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Climbers Part 7: I'm Not Soft
Dena stared unhappily at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She knew she was not pretty, but tonight was the Homecoming dance and she felt particularly ugly. She was supposed to go to Bobbi Jo's house to prepare with some other girls from the basketball team, but she felt shy and terrified. They were all so pretty, especially Bobbi Jo, who was radiantly beautiful.
When Sheldon had asked her to the dance, she froze, taken completely by surprise. Dena watched his face fall in crushing disappointment when he misinterpreted her silence as rejection. He started to backpedal and stammer out an apology, but Dena recovered from her shock and saved him from embarrassing himself too badly. She'd said yes on impulse, partly because she didn't enjoy watching his disappointment and embarrassment, and partly because she wanted to. If she was being brutally honest with herself (which she usually was), she'd also said yes because she was flattered both by his proposition and by his disappointed reac
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Climbers Part 6: Hot Girls Running Around in Short
Climbers Part 6: Hot Girls Running Around in Short Shorts
It was the night before the Homecoming dance. Sheldon pushed his chair back from the role-playing game with a yawn. "Sorry to cut and run, gentlemen," he said. "I want to get some sleep tonight." The clock showed midnight but the Friday night gaming sessions often ran until dawn.
"We already started late because you wanted to go to the stupid Homecoming basketball game," Pete complained. He was a small, slim nerd with an encyclopedic knowledge of fantasy and gaming lore. "Since when do we go to sports games, anyway?"
"Since Sheldon got a date with his amazon crush," DeShawn teased. He was big and jolly, the alpha nerd of their small group. It was his house they played at. "Besides, tell me you didn't like watching a bunch of hot girls running around in short shorts! Especially Bobbi Jo, I could watch her all night!"
"I like Tanya, she's so beautiful," Ning said quietly. He was the fourth member of their gaming group, smal
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Climbers Part 5: It's a Good Pain
"This is going to hurt," Dena warned.
Sheldon looked apprehensive. "Ok," he said.
Dena had taken Sheldon on his first climb on the climbing wall. He was very chubby, looking short and chunky in the harness, but he was determined. He made it half way up the beginner ascent before his muscles gave out. He'd tried three times, and now he stood on trembling legs, sucking down water and shaking his knotted muscles.
"You used muscles you never thought of. Tomorrow you'll feel a little sore. On Thursday your body will feel like it's on fire."
"Gee, thanks."
Dena grinned. "It'll get better though. You'll see. It's a good pain."
Sheldon made a face. "'Good pain,'" he repeated, curling his fingers into air quotes. "You jocks are all the same. I changed my mind, you really are a bully!"
"Jerk!" Dena said, playfully punching Sheldon on the shoulder. He winced. With her huge muscles and big steely fist even a gentle tap was enough to numb his sore arm. "Think you're up for anchoring me?"
Sheldon lo
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Climbers Part 4: You Were Watching Me?
"Hey, Dena, wait up!"
Dena slowed her long-legged walk and let Sheldon catch up. She was silent as he walked beside her.
Sheldon swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He was intensely aware of her proximity. It was exciting and intimidating and a little terrifying for him.
"The other day, that came out wrong. Thank you, really, for helping me. I just meant that I'm short and fat and nerdy, and insecure dickheads like Leon and Greg have bullied me all my life. I didn't mean you're a bully, you're not!"
"I know that, Sheldon," Dena said quietly.
"You do?" Sheldon asked, startled.
"Sure. I realized later. Of course you didn't mean to call me a bully. That wouldn't make sense." Dena looked away, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I over-reacted."
"Wow, um, yeah, ok. So you're not mad at me?"
"I'm not mad at you."
They walked together in silence for a while. After a few minutes, Sheldon said enthusiastically, "That was unbelievable! You fought two big dudes with weapons, didn't get hit once, and won with
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Climbers Part 3: A Bigger Bully
"Not so tough now that you don't have your ugly-ass freak-show girlfriend to protect you!"
Dena overheard a familiar voice. It was Leon, the bully she'd defeated a few days ago. She stopped and cocked her head to listen, curious.
"You guys are jerks and losers! AAAGH! Oww!"
That voice definitely belonged to Sheldon, the little nerd they had been bullying.
"Did you hear that, Greg? Jerks AND losers! Then how come we're on the football team, and you're just a weak pathetic fat loser can't get a date, huh?"
"You're third string! Connor would never let you losers bring down the team!"
Connor was the captain of the football team, and unlike Leon and Greg, he was a straight A student and a genuinely nice guy who would never tolerate bullying if he knew about it. He was also supermodel supergirl Bobbi Jo's lucky boyfriend.
"We'll show you third string!" Leon snarled, throwing a punch.
Sheldon yelped in pain but held his own. "You show me third string every time you play!"
Dena smiled to herse
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Climbers Part 2: If You're Human
"On belay?"
"Belay on."
"Climbing!"
"Climb on."
Dena launched herself up the climbing wall with a confidence and animal grace that was at once beautiful and terrifyingly competent. Her long limbs easily crossed gaps that challenged shorter climbers. She hurtled up to the first outcropping. Without slowing down she grabbed a tiny hold on the underside, swung into the air held up only by her fingertips, her huge bicep bulging and rock hard as she held herself suspended with one flexed arm. She did a quick one-armed pull-up with her fingertips and reached her other impossibly long arm over the lip. She blindly grabbed a hold and used her swinging momentum to hurl herself over the lip and into a crouch on the steep top-side. Without hesitation she continued straight up the most challenging ascent on the wall. She was going so fast her climbing partner was having trouble taking in the rope's slack fast enough to keep up.
She repeated her breath-taking performance on the next overhang and ag
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Climbers Part 1: A Real Amazon
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This is an experimental story written almost entirely on my phone. Feedback welcome!
Climbers Part 1: A Real Amazon
Sheldon hit the ground hard, painfully jolting his forearm. He blinked up at his attacker, trying to focus while reaching for his glasses.
"Looking for these, fatty four eyes?" Leon taunted, holding up the glasses. He was no slim figure himself, but he topped Sheldon's stout 5'6" by a solid 6". He tossed the expensive glasses on the ground and stomped on them. "Oops," he said with a sneer. Greg, his companion in bullying, roared with laughter. Greg was shorter and slimmer than Leon, the beta of their bullying pack.
"Please leave me alone," Sheldon implored. His instincts were all wrong for this situation; he didn't realize his pleading fed their sadistic pleasure and over-inf
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Dena stared unhappily at her reflection in the vanity mirror. She knew she was not pretty, but tonight was the Homecoming dance and she felt particularly ugly. She was supposed to go to Bobbi Jo's house to prepare with some other girls from the basketball team, but she felt shy and terrified. They were all so pretty, especially Bobbi Jo, who was radiantly beautiful.

When Sheldon had asked her to the dance, she froze, taken completely by surprise. Dena watched his face fall in crushing disappointment when he misinterpreted her silence as rejection. He started to backpedal and stammer out an apology, but Dena recovered from her shock and saved him from embarrassing himself too badly. She'd said yes on impulse, partly because she didn't enjoy watching his disappointment and embarrassment, and partly because she wanted to. If she was being brutally honest with herself (which she usually was), she'd also said yes because she was flattered both by his proposition and by his disappointed reaction when he thought she was saying no. She was curious, and nobody had ever asked her on a date before. Besides, she thought there was something charming and even cute about Sheldon. She liked how he'd stood up to his bullies even when he had no chance, and she'd had a lot of fun teaching him how to climb.

Yesterday he had come up to her after school before the homecoming game. "You sadist," he'd said with a groan. "You didn't tell me day 3 was even worse than day 2." He was still recovering from their climbing session.

"I guess you're really out of shape," Dena said, then immediately regretted it. But Sheldon didn't seem to take offense. He smiled and shrugged.

"Guess so," he'd said lightly. "But you'll fix that, right?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Dena tried to explain.

Sheldon laughed. "No, you're right, I am out of shape! Too much gaming and snacks, not enough exercise!"

Dena smiled shyly. "Do you want to try climbing again?"

"Heck yeah!" he said enthusiastically.

Then he came to her Homecoming game and cheered her on. She'd felt unstoppable after their win, Sheldon's cheering, and Cheryl's surprising (though not entirely unwelcome) proposition.

Now in her room she was filled with insecurity and doubt. There was a knock on her door. "Can I come in?" her father asked.

Mr. Shepherd was a big man at six feet six inches. But even he felt small next to his giant amazon daughter. Dena was a mutant, not in the X-Men sense (though her size and strength bordered on superhuman), but she was unusual in being taller than either of her parents, and she was genetically pre-disposed to extreme muscularity. Her father looked at Dena sitting in front of the mirror and at the expensive black dress lying on the bed. It had to be custom tailored for her unique size and slim yet muscular, broad-shouldered, V-tapered physique.

"What's wrong, baby girl?" he asked gently.

Dena shrugged. "I don't know," she lied.

"Are you homesick? I'm sorry we had to move here and uproot you for your senior year."

"I'm not," Dena said fiercely, surprising her father. "I like it here. Everything about Pittsburgh just reminded me of Mom." Her eyes glistened and her voice caught in a choke. "It's just... Jefferson High was all I knew. This new school is... confusing."

"How do you mean?"

Dena wiped her eyes and managed a smile for her dad. "Jefferson was like a cliche. Jocks and nerds and stoners didn't talk to each other. Here, I don't know, it's just like everyone is more of a real person. There are bullies too, but also nerds can be popular. Jocks can be smart."

"You're smart," her father said proudly. He had dropped out of high school to help earn money for his family, and he dreamed of more for his daughters. Dena worked hard at school and got straight A's in advanced placement classes.

Dena smiled. "I think I can fit in here. Even the other girls on the varsity teams seem to like me. And I... I miss Mom less, somehow. Is that bad?"

"No, it's not bad," her father whispered.

"Besides," Dena continued, "nobody ever asked me out before. Somebody told me once all the boys thought I was a lesbian, but I don't know if that's it. I think I'm just not pretty. No guy wants to date a freak." She said this flatly, as if it were self-evidently true.

Her father was secretly relieved when Dena told him about Sheldon asking her to the dance. He had wondered if she was a lesbian, too. "Oh, baby girl," he said fondly. He brushed her coal-black hair affectionately. "You're beautiful, just like your mother."

Dena looked skeptical. "Gina's the pretty one, Dad, I know that," referring to her younger sister Regina, already an athletic six feet tall and blossoming into a stunningly beautiful, willowy young woman. "Everyone says so. It's not fair, she's only 13 and already has boobs. I wish I had boobs." She stared critically at her muscular chest.

"If you had big boobs you couldn't wear this beautiful strapless dress," her father pointed out. "Besides, you have some cleavage," he said, nodding at the line between her full hard pectorals reflected in the vanity mirror.

Dena snorted. "That's just muscle, Daddy. Don't be silly. Boobs are supposed to be soft." She punched herself in the chest, hard, making a loud crack with her huge steely fist and dense heavy pectoral muscle. "I'm not soft."

"You'll always be my smart, strong, beautiful baby girl," her father said. "I bet this Sheldon guy thinks you're pretty. Sounds like he has good taste. Maybe you'll bring him by some time, if you want."

Dena looked insecure and uncertain, and his heart broke for his daughter. "I don't know," she said. "I've been wondering... I just think maybe he's grateful."

"Grateful?"

"Yeah... I saved him from some bullies and then gave him a climbing lesson. Maybe he just wanted to thank me."

"That's not how boys work, dummy!" Gina piped up from the doorway. She jumped onto Dena's bed and bounced on her back, kicking her long coltish legs up in the air and giggling, delighted to know more about something than her older sister.

"Ok, know-it-all, how do boys work?"

"He wasn't grateful. He's totally into you! He was terrified you'd say no!"

Dena looked over her shoulder and glared at her sister. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "How do you know?" she finally asked.

"Luanne told me!" Luanne was Bobbi Jo's younger sister, in the same grade but almost a year older.

Dena got up and gathered up her dress. "Time for me to go," she told her father and sister.

"Have fun!" Gina said, giggling.

"But not too much fun," her father added.
Climbers Part 6: Hot Girls Running Around in Short Shorts

It was the night before the Homecoming dance. Sheldon pushed his chair back from the role-playing game with a yawn. "Sorry to cut and run, gentlemen," he said. "I want to get some sleep tonight." The clock showed midnight but the Friday night gaming sessions often ran until dawn.

"We already started late because you wanted to go to the stupid Homecoming basketball game," Pete complained. He was a small, slim nerd with an encyclopedic knowledge of fantasy and gaming lore. "Since when do we go to sports games, anyway?"

"Since Sheldon got a date with his amazon crush," DeShawn teased. He was big and jolly, the alpha nerd of their small group. It was his house they played at. "Besides, tell me you didn't like watching a bunch of hot girls running around in short shorts! Especially Bobbi Jo, I could watch her all night!"

"I like Tanya, she's so beautiful," Ning said quietly. He was the fourth member of their gaming group, small and shy.

"Oh ho someone's got jungle fever!" DeShawn teased.

"That's racist," Sheldon said with a laugh. "You're a racist!"

"Shaddup cracker, everyone knows negroes can't be racist!"

"I don't like a girl who can beat me up," Pete complained.

"That's every girl, dweebazoid!"

"Shut up! Why do you like her? Dena looks like a man!"

The group instantly got quiet, their boisterous banter snuffed. "Not cool, dude," DeShawn said.

Pete reddened. "I'm sorry Sheldon. I didn't mean that," he said.

Sheldon shrugged. "DeShawn is right, she's an amazon. I don't care what you think, I think she's beautiful. I don't know why she said yes to a weak little chubby nerd like me, but I'm gonna take her to the dance and no matter how it turns out, I'll always have that!"

The nerd gathering broke up shortly after that. As they were leaving, Ning tapped Sheldon on the shoulder. He was even shorter than Sheldon, five feet one inch with a scrawny build and huge thick glasses. "I'd like to go too," Ning said.

"Sure. The more the merrier. You want to come with Dena and me?" Sheldon asked.

Ning shook his head. His parents were very strict. "I can't go before. But I can meet you there." He hesitated. Sheldon's success had given him hope. "Do you think I can ask Tanya to dance?"

Sheldon smiled. "I don't see why not. I don't think she has a boyfriend. Do you want me to see what I can find out from Dena?"

Ning nodded quickly. "I'd like that a lot. Thanks Sheldon," he blurted, then bolted inside to sleepover at DeShawn's.

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A few hours earlier Dena chugged a bottle of water. She was breathing hard and pouring sweat, her pale skin red and blotchy. To Sheldon she looked amazing, like a Greek sporting goddess. It was the Homecoming game and they were up 64-40 in the third quarter against one of the top high schools in the state. She glanced up at her biggest fan where he sat with his quartet of nerds. She smiled and waved, then jogged back onto the court.

Bobbi Jo was a technically skilled player and took her job as team captain very seriously. The girls all trained hard and were highly skilled, as were their opponents, and the court was filled with tall muscular girls ranging from five feet eight inches to the foot taller Dena at a towering six feet eight inches. Without Dena the opposing teams would have been evenly matched and made a close game, but Dena was a force of nature that made the home team unbeatable. With her height and elongated reach she was a natural center, displacing Tanya, who was now the power forward. Tanya was also a superb athlete and impossibly beautiful, a buxom ebony-skinned amazon, six feet three inches tall with long slender limbs that were deceptively powerful.

The opposing center was Cheryl, a burly six foot four inch bruiser of a woman, puffing hard as she faced the unstoppable Dena. Cheryl had never encountered a woman taller and more muscular than herself on the court before.

Pete was bored, but DeShawn, Ning, and Sheldon's eyes were riveted on the spectacle, not caring so much about the mechanics of the sport (though they did take an academic interest in that), but more in the way of teenage boys flush with raging hormones staring at ten amazons running, jumping, bouncing, and sweating. DeShawn was glued to Bobbi Jo's massive bouncing globes, though he took time to appreciate Cheryl's substantial curves as well. Even the roomy athletic tank top uniforms couldn't diminish Bobbi Jo's enormous chest. Ning admired Tanya's tall athletic grace while occasionally doing research into the sport on his phone in order to keep up with the strategies and action. (Later in life Ning would make a killing at fantasy sports.) Sheldon admired all the women but he was especially awestruck by Dena, and he flushed with pleasure and a surge of hormones whenever she looked up or waved at him. The tank top worked in her favor, showing off her broad muscular shoulders and the long ropy muscles of her steel-hard climber arms.

Dena reached her incredibly long arms to block a shot from the other team's shooting guard. Tanya caught the ball and shot it down the court to Bobbi Jo, who took a shot but tipped off the point guard's reaching fingers as the smaller girl leapt surprisingly high. Cheryl caught the rebound and saw her chance, twisting around Tanya, who had taken temporary guard. Cheryl took off down the court in a burst of raw speed and power.

Cheryl didn't whip her head around fast enough to get a complete awareness of the court, so she missed Dena closing in on her blind side. She crashed full speed into the huge amazon. It felt like ramming into a brick wall as their bodies collided with a thunderclap of hard muscular flesh. Cheryl bounced off Dena and sprawled to the floor as the ref's whistle blew.

Cheryl shook her head in a daze. She'd never felt anything like that. She was built like a Mack truck, but Dena was an Abrams tank! Now Cheryl knew what other girls felt when they bounced off her. She blinked and looked up to find Dena's big hand reaching down to her. She clasped Dena's muscular forearm, feeling the corded muscles like steel cables under veiny pale skin. Dena hauled the two hundred twenty pound muscular athlete to her feet without visible effort.

"Holy shit, girl, you came out of nowhere!" Cheryl exclaimed.

"I'm sorry," Dena said softly.

Cheryl shook her head and grinned. "Don't be. My foul shot now!" She took off to take her free throw.

The final score was 84-70. The visitors mounted a valiant fourth quarter comeback on Cheryl's tireless efforts, her big muscular body pumping down the court like a machine, but Dena's long legs and arms seemed to be everywhere. "Good game," Cheryl said when she shook Dena's hand at the end of the game, and meant it. She'd never had so much fun losing before.

After the game she hunted down the gigantic amazon before she headed to the locker room. "Hey," she called to Dena. Dena turned around and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Damn this girl was gorgeous, Cheryl thought, feeling a bit short and squat next to her towering, tautly muscular frame. "I'm Cheryl," she said, holding out her hand.

Dena shook it again. "Dena," she said. "You're really good."

Cheryl laughed. "I know! If it wasn't for you we would have won!"

Dena shrugged and suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Maybe," she said.

"Definitely. You're unbelievable! Hey, so I'm just gonna ask, you want to hang out, go grab a coffee or something?"

Dena's eyes widened. "Oh," she said. "Um, I'm sorry, I'm not gay."

Cheryl laughed. "That's ok. Nobody's perfect," she said with a good-natured grin. She shook her head sadly. "Besides, the good ones never are."

I've gone from never being asked out before to twice in one week, Dena thought in wonder. What was going on? The truth was she didn't know if she was gay, or straight, or what she was really. "Hey wait," she called out. Cheryl turned back in surprise. "Um, I've got something, like a date, I don't know if it's anything," Dena said. "But maybe, if that doesn't work out?"

Cheryl grinned and winked. "You got it, babe," she said. "Give me a call!"

"I don't have your number."

Cheryl's grin turned impish. "Tanya does," she said with a laugh, and disappeared.
"This is going to hurt," Dena warned.

Sheldon looked apprehensive. "Ok," he said.

Dena had taken Sheldon on his first climb on the climbing wall. He was very chubby, looking short and chunky in the harness, but he was determined. He made it half way up the beginner ascent before his muscles gave out. He'd tried three times, and now he stood on trembling legs, sucking down water and shaking his knotted muscles.

"You used muscles you never thought of. Tomorrow you'll feel a little sore. On Thursday your body will feel like it's on fire."

"Gee, thanks."

Dena grinned. "It'll get better though. You'll see. It's a good pain."

Sheldon made a face. "'Good pain,'" he repeated, curling his fingers into air quotes. "You jocks are all the same. I changed my mind, you really are a bully!"

"Jerk!" Dena said, playfully punching Sheldon on the shoulder. He winced. With her huge muscles and big steely fist even a gentle tap was enough to numb his sore arm. "Think you're up for anchoring me?"

Sheldon looked doubtful. "I don't know. I don't want to drop you. No offense, but you're a lot heavier than me."

Dena giggled and smiled down at the little nerd. Her smile was warm and earnest and lit up her otherwise plain long face. "None taken. Don't worry, we'll anchor you here. Besides, I won't fall," she said it as a statement of fact, not sounding proud or cocky.

Once Sheldon was anchored to the floor with a strong thick strap, Dena showed him how to tighten and slacken the line. "The equipment does all the work," she assured him. "It takes skill, not strength. If you're using too much muscle you're doing it wrong. If I fall the rope will tighten with a jerk, and you'll get a sharp tug on you and your anchor point, but we'll both be fine."

"Ok, I think I'm ready," Sheldon said.

Dena smiled down at her little admirer. She was normally modest by nature, not given to intentionally showing off, though with her enormous strength and exceptional physical skills she was sometimes accused of doing so. However, something about Sheldon's frank admiration made her want to give him a little show. "Want to see something a little harder?"

"Yeah!" Sheldon enthused. He had no idea what she meant but he was up for seeing whatever incredible feats she could perform.

Dena grinned and sauntered over to the climbing wall, feeling a little cocky. Sheldon admired her long athletic frame. Muscles popped out of her thin skin even when she was relaxed. Thick ribbed obliques swept wide ridges around her sides. Her butt was carved from granite, two hard boulders that looked like a normal girl's butt had the fat sucked out and replaced with muscle. Thick marble-cut hamstrings and diamond-hard striated calves powered her toward the expert section of the wall.

"On belay?" she called as she walked.

Sheldon double-checked his grip and stance just as she'd taught him. His heart pounded in excitement and trepidation. "Belay on."

"Climbing!"

"Climb on!"

Without breaking stride she leaped up the wall and reached her incredibly long left arm up to grab a handhold ten feet off the ground. She did a one-armed pull-up and suspended herself while she crossed her ankles. She reached up her right arm and began to ascend using only her arms. Her huge biceps and deltoids almost popped out of her thin pale skin. Her reach was so long she easily crossed stretches that a normal climber would have needed toe-holds for. She came to the first overhang and monkeyed over it while still keeping her ankles crossed.

Eventually she came to a gap longer than even her reach. Without slowing down she launched herself straight up the wall in a burst of pull-up power and easily grabbed the next hold. Over the second overhang, higher and higher, smooth and strong and steady, her body a finely tuned and immensely powerful machine hurling her two hundred sixty-five pounds of ripped muscle up the wall with arm strength alone.

No normal human could do something like this, but Dena was freakishly strong. Even Sheldon was surprised, but then he thought since Dena can hold a full-sized man in the air with each hand, she can do anything.

Over the third and hardest overhang without slowing down, then Dena tagged the top. She was breathing hard and grinning fiercely with exertion, her huge popping muscles burning with glorious strength as she gripped the top, still with her ankles crossed. Then she dropped her left hand down two feet, planted it against the wall, and slowly extended her arms out. She pointed her toes and held herself straight out, perpendicular to the wall, steel-hard arms trembling with might.

Sheldon stared up in slack-jawed awe. Even he realized he was witnessing an incredible feat. Could she possibly be showing off just for him? he wondered. Could she sense how incredibly sexy he found her and her immense height and her boundless strength and her gorgeous steel-hard amazonian body?

Dena held herself out at the end of her long, trembling arms, her huge hands and long strong fingers crushing the wall as she held her six foot eight, two hundred sixty five pound muscle-bulging body perfectly still in the air.

"On belay?" she called down to the frozen gaping-mouthed Sheldon.

As if in a trance, he tightened the belay line. "Belay on," he called up with a weak trembling voice.

"Rappelling!"

"Rappel on." Almost a whisper.

Dena quickly descended and dropped lightly to the floor on the balls of her big feet. She walked over to Sheldon with almost a cocky strut. Her pale skin was flushed and glowing with a slight sheen of sweat. Sheldon stood face to thick-muscled heaving chest with the giant amazon. He gazed up at her while she looked down at him, panting, lips slightly parted.

Sheldon looked up at Dena's towering frame with equal parts admiration and apprehension. Her short black athletic halter top left little to the imagination, showing her big popping biceps, huge steely flexed traps and deltoids on her broad shoulders, and the top of big bulging pectorals. Big blue veins cut jagged ridges popping out of her pale thin skin. Her pectorals were so big and cut they formed a line of visible cleavage at the top with clearly defined little muscular ridges leading inside. Even her long neck was veiny and muscular. Her bare stomach was cut from marble, pale skin over rock-hard washboard abs, each massive bulging block of her six pack thick and deeply defined like her skin was vacuum-sealed over bricks. Thick veins popped out below her abs. The top of the deeply cut V between her abs and shredded obliques led down to tight hip-hugging form-fitting shorts. Farther down her unbelievably long legs bulged with hyper-defined, dry and shredded vascular muscles. Her quads and adductors looked like they could crush a boulder and her diamond-shaped, diamond-hard calves looked sharp enough to cut glass.

Now or never, Sheldon told himself, heart racing, mouth dry, forcing himself to croak the word, "Dena?"

"Yes?" Her voice low and husky, unconsciously drawing closer to Sheldon's sweet shy terrified expression.

"Dena--"

"Hey y'all!" Bobbi Jo sauntered over to the pair. She clapped. "I thought you were impressive before, but girl that was something else!" Her enthusiasm and admiration were warm and genuine. "You're like some sort of supergirl, for real!"

Dena blushed and drew back from Sheldon. "You saw that?" she asked, embarrassed.

"You bet I did!" She turned to Sheldon and beamed her killer smile down at him. She topped him by eight inches so he barely came up to her long elegant neck, eye-level to her broad muscular shoulders. He gallantly kept eye contact with the voluptuous blonde amazon and avoided ogling the vast inviting cleavage popping out of her sports halter top. "Hi Sheldon!"

"Hey Bobbi Jo," he said with a happy grin.

"You know each other?" Dena asked, startled.

"Everybody knows Sheldon!" Bobbi Jo exclaimed. "He won the state math Olympiad last year!"

Dena looked at Sheldon with respect. He looked pleased and flustered. "Really?"

"Yeah! He's like a super genius!" Bobbi Jo exclaimed. "Hey, y'all mind if I take a turn?"

"Sure," Dena said, handing her the belay line. "Think you can anchor again, Sheldon?"

He nodded. "I think so. I could use the practice. If you don't mind, Bobbi Jo."

Dena and Sheldon watched Bobbi Jo's athletic, curvaceous figure power-climb the expert wall. She tagged the top and rappelled down, rejoining the two. Her stupendous chest was heaving with the exertion and excitement of the climb. Her cobblestone six-pack abs, while not as deeply cut as Dena's, were defined and hard, rippling as she breathed. "Thanks, Sheldon!" she said.

The small nerd smiled and nodded. "Sure, Bobbi Jo. This is fun! No wonder you love it."

Dena gathered up her and Sheldon's harnesses while Bobbi Jo clambered her long muscular frame out of hers. Dena went to pack their equipment away and sign out.

Bobbi Jo tossed her long flowing blonde hair as she leaned in conspiratorially to Sheldon. "I'm sorry I interrupted, I didn't realize until too late," Bobbi Jo whispered.

"That's ok," Sheldon whispered back. "Was I that obvious?"

Bobbi Jo laughed. "Yes, Sheldon! Men always are." Dena started to head over, looking suspiciously at the whispering pair. "Ask her. Don't chicken out!" Bobbi Jo looked up at the towering amazon as Dena approached. "Later, y'all!" she said brightly, shouldering her harness and sauntering away.

"What was that all about?" Dena asked.

Sheldon looked uneasy and embarrassed. "Um, Dena? You know the Homecoming Dance coming up on Saturday?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Uh, I mean, I was wondering, are you going?"

Dena shrugged. "Probably. It's a big team thing. Why?"

"Um, would you want to, I dunno, maybe go with me?"
"Hey, Dena, wait up!"

Dena slowed her long-legged walk and let Sheldon catch up. She was silent as he walked beside her.

Sheldon swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He was intensely aware of her proximity. It was exciting and intimidating and a little terrifying for him.

"The other day, that came out wrong. Thank you, really, for helping me. I just meant that I'm short and fat and nerdy, and insecure dickheads like Leon and Greg have bullied me all my life. I didn't mean you're a bully, you're not!"

"I know that, Sheldon," Dena said quietly.

"You do?" Sheldon asked, startled.

"Sure. I realized later. Of course you didn't mean to call me a bully. That wouldn't make sense." Dena looked away, embarrassed. "I'm sorry I over-reacted."

"Wow, um, yeah, ok. So you're not mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you."

They walked together in silence for a while. After a few minutes, Sheldon said enthusiastically, "That was unbelievable! You fought two big dudes with weapons, didn't get hit once, and won without even throwing a punch!"

"I was there."

"Haha, yeah. You learned how to fight like that in karate?"

"Karate taught me how not to fight."

"Just like Karate Kid!"

Dena stifled a laugh. "Karate is about discipline and self-control. What I did the first time, I was surprised, that was me losing control of the situation. And it wasn't effective. I didn't stop Leon and Greg, I just aggravated them into escalating the problem. I failed."

"What about last time?"

"That was karate."

"Throwing people is karate?"

Dena couldn't contain her laugh this time. Her laugh was deep, throaty, and thrilling. "Well, maybe a little. Controlling the situation is karate. If I beat them up again, they would have needed revenge. It's an escalating cycle of violence. Instead I let them imagine what I COULD do to them. Their own imaginations work against them now."

"Wow," Sheldon said quietly, thinking. "That's some next-level mind-games right there."

"Thank you," Dena said with a giggle. They walked in silence a while. Sheldon didn't seem to have a destination. Dena wondered what more he wanted to talk about.

"Congratulations on the varsity tryouts, by the way. I heard all the team captains are fighting over you, and the coaches are trying to reorganize practice schedules to fit you on all the teams."

"How'd you hear that?" Dena asked curiously.

Sheldon winked up at her. "I know EVERYTHING," he whispered dramatically.

Dena laughed again. "You're funny, Sheldon," she said.

"Just one of the many services I offer," he said with a bow.

After a few more minutes of walking, Sheldon said hesitantly, "I know you're going to be really busy and all, but I was wondering, if when you have some time, would you mind showing me how to climb? I mean I climbed trees and stuff growing up, but I mean really climb, like you. I wouldn't mind getting in better shape and it looks like fun."

"You were watching me?" Dena asked, surprised.

"Yeah, a little," Sheldon said shyly. "I watched your tryouts too. You're amazing!"

Dena didn't know what to think about this. She'd never had an admirer before. People respected her size and strength, or were challenged by it, but nobody would want to be a freak like her, she thought. "Thank you," she finally said. "I can teach you."
"Not so tough now that you don't have your ugly-ass freak-show girlfriend to protect you!"

Dena overheard a familiar voice. It was Leon, the bully she'd defeated a few days ago. She stopped and cocked her head to listen, curious.

"You guys are jerks and losers! AAAGH! Oww!"

That voice definitely belonged to Sheldon, the little nerd they had been bullying.

"Did you hear that, Greg? Jerks AND losers! Then how come we're on the football team, and you're just a weak pathetic fat loser can't get a date, huh?"

"You're third string! Connor would never let you losers bring down the team!"

Connor was the captain of the football team, and unlike Leon and Greg, he was a straight A student and a genuinely nice guy who would never tolerate bullying if he knew about it. He was also supermodel supergirl Bobbi Jo's lucky boyfriend.

"We'll show you third string!" Leon snarled, throwing a punch.

Sheldon yelped in pain but held his own. "You show me third string every time you play!"

Dena smiled to herself at Sheldon's wise-ass response. He was going to get his ass stomped, but the little nerd had spirit.

Dena felt conflicted about her last encounter with the pair of bullies. She didn't like committing violence. It was the last resort of the stupid and incompetent. Also, quickly beating them up obviously hadn't worked. She'd spent a lot of time on regretful what-ifs thinking about what she should have done instead. She followed the voices, then stepped around a corner and in sight of the two bullies.

"Hey, here comes your freaky-ass 'boyfriend' now! Get lost you ugly tranny bitch or we're gonna fuck you up!" Greg covered his obvious fear with a mind-numbingly stupid bluff. He held up a weapon, a field hockey stick. Leon had a baseball bat he was slapping into his left palm.

Dena focused on the weapons as the immediate threat and ignored the insults. As a large, freakishly strong, horse-faced woman she'd heard much worse, and much more creative, invectives. The insults still hurt; Dena was a teenager and didn't yet have the mental armor of a fully mature adult. But she was used to insults; plenty of male egos were bruised when they realized they could never be half as strong as Dena, and they lashed out.

"You ok, Sheldon?" she asked without taking her eyes off the bullies. She was stalling for time while she calculated the safest way to disarm them.

"I'll live," Sheldon said, putting a brave face on despite the pain in his ribs from Leon's punch. "Dena, they've got weapons," he whispered.

"I see that," she said grimly.

"I wish you hadn't come. They just would'a roughed me up a little, now I don't know what they're gonna do."

"It'll be ok."

"It ain't gonna be ok, dyke bitch!" Leon growled menacingly.

"Tranny or dyke, make up your mind, which is it?" Dena asked casually, relaxing her body as she focused.

Greg covered his fear with aggression and stepped forward, raising the hockey stick threateningly. "You sucker-punched us last time, bitch, but it ain't gonna happen--ack!"

Because of her size and strength, people always underestimated how unbelievably FAST Dena also was. Most people don't expect an attack mid-sentence, so as quick as a lightning bolt she'd thrown herself forward into Greg's threatening stance. She yanked the hockey stick out of his grip before he could react. Then she shattered the fiberglass stick over her granite-hard quads, doubled up the broken halves, and shattered it again. She tossed aside the pieces and turned to face Leon, who had time to back up and raise the bat.

This was the most dangerous moment of the fight. Instinctively calculating the angles, Dena knew she was going to get hit. She thought quickly about the most effective way to turn that to her advantage. "One shot," she growled as Leon was about to swing.

"What?" He hesitated, surprised and wary. He was careful to stay out of Dena's considerable striking distance.

Dena stood up to her full six feet eight inch height. She put her big hands on her narrow hips and flexed her broad shoulders. Big steely shoulder and arm muscles flexed and rippled under her pale thin skin. Her deep six-pack abs were clearly defined under her tight-fitting tank top. "You get one shot at me with that bat." Dena managed to sound a lot more confident than she felt.

Leon grunted and shifted the bat, considering Dena's offer. Could she really be giving him a free shot? Could she be that stupid? The big ugly bitch was strong, sure, but even she couldn't take a hit from the bat... could she?

Leon was surprisingly quick for his size, but compared to Dena he may as well have moved in slow motion. He telegraphed his strike even as he lunged forward, confident that his powerful swing of the bat would catch the bitch's arm or rib and shatter a bone or two. He had made a grave miscalculation.

Dena stepped into and under his swing. Leon had instinctively swung too high because of Dena's towering height, which she had counted on. She dropped into a crouch, as quick as a snake. Still, it was a close miss; wind from the bat ruffled her hair as it whiffed overhead. Dena knew she had to act now because Leon would not make the same mistake again. She reached up her big right hand and grabbed the bat near the base where Leon gripped it, at the slowest point with the least leverage. She carefully caught the bat and decelerated it. If she had just let the bat smack into her hand it would have shattered her fingers, so she let her grip give slightly to bring the bat to a stop.

The sudden deceleration jerked the bat in Leon's grip. He was caught off-balance from his aborted lunge. "What the fuck?" he growled, scared now. He tugged on the bat, but now it was brawn against brawn, and in a contest of strength he was completely outmatched. Dena yanked the bat from Leon's grip with no more difficulty than if he were a child.

Dena held the bat horizontally in front of her heaving chest, big thick pectoral muscles rippling as she flexed. Her long, ropy, rock-hard deltoids and biceps bulged with power. The bat bowed and creaked. All three boys were rooted to their spots, transfixed by the unimaginable strength they were witnessing. With an angry grunt of exertion Dena snapped the wooden bat in half. She tossed the sticks aside and turned to the two terrified bullies.

"What do you weigh?" She demanded of Greg.

"Um, about one sixty," he said in an uncertain voice.

"And you?" She snarled at Leon.

"Two hundred. Why?" He asked aggressively.

"I'm six feet eight inches tall and weigh two hundred sixty-five pounds of pure muscle. I can do a hundred pull-ups and hang off the edge of a cliff for half an hour." She glowered at the bully boys, her cold-eyed expression grim and terrible and terrifying. "And you two have PISSED. ME. OFF." Quick as a flash her huge hand whipped out and grabbed Greg by the belt.

"Hey!" He squawked.

Dena ignored his protest. With her legs spread in a power stance she focused all her strength on her left arm. Slowly she curled her hand up. She lifted Greg to his tip toes and kept lifting. Greg looked down in terror, his face white as a sheet.

"No way," Sheldon breathed in admiration.

"No way!" Leon gasped in shock.

Slowly and inexorably Greg's feet left the ground, and continued to go up, and up, and up. Dena dangled him by his belt at her chest level for a moment, then lifted higher so she could look up at him. "Way," she said with a proud, evil grin.

She turned to Leon. "Oh fuck no," he said, turning to run. He made it about two inches before Dena snatched him by the belt.

With a look of intense concentration, Dena willed her huge powerful muscles to rise to her demands. She curled Leon's bulk until he was raised to his tip toes. Slowly and carefully Dena lifted him off the ground, one inch, two inches, her big long arms trembling, her huge rock-hard biceps expanding and hardening with pure power, rivers of blue veins pumping angry blood under thin pale skin.

Six inches Leon rose, a foot, easier now as Dena had better leverage to lift him. He passed her thick chest, which was rippling with angry veins and deep hard pectoral cleavage, and rose up above her broad powerful bulging deltoids.

Dena stood like a towering supergirl, her long lean body taut with straining muscles as she held two men more than six feet off the ground. She grunted through her clenched jaw, her long limbs quivering with effort, but she held the pose for ten long silent seconds. Finally she hissed, "If you bully anyone ever again I will find out and I will make you very, very sorry. You do not want to find out what I am capable of doing to you. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" squeaked Greg.

Dena's biceps surged with even more power as she shook Leon like a kitten, as if his two hundred pound bulk was inconsequential. Her strength had never failed her before, and her muscles once again fulfilled the commands of her iron will. "Do you believe me?" she demanded.

"Y-yes!" Leon sounded genuinely frightened.

"I don't believe you," Dena growled. "You'll go right back to your bullying ways. I think you need a demonstration."

"Oh god please no," Greg pleaded, but Dena was already lifting him higher. She carefully aimed and hurled him with one arm. He sailed through the air and hit the wall with a bone-jarring whomp, then fell onto a stack of gym mats.

Leon was significantly heavier than his sycophant, so Dena grabbed his shirt and heaved him overhead with both arms. He squealed and cried out in terror at the ground more than eight feet below him. He couldn't believe the power of this amazon! Her rage was directed at him and he felt true fear.

Dena hurled the bully at the wall, where, with the added momentum of his heavier weight, he smashed even harder than Greg. Leon crashed to the mat on top of the smaller bully.

"Ouch! Um, Leon? I think you wet your pants, dude," Greg squeaked.

A clearly visible wet stain ran down Leon's jeans as he stood on shaky legs.

"Not a word," Dena commanded with an icy glare. "Now, run!" The two bullies took off like they'd been shot out of a cannon.

Dena turned back to Sheldon, who looked up at her towering muscle-bulging figure in equal parts awe and fear. She cocked a smile at him. "It's not smart to taunt bullies who are bigger than you," she said.

Sheldon found his voice. "Probably not. But there's always a bigger bully!"

Dena's face fell. Sheldon looked horrified as he realized what he'd said. "No, I didn't mean, um I mean thank you so much, again!"

"Try not to get in trouble again. I can't be everywhere. Sometimes I have to 'bully' other people." She shot Sheldon a withering, angry glare. Before he could find his words and explain she left with an angry prowling lope of her impossibly long legs.

Sheldon watched her tall muscular figure disappear, helpless again. He couldn't seem to say anything right.

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A little teaser for a story I'm working on based on the character Kira by ayanamifan:
   

There, in the cabin, prey. Kira padded silently to the door and opened it slowly, carefully. The man stood at a kitchen counter, short and thin, puny, weak, helpless, unaware of her powerful, dangerous, predatory presence behind him. She crept forward, slowly, slowly, a little farther...

A board creaked under Kira's weight and Tim caught her reflection in the glass pane. "No!" Tim shouted, scooping up a spatula and racing towards Kira. "No! No! No!" He beat her about the shoulders with the spatula. Kira squealed and fled towards the bathroom as Tim gave chase, the hunter now the hunted. Tim glared at Kira's mud-streaked, leaf-covered, sweaty, naked form and pointed sternly at the bath. "You are NOT coming to dinner naked and dirty!" he growled.

Kira pouted and climbed in the tub. Tim turned on the hot water tap. The scalding heat was a warm caress on Kira's indestructible skin. "How about just naked?" she asked suggestively.

"No!" Tim said again. "You will put on pants!"

"Yes, sir!" Kira sniggered. "So formal! Can I at least wear shorts?"

Tim relented. "Okay, shorts are fine." He turned back to the kitchen but stopped, suspicious. He looked back at Kira's innocent, wide-eyed expression. "And a shirt!" he added. Kira lost her self-control and giggled madly. "Good grief," Tim muttered, heading back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinner.

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