Moonlight, The Booty Hero

“Gawd damn it…it doesn’t cover anything…” Emma said as she checked herself one last time in the mirror. Her ass was on display and the slightest movement caused her caked out flesh to jiggle like to servings of skin colored jello. She practiced a few kicks to see that even a bit of her pussy folds will display with any high kicks. She struggled with the dichotomy of her willingness to sacrifice modesty to save people lives. Why couldn’t she have been just given a pants costume like the other supers? The gunfire on the television screen and the sound of innocent by-standards screaming made her stop questioning her attire and run out to the balcony before she leapt over to the scene of the crime.

Her landing was flawless as she went right through one of the skylights of the North City bank. She landed with a deafening boom as her ass jiggled for anyone behind her.

“Wow check out that chick’s ass!” Said one of the male hostages.

“Dear lord there are children around,” said one of the moms that was shielding her sons eyes.

“She could sit on my face any day…” said one guy that couldn’t stop staring at her toned but plump booty.

Emma could feel the cheeks on her face burning red as she fought the urge to cover her overly exposed ass cheeks. She saw the robbers starting to get back to her feet so there was no time to worry about her exposed state of attire. She hurried over and threw her knee into the chin of one of the men, which caused blood and teeth to shoot of the now unconscious man’s mouth. One quick turn and high kick sent another man flying across the room. One of the two men got behind her and said, “Don’t move a fucking muscle, bitch!” He began to rub her ass as she let the other guy begin to approach.

“Check out the ass on this chick…” the one guy said as he couldn’t resist the urge to grab her other cheek. Emma couldn’t take it anymore as she did a front flip that kicked one of the men right in the chin while kicking the gun out of the other man’s arms. The man pulled out a knife and smiled through his mask. “I can’t wait to tear off that cat suit to see your tits too…”

Emma was disgusted as she quickly closed the distance and launched the knife out of his hand into the ceiling. With precision, she practically screamed at the lecherous man through a fury of kicks, “NOT…ON YOUR…FUCKING…LIFE!” The man was launched into a desk that broke from the force of his body being thrown into it. The hostages quickly escaped the room with a few thanking the masked heroine as she stood there proudly. It didn’t take long for police officers to secure the scene as the police chief met up with Emma.

“Amazing work in there but truthfully I liked your old suit better, Midnight,” said the chief with a chuckle through his thick mustache and a cup of coffee. “Gotta have to start calling you Moonlight since your mooning everyone now.”

“Oh gawd…please don’t make that a thing, Chief,” Emma said with a nervous laugh. “My stylist decided this was a necessary change.”

“Well as long as you keep up the amazing work, it doesn’t really matter what you are wearing,” the chief said as they walked out the building.