TalesFrom Delta City #5:  Something Fishy in the City of Delta
By DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.  All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older.  Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl, Got Gal, Got Chic, Azure Angel (Yummi Wong), Flag Girl (lydia Willis), Hexanna, Omega Woman (Cameron Drake), Power Lass, Champion Girl, Amazing Babe, Jungle Babe, Night Raven (Lydia Borden)Shield (Carla Rodgers),Alpha Woman and Alpha Girl  and the She Legion are the creation and property of Mr. X.  The other characters unless otherwise noted below in this story are my own creation and feel free to use them in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories.  You can send all feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com


Author's Note
It might help a bit if you have read my earlier stories, but I tried to give some in story references so that you can probably read this as a stand alone story.  I have put a Dramatis Personae below to list and explain who some of these characters are which you are free to skip.


Dramatis Personae
Alpha Woman & Alpha Girl:  These two were created by Mr. X, but I have modified them slightly.  In the "cannon", they were created by Professor Pervo to be his own private heroines that he could defeat and fuck over and over again.  Something went wrong and they ended up wandering around, sometimes fighting crime and often just trying to show up Ms. Americana and Flag Girl.  In my story "If at First You Don't Succeed, Alpha, Alpha Again", they have started to get their lives together and trying to be real heroes.

BB:  Billie Bell.  An Aphrodite with blue hair and the power of flight who was trained by Nancy.  She works part time for Cindy Kelly while going to university.

Bob: An imp from analien dimension who loves to create chaos and suffering.  Normally appears as a bland, totally unforgettable man.  He never takes direct action against the heroines, but manipulates and tricks others into doing what he wants.

Charcoal:  A Hell Dog who was left behind after a failed invasion of Delta City by his demon masters.  He was transformed into a normal dog and adopted by Emily Arcand.  She calls him Fellah.

Christoff:  An alien Law Enforcement Officer who was transporting six dangerous female prisoners when they managed to escape and they all crash landed on Earth.

Cindy Kelly:  Former Delta City policewoman.  She was a friend and lover of Nancy and took over her private eye business.

Cyril:  Former pimp and owner of the Pussycat strip club.  He is now more or less reformed and managing Sanctuary which is a refuge for Aphrodites and anyone being persecuted.

Ellen Pope:  An Aphrodite who works as Dolphin Woman.  She is able to communicate with her two dolphin friends Raz and Taz.  She can swim as fast as a dolphin and in water is much stronger.  She has a sailing ship called the Grey Lady and is assisted by her mother Heather Pope.  Ellen was a friend of Nancy and trained by her.  Ellen's older sister Fancy was the original Dolphin Woman , but she was killed in the line of duty and later avenged by Nancy.

Elsa:  Also created by Mr. X.  She was a blonde neo Nazi.  Recently (see Nevada Jones) she failed the Council badly and there is a price on her head.  She is trying to reform, but finding it tough going at times.

Emily Arcand.  Blind, 22 year old aphrodite.  Her mother recently died from Alzheimers and left her a mysterious black ring.

Fellah:  See Charcoal.

Frank:  Assistant Manager at Sanctuary.

Ghost Pirate / Pirate King:  Actually a Mr. X character.  Originally Pirate King was a Wade Mart greeter who was possessed by the demonic Ghost Pirate.  After the demon was defeated, Pirate King decided he preferred being a pirate.  In Delta City PI, a magic ritual went bad and now Ghost Pirate and Pirate King share the same body.  They don't like each other much.

Guardian:  Composite Enity that is made up of several "lost Heroines" and who protects the reboot device and lives in the tunnels below sanctuary.

Kellog:  Mutoid who lives in the tunnels below Sanctuary.  For her help, he promised Nancy to keep the tunnels safe for refugees trying to reach Sanctuary.

Lisa:  Pilot of an alien prison transport ship.  She was seduced / tricked into helping the six female prisoners led by Phantasia to escape.  She is stranded on Earth and is an Aphrodite with a special affinity for any vehicle that moves.

Lola:  Girlfriend of Pirate King and only female member of the pirates., 

Ms. Patriot:  Secret identity is Christine Simmons.  She is a librarian and helps out Cindy Kelly as a part time secretary and receptionist.  Nancy helped her discover and train her powers that are still developing.  Ms. Patriot glows different colours, each signifying a different power.  It is not a good idea to ask her why her uniform is green, white and blue instead of red, white and blue, suffice enough to say it had something to do with colour blindness.

Nancy:  Sent to Delta City to determine if it was dangerous to the rest of reality.  She established an identity as a private eye and after helping stop a demon invasion, left Delta City to return to work for her mysterious employers.  See the whole Delta City PI story for details.

Nefertari:  Uses the heroine name Ebonee (Egyptian spelling!).  Former Queen of long lost Eqt.  She was sealed in a tomb for four thousand years before waking up and coming to Delta City where she has partnered with Nevada Jones / Ivory.

Nevada Jones:  Uses the heroine name Ivory.  Lover and partner to Ebonee / Nefertari.  Great grand daughter of a certain famous whip wielding archeologist who left her the whip and hat.

Phantasia:  Leader of a group of six alien female prisoners who escaped and are stranded on Earth.  She has Aphrodite powers that allows her to control and manipulate all plant life.

Reboot Device:  An ancient device left in Delta City by aliens.  Originally used to create the Aphrodites.  It has powerful reality warping properties and is located in the tunnels under Sanctuary.  It is protected by Guardian.

Sampson:  Large black first mate of the pirates.  Sometimes lover of Lola depending on her mood.

Sanctuary:  Concept created by Silkcords and adapted by me.  Sanctuary is a bar / night club that serves as a refuge for Aphrodites and anyone else suffering persecution.

Steve:  Alter ego is Captain Glory, a male super hero with the Adonis Gene.  He is now the cook, bouncer, carpenter and whatever else is needed for Sanctuary.  He has formed a platonic relationship with Shield.

Wongs:  They form ann ancient Chinese clan of warriors and cooks called Red Dragon Clan.  Nancy was the only outsider ever admitted to membership.  Among other things, the Wongs run Wong's Pizza in Delta City.

That should be all you need for now.  Other characters in this story are new or self explanatory I hope.

* * *


King Argon of the Fish People was not in a good mood as he sat in the Imperial Conferance Room.  There were many reasons for his unhappyness, some large and some small.  On the small end of things were the name the surface dwellers had given him and his people, the state of the conference room and pens.

He and the other 'Fish Men' were not in fact fishes, they were amphibians, capable of living in or out of water.  They didn't even look remotely like fish for god's sake other than they lived in water and had scales.  Argon gave a mirthless grin and ran his tongue over his sharp, pointed teeth which he had to admit was another resemblance to some fish, namely sharks.

The conference room was another sore point.  Unlike the plush board rooms of the hated surface dwellers, it did not contain a large oak table and supple, luxurious leather rolling chairs.  Salt water was not kind to oak and leather, so his conference room consisted of a large smooth rock for a table and numerous smaller rocks grouped around it for chairs.  It just wasn't fair and had become another source of his displeasure with the surface dwellers.

Then there were pens.   ball point pens simply didn't work underwater and don't even think about the kind you needed a fucking bottle of ink to use.  There were special pens he knew that could write underwater, but do you think he could get Amazon to deliver a box to his kingdom, a measly 250 miles from the coast and 300 yards down?  Hah!  Not a chance.  'Sorry, we only deliver to the lower 48 states' was the excuse he kept getting.  Damn, you would think his kingdom was some far away country like Canada!  He had even bought the secret Super Ultra Amazon Prime that was only advertised and available to the incredibly wealthy, but the bastards had still refused to deliver packages to him.  It was so humiliating to have to scratch invasion plans on chunks of fucking rock and it made the king all the more determined to have his revenge on the surface dwellers and especially those smug bastards at Amazon.

As for the large things, well when he thought about it, they were really just the sum of all those small things.  The surface dwellers had all the good parts like Las Vegas, Redwood trees, Pyramids  and of course those whores with the big hooters.  What did he have?  Fucking seaweed is what he had and then as he watched a plastic shopping bag drift past, he hadded 'all their fucking garbage' to the list of things he had.  Hell, you could barely tell the males from the females among his own kind.  Both genders had black, scaly skin.  The men had cocks of course and the women had pussies, but once you felt a human pussy wrapped around your cock and felt a huge set of soft breasts pressing into your scales, you could never be satisfied with 'Fish Women' again.  King Argon longed to bury his mighty rod in the pussy of those Aphrodite whores in Delta City again, which was why this war council had been called.  A meeting that was not going well.

"So what plans have you conceived for conquering the surface world?" Argon snarled at Krong, his newest Scecretary of war.

Krong gulped and swallowed when he heard the tone of his king's voice.  His mouth had suddenly gone dry and he didn't think that was even possible when you lived underwater.  Krong was nervous, partly because he was only a month old in his job and partly by the way he had inherited the position.  Argon had beheaded his predecessor and the four others before him in the position for not having a good answer to that very same question.  "Er, I have my best people working on that,"said Krong."We should have something to present to his majesty in the near future."

"I have heard variations of that same answer before," snapped Argon.  "Those  answers all came from now headless men.  Be warned Krong, my patience is not unlimited."

Krong's expression never changed, but hisinner voice was screaming 'no fucking kidding!'.  "Er, the main problem is the difference in technology," saidKrong out loud.  "Individually, we are much stronger and better armed than the humans."  The war leader stopped to flash his sharp fangs and to indicate the talons on his hands.  "But, thehuman technology is so much more advanced.  Our harpoon guns are fine for hunting fish, but they don't hold a candle compared to machine guns, tanks and atomic weapons.  Hell, we can't even light that candle underwater and things like gunpowder are as useful underwater as paper.  We can always carry out quick raids on one of their cities and even occupy it for a while before they send in their army and their big guns, forcing us to retreat back underwater."

"I didn't make you Secretary of War to tellme what I already know," snapped Argon."I want solutions,not sniveling excuses."

Krong opened his mouth to say something that would likely have proved to be career and life ending, but the doors of the conference room suddenly swung open and all the heads in the room turned to stare at whoever had been stupid enough to disturb the calculations of the war committee.  Their very painful death would be a welcome diversion from their fruitless discussions.  The last thing the members of the council     expected to see was the figure that walked across the floor towards them, a human female.  She was not just a human female, but one with one of the most spectacular bodies they had ever seen.  That body had little in the way of concealment either, merely a pair of sky blue pasties over her nipples of her mammoth tits, the merest piece of filmy cloth of the same colour over her pussy and a pair of matching knee high boots with six inch spiked heels.

* * *

Hydrangea was not in a good mood, though unlike King Argon, she considered all of her reasons to be large ones.  First, there was her name.  Translated into the human tongue, she discoveredd her name was some kind of fucking bush.  It was enough to make her want to spit if that act wasn't pointless underwater.  The second thing that currently had Hydrangea pissed off was being stranded on this planet with her 'sisters' after escaping from their cells on the prison transport ship.  The third and final vexation was being sent on this stupid mission by Phantasia. Fuck, these Fish Men were the ugliest bastards this side of Hoth.

"Sieze the intruder," screamed King Argon to the stunned guards who rushed forward and were thrown back by the casual wave of one hand of the human.

"Harpoon guns," snapped Krong and several metal tipped projectiles were launched at the human to merely fall harmlessly to the floor when they reached her.

"You may live underwater," said Hydrangea with a smirk, "but I am the mistress of water.  It will obey my slightest command."  That was total bullshit of course, but you never gave the rubes an even break.   Hydrangea could indeed command the water to erect a shield around her or send devastating blasts, but she was still limited in the amount of power she could command without exhausting herself.  If she truly was the total mistress of the oceans, then she could have summoned a tidal wave to carry out her orders.  As it was, she and her sisters required the help of these morons.  Well, besides her water based powers, she also had her unmatchable body to call upon.

"Who are you woman?" demanded an outraged Argon.  "What right do you have to disturb my councils?"

Hydrangea leaned on the table, looking Argon in the eyes and forcing his gaze up from her chest.  "My name is Hydrangea and I have come to offer you what you desire most in life."

"Oh?" replied Argon and his eyes slid down to again take inthe tantalizing softness of the woman's large boobs.

"Ah, perhaps I should amend that to say the two things you want most," said Hydrangea with a smile.  "Why don't you and I go some place private to discuss things.  After that, we can come back and put our plan to your esteemed council."

King Argon only nodded and took Hydrangea's hand to lead her from the conference room.

* * *

Once they were alone in Argon's private bedroom, Hydrangea wasted no time in removing her few clothes, though she kept her boots on at Argon's request.  It didn't seem to matter, reflected the blonde with light blue highlights, men are men everywhere you go in the fucking galaxy.  Yes, very much the same she thought as she watched Argon's hard, erect cock slide out of its protective sheath and already  leaking precum.  With a smile as phony as a used car salesman, Hydrangea slipped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the black, scaly cock and began to suck on it as if she truly enjoyed it.  Well, she actually did enjoy sucking cock, so all she had to do was keep her eyes averted from the ugly face of the asshole.

Removing the cock from her mouth, Hydrangea held it in one hand and lifting it up licked from the dripping tip down the underside of the shaft to his balls and back to the tip before engulfing it once more in her mouth.  From the sounds of the idiot's moaning, he wasn't going to last very long as she opened her throat to take his member into it and then squeezed it with a contraction of her muscles.  

"Oh fuck, you are good," moaned Argon as he grabbed the sides of the kneeling woman's head in his talonned hands and began to thrust his hips in and out fucking her face.

Soon, she felt a blast of warm cum spew out of the cock and pour down into her stomach.  Hydrangea pulled her mouth back slowly along the length of the shaft until the spurting tip was in her mouth and filling it to overflowing.  The stupid males always seemed to like watching a woman tasting and swallowing their seed which she had to admit was tasty as well as helping to put the foolish man under her spell,.

Once King Argon had finished cumming and she had swallowed his jizz, Hydrangea slid the still hard cock from her mouth and keeping a firm grip on it, led him over to the bed to continue their discussion.  The bed was a massive oyster shell, some eight feet in diameter, lined with the soft flesh of the creature and the lid three quarters open.  "Do you want to be on top or should I?" asked Hydrangea as she gave the cock a gentl squeeze.  The king was far to gone in lust to reply.  "Well, we can try it both ways I am sure," said Hydrangea and gave the cock another squeeze before pulling the king down on top of her on the bed.

* * *

The war council was still patiently waiting in the conferenc room three hours later when Argon and Hydrangea returned.

"I have concluded negotiations with the human successfully," said Argon looking around the table.  "Soon, Delta City will be ours forever!"

There was a cheer from Krong and the others, all of whom wished they could have been part of those sensitive negotiations with the sexy human.  Oh well, if Argon ran true to form, once the humans were conquered, he very likely would give them the whore to celebrate their victory.

* * *

"Oh yeah, that's it," moaned the blonde bent over the desk with her large boobs swinging about wildly.  "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"

That was the good thing about having three Aphrodites as your secretary / receptionist, thought Cindy Kelly as she drove her strap-on with the special clit stimulator in and out of the blonde, they are nearly always horny and ready for a fuck when business is slow.  Today, it was Ellen Pope who had an itch in her pussy she needed scratched and the red haired private eye was more than happy to oblige her.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeoooooouuuuu," screamed Ellen as she came and began to squirt her juices all over the pseudo cock that Cindy was driving in and out of her.  The sound of the young blonde climaxing was enough to push Cindy over her own orgasmic edge and she added her scream to that of the blonde in a near perfect harmony.

"As I was saying before we er got sidetracked," said Ellen as she felt Cindy pull out of her and began the hunt for her clothes, "there has been a lot more activity around Delta City from the Fish Men."  Ellen paused in the act of pulling on her discarded panties to frown.  "I suppose that should be Fish People shouldn't it?"

"Probably," agreed Cindy as she detacched the strap-on and licked it clean.  "I don't recall any problems with the Fish Women though.  It just seems to be the men who are such a pain in the ass and sometimes that is literal and not figurative."

"Well, whatever you want to call them," continued Ellen as she pulled her jeans on.  "I have seen a lot more of them lately when I am out on patrol as Dolphin Woman.  They are thick as flies on a cow turd around Bridge's Island lately and Raz and Taz say they have to keep dodging the bastards with their fucking harpoon guns."

Cindy grimaced.  Raz and Taz were the two dolphins who worked with Ellenin her superheroine identity and frankly Cindy liked them more than a lot of the humans she had to deal with.  The thought of either of those beautiful, friendly creatures taking a harpoon from the Fish Men was hard to think about.  "I will have a chat with Night Raven about this," said Cindy.  "She will probably be at Sanctuary tonight as Lydia Borden and she can pass the word along to the rest of the She Legion.  If the Fish Men are planning something, they should at least get a heads up about it.  Whether they choose to do anything about it is another matter."

Now it was Ellen's turn to nod as she slipped her t-shirt over her head and sadly covered up those magnificent young boobs.  The She Legion members, especially some of the senior ones like Ms. Americana were not always that receptive to anything they hadnt thought of themselves, but it was still worth trying.

* * *

Lisa was still learning about her newly adopted home as she strolled around the pits at the Delta City Race Track.  The former prison transport pilot had an interest in anything that moved fast whether in space, air, land or water and that interest had drawn her to this "open house" for the public to view the cars that would be racing in the Delta City 500 the next day.

She had disposed of the eighteen wheeler and its contents that she had technically stolen from Brad, the bastard who had raped her after drugging her coffee and was now in the process of exploring her neworld since it wasn't likely she could go home anytime soon.  She had been pleased to discover when going through Brad's log book that the load of electronics he was carring were not exactly legal.  She had delivered them to the address indicated and been paid in the little pieces of paper the humans used for money with no questions asked about what had happened to Brad.  From what she had been able to find out in research since then, the amount she had been paid should keep her going for several months, but she was going to have to find a steady stream of income soon.

"What do you mean, we don't have a driver?" said an agitated female voice and Lisa glanced over to where a tall, raven haired beauty was glaring at a man wearing a mechanic's overall and a harassed looking expression.

"Jora couldn't get a visa to enter the country," said the man.  "Her home country is mainly Moslem you know and some asshole in immigration got a bug up his or her nose about her being a possible terrorist and denied her visa."

"But she has won seven formula one races in Europe and Asia!" protested the brunette.  "How could they possibly think she is a terrorist?  Have they not got a single brain cell in their bodies?"

"It's not a job requirement," pointed out the man.  "Of course, itmight have something to do with Senator William's brother being one of the other car owners and our main competition."

The woman sighed.  "Fine, but what about the back-up driver?  Where is she?"

"She is in the hospital with a broken leg," replied the man.  "The police say it was a random attack, a robbery gone wrong when she was leaving the nightclub, but Selena told me the bastard went afterher leg with a wrench like he wanted to make sure she was out of commission."

"There must be someone we can get to fill in," snapped the woman.

"Er look Ms. Wade," said the mechanic.  "Jora and Selena are the two best female drivers in the world and you specified you wanted a female driver.  We can probably find a man to fill in, but all the good ones are already on other racing teams."

Brenda Wade glared at the man for  a few more seconds then blew out a sigh.  "Ok, Felix, see if you can find a man to fill in for tomorrow."

"We still have to do the qualification run in ...," Felix consulted his watch, "in half an hour.  I don't know if I can find anyone that quickly."

"I can do it," said Lisa stepping forward.

"Who are you besides someone who likes to listen in on private conversations?" snapped Brenda Wade and transferred her glare to the newcomer.

"I'm the person who can save your bacon," replied Lisa calmly as she ran a hand lovingly over the smooth metal of the car.

"And what qualifications do you have?" demanded Brenda.

"I can drive anything that has been made better than anyone born," responded Lisa without pause.  It wasn't even bragging she knew. She had always had a special affinity for anything that moved fast.  It wasn't much of a super power as far as they went, but that was fine with her.  She got more of an adrenaline rush out of going fast than she could possibly get from combat like most of the Valusians or Aphrodites as they were apparently called on this world.

"What have we got to lose?" said Brenda finally, throwing up her hands in acceptance.

Just a two million dollar car, thought Felix, but decided that might not be a good thing to say and instead picked up a helmet and handed it to Lisa.  "You better hurry and get dressed," he told her.

* * *

Boris Williams lounged back in one of the spectator seats and glanced at the man who sat down next to him.  "Everything arranged?" he asked casually.

The other man nodded.  "Team Wade doesn't have a driver, unless they want to hire one of the second rate hasbeens or drunks who hang around looking for a break."

Williams smiled at the news.  The amount he had paid to arrange this would be well worth it when his Team Williams won the Delta City 500 tomorrow.  Wade's new car design had been his chief worry and competition.  His thoughts were interrupted by the roar of a car engine going past on the track and he noted with a dispersion of his calm demeanor that it was Wade One.  "What the hell?  Who the hell?" he asked turning to the man beside him who was also staring at the car in disbelief.  They both watched as the car flashed around the track and then up at the huge scoreboard that showed Wade One had just qualified for the pole position.

* * *

Lola walked just behind her captains and Sampson, the first mate of the bad ship Mary Sue and tried her best not to sigh as they argued.  Sampson wasn't saying anything, but was his usual strong, silent self, a persona he maintained everywhere except in her bed when he was very expressive indeed.  No, the argueing was all between the captain and himself.  Ever since the botched magical ritual, the demonic Ghost Pirate shared the same body as the modern Pirate King and the two never agreed on much except maybe how much they also enjoyed fucking her.  Well, her and anything half attractive in a skirt with a pussy, thought Lola sardonically.

"I hope this deal works out better than the last one you arranged," grumbled Pirate King.

"Me?  You scurvy dog," retorted Ghost Pirate.  "That fiasco with the blue haired wench was your doing!"

"Was not!" snapped Pirate King.

"Was too!" growled Ghost Pirate.

Sampson glanced back over his shoulder at Lola and the large black man roled his eyes and nodded towards the captains who were too preoccupied in their bickering to notice.  Lola just shrugged helplessly.  Both her and Sampson would have gladly slit the throat of their duel minded captain while they slept, but it was their magic that gave the ancient Mary Sue any viability in this modern age and so they both knew they were stuck with them, at least for now.

Inside the Naked Parrot, the members of the small group stopped and scanned the tables, looking for their new potential employer.  Sampson elbowed the captains in the ribs and pointed to a back table where a woman with blonde hair and green highlights sat alone, draped in a large green cloak.

"Ow, I see her you knave," growled Ghost Pirate.  "You dinna have to bruise my ribs with your heathen elbow."

"ow, yeah not so hard," agreed Pirate King who also glared at the first mate.  Like his fellow captain, he didn't trust Sampson in the slightest and was sure the huge black man was banging Lola every chance he got.  He would have gotten rid of him except the man was too useful with a sword and frankly scared him more than a little.

The woman didn't rise s the trio of bodies and quartet of minds reached her table, but merely motionedto the empty chairs.  "Have a seat," she said and gestured to the bartender to bring three more glasses of the foul stuff they called rum which she understood to be a tradition with these pirates.

"Ye never said yer name when you contacted us," said Ghost Pirate after taking a sip of the delicious rum.

"We like to know just who we are dealing with," put in Pirate King in a totally different voice that issued from the same mouth.  He privately thought the rum tasted like horse piss and wished he could have ordered a Dr. Pepper, but that just wouldn't do in a place like the Naked Parrot.

"My name is Phantasia," said the woman who kept her face expressionless at the two very different voices issuing from the one body.  It was unusual she granted, but then she had seen a lot more unusual things in her travels around the galaxy.  All she cared about was whether these humans could accomplish what she wanted.  "As I said in  my message, I have a job for you."

"And what be that job?" asked Ghost Pirate.

"Yeah, what do you want us to do?" added Pirate King.

"There is a certain military facility just outside of the city that contains an object I want to obtain," replied Phantasia calmly.

"A military base?" sputtered Pirate King as some of the rum went down the wrong way and he coughed.

"Are ye daft woman?" Ghost Pirate choked out through coughs.  "We may be a magical ship, but tangling with the military types is not something I ken to do."

"And I thought you were pirates with nerves of steel and desire for booty," mocked Phantasia as she stared in the eyes of the captains.  "Perhaps I was mistaken in approaching you and should have contracted with an organization that has more guts like the Girl Guides."

"Have a care wench when you talk to me like that," warned Ghost Pirate as he rested his hand on his sword hilt.

"Yeah bitch, we don't have to take that kind of shit from you," agreed Pirate King.

Phantasia resisted the impulse to strangle these two morons and glanced briefly at Sampson and Lola before looking back to the captains.  "You won't be expected to fight an entire military base," she soothed them.  "I have arranged for a suitable diversion that will leave the base with only a small guard that you can easily handle."

"It would have to be one hell of a diversion," Lola put in.  "You know, something like an invasion."

"Yes, something like that," agreed Phantasia with a smile.

"Well I guess we could handle that alright," said Pirate King as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Aye a small guard force should be nay a problem," agreed Ghost Pirate.  "There b, however, the matter of settling on a price for the deed."

Phantasia smiled and produced a small cloth bag from somewhere under her cloak and upended it on the table to produce a  glittering pile.

"Diamons," said Ghost Pirate and picked one up to examine it.  "These be real?" he asked.

Before Phantasia could reply Sampson produced a small magnifying glass from the pouch at his waist and picked up one of the gems.  "They are the real thing," he announced after a careful study.

"Are you sure about that?" asked Pirate King suspiciously.

Sampson returned his captain's glare unperturbed.  "You might have not learned much about diamons as a greeter at Wade Mart, but I spent a couple of years working for Jubal, the top fence in Delta City.  I know real diamonds when I see them."

Pirate King bristled at this and was about to retort something hot when Phantasia put up her hand to stop the argument before it got heated.  "Do we have a deal?" she asked, gesturing to the diamonds.  The alien had been surprised to find out that these stones that were worthless on her world were so valuable here.  She had scavenged them from various equipment in her escape pod and had told her sisters to all do the same.  So far, only Hydrongea had reached Delta City, but the other four were on their way.  She had thought about waiting for them to arrive before implementing her plan to control the city, but had decided against it.  The two of them were more than capable of taking a mere city from these primitives.

"Hmm, I don't know," said Pirate King looking at the small pile of glistening gems.

"Aye, it be a very dangerous thing ye want us to do," agreed Ghost Pirate who shared his counterpart's greed as much as they shared the same body.

"Well then, I will sweeten the pot a mite," said Phantasia.  "I have something else to show you in the back room."

"Aye?" asked Ghost Pirate skeptically.

"Why the back room?" asked an equally suspicious Pirate King.

"It's not something I wanted to display out here in the open where anyone might see it," replied Phantasia smoothly as she got to her feet and moved towards the curtained doorway tht led to a hallway containing storage rooms, offices and private rooms that could be rented for a price.

The four pirates looked at each other then seemed to all shrug at the same time and got up to follow the alien woman into the back.  She opened a door with a key and led them inside.  The only object in the room was a large bed with obviously new sheets on it.

"What be it you wanted to show us?" asked Ghost Pirate, now more suspicious than ever.

"This," said Phantasia and unclasped her cloak to give them their first good look at her body.  It was a sight that had them mesmerized as there was very little in the way of concealment from her clothing which consisted of a pair of green pasties and a tiny patch of cloth over her loins.  "You get the diamonds and me if you want me as the price of our agreement," she said and removed the two pastiesthat had done litle to hide the large, slightly green tinted, erect nipples under them.

Somehow, despite occupying the same body, Ghost Pirate and Pirate King managed to exchange looks with each other.

"Aye, I think ye have a deal," said Ghost Pirate.

"Seems like a fair price to me," put in Pirate King.

The captains reached out eager hands to grab one of Phantasia's large melons in each hand while Lola rolled her eyes and looked over at Sampson.  The dark skinned man didn't notice her look and simply moved behind the other woman and began to press himself against her back.  Lola could see the large erection already tenting his pants.  Fucking useless men, thought Lola.  Well, if you can't beat them, you might as well join in or something like that and she moved over to the trio and turned Phantasia's face towards her and kissed her hard on the lips.

After a few minutes of this preliminary fondling, groping and kissing, Sampson pulled Phantasia back onto the bed on top of him while deftly lowering his loin cloth to position his massive black dick between her ass cheeks.  Phantasia gave a small grunt as the first mates mighty member penetrated her rear entrance while Ghost Pirate / Pirate King positioned his now freed cock at her front entrance.  Lola contented herself by lying next to the other woman as she was double penetrated and sucked on those hard nipples.

"This be one of the main reasons I became a pirate," said Ghost Pirate as he drove his cock in and out of the woman under him.

"It sure beats the hell out of puking babies at Wade Mart," agreed Pirate King as he felt Phantasia soft, warm pussy close about his cock in a tight squeeze.

Sampson didn't say anything, but just thrust his hard rod deeper into the woman's ass and bet himself that the prattling idiots on top would come long before he did.  It was a bet he won with ease as after only a few minutes and a few dozen strokes, the captains for once spoke with one voice as they began to scream as they emptied their balls into the woman.  Pulling out, they managed one last squirt over Phantasia's boobs and stomach which Lola was quick to lick up before moving her mouth down to lick at the goo dribbling from Phantasia's pussy.

Well at least one of these pirates knows how to pleasure a woman, thought Phantasia as she felt Lola's tongue glide over her engorged pussy lips and find her hard clit to suck on.

* * *

Sitting at a table in a dark corner of the Naked Parrot, a pair of eyes had watched the entire transaction between Phantasia and the erstwhile pirates.  The eyes belonged to a medium sized man with totally unforgettable features.  Brown hair, light hazel eyes, not very big, not very small, just your average looking guy.  Pirate King who had met him, probably wouldn't have recognized or remembered him even though they had met before.  The bland looking man smiled and that smile probably would have sent a great white shark running for cover.  The man knew exactly what device Phantasia planned to steal from the military base.  This should be fun he thought or at least fun after he did a little meddling.  Of course it wouldn't do to be anywhere near Delta City when the device was used.  It was always such a nuisance to get reduced to a glowing heap of plasma and have to reincorpreate yourself and it took forever, days even.  The man snapped his fingers and a tablet appeared in his hand.  He watched the sex unfolding in the backroom with a smirk on his lips.  He always liked a little light entertainment before an Armageddon.

* * *

Emily Arcand was lonely, depressed and confused.  For her entire life, all twenty two years of it, her mother had been the main focus of her existence, especially in the last five years or so as the dementia stole her away.  Now mama was gone and with her, the focal point of her life.  All she had left was the mysterious black  ring her mother had given her just before her death.  Mama had hinted about the things the ring could do and despite her grief or perhaps because of it, Emily had spent the last few days learning as much about the ring as she could.

When she concentrated, a blackness would come out of the ring and with experimentation, she had learned to manipulate it in various ways.  First, it could surround objects and make them disappear as had happened with mama's body.  Emily had no idea where the objects went and was reluctant to do much with this ability until she did.  Second, the blackness could form a sphere of near total darkness for about ten to twelve meters around her or more precisely around the ring.  Emily knew there was no such thing as black light since where light was concerned, black was just the absence of light, so was the ring just absorbing all light?   The odd thing was that she could sort of see in that black sphere.  She had been blind since birth and didn't really understand what normal vision was, but she was fairly sure this wasn't normal.  She saw the outlines of objects, mainly in shades of gray and black, but the heat from living things displayed in shades of yellow, orange and red.

Emily had only briefly experimented with the black sphere or void as she was beginning to think of it, with other life forms present.  She had tried it in Mr. Schmidt's book store for a few seconds and the old man and the other customers had just thought it was a brief power outage.  In that short time, however, Emily had looked at Mr.Schmidt and had blushed hotly when she saw the throbbing red spot at his groin.  Perhaps even more disconcerting was when she saw the same thing when she took a peek at her adopted dog Fellah.

The third use for the ring had been discovered by accident on the way home from Sanctuary one night.  She had heard some gang members coming down the street towards her and she had wished she was safe at home.  A black disk had formed from the ring in front of her and she had stepped through it before realizing what was going on and found herself in her basement apartment.  Apparently the ring could transport her which was logical and probably just an extension of its ability to make objects vanish.  The trip home had been almost instantaneous as far as she could tell, though she had the sensation of briefly walking through some totally black realm before exiting back into the real world.  Perhaps that realm was where the objects she had make vanish had gone?  The other thing she had observed was that any activity with the ring made her tired.  The bigger the object or the bigger she tried to make the black void around her, the more tired she got.  The teleportation home had been the worst and she had decided to save that ability for emergencies for the moment.

All of these thoughts had been going through her mind as she walked down the dark streets to the all night 8/12 conveniance store not far from her apartment.  She had sold a couple pairs of mitts tonight and was going to pick up a litre of milk and some of their day old bagels that she could toast for breakfast.  Fellah trotted happily along on leash at her side and she stopped to give him a pat before stepping into the store and leaving him tied to a post outside.

Charcoal watched Emily go inside the store and sank down to wait.  He was as mystified as Emily was about the ring.  He could sense the power in it, but had no clue as to its source and worried a little about the possibility of it being dark magic of some sort.  Now as he worried and watched the door for Emily to return, he saw three large men in leather jackets pull up on motorcycles and go inside.  Charcoal noticed the flaming skull on the back of their jackets and felt uneasy.

"This is a stick-up," said Gonzo as he walked up to the pimpmply faced teenage boy working the till.

Araj looked at Gonzo and the huge knife in his hand and sighed. "Look, we got robbed an hour ago by Satan's Army and all there is in the till is about fifty bucks, but you are welcome to it, just don't hurt anyone ok?"  The young man extended his hand with a few bills in it towards Gonzo who took it with a sneer.

"Mickey,Bruno, grab a couple of cases of beer off the shelves to make this worthwhile," he said to the other two gang members who nodded and moved to follow their orders.  He then turned to look at the only other customer, a pretty girl with a white cane.  He stepped towards her and gripped her arm.  "I think I'll take you with me back to the club house for some party fun  I'm sure all the guys will want to get to know you better, a lot better."

"Hey, she's blind," said Araj who had gotten to know the girl over the past few years and even had a bit of a crush on her.

Gonzo shrugged.  "Who cares if she is blind, she's cute and she's got a pussy.  What more do we need?"

Araj blushed at the crudeness and opened his mouth to say something more, but Gonzo waved the knife at him.  "If you are smart boy, you will keep your trap zipped or I will do it permanently."

Araj's jaw clicked shut, but he continued to glare at the biker.

Emily hadn't said a word when she was grabbed, but her heart was thudding in her chest.  She remembered all too well her treatment by those two bastards in the alley a few days previous and what the biker was promising was a thousand times worse.  She closed her eyes, which she knew was a weird thing to do and concentrated on her ring.  In an instant a black void filled the entire store.

"What the fuck?" snarled Gonzo, letting go of her arm.

"Party with this," hissed Emily in a whisper that only he could hear and she kicked the man in the cleft between his legs with everything she had.  Gonzo gave out a high pitched scream and collapsed to the floor.  There were muffled curses from Mickey and Bruno as they fumbled their way to the outside door of the store.  Emily heard a growl from Fellah and then the voices of the two men came back faintly at first.

"Stupid fucking dog, get out of our way," said the one called Mickey.

There was the sound of another growl and a weird sound that Emily couldn't identify.

"What the ... no stay back, we didn't mean anything bad about the girl!  Honest!  Please, NO!!!" 

After that there were a few screams and thuds.

Emily relaxed her control on the ring and light returned to the store.

"What, what happened?" said Araj in a shaky voice.

"I think it was a power outage," said Emily calmly looking down at the whimpering Gonzo who had thrown up and was clutching his privates.  "He must have ran into something in the dark and hurt himself.  I think you should call the police."

Araj nodded and reached for the phone.  Emily turned and walked out of the store, wanting to avoid having to give any official explanation of what had happened.  Outside, she heard the two other gang members moaning and she smelled the unmistakeable scent of blood.  Large amounts of it.  Fellah wagged his tail and bounced over to her, licking at her hand, his leash somehow having come untied from the post.

"Good doggie," said Emily giving him a pat and tapping carefully with her cane as she went around the sprawled bodies of the two men.  She could hear the sound of a distant siren getting closer. "Let's go home Fellah," she said.

* * *

It was the day after her "discussion" with Cindy and Ellen Pope was out on her boat, the Grey Lady just rounding the tip of Bridge's Island when she saw them.  A small army of the Fish Men, perhaps a thousand or more heding straight for Delta City.  She raced into the small cabin and grabbed for the radio mic.  "Mama Bird, this is Baby Bird, sound the alarm, we've got an army of Fish Men 25 miles out from Delta City and headed right at it."

"My god," came Heather Pope's reply over the radio.  "I'll call Cindy, she will know what to do.  What about you?  Are you in danger?"

Before Ellen could reply, a black scaly hand wrapped around her throat and she was quickly pulled backwards over the edge of the boat into the dark water.

* * *

Brenda Wade was sitting in her private box at the Delta City Raceway when she got the emergency call from Lady Midnight who was on duty at She Legion HQ.  Things had been going so well that it took her mind a few seconds to shift from the euphoria of leading the race at the halfway mark with her new driver to the impending disaster of an invasion.  "Put out a call to everyone to get to the docks," she finally snapped out after giving her head a shake and rising from her seat to head for the exit towing a surprised Lydia Willis with her who hadn't yet heard the news of the invasion and could only see the look of shock on her mentor's face.

"Already done that," confirmed Lady Midnight.  "Cindy and her friends are heading there too, though Dolphin Woman is apparently MIA after sounding the initial alarm.  The military has been alerted, but I don't know how long it will take them to respond."

"Understood," said Brenda, ending the call  as she and Lydia reached her Porsche and clambered in.  Their costumes were in the hidden compartment under the front seat and it looked like they were going to have to find a conveniant alley to do yet another  quick strip and change into Ms. Americana and Flag Girl.

* * *

"Acknowleged," said Carla Rodgers and she ended the call with Lady  Midnight and looked up into Steve's concerned face.  "I have to get down to the docks to join the others, but I don't like the idea of leaving Sanctuary undefended.  We aren't all that far from the docks and if some of them get past us, we have a lot of scared and vulnerable people here."

"You go," replied Steve.  "I will hold the fort here.  If there is trouble, I think we can count on those two to help," and he nodded towards a corner table where the huge mutoid Kellog and the hopefully former neoNazi Elsa were sipping beers and eating chicken wings.

"Goddess help us if we have sunk that low," muttered Carla and hurried off to change into her Shield costume.

* * *

"Sir, I don't think we should totally strip the base of defence," said Major Glenda talbot as she strode along beside General "Lightning Rod" Ross.

The General stopped abruptly and whirled to face his so called assistant with a sneer on his face.  "It's a fucking invasion woman, we've got to take everything we got."

"It could just be a diversion sir," argued Major Talbot.  "We could be leaving the base wide open to an attack and with what we have stored here, that could be a disaster.  At least leave the tanks to guard the base.  They will be useless against water based foes or in the city if the Fish Men get into the buildings."

"I'm taking the fucking tanks," snarled Ross.  "This is what comes of having women officers in a man's army.  You go all to pieces when things get rough.  Since you are so fucking afraid of the base being attacked, you will stay behind with a squad to guard it while I go save the city."

With that, General Ross strode off towards the waiting column of trucks and tanks.  Major Talbot stared after his retreating back and seethed.  She sometimes wondered if the man's nickname came from making lightning quick decisions or from the rumours about his premature ejaculations.  This latest decision of his had disaster written all over it.  The General seemed determined to not be left standing by uselessly as Delta City was invaded like he was the last time, but leaving the base defenseless was an invitation to disaster.

[Author's Note:  See Delta City PI #38 and #39 for details of the last invasion.]

Major Talbot spotted Sgt. Golden rushing by and grabbed his arm.  "Get your squad back here Jimmy, we are staying to guard the base."

Sgt. Golden looked shocked and his eyes shot towards the trucks that were about to move out, but he shut his mouth on his protest and nodded.   "Yes Ma'am," he said with a quick salute and darted off.  The sergeant really wanted to be part of the force defending the city, but he knew Major Talbot was right about the need to protect the base.  He just wasn't sure a single squad of his men, as good as they were, were enough to accomplish that if any serious attack came their way.

* * *

Ellen's first impulse was to panic when she felt the hand around her throat and pulling her back into the water and that feeling was only amplified when she felt the hard, thick cock of the Fish Man rubbing over her ass.  Then she remembered the training from Nancy and she smiled wickedly.  The Fish Men were used to dragging their victims into the water where they knew they had the advantage.  Well what they knew was about to change she thought and transformed her body into her underwater shape and felt her strength more than triple as her skin took on a gray texture and hue to match her dolphins.  She slammed an elbow back into her attacker and felt him double up in pain.  Spinning around, she smashed him twice in the head and saw him go limp and fall to the ocean floor.

Dolphin Woman's self congratulation, however, lasted only a second or two as a harpoon sped by her head, close enough to ruffle her blonde hair.  Looking over her shoulder she saw three more of the Fish Men swimming towards her with their deadly harpoon guns cocked and ready to fire.  There were two silvery blurs from either side of the Fish men as Raz and Taz arrived to even the odds.  The sole remaining Fish Man looked suddenly not so fierce as he realized he was alone and before he could recover, Dolphin Woman was on top of him and then he joined his friends in unconsciousness.

Looking around, Ellen saw that none of the other Fish Men had seemed to notice the skirmish and were well past her on their way to Delta City.  "Odd, they seem too spaced out for a massed attack," she thought at the dolphins who were circling around her.

"Agreed," thought Raz back at her.

Over the last few months, Ellen's connection to the dolphins had only grown stronger until now she could talk directly mind to mind with the pair instead of having to translate their language of high pitched squeals.  So far, she had only reached that level with her two friends, but Ellen was hopeful to make the same kind of breakthrough with all of the dolphins.  Still, hernew found abilities were becoming very handy and she suspected she might have actually matched her sister Fancy's skill with her long hours of practice.

"Well, we can't stop them all," thoughth Ellen to her friends.  "We got out the warning and with them so spread out, we can pick off any stragglers."

"Fun," thought Taz simply and grinned widely.

* * *

"I don't fucking believe this," said Major Glenda Talbot as she crouched behind her overturned jeep and reloaded her revolver, though for all the good it had proved to be, she wondered why she was bothering with it.  "This is the fucking 21st century and we are under attack by pirates insome fucking wooden sailing ship!  Even worse than that, they are kicking our asses."

"They seem to have some type of advanced weapons or maybe it's magic," replied Sgt. Golden as he stuck his head up over the edge of the jeep and let off a few rounds at the figures in the hovering ship.   The base had come under attack half an hour ago and the seemingly anachronistic cannon balls the ship had fired had done as much damage as any modern artillry shells when they struck while their own bullets seemed to bounce off some invisible force.  They hadn't had any luck getting in touch with General Ross either as something had been jamming their communications before a cannonball had wiped out the entire communications building and presumably everyone inside which included a number of civilian support personell.

"We need more firepower than these things," said Major Talbot to her sergeant.  "Cover me while I make a run for the armoury.  Maybe an RPG can get through whatever they are using to stop our bullets."

"You got it," said Sgt. Golden and he began to lay down a covering fire on the hovering ship as Major Talbot took her bearings and began to sprint across the open ground towards the distant building.  She was halfway there when a cannonball smashed into the ground ten yards away and the impossible explosion sent her flying into the air to land unconscious.

* * *

"Dolphin Woman to the She Legion, can you hear me?" came the voice crackling over Ms. Americana's wrist communicator.

"Glad to hear you are still with us," said the Queen of Justice as she raised her communicator to her lips to speak directly into the mic.  "We are assembling at the docks to meet the invasion.  Can you give us an estimate of their strength."

"About a thousand of them," replied Dolphin Woman, "but they aren't headed for the docks or at least most of them aren't.  They are all spread out along the entire length of the shore in groups of ten or twelve."

"That doesn't make any sense for an invading force," put in Omega Woman who was standing close enough to Ms. Americana to overhear Dolphin Woman's report.

Ms. Americana glanced at her fellow She Legion member who just shrugged.  Cameron Drake was a military intelligence officer and an expert on the tactics of war.   If she thought it was odd then there wasn't an even number in sight.  "We have to let General Ross know," said Ms. Americana.  "He and his men are all marshalling at the docks to meet the invasion.  He is going to have to disperse his troops to cover the entire shoreline."

* * *

"You are out of your fucking mind," snarled General Ross as he glowered at Ms. Americana over the communications screen.  "You bimbos might be of some use catching pic pockets and shoplifters, but you should leave the war to the experts. The     Fish Men will have to keep their forces concentrated to take us on. "

Ms Americana ground her teeth together and tried to ignore the "bimbo" comment as she glared back at the moron with more stars on his uniform than his IQ.  "That is not what our scout is reporting," she tried again.

"Bah, some civilian who is doubtlessly panicked and crapping her panties at the thought of fighting a real battle," interrupted General Ross.  "Now get off this communications link and let me fight my battle."

The line went dead and Ms. Americana decided she had overestimated the General's intelligence when consigning his IQ to low single digits.  Could you have a negative IQ she wondered?

"What do we do now Ms. A?" asked a worried looking Flag Girl.

"We do it the hard way," she replied and looked again at Omega Woman.  "I think we will have to divide into groups of two or three and spread out to meet their groups as they come ashore?"

Omega Woman nodded her agreement.  "The General doesn't seem to know what a flanking manouvre is, if that is what is happening here.  I and some of the other flyers need to get into the air and then we can spot and direct our ground forces to where they need to go."

* * *

Things seem to be going according to plan thought Krong as he motioned to some of his squad leaders.  The humans seemed to have assumed this was a standard invasion and were massing to meet them while his squads were spreading out to attack in a couple of dozen spots all up and down the shoreline.  "Take your squad into the tunnels that run under the city," he told Captain Cruller.  "I want you to penetrate some way into the city before coming up.  That should add to the human's panic."  Cruller nodded his understanding and quickly led his squad away into the underground tunnels.

"I have heard from those who are attacking the human military base," said Hydrangea as she came up beside the warlord.  "Everything is going fine, just as we planned.  We need to only keep the humans occupied for the next few hours and the city will be ours."

Krong nodded.  Once they had taken the city and there was no longer any need for the smug bitch, he would have to find a way to remove her from the picture or at least get her down on her knees where she belonged.

* * *

"BB says she has spotted a group of Fish Men coming ashore near the water treatment plant," said Lady Midnight who was coordinating communications for the defenders.

Ms. Americana frowned.  She was out of heroines to send to help.  She had just sent that new pair of heroines, Ebonee and Ivory to Center Bridge to stop yet another group of the Fish Men.  She debated going herself, but even now she could see a couple dozen of the Fish Men wading up the shore towards her and Flag Girl.

"Wecan handle that," said a new voice and Ms. Americana looked around to see Alpha Woman and Alpha Girl standing there.  She had to suppress a groan at the sight of the pair since the last thing she needed right now were this pair of showoffs.  Alpha Woman must have read the emotion in her eyes because she quickly went on.  "This isn't a stunt.  We just want to help."

Ms. Americana nodded, maybe miracles did happen sometimes.  "The job is all yours," she said and the Alphas raced off to their car and sped away towards the water treatment plant while she and Flag Girl moved to meet their own group of invaders.

* * *

Christoff sat on the bed in his motel room watching the primitive entertainment device the humans called a television.  The human reporters seemed on the verge of panic as they reported multiple groups of the Fish Men coming ashore up and down the coast.

"We have reports that the She Legion has begun to engage the invaders at multiple places along the shore," said a frightened looking Megan Fitzpatrick.  "One of those places is here at the River Landing Mall which is the sight of many high end retail shops."  The woman broke off her commentary suddenly as a harpoon flew through the air between her and her cameraman.  The image shifted violently as if the cameraman had dived for cover which was precisely the case.  When it settled down again, Christoff could hear the female reporter continuing her commentary from off screen.

"That is Got Gal and Got Chic," she narrated as a pair of scantily clad figures flew into view and crashed into the ranks of the Fish Men.

Those were definitely Valusians or Aphrodites as the humans seemed to call them thought Christoff.  This had to be some kind of trick or ruse.  Everyone knew Valusians were evil and vicious.  He had in his short time in Delta City heard about this She Legion and how they were heroes and had assumed it was all propaganda.

Now he watched in real time as the two Valusians took on several dozen of the fearsome looking scaled creatures.  Was it even remotely possible he had been wrong about them and Valusians?  He continued to watch as the dark skinned one of the pair was pulled down by several of the things and her costume ripped from her body, exposing her large, chocolate brown breasts to the view of the camera.  The girl's criesfor help were quickly cut off by the large cock shoved into her mouth and her face fucked hard.  The Law Enforcement Officer couldn't bring himself to look away from the sight until suddenly the older Valusian of the pair yanked the face rapist off her companion and sent him flying into a knot of the Fish Men, sending them all flying.  The black girl scrambled back to her feet, cum dripping down her chin as she gathered up the green jewel that had held her top together.  She tucked it into her bottoms and that  seemed to reenergize her and now topless, she began to lay into the enemies around her with renewed ferocity.

* * *

Steve opened the locked main doors of Sanctuary and quickly pulled Emily inside and a half dozen other frightened people folowed her intside.  Outside, he could hear screams  and running feet in the distance s he slammed and relocked the doors.  "Not a nice night to be out on, Emily," he commented dryly.

"I dont think it is a good night to be anywhere in Delta City," replied Emily as she and Fellah made their way to a table to sit down.  She had found it incredible that panicking people had looked to her for help as she calmly walked through the city streets, so she had led them here to Sanctuary.  There had been a bad moment when a couple of somethings had come up through a manhole, but they had gotten away.  She had been worried that Fellah had gotten lost, but he caught up to them a few minutes later and there hadn't been any sounds of pursuit.

"We've got trouble down in the tunnels," said Frank over the earbud in Steve's ear and the large blonde man cursed silently.  Cyril had been out buying supplies when the attack started and hadn't made it back yet which left him in charge.  He thought about going down to the tunnels as Captain Glory to deal with the trouble, but he could hear renewed screaming from outside and knew he needed to stay here to keep people calm.

"Kellog, can you and your girlfriend handle the trouble in the tunnels?" he called over to the mutoid.

"Can do," rumbled Kellog who was already moving.  "Guardian is sending me directions."

"I'm not his girlfriend!" hissed Elsa as she hurried to catch up with the massive figure of her companion.

* * *

"Oh no, not again,"moaned Azure Angel as the young Asian heroine felt the Fish Man's cock slam into her pussy frombehind as she was bent over a benchin Perez Park.  "I am so fucking tired of being raped by anything with a cock!"

"Shut up bitch, I can tell you love it," said Vookor with a sneer as the Fish Man grabbed her long dark hair and gave it a yank.  "Your cunt is squeezing my dick like its an old friend and I can tell how wet you are."

Well that was true enough thought Azure Angel,but it was all the fault of her damned AphroditeGene. and she moaned again as her large breasts swung back and forth like fleshy pendulums from the force of the thing thrusting in and out of her,  Damn, where the hell was the backup that Ms. Americana had promised her?

Suddenly a bolt of magical power stabbed into  Vooker and sent him flying backwards even as his cock was spurting cum into her pussy and Angel felt it now splashing on her ass and back.  The other Fish Men who had been watching Angel get fucked and waiting their turn scattered as more bolts of mystical power slammed into them.  Yummi staggered to her feet and glared at Hexanna.  "It's about time you got here!"

"Sorry Angel, I ran into a bunch of these assholes as I was leaving my shop," said Hexanna and she looked down at her rather tattered uniform.  "You might say I had some of the same problems you did for a while before I had a mouth empty to cast a spell."

"Fine, whatever," replied Azure Angel as she retrieved her utility belt and not bothering with the shreds of cloth that had once been her uniform.  She pulled her throwing stars from a pouch and yelled "duck" as she threw them at the two Fish Mensneaking up on the sorceress.  Hexanna threw herself flat on reflex and heard her would be assailants scream in pain as the sharp points of the stars sank into their flesh.

* * *

"It's a good thing that Rex made these costumes to be self mending," said Nevada Jones, otherwise known to the world as the new heroine Ivory as she tucked her boobs back under cover.  "That's the third time I have had it ripped off today."

"Only two for me," smirked her partner Nefertari, the queen of the long forgotten realm of Eqt and now Ivory's partner Ebonee.

"Yeah, but I never got nailed yet," smirked Nevada in reply as she watched her partner and lover return her boobs to cover even as a bit of white goo dripped down her dark legs in a rivilet emenating from her pussy.

"There were four of them that jumped me at once," complained Nefertari.  "I did take out three of them after you were good enough to pull the one fucking me off."  With that, the dark skinned heroine looked down at the Fish Man who lay on the ground choking with Nevada's whip marks on his throat and she gave him another hard kick when she remembered the indignity he had visited upon her with his slimy cock.

"Well dont look now, but here they come again," said Nevada uncoiling her whip and gesturing towards the Fish Men who had regrouped and were now advancing once more.

Nefertari picked up her battle staff and then with a war cry turned and charged the startled invaders.  "For Eqt, For Delta City and may the testicles of your children for twenty generations rot and fall off like overripe plums!"

"That's my girl," agreed Nevada and quickly ran after Nefertari to join the battle once more.

* * *

"Stop!" cried Cruller as he held up his hands pleadingly towards the figure holding him by the neck.  "We should be allies in attacking the puny humans."

"I don't think so," replied Kellog and he slammed the Fish Man's head into the wall again.

"But, but why are you defending them?" gasped Cruller when his head stopped ringing so loudly.

"You and yur men weren't very nice to my girlfriend," replied Kellog as he slammed the Fish Man's head into the wall again.  This time a pointed tooth fell out and clinked on the metal floor.

"I'm not your girlffriend," pouted Elsa, "and getting raped by one of those things is more than 'not nice' if you ask me."  The now naked blonde gave one of the unconscious Fish Men strewn around her a hard kick in the ribs to make sure it wasn't faking unconsciousness.  "And I didn't need you to rescue me like some fucking damsel in distress.  I took out half a dozen of these things on my own."

"yes dear," replied Kellog meekly and slammed Cruller's head into the wall again which yielded another pattering of teeth on the floor.

* * *
"What the fuck? Lisa gasped as a couple dozen black, scaly creatures seemed to pop out of the ground around the race track and start attacking everyone in sight.  This wasn't part of the entertainmen and those things were attacking people with talons and teeth as people began to scream an try to run away.  Well no one was going to stop her from winning this race she thought and aimed her car at one of the creatures and watched it go bouncing away as her fender caught it.  Lisa grinned and took aim at another pair of the things even as she flashed by the pits and saw Felix whacking one with a wrench.  This is fun , she thought as she mowed down two more of the things.  They should make a video game about this kind of thing!

* * *

Trax and Snarker had gotten separated from the rest of their squad after coming up out of the sewers.  The few humans they saw haad screamed and run away before they could catch them and now they had decided to go into one of the buildings to find some fun.

"It looks like there are a bunch of the humans in that building overp there," said Trax pointing across the street.  Snarker grinned to display his full set of sharp teeth and the two Fish Men crossed the deserted street and pushed the door open.

"Stupid humans were too scared to remember to lock the door," sneered Snarker.

The two Fish Men looked at the dozen or so humans standing there.  An old man and an equally old woman with slanted eyes stood at the front of their group.  Both were holding very large and very sharp looking knives.  In fact as the two Fish Men looked at the other humans, they saw they were all armed with very sharp looking weapons.

"Ah, we are so glad to see you," said the old man.  "We haven't been able to make Fish Man Pizza since the last time a couple of you chaps wandered in to terrorize us poor defenseless humans."

Trax and Snarker stumbled over each other in their haste to get out the door of Wong's Pizza and back to the sewers.  They both had a sudden urge to move to some plae safer like the bottom of the Marianna Trench.

* * *

Another squad of the Fish Men had come to the same idea as Trax and Snarker and had broke through the locked doors of the main branch of the Delta City Public Library.  Instead of the panicked screams of frightened humans, all they found was one girl in a Green, white and blue costume who was flashing in various colours.

"You know, we just got those doors fixed after the last invasion," said the girl peevishly.

"Isn't that just too bad," sneered Lorx, the squad leader as he got a better look at the girl in the skimpy costume that didn't do much to hide the large rack she sported.  This looked like it was going to be his lucky day.  Lucky for the rest of the squad as well after he had his use of her.  He let his cock slide out of its sheath and stroked it as he regarded the girl to watch the panic.  He so loved seeing that look of fear and horror in the eyes of a human female before he raped them.  Only something seemed a little off here.

"That's all you got?" sneered Ms. Patriot.  "That little bitty thing doesnt even make the top ten of the cocks I have seen in the last week."

"You will pay for that insult," snarled Lorx as he watched the girl start to glow red.  Was it his imagination or was it getting warmer in here?  A lot warmer?

"I know you guys can live on land as long as you don't dry out too much," said Ms. Patriot as she glowed brighter and brighter and the library lobby got hotter and hotter.  A few minutes later, she was the only one still standing as she looked down at the collapsed forms of Lorx and his squad.   "Dehydration is such a bitch," she remarked to herself and looking at the now shrivelled little cock of the squad leader which was about the size of a peanut she snickered.

* * *

"That's what we came for alright," said Pirate King as he, Sampson and Lola stood gazing down at the gleaming metal object.

"Aye, now let's stop gabbing and grab it and get out of here," said Ghost Pirate.  "Those folks were mighty determined to stop us from getting it, especially that last fellah with the stripes on his shoulder.  It took two punches from the black heathen to put him down finally."

Sampson growled and rubbed his bruised knuckles.  "He got in a lucky punch or two is all."

"Poor baby, want me to kiss it and make it better?" asked Lola.

"It's just skinned knuckles," protested Sampson.

"I was thinking about the other place you got hit," snickered Lola while Ghost Pirate and Pirate King both winced in sympathy.

* * *

"They seem to be pulling back," said Ms. Americana into her wrist communicator.

"Yes,"agreed Lady Midnight.  "Green Spectre is reporting the same thing from her location in the warehouse district.  She says Spectre Girl hasn't been banged by one of those things in at least  10 minutes.  I'm not sure if Axanna was complaining  or jealous."

"Does this mean we won?" asked Flag Girl wiping a hand over her blonde hair trying to remove a large white gob of suspicious origin.

"I don't knw," admitted Ms. Americana.

"If I didn't know better, I would have thought this whole thing was a feint or a diversion," said Omega Woman landing beside Ms. Americana.  "It didn't seem like they were really serious and were just trying to keep us busy."

"That's because it was," said an unfamiliar voice that came crackling over all the She Legion communicators and every radio and television set in Delta City.

"Who the hell?" muttered Ms Americana.

"My name is Phantasia," said the voice, "or you can call me the new ruler of this city."

"Like hell," snarled Ms. Americana as she balled her hands into fists, ready for another fight.

"Oh don't be so sure of yourself," laughed Phantasia.  "I suggest you come to the plaza outside your city hall, so I can explain it to your puny little minds."

* * *

All of the heroines converged on the plaza to find two scantily clad, buxom women waiting for them along with a small detachment of the Fish Men.  Standing between the two stunning women was King Argon and his warlord Krong was just behind him.  A few seconds later, a very angry General Ross arrived in his personal jeep after spending several hours waiting at the docks for not a single enemy to show up.

"What is all this about?" demanded Ms. Americana striding up to the two women and their fish Men allies.  On the way to the plaza, Omega Woman had told her about her encounter with Phantasia a few days ago, so the de facto leader of the She Legion was not expecting anything good.

[Author's Note:  See "They Came From Outer Space for more details on Omega Woman's encounter with Phantasia.] 

"It is about you surrendering the city to us," said Phantasia, "and acknowledging me as your ruler."

"You mean me," said Argon with a snarl as he turned towards the alien woman.

"Not really," sneered Phantasia.  "You were merely a useful tool, you and your army of monsters.  I control everything with this," and she flourished a remote control with an impressive set of buttons. "I decide who runs things.  Be a good litle king and I will let you have these cows to fuck."

Argon prepared to order his men to attack the bitch, but Ms. Americana put up a hand and gestured for the king to shut up.  "What is that control for?" she asked.   "What makes you think it gives you the ability to call the shots about anything?"

"It controls this," said Phantasia standing aside so the heroines and the media could see the gleaming metal object behind her. 

Ms. Americana heard General Ross gasp.  "The SMFB-7!"

"The what?" asked Ms. Americana.

It was Omega Woman who answered instead of the General.  "The sMFB-7 or the Super Mother Fucker Bomb version 7, the most powerful nuclear warhead in our arsenaal.  It was a diversion so they could break into the base and steal it.  What moron would leave it unguarded?"  The blonde heroine turned to glare at General Ross who didn't say anything and just stood there glowering.

"So you have a bomb, now what?" asked Ms. Americana turning back to Phantasia.

"Now your country will cede this city to me and the area around it for 100 of your earth miles or I will turn it into vapour," said Phantasia.

"You are bluffing," said Got Gal.  "You will get vapourized along with everyone else if you use that thing."
 
"Do you want to call my bluff?" smirked Phantasia.   "I and my sisters are stranded on your primative planet.  What have we got to lose?  All we are asking for is this small bit to rule as we please.  Surely that is not too much to ask for two million lives?"  Phantasia didn't bother to tell these fools that taking Delta City was only the first step in her plan to conquer and rule the entire planet, but they would find that out later.

* * *

Sitting at his table in the Naked Parrot, the bland looking man smiled and snapped his fingers.  He then drained his glass of rum which was truly foul stuff and stood up.  It was time to leave town before things got too hot around here.  A few million degrees to hot in fact.

* * *

"I still say she is bluffing," hissed Got Gal.

"Probably," agreed Ms. Americana, "but that isn't our call to make.  This is going to have to be kicked upstairs all the way to the president."

"Umm, hey ladies" said Megan Fitzpatrick suddenly.  "Is that thing supposed to be doing that?"

"What?" asked Ms. Americana spinning around to look at the bomb where an LED display had come to life and now read "5:00 ... 4:59 .... 4:58 ... 4:57 ..."

"The detonator on the bomb has been triggered," yelled Omega Woman.  "We have less than five minutes until it goes boom and takes out the entire city!"

"I told you it would take time to contact the president about something this big," cried Ms. Americana glaring at Phantasia.

"What?  I didn't do anything!" yelled a panicked looking Phantasia as she began to punch buttons on the remote.  "I can't stop it, the remote isn't working!"

"Maybe it needs new batteries?" suggested Flag Girl.

"The batteries are fine," snapped Phantasia.  "I stopped at a 8 / 12 store on the way here and put in a new set.  Do I look stupid or something?"

"Do you really want us to answer that one? asked Lady Midnight.

"Here try these," said Night Raven as she pulled a vibrator out of her utility belt.  "I know these are good."  The scourge of the night looked around when she saw everyone staring at her and the dildo.  "What?  Sometimes it is a slow crime night and a girl has to keep herself entertained up on the rooftops.  I mean give me a break, like none of you have ever done it?"

Ms. Americana gave her head a shake and grabbed the batteries from Night Raven and handed them to Phantasia who frantically opened up the remote and began pulling out the current batteries.

"Is that the SMFO-8?" asked Amazing Babe as she sidled up to Night Raven and looked down at the large purpele dildo.

"No, it is the SMFO-9," replied Night Raven.  "You can tell by the new enhanced ridges on the shaft.  It just came out last week.  I saw the ad in the back of the Christmas issue of SuperBimbo,.  You know the one with Power Lass as the centerfold?"

"They drugged me with Bliss to get those pictures," growled Power Lass.  "I dont normally do things like that with a horse!"

"What things?" Spectre girl asked curiously as her mother gave her a look of despair.

"Don't worry, I'll lend you my copy later," said Flag Girl.

"Assuming there is a later," put in champion Girl as she watched Phantasia fumble the batteries into place and try pressing buttons.

"What does the SMFO stand for?" asked Jungle Babe as she leaned in to examine the dildo more closely.

"Super Mega Fantastic Orgasm," replied Night Raven, "and trust me there is truth in advertising sometimes".

"Um, ladies, this is all very interesting," put in Megan Fitzpatrick, but the timer is down to 1:07 and I was hoping to have a longer life than this."

"It still doesn't work!" cried Phantasia as she kept clicking buttons and pointing the remote at the bomb.

Are you sure you put the batteries in correctly?" suggested Ms. Americana. 

"Yes, Im sure," growled Phantasia.  "The little nubby thing is the positive end ... or is it the negative?"  The alien villainess quickly opened the remote and reversed the batteries, but still the remote didn't work.

"Um, 46 seconds people," interjected Megan.

"I can fly it away," said Amazing Babe reaching towards the bom to pick it upb.

"No time," said Omega Woman stopping her. "You can't get far enough away and an air burst will be even worse."

"34 seconds," said Megan.

* * *

Emily had been listening to the drama unfold along with everyone else at Sanctuary on the large screen television that Kellog had donated, saying he had recently acquired a new, bigger one and didn't need two television sets to watch porn on.  Cyril had accepted the gift and had the television and remote thoroughly sterilized before mounting it on the wall.  Beside her, Fellah whined and licked her hand.  He looked meaningfgully at her when she glanced down at him and barked.  Yes, that might work she agreed as if she understood the barking.  Unnoticed by the others who were preoccupied by their imminent deaths on television, Emily stepped back and concentrated on her ring.

First, she did something new and a blackness surrounded her body like a costume and then added a mask as an afterthought.  Next, she created a teleport disk and stepped through it to emerge next to the bomb in the plaza.  Before anyone could say anything or barely register her presence, she activated her ring one more time and a shroud of blackness surrounded the bomb and began to contract.  Emily couldn't see anything but the blackness, but that didn't matter as the blackness and the bomb shrank into a point then vanished.  Somewhere there was a  flash of light like an old fashioned camera flash bulb going off and a faint POP.

"Who are you and what did you do with the bomb?" said an incredulous Ms. Americana as she felt her heart start up again.

"I er, just got rid of the thing where it won't hurt anyone," said Emily.  "As for who I am, I guess you can call me The Void."
* * *

Epilogue The First

In the excitement and confusion, Emily summoned another transport disk and returned to Sanctuary where she sank down into a booth, toaly exhausted.  A little while later Steve brought her a hamburger and fries along with a glass of Coke Zero which she gratefully began to devour as she discovered the exertion with the ring had left her famished and for once her dislike of accepting charity was overruled by her stomach.

"Er, just a suggestion Emily," said Steve after watching the girl eat for a few minutes.

"Shoot," said Emily with a mouthfull of fries as she looked in his general direction.

"The next time you go superheroing and save the city, I would leave your white cane home if I were you.  It's kind of a dead giveaway about your secret identity," said the large man and he walked back into the kitchen.

* * *

Epilogue The Second

In the excitement and confusion, both the Fish People and the two women escaped.  Phantasia and Hydrangea later reappeared at a table in the Naked Parrot, the exact same one the bland man had been sitting at though they didn't know about him or it.

"Well that was sure a bust," rumbled  Hydrangea as she took a sip of the rum and made a face. 

"It doesn't matter," said Phantasia with a wave of her hand.  "A minor setback at best."  She too took a sip of her rum and made a face, wondering how some of the rocket fuel from her escape pod had gotten in her drink.  Hydrangea looked at her sister quizzically and Phantasia laughed.  "I just got a message that the other four have joined up and will be here in a few days.  With our full power once more united, we will either rule this city or turn it into a wasteland."

The End