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Humpdays 34 by Soviet-Superwoman Humpdays 34 by Soviet-Superwoman

Artwork by: :iconsean-loco-odonnell:


Story by: :iconandrewr255: :iconsoviet-superwoman:


Written by: :iconsoviet-superwoman:


Prior: Humpdays 33 by Soviet-Superwoman

Continued: Humpdays 35 by Soviet-Superwoman


Book II: Seeing Reds, SSW vs. Walkiria


Maia couldn't remember a time when she saw Olga so happy and alive. She could almost hear her heart beating through her uniform as she showed her wife around the streets of Moscow that evening. It was like getting a guided tour from an enthusiastic child. The Soviet Superwoman, a soldier and product of genetic engineering, decorated war hero and veteran of World War II, was almost skipping hurriedly as she pointed out landmarks and buildings. So much had changed in the sixty or so years she had lost, plus the fact that this Russia was not the one she was originally from, but the raven-haired woman seemed to find her way around just fine. Maia couldn't help but smile. This was good for her, for both of them given the way the rest of their week had been. The air was crisp and cold, the sky was a blanket of stars as she followed Olga through the streets, nodding at plaques and monuments and looking at the various buildings. One thing that impressed Maia was the fact that the Russian people seemed to keep to themselves. Had two costumed heroines walked the streets of Angel Falls at night, there would have been a throng of reporters and fans, not to mention the paparazzi. Here, outside of a few teens stopping for photographs and signing a few autographs it had been relatively quiet. Olga bounced ahead of her and pointed to a street corner.

"Here is where, just after the War on Victory Day, a young soldier grabbed a hold of me and kissed me full on my lips! It was so sudden I had not time to react! He apologized afterwards and all I could do was laugh. Everyone was so very happy! I wish I could remember what he say his name was..."

"Sounds like a brave guy." Maia chuckled.

"He was, like so many other brave men and boys that went out to fight. Soviet troops paraded past Red Square in celebration of their victory over Nazi Germany. As drums rolled, 200 soldiers threw 200 German military banners at the foot of the Lenin Mausoleum, just as they had done with Napoleon years earlier. Would you like to see the Lenin Mausoleum?"

"Sure, why not." Walkiria responded. Whatever her feeling towards Communism and the former Soviet Union, her feelings for her wife were more important now more than ever. There was still a great deal that needed to be aired out between them. It was going to take time, but out here, tonight, it was neither the time or the place. Olga nodded and walked briskly back over to her lover, grasping her hand tightly and almost pulling her down the street.

"I doubt it's going to be open to the public this late Olga."

"Well we can still look at it."

As Olga hurried her down the street the two women almost bowled over an old lady as she made her way out of a supermarket. The lines and wrinkles on her face were deeply etched, having seen at least eighty years of life. Wizened hands clutched at her bag of groceries as she stumbled forward. Olga caught a hold of her elbow and gently steadied the old woman who turned to look at her with a disapproving eye.

"Watch where you are going!" she barked at the two of them. Maia got the gist of it and apologized in English even as Olga began to apologize in her native tongue.

"Very sorry ma'am, we were just..."

"I know who you are. You are that woman who claims to be a Soviet heroine." the old lady mumbled, glaring at her.

"I do not claim it, I am." Olga insisted.

"I don't remember having any super-powered woman helping us during the war. I was here. I would have remembered something like that."

Olga licked her lips and tried her best to explain. "I am not from this dimension, I am from another Russia that is very similar to this one here."

"Then you are not from here and you are not our hero." The old woman said in a vindicated tone of voice. "You live in the United States, I've seen you on the foreign magazines. Probably just an American who thinks it is trendy to use the Soviet union as a motto of some sort."

Olga looked stricken and pulled back from the old woman, standing to her full height. "That is not true! I was a hero to the Soviet Union and to the people! The government acknowledged me today in a press conference after I helped to avert a global crisis and I am showing my wife around."

The old matron muttered something and cast a wicked glance at Maia before continuing. "I know nothing about any crisis or press conference. All I know is that you live in America, fight crime in America and judging by your values, you belong in America. Go back there, go back to America! You sully the names of those who fought and died for the Soviet Union with your lifestyle and your attitude."

And with that the old woman spat on the ground and shuffled off without so much as a backwards glance. Maia couldn't understand what had just transpired, but whatever it was had just sucked all of the happiness and enthusiasm out of Olga, like deflating a birthday balloon. The Soviet heroine watched the old woman make her way down the street, shaking her head from side to side as she made her way across the street. Olga's face bunched up with emotion. Maia put her strong hand on her shoulder.

"What was that all about Olga?"

"She said that I did not belong here. That I am an American pretending to be a Soviet hero...that I shame the memories of those who died here."

"She's just a bitter old woman Olga. She probably has no idea who you are." Maia said gently.

"Perhaps I have no idea who I am anymore." Olga whispered in a low voice. "Perhaps I have been a fool trying to be accepted here all along."

Walkiria opened her mouth to say something, but Olga cut her off.

"I think it is far past time we returned to Angel Falls my Возлюбленный."

"You know we can't just yet. There's one more sad bit of business we have to take care of while we're here Olga. Then I promise you we'll go home. Just remember what I told you once: There will always be people who doubt your story Olga and there will always be people who will never accept you. I believe in you because your actions prove them to me. You aren't a cold-war reject clinging defiantly to the past. You are a true hero, who has the courage to stand up for what she believes in and what she knows to be right in her heart. I couldn't ask for a better friend, better lover and a better partner than that. If Russia won't accept you than you always have Angel Falls, and they are lucky to have you keeping watch over them."

With that Maia leaned over and kissed her wife on the lips, her breath tasting like sweet peppermint. Olga's heart fluttered once again in her breast and she returned the intoxicating kiss, pulling her into a tight embrace as she did so.

"You are right my lovely Maia," Olga responded after their lips finally parted, "and you have always been here for me. I am so sorry for what occurred between us."

"We can discuss it more when we get home." Maia replied, wiping a small tear from the corner of the big Russian's eye. "For now, please keep giving me the tour. I want to fill tonight with happy thoughts and memories. We'll need them to get through tomorrow."

Olga nodded and took hold of her lover's hand as the two heroines continued walking down the wintery streets of Moscow together.

To be continued...


Soviet Superwoman is my creation and property.


 The ravishing Walkiria is the property and creation of :iconteri-minx:


This story takes place in the :iconangel-fallsda: universe.

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hotrod5 Featured By Owner Feb 23, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist

Icon: Posion by hotrod5:iconsaysplz: I wish the old woman spat on you. I know I would have done that. <?xml:namespace prefix = da />WINNER! 


Sorry, the Poison in my came out there, lol. Another great chapter.

Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2014
Hey more Poison is always a good thing. :nod:
JamesE82 Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014

I wonder if the Crimson Conservative will ever realize that being displaced in time is something she and Sovie have in common, and as the eras they both cherished (for very different reasons) are gone forever, they could lean on one another for support… :shrug:

Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014
We definitely need to do more stories together. :nod:
death-tribble Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2014
I'm glad you did it. To have someone in Russia, not in a position of authority, criticise Olga and then not lose the argument and not be swayed. It is a trope that has come up in comics with Superman, Batman and Captain America also being criticised by civilians so good for you for including it. 
Stick-bag Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014
Something tells me she doesn't approve of this "fake" hero having wife, either. As sucky as this moment was, Maia's right. Olga just has to keep reminding herself that she is a hero, she is a patriot, and she does still have the right to think of Russia as a home, even though some people will never accept her. But then again the latter is true even in Angel Falls. A Soviet supersoldier is never going to have a 100% approval rating.

So what's "tomorrow"?
Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014
Care to take a guess?
Stick-bag Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014
Their appearance in the UK?
Soviet-Superwoman Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014
Nope, now you'll have to stay tuned. ;)
Stick-bag Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2014
I was already planning to, you don't need to force me by witholding tantalising story morsels.

BTW, have you seen this before?
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