Chapter 35 - Belle, Elsastigirl and Violet

This contains lesbian erotic content and incest. So if that offends you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind, that this is all fiction and not to be taken seriously.

To move the narrative forward, we must first rewind the clock by a decade. Specifically, we find ourselves in a kingdom far from Agrabah, where a popular king had recently passed away. Shortly after the funeral, the coronation of the woman who would later be known as the Evil Queen took place. This was followed by a grand feast attended by many citizens, not just the nobility. The Evil Queen sat on her throne at the end of the large ballroom, surveying the banquet she had arranged.

Numerous men approached her after the coronation, offering their congratulations or condolences. Toward the end of the evening, a man presented her with a single, vivid red rose. Without changing her cold expression or uttering a word of thanks, the Evil Queen placed the flower beside her.

"Such a tragedy what happened to your husband," the man said, bowing. "And so soon after your wedding. After the former queen's passing in childbirth, he had been declining for years. Many of us believed that he would improve after remarrying. And then to choke on an ordinary apple..." The man shook his head in despair.

"Yes, such a tragedy," the Evil Queen replied monotonously, staring at her nails. She knew full well that the apple the King had choked on was not ordinary; she had poisoned it and made it appear as if he had died of natural causes. "But this is not a time for mourning. This is a time for celebration! A new beginning under new leadership! Go back to the feast and enjoy yourself."

The man bowed once more and retreated to the party. A younger man then stepped forward and bowed.

"Your Majesty," he said humbly. "My name is Lumiere. I've been sent as a representative of Prince Adam."

"Is that so?" the Evil Queen asked, showing no interest whatsoever.

"He wants to let you know that he wishes to ask for the King's-"

"Former King," the Evil Queen corrected sternly.

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty," Lumiere said, flustered. "He wants to ask for the former King's daughter, Snow White's, hand in marriage."

Lumiere glanced over at a beautiful young girl, around 8 or 9 years old, sobbing into the shoulder of a maid. Snow White had been inconsolable since her father's death.

"When she is of age, of course," Lumiere added and turned to the Queen.

The Evil Queen's face remained expressionless, but her fists clenched tightly.

"Thank you for the information," she said coldly. "Now get lost."

Lumiere bowed and retreated. The Evil Queen had had enough of this. She stood up and struck a fork against her wineglass to command everyone's attention. The entire ballroom fell silent.

"I'll fuck anyone in this room tonight," she bellowed, "as long as they agree to be executed in the morning."

The room fell silent for a moment before several drunken men raised their hands and shouted, "I'll do it!"

"You," the Evil Queen pointed at a random volunteer, "come with me."

She dragged him out of the ballroom and led him to her chambers. Half an hour later, the sounds of moaning and creaking bedsprings filled the air as she rode him relentlessly. When he climaxed, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he squealed like a pig.

"Damn, that was incredible," he panted as she dismounted.

She smiled briefly before turning her head to the door and screaming, "Guards!"

Two burly thugs burst into the room and hauled the man out of bed.

"Take him to the dungeons," the Evil Queen ordered as she slipped into a sleek black bathrobe. "He'll be executed in the morning."

As he was dragged out, his face showed a mix of ecstasy and terror.

"A decent fuck though," the Evil Queen muttered to herself as they left.

But her night wasn't over yet. She left her chambers and made her way to a dimly lit room where her massive magic mirror was displayed.

"Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest reaches, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Show me thy face," she commanded, raising her arms.

The wind howled, and flames erupted around the mirror's frame. A lavender and green theatrical mask with hollowed-out eye sockets and a mouth appeared, floating in the middle of the frame surrounded by purple smoke.

"What do you wish to know, my Queen?" it asked calmly.

"If Prince Adam marries Snow White, what will happen then?" she demanded in her chilling voice.

"He will take your place as ruler of the kingdom," the mirror replied.

"No!" the Queen screeched and slammed her fist into the mirror, causing a fragment to fly off and hit the stone floor with a satisfying clink. She took several deep breaths to regain her composure before speaking once more in a more leveled tone. "Show him to me."

The theatrical mask vanished from the mirror, and in its place appeared a petulant boy throwing a temper tantrum as a maid attempted to teach him how to read. The Queen snorted in disgust at the sight. "Look at this brat. I think I'm going to pay him a little visit."

The mask reappeared in the mirror. "What is thy plan?"

The Queen's wicked grin spread wider. "My plan? I'm going to dress as a shabby old beggar woman and offer him a rose in exchange for shelter. And when he turns me away, I'll turn back into my usual gorgeous self and curse him."

"What if he doesn't turn thee away?" The mask's voice exuded doubt.

"He's just a child! If he's been raised properly, he'll turn down a strange old lady. And if he does, I'll transform him into a monstrous beast nobody could ever love. I'll even put a spell on the rose, so it will break the curse if he falls in love within ten years. Like that's gonna happen." She chortled mockingly.

"Then, I will curse his entire kingdom, ensuring he and his servants can never leave and will be forgotten by the outside world. That'll teach him a lesson!"

Rubbing her hands together eagerly, she noticed the mirror fragment on the floor. Her eyes lit up. "And as a finishing touch, I'll give him this magical mirror as a window to a world he can never visit again, just to torment him a bit more."

With her malicious plan solidified, the Queen set out for Prince Adam's castle that very night, determined to change his life forever.

Ten years later, in that very castle, a trembling girl named Belle walked down a long hallway headed for the West Wing. Her heart pounded in her chest like never before, and her steps were uneven and slow. She was only wearing her underwear, knowing that any other clothing would soon be stripped away anyway. She approached a large door. The sounds of loud thumps and the cries of the maid Plumette, whom Belle had just had sex with twenty-five minutes prior, echoed from behind it.

Suddenly, the door swung open and shut swiftly, and a bruised and naked Plumette emerged. She hobbled towards Belle, her gait reminiscent of a child who had just wet themselves. She didn't say a word, but gave Belle a toothless and forceful grin before limping away. Belle couldn't help but glance over her shoulder and see that Plumette's ass was fiery red and bleeding. Belle swallowed hard. Just before she was about to turn the handle of the big scary door to the West Wing, she heard voices inside and pulled her hand away.

"Master, have you considered that perhaps this girl could break the spell?" a voice spoke cautiously.

"Of course I have, Lumiere. I'm not an idiot," another voice growled in response. Belle recognized the voice as the Beast's.

"Good," Lumiere said. "Because the rose has already begun to wilt."

"It's no use," the Beast snapped. "She's so beautiful, and I'm so...well, look at me! If she were to fall in love with her captor, that wouldn't seem entirely healthy, would it? I should just appreciate the fact that I now have someone new to fuck and let that be that."

"But Master-"

"No!" the Beast roared, causing the door that Belle was pressing her ear against to rattle. "I'm not gonna act like some fucking gentleman towards her, there's no point! I just need a new fucktoy, and if that means I remain a beast forever, then so be it!"

Belle heard Lumiere sigh deeply. "As you wish, Master."

Belle jumped back in surprise as the door opened, and a man, whom she assumed to be Lumiere, walked out.

"Oh," he said, also surprised. "You can go in now, Miss, and... well, good luck."

He walked past her and down the corridor from which Belle had come. She took a deep breath and stepped inside. To her surprise, the first thing she noticed was a single red rose, encased in a glass cover, sitting on a table in the corner of the room beside a large glassless window. Next to it lay what appeared to be a small, sparkling mirror.

Belle's eyes widened as she beheld the imposing figure of the Beast. His size and stature were overwhelming, and her gaze fixated on the impressive length and girth of his erect penis. She tried to remember Plumette's advice, but fear gripped her tightly. Swallowing her apprehension, she approached him and stood close enough to lightly run her hand over his chest hair. It felt like petting a large dog.

"Yees," the Beast groaned, clearly enjoying her touch. Belle was relieved to be in control, hoping she could prolong this encounter and perhaps spare herself some pain.

But her moment of power was short-lived. The Beast quickly grew bored and grabbed Belle's head, turning her around to face away from him. "Bend over," he demanded gruffly.

Belle felt a wave of fear wash over her as she obeyed, bending herself over an old, torn reading chair. She could feel the air thick with anticipation as the Beast prepared to strike. Her panties were ripped off by his claws, leaving her completely exposed. She looked over her shoulder and saw that he had retrieved a large wooden cricket bat.

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she held them back. The thought of the force the Beast could apply to her delicate rear filled her with terror. She closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to commence. But just as the Beast was about to strike, a sudden interruption interrupted their proceedings.

"Hey! This seems to be pretty important with it floating in a glass montre and all."

A girl with long, dark auburn hair stood at the window, her foot resting on the sill. She held the wilting rose delicately by her fingertips and appeared to be considering dropping it. "I wonder what will happen if I drop it all the way from up here?" she taunted.

The Beast roared in fury and threw the cricket bat across the room, causing Belle to flinch violently. The girl laughed and nonchalantly dropped the rose, watching it fall rapidly towards the ground.

Before the Beast could confront her, he rushed out of the room, intent on retrieving the fallen rose and ensuring it wasn't damaged. Belle watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest.

Megara snatched the glistening mirror from the desk and hurried over to Belle, who was still reeling from the bizarre turn of events.

"Who the hell are you?" Belle demanded.

"I'm Megara," she replied quickly. "Put your damn panties back on and slip into the Beast's cape. We need to bail before he gets back."

Belle didn't argue. The Beast had left his red cape on the reading chair she'd been bent over moments ago. It was so big she could wrap it around her body like a towel.

"Thanks a million!" Belle exclaimed as they dashed out of the West Wing and towards the front gates.

"Don't thank me," Megara snapped, her eyes darting nervously over her shoulder.

They burst through the gates and Belle came to an abrupt stop, her eyes widening in awe. There, waiting in front of her, was a creature she'd only ever seen in storybooks. It had the legs of a horse, but the upper body and head of a man.

"A centaur," Belle breathed in wonder.

"Yeah, isn't it a sight?" Megara said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. "Now get on."

Belle didn't have time to fully process what was happening as she hurriedly climbed onto the centaur's back, following Megara.

"Get us the hell out of here!" Megara commanded the centaur.

"You remember our deal, right?" the centaur replied, remaining still.

"Yes, I promise I will sit on your face later. Now go!" Megara said and kicked the mythological animal with her heels.

The centaur finally sprang into action, carrying them away from the castle grounds at breakneck speed. Belle clung tightly to Megara, her eyes fixed on the castle behind them.

"Wait! We need to get Plumette!"

"I don't know who that is!" Megara snapped. "And if we go back, that beast will kill us both!"

Just then, the Beast emerged from the moat, the still-intact rose clenched in his jaws. His eyes were filled with bloodlust, and he was moving faster than the centaur.

"Faster!" Megara screamed, her heart pounding in her chest.

As they reached the gates to the castle grounds, an invisible barrier seemed to appear, preventing the Beast from following them. He roared in frustration as they disappeared into the forest.

They rode for a few minutes until the path ahead split. The centaur came to a stop, and Megara turned to Belle.

"You're on your own from here," she said, helping Belle down from the centaur's back. "If you head in that direction, past Anaheim, you'll reach the Pixar District. I'm sure you'll find someone who can help you find food and shelter."

"Who are you?" Belle asked, still wearing the Beast's cape. "What is that?" she pointed at the small mirror in Megara's hand. "Where the hell did you find a centaur?"

"Call me Nessus, love," the centaur said defiantly.

Megara scoffed. "Keep your mouth shut, Nessus. It's better if you know nothing. Goodbye, miss." With another kick, she goaded the centaur to depart in a different direction from Belle's intended path.

Belle considered retracing their steps to fetch Plumette, but the memory of the Beast's enraged roar sent shivers down her spine. It was too dangerous to return alone. For now, she had to follow Megara's advice and head towards the Pixar district.

As the moon illuminated the city limits, Belle's legs quivered from exhaustion as she wandered the deserted streets. It had been an insane and taxing day, and she urgently needed to rest.

Most of the houses she passed had their lights off. Finally, she spotted one where a single lamp glowed softly. Belle hesitated, disliking imposing on a stranger so late at night. But with nowhere else to go, she rapped gently on the door.

It didn't take long for the door to open, revealing a woman in her late thirties with a short side-bob haircut that resembled a curved heart. She was slender and athletic, with wide hips that promised a generous backside.

"I-I'm sorry," Belle stammered, struggling to find words in the face of such enticing beauty. "It's a convoluted story, but I've been wandering the woods for hours and desperately need a place to stay for the night."

"Of course, come in," the woman said warmly, stepping aside to allow Belle into her home.

It was a spacious, modern suburban house, yet still cozy and inviting. It was apparent that she was not living there alone.

"Have a seat, dear," she said, gathering blankets for her guest.

Belle settled into a luxurious armchair in the living room as the woman leaned over her, draping a soft blanket around her shoulders.

"What's your name, sweetie?" the woman inquired as she spread the blankets over Belle's lap.

"I'm Belle," she replied.

"I'm Helen," the woman said as she rose back up, giving Belle an opportunity to feast her eyes on her captivating cleavage. "Now, let me fix you some tea."

Belle watched as Helen went into the kitchen, the jingling of the kettle filling the air. Nestled under her blankets, Belle felt a surge of gratitude for Helen's kindness and generosity. It had been a long, trying day, and she couldn't have been more grateful for a warm and welcoming haven.

"So why were you traipsing through the forest at this hour, all by yourself?" Helen inquired as she returned, carrying two steaming cups of tea.

Belle gulped down half her tea in one go, the warmth bringing some much-needed relief to her chilled body. Helen settled into a chair opposite her, and Belle hesitated before deciding to tell the truth about her harrowing experiences. She recounted her forced servitude, the mysterious savior on a centaur, and her fear of returning to her captor. Helen listened intently, her expression growing more serious with each detail.

"So this beast just stays in his castle and abuses his servants?" Helen asked, seeking clarification.

"Yes," Belle replied solemnly. "I wish I could save Plumette and the others, but if I go back, I don't think I'll make it out alive, not by myself at least."

Helen furrowed her brow, clearly troubled by Belle's predicament. Belle didn't want to push her, so she remained silent, allowing Helen to process the information.

"That's really awful," Helen finally said, but the wrinkle between her eyes didn't fade. There was still something she wanted to say.

Belle sighed, feeling a pang of guilt for burdening Helen with her story. "Yes, especially because if only he had been a kind and intelligent soul, then his appearance wouldn't have mattered to me. Then maybe I could've grown to care for him after some time. But he wasn't; he was a rough, angry rapist, so I don't even pity him."

Helen nodded thoughtfully, her expression softening slightly. Belle scanned the cozy surroundings, taking in the warmth and comfort of the space.

"Do you have a family who lives here too?" she asked, curious about her host's personal life.

"Yes, my husband and two kids," Helen replied, glancing at the front door and then at the clock on the wall.

"Are they asleep?" Belle inquired.

"My daughter is. My son is at a sports camp, and my husband... is out bowling," Helen said, her voice trailing off.

Belle raised an eyebrow, thinking it was a bit late for bowling, but she didn't comment.

"Well," Helen said, standing up. "Give me your cup, and I'll go wash it up."

"I'll join you," Belle said, following Helen into the kitchen.

"I'll make some space on the couch for you and find a duvet somewhere," Helen offered.

"Thank you so much, you're being so generous," Belle replied gratefully, her heart swelling with gratitude.

As they stood at the sink, Belle caught a glimpse of something outside the window. For a moment, she thought she saw the beast lurking in the shadows, but it turned out to be just the silhouette of a large trash container. The sighting startled her, and she accidentally dropped her tea cup. In a remarkable display of reflex, Helen's arm seemed to stretch across the room, catching the cup before it hit the floor. Both women stared at each other in amazement, their faces mirroring the same expression of shock. Helen had performed the feat without even thinking about it, as if it was second nature.

"Fuck," she breathed out as she met Belle's wide-eyed gaze.

"What just happened?" Belle asked, clearly bewildered.

Helen touched her forehead apologetically. "You weren't supposed to see that."

Belle's curiosity was piqued. "Are you... like... a super-person?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with awe.

Helen hesitated before responding. "My name's Elastigirl. Yes, I am a super. This is my secret identity."

Belle's excitement was palpable. "I've read about you! You're the one who caught the notorious Mysterious Melvin! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. You are so cool."

Helen blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. But I'm sorry. Now that you know my secret, I have to erase your memory."

Belle recoiled. "No! I don't want to forget."

Belle had always craved adventure and excitement. She had been taken prisoner by a beast and now met a real superhero, and she refused to let it slip away.

"I'm so sorry, Belle. Superheroes aren't very popular right now, and we just moved here. I don't want to relocate again."

Belle stepped forward, gripping Helen's arm. "I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise on my dad's life. Please, I beg you. Don't do this."

Helen looked tortured. "I have to."

Then, unexpectedly, Belle grabbed Helen by the neck and kissed her. Surprised at first, Belle soon felt Helen's hand on her back and their tongues meeting. Their bodies pressed together, and Belle couldn't resist reaching behind her to grab Helen's rounded, soft butt. Their mouths came together again, and this time Helen allowed Belle's tongue to enter. She bit Belle's lips hard enough to leave marks, making Belle's knees weak. Then, with a fierce intensity, Helen's tongue swirled around Belle's, causing the hairs on her neck to stand on end.

Belle pulled away, breathless, and pressed her forehead against Helen's. "I promise," she repeated, feeling Helen's body pressed against hers. Their mouths met once more, and this time Helen reached beneath the Beast's cape to fondle Belle's ass. Helen denied Belle's tongue entrance again, instead biting her lips and grinding her thigh between Belle's legs. Belle couldn't resist rubbing herself against Helen's leg, relishing the sensation.

"You don't need to sleep on the couch," Helen whispered, kissing Belle's neck fervently. "There's plenty of room in my bed."

Helen's hands slid up Belle's side and then to her chest, her touch burning through the thin cape. Her hands cupped Belle's tits, catching her nipples between her outstretched fingers and squeezing them hard, harder. It hurt so damn good, Belle thought. Her cunt was tingling, and she felt so wet that she wouldn't be surprised if she was dripping on the kitchen floor.

Helen released Belle's breasts and unhitched the place where the cape was held together, letting it fall quickly to the floor. She threw her bathrobe off as well, standing nude in front of Belle. Belle's eyes widened at the sight of Helen's slick, hot body, complete with a pair of beautiful, massive tits. A true milf.

Helen cupped Belle's breasts again, and Belle felt electricity flow from Helen's hands into hers. She shivered as her nipples hardened into diamonds.

"You want to move to the bed?" Helen asked, her gaze piercing into Belle's eyes.

"Certainly," Belle replied, excitement radiating from her voice as she headed towards the bedroom door. She felt Helen's hand grab her ass behind her, and when she looked back, she saw that Helen was several meters away and her arm had stretched all the way over to her. Helen smiled playfully at her, no longer hiding her secret.

In the bedroom, Helen quickly climbed onto the bed and spread her legs wide in a perfect split. Belle took in the sight of her soft thighs, her pink clit, and the hunger in her eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Belle couldn't help but say out loud.

Belle could smell Helen's pussy's perfume from three feet away, a scent that drew her in like a fish to a lure.

"Lick me, Belle. Lick me good," Helen ordered.

Belle's tongue was in her within seconds, lapping up her juices while her fingers caressed her labia on either side.

"Oh, honey," Helen moaned.

Helen's fingers grabbed bunches of Belle's long brown hair and pulled her tighter to her. From across the bed, Helen's incredibly extended hand caressed Belle's clit ever so gently, making her moan into Helen's sex. They could do this for hours if Belle had her way, but she was determined to make Helen cum. She grabbed the base of her clit with her thumb and forefinger and then took what was left in her mouth. Helen started writhing, the bed shaking as she came, shouting something unintelligible into the night. Her thighs squeezed Belle, her vagina squeezed her tongue even more, and her fingers plunged into Belle's pussy faster than a bullet train, making her moan loudly with pleasure.

"More, baby, more," Elastigirl gasped between breaths.

Belle gazed at Elastigirl's pulsating, beautiful pussy, pondering whether her super-elasticity extended to her vagina as well. She decided to put it to the test, as her tongue returned to her clit while her entire fist pushed against her opening. Elastigirl's entrance quickly widened enough for Belle to easily push into her, speeding up slightly when Elastigirl shivered with pleasure.

"Ah ah ah ah ah, fuck that's good, yeah!" Elastigirl panted, propped up on her elbows but her head lolling back, basking in the sensation of Belle's entire hand going in and out of her juicy pussy, which she could widen and tighten at will.

Belle locked eyes with her, captivated by the wonder in Elastigirl's face and the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.

"I'm going to cum, babygirl. I'm going to fucking cum. I'm going to fucking cum on your fucking fist, babygirl," Elastigirl moaned.

And she did. Loudly. Groaning into the air like it wasn't 4 in the morning in a closely inhabited area. As Belle pulled her hand, wrist-deep in Elastigirl's sex, out, an unusual noise seemed to emanate from the corner of the room. It almost sounded like someone else had just cum and moaned quietly. They both noticed it, and Elastigirl sat up.

"Violet," she said sternly into the empty air. "Show yourself."

Belle jumped back on the bed in surprise as a teenage girl appeared out of thin air in the corner of the room. She was naked and had a hand close to her evidently wet pussy.

"Dammit, Violet, we talked about this," Elastigirl looked at the clearly embarrassed girl with a mix of anger and disappointment. "I don't like when you spy on me, especially when I'm in the middle of adult stuff."

"I'm sorry," Violet whispered softly, avoiding eye contact. "I'm just curious. Whenever you and dad or you and Dash or you and your toy do this sort of thing... I don't know, I just can't help but watch."

"For the record, I don't fuck neither Dash nor your dad anymore. Dash finishes so damn quickly and your dad is having an affair with some bitch named Mirage. But also, are you envious? Is that what this is about? You want to join us?"

"I don't know," Violet murmured quietly.

Belle could tell that she was very shy, evident by the way her straight, bluish-black hair covered half of her face in an attempt to hide herself. Still, Belle couldn't help but think how beautiful and cute she was. She had a very slender build with a small waistline, blue-violet eyes, fair skin, and a round head.

"Come on," Elastigirl urged, making room for Violet on the bed. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked Belle quickly, who shook her head.

"Not at all!" Belle exclaimed enthusiastically.

Violet hesitated. "I don't know...," she said insecurityly.

"Please, sweetie, I promise we'll show you a good time," Elastigirl opened her arms, beckoning Violet to join them. "Come to mommy."

Violet hesitated as she made her way to the bed. Once she sat down, Elastigirl wasted no time in pressing her lips against her daughter's in a fervent kiss. Violet let out a contented sigh, but her expression remained wary.

"Just relax," Elastigirl soothed, running her fingers gently through Violet's hair. "It'll be fine."

Elastigirl's lips trailed down Violet's neck as Belle's hands roamed over her back. Elastigirl's hand slid down Violet's flat stomach and onto her quivering sex.

"You got all wet just watching us, didn't you?" Elastigirl murmured, her tongue darting out to flick at Violet's sensitive clit. Violet let out a soft whimper at the contact.

Belle reached around and fondled Violet's petite breasts, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through Violet's body.

Lost in the waves of pleasure, Violet became aware only of her clit and breasts as they were licked, sucked, and caressed. Everything else faded into the background, beyond her ability to register.

"Let mommy take care of you," Elastigirl cooed, her tongue still dancing on Violet's clit.

"Oh fuck," Violet breathed under her breath.

Two of Elastigirl's fingers slid into Violet's wet pussy, and she began to finger-fuck her in sync with everything else. But Elastigirl's fingers didn't remain their regular length as she used her powers to stretch them all the way to the back of Violet's deep vagina. Violet tried to protest, to ask her to slow down, but she couldn't find her voice. Belle pressed Violet's hair back behind her ear and kissed her passionately, her tongue dueling with Violet's.

Before Violet was ready for it, she was cumming, her orgasms rolling into one another in a blur. She could feel her body shaking, on the brink of slipping fully away from consciousness.

Once she was able to focus again, she saw Elastigirl and Belle beside her, both looking pleased with themselves and slightly concerned.

"You okay, baby?" Elastigirl asked, stroking her hair in a comforting manner.

"I'm fucking great," Violet murmured, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. "That pretty much wiped me out."

"Mm-hm, that's what we were going for. We wanted your first time to be unforgettable," Elastigirl replied with a grin.

Violet smiled weakly, still processing the intense experience. Then they heard the front door opening and closing.

"Stay here," Elastigirl said, quickly throwing on a bathrobe and leaving the bedroom to investigate.

What followed was a heated argument between Elastigirl and a man whom Belle assumed to be her husband. Violet and Belle exchanged uneasy glances as they listened to Violet's mom and dad shouting at each other. It seemed that Elastigirl's husband, Bob, had not only slept with that Mirage girl earlier that night but had also caused chaos by attempting to rescue people from a burning building.

"Do you truly want to move again, is that it?" Elastigirl asked in a passive-aggressive tone. "Do you want us to be exposed and convicted, huh? We're heroes, not criminals, and to be heroes, we have to stop being heroic right now."

"I can't!" Bob shouted. "It's who I am! I can't stop being me."

"You should!" Elastigirl retorted. "For the sake of me, Dash, and Violet. Don't we matter to you?"

"Of course, you do!"

"Ahem."

Belle dared to enter the room amidst the heated argument. She had slipped into some of Elastigirl's clothes she found in the closet.

"Who are you?" Bob demanded, agitated.

Belle recognized him immediately as Mr. Incredible. "I'm Belle. I'm sorry to interrupt, but if you really need to take down a villain, I know one who lives in a secluded castle that nobody knows about. If you want to do hero work without anyone noticing, the castle is filled with servants who need to be saved from a monstrous beast."

The room fell silent for a few seconds as Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl stared at Belle with unreadable expressions.

"Sounds good," Mr. Incredible finally said, and Elastigirl nodded in agreement.

Violet suddenly appeared out of nowhere, right beside Belle, causing her to jump from surprise. "I want to come too."

Elastigirl shook her head immediately. "No way, young lady. You're not nearly old enough to do that kind of adult stuff."

"I think we just proved that I am ready for adult stuff," Violet argued, gesturing towards the bedroom door.

Mr. Incredible looked confused, but Elastigirl made a restrained grimace before sighing. "Fine," she said, and Violet and Belle both smiled gleefully.

They all had a good night's sleep, and the next morning, they set off on their mission.