as a beloved superheroine to create, which was why she was observing a forest fire.

She'd chosen a different body for her new identity. Only seven feet tall, this time, and no cock, but with a 38M-20-50 figure, hair (strawberry blonde this time) to her ankles, and well muscled. She also wore only pasties (the one on her right boob emblazoned with a "U" and the one on her left tit bearing a "W") and a thong that barely covered her snatch, along with sandals with an eight-inch heel.

"You didn't start this fire just to give me a place to start my work as a hero, did you, Jane?" she thought.

"Only in that I knew it would happen if I did nothing to prevent it," replied her friend.

"So the firefighters down there would be able to put it out without my help anyway?"

"Nah, it's already too fierce for that. It'll burn itself out in a while, but the best they can do is try to control its direction."

"But it's no match for Ultimate Woman, right?"

"Right. And I can't believe you chose that as your moniker."

"Hey, I had to choose something. And I am the ultimate woman now... well, second to you."

Jane chuckled mentally at Miranda's self-correction. "Anyway, how do you want to handle it?"

"Well, I don't want to create huge windstorms by blowing it out, or sucking it into my lungs, so how about a water deluge with some forcefields for containment?"

"That sounds good. You know there'll be a press conference afterward, right?"

"Only if I want one, but I definitely want one."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"That I'm Ultimate Woman, that all I want to do is help humanity and be everyone's friend"--she put an exaggeratedly pious tone into her voice as she said that--"and that I've got superpowers to help me do just that. I'll probably show off a few, like flight, heat vision, and duplication--to explain why I can handle so many things at once."

"When do you want me to make the media start focusing on you as a sex object rather than a superhero?"

"Eh, give it a few years. After all, the harder I fall, the more brutal I can be afterwards."

"Okay. Have fun saving humanity from itself."

The whole conversation took essentially no time, and Miranda knew she'd temporarily be able to do what she'd suggested. So she threw up a cylindrical forcefield around the fire--Jane had encouraged all the firefighters to get away from the fire by making it burn too hot for helicopters to hover above it safely--made herself visible, and sent an incredible amount of water crashing down onto the fire, created from nothing other than Jane's infinite power.

The fire was out after about thirty seconds, and the water, rather than being banished to nonexistence, was sent to various areas of the world suffering from drought. Miranda could see the head of the effort to fight the fire addressing a very hastily assembled press corps.

"...and we don't know what happened," he was saying, "just that it appears a flying woman suddenly appeared over the fire and put it out by making it rain."

"But she wasn't part of the firefighting effort?" a reporter asked.

Miranda swooped down and landed next to the chief.

"No, I wasn't," she said, before the chief could answer.

She put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest in a classic superheroine pose as the cameras refocused on her.

"And who are you?" another reporter asked.

"I'm Ultimate Woman, friend to humanity and superheroine extraordinaire," replied Miranda.

"Was that really you who put out that fire?"

"Of course!"

"So you can fly? And why didn't we see you until just before the fire went out?"

Miranda stepped out from behind the podium and hovered about five inches off the ground.

"Yes, I can fly. As for why you didn't see me"--Miranda started to fade from sight as she gradually became invisible--"as you can see--or not--I can make myself invisible"--once she was completely invisible, she abruptly reappeared--"and reappear at will."

"What else can you do?"

"Well, I'm not going to reveal all of my powers--can't let the bad guys know what they're up against!--but maybe they wouldn't even try anything if they knew that I have heat vision"--Miranda took a pencil from the podium, tossed it up, and blasted it into ash at the top of its arc--"that I can teleport"--she hopped around to a few different points near the lectern, always within sight of the cameras--"and that I can duplicate myself, so they're not safe even if I'm dealing with something else." The last was said in four voices at once, as she created three copies of herself.

"What are you going to do next?"

"I don't know," said Miranda, having gotten rid of the extra bodies. "It all depends on where I'm needed." She cocked her head as if sensing something. "But right now there's a volcano that's dangerously close to erupting and wiping out Hokkaido. Bye!"

Miranda vanished. The press conference was silent for a few moments until the chief said, "Any questions?"

But the reporters ignored him as they raced to their vehicles to get the story out.