Heroine Addict
By Autolycus, maynlinz@earthlink.net
A super heroine gets a sidekick, whether she wants one or not.


When Law & Order Need A Hand, She's The Gal For The Job!

NightFox, Vol. II

HEROINE ADDICT

(c) 2000 Autolycus

Genevieve Patsy Tucker, known as "Vixen" to her friends, since she has no
family, was just an average street punk...until she stole the Seal of
Erishkigal from her old gang and bonded with the Sumerian Goddess of the
Underworld. Now, each night the Goddess inside her takes control, transforming
her into NightFox, Los Angeles' newest super heroine. This is the story of how
she got her sidekick and their first battle with a real live super villainess
named Vibra.

Maxine knew she should have tried harder to get out of the office before it
got dark. But the report needed to be done by tomorrow and her assistant had
let her down once again by failing to complete some of the necessary research
thoroughly enough to meet her admittedly exacting standards, forcing her to do
it herself. As she had exited the building she had decided that first thing
tomorrow she would do what she should have done moths ago and fire her
worthless ass. But now, as she hurried to her car, her only thoughts were on
the shadowy figures she saw standing in the darkness beyond the circles of
light that dotted the huge parking lot.

She fumbled in her purse for her key chain and pressed the button on her
remote that not only disabled her car alarm but unlocked her driver's door
besides. With a sigh of relief she grabbed the door handle and was about to
open it when a hand suddenly clamped itself over her mouth.

"Shhh, baby, don't make a sound," hissed a deep voice in her ear. Another hand
slid around her body, moving slowly up her stomach to circle her left breast.
"We just wanna play." He then dragged her away from her car and over toward
the bushes lining the parking lot.

Maxine was dimly aware of other figures approaching as they reached a grassy
area beyond the shrubbery and she offered no resistance as a leering black man
with cold hands yanked her skirt off. She was an attractive woman with light
hair and dark eyes and a figure that was the result of the company gym of
which she was quite proud. As the man holding her mouth continued to fondle
her tit a woman with golden skin walked up and stood in front of her.

The woman was either Hawaiian or Polynesian, with long dark hair and equally
dark eyes and finely chiseled arched cheeks. She was wearing a red halter-top
that barely contained her large, round breasts and a pair of tight silver
spandex pants that accentuated her full ass nicely. The skimpy outfit also
showed off her hard abdominals and well-developed upper body, particularly her
arms, which were more muscular than most men's. "Don't worry, honey, no one's
gonna hurt you. Well, not much anyway," she grinned, stepping close enough
that her larger melons pressed against the trapped woman's smaller ones and
reaching down and grabbing her pantied crotch and squeezing it. "After my boys
warm you up, pretty girl, you and I will party." She yanked Maxine's purse off
her shoulder and began going through it. "She's all yours, fellas."

"Please, no. Take my money, my car, whatever you want, but just don't..." she
sobbed as soon as the hand was removed from her mouth.

"I love it when chicks beg," chuckled the man who had been holding her as he
stepped around in front of her. He was a huge Mexican with a buzz cut and a
body that looked like it had been carved from a single piece of bronze. His
hairless chest, with its impressive pectorals, was plainly visible thanks to
the suede vest he was wearing. His equally impressive package was also plainly
visible as it caused his tight jeans to bulge. He casually reached down and
unzipped his pants. "And, believe me, sweetheart, this is worth begging for,"
he said as his long, hard dick sprang out.

"Oh, I don't know, I think this is a much more impressive shaft," said a
female voice above them.

They all looked up and saw a woman with dark hair and eyes that seemed to glow
with azure flames perched on the ledge that ran around the building about
twelve feet off the ground. She was wearing a tight-fitting outfit made of
dark blue spandex which wrapped itself around her like a python, fitting so
snuggly as to be almost indistinguishable from her own flesh. The suit left
her back and midriff exposed while covering her breasts and pubic area. Her
hands and feet were encased in gloves and boots, both of which climbed past
their respective joints before ending in thin strips which attached to the
main costume, and her face was concealed by a dark mask which flared at the
corners of her eyes, giving the impression of ears. A golden belt encircled
her waist and a similar band encased her ivory throat. "Don't you agree?" she
asked, looking at the glowing golden sword in her left hand.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded the female gang leader, pulling a knife from
her waistband and flicking it open.

"Call me NightFox--That's one word when the reporters ask--and I'm here to
protect the denizens of this fair metropolis from your scurrilous kind. So,
you can either surrender and make it easy on yourselves, or we can have some
fun. Your call," she grinned, springing from the ledge, doing a triple
somersault and landing right next to Maxine in the midst of the gang, causing
them to back away from their intended victim. "Are you all right, miss?" she
asked the shaken woman. She jerked her head up and down but NightFox saw that
she was pretty shaken up and cursed herself for not moving in sooner.

You got here as fast as you could, Eri, Vixen said inside her head. Now, clean
these creeps' clocks and then get her out of here.

"How about we call you a stupid dead whore instead?" the Island woman snarled.
"Waste her."

The Mexican smiled and zipped up his pants. "Be a shame to mess you up,
chiquita," he said, pounding his right fist into his left palm. "And it would
be a real tragedy if someone got hurt by your toy sword."

As his fellow gang member held her attention, the black man snuck around
behind her and quietly unwound a chain from around his waist and wrapped it
around his right hand.

A sudden swish of air and the big Mexican's pants were around his ankles,
sliced neatly off just above where his still erect penis bulged in his briefs.
"Still think it's a toy, muchacho?" NightFox asked with a feral smile. She
suddenly jumped up and flipped backward over Maxine, doing a 180-degree turn
and landing with her feet firmly planted and her sword arm extended. "Nope, I
didn't forget about you, bro." The glowing weapon's point was less than an
inch from the black man's nose.

"This bitch ain't human!" cried the Mexican, pulling up on his pants but
realizing there was no way to keep them up and then trying to step out of them
instead. Unfortunately, his boots made that impossible and he ended up hopping
up and down on one foot as he struggled to remove the ruined jeans.

"I don't care if she's a fucking cartoon, waste her ass," the female leader
ordered. "Now!"

"I wouldn't," said NightFox, shaking her head as the black man waved his
chain-wrapped fist.

"No choice, baby," he said, ducking under the sword and swinging the end of
the chain at NightFox's legs.

The brunette easily jumped up and over the clumsy swing and while in the air
kicked out with both feet. The black man was sent flying backward when he
caught both her boots in his face. He got up slowly, rubbing his chin and
advanced on her, still swinging the chain as if it made any difference at all
in the outcome of their contest.

Meanwhile, the Mexican had finally managed to free one of his legs from his
pants and was working on the other when Maxine came up behind him and leveled
a kick between his legs. The man grunted in agony as his balls were driven up
inside of him and when his hands instinctively reached for his groin he lost
his balance and fell face-first onto the grass, leaving his ass sticking up in
the air. Maxine couldn't resist the tempting target and raised her foot and
then stomped down, stabbing the heel of her shoe deep into his butt and
bringing a strangled cry from the downed man. "How do you like it, bastard?"
she hissed, kicking him between the legs again.

But this time, since his hands were down there protecting his damaged manhood,
he was able to grab her foot and pull on it, causing her to fall to her back.
Keeping his grip on her foot, he stood up and turned around, still leaning
over and obviously favoring his crotch, but with an evil glint in his dark
eyes. "You should have run when you had the chance, chiquita," he said with
quiet menace.

"But then I would have missed out on this," she said, kicking him squarely in
the dick with her free foot. When he gasped and dropped her other foot and
leaned over even farther, she snapped it up and nailed him in the bottom of
the chin. Then, she kicked him right in the nose with her first foot, knocking
him to his back.

On the other side of the small yard the black man had once more lunged at
NightFox, this time trying to sling the chain around her ivory throat. But she
raised the golden sword to block it and the chain wrapped around it instead.

The black pulled back and grinned cruelly, his white teeth seeming to glow in
his dark face. "Now I have you, bitch," he said quietly.

"I think it's the other way around," she said, jerking the sword around in a
wide swing that pulled the man off his feet. She raised the sword over her
head and continued to spin, whipping the hapless man around and around. "See?"

He screamed as he literally flew around her, trying frantically to unwrap the
chain from his hand and free himself despite the dizzying effect his ride was
having on him. Seeing what he was attempting, NightFox abruptly slashed
downwards with the sword and halted her spinning, causing the black to slam
into the ground face-first with so much force that his head ended up partially
buried in the soft turf, making him look a bit like an ostrich.

NightFox pulled him free by the waistband of his jeans and spun him around. "I
told you," she said, punching him in the face with the end of the sword's
hilt. His head wobbled drunkenly on his neck and his legs turned to jelly as
consciousness slipped away from him and he would have slumped to the ground
had the super heroine not held him up by the lapels of his brightly colored
shirt.

Meanwhile, when Maxine attempted another kick at the downed Mexican's groin,
he startled her by suddenly sitting up and reaching for her. She cried out and
tried to back away but he grabbed her ankle and once more yanked her off her
feet. "Now, you bitch, you're gonna regret kicking me," he snarled, crawling
towards her.

Hearing Maxine's cry, NightFox whirled around and threw the barely conscious
black directly into the face of his Mexican friend. There was a sickening
crunch as their heads slammed together and neither man made any move to get
up.

NightFox knelt down beside the relieved woman and smiled. "That was brave, but
not very smart," she said. Her right foot suddenly shot back and upwards,
catching the Island girl in her lower gut as she attempted to knife the
heroine from behind. "Be right back," she told a happily surprised Maxine,
"one more piece of trash to take out."

She stood and picked up the knife from where the other woman had dropped it.
"You call this a knife?" she mocked, snapping it in two. "This is a knife,"
she grinned, pulling a glowing dagger from the air. She slashed at the other
woman's top and cut it neatly away without so much as nicking her golden-brown
flesh, exposing the impressive breasts. "And those are some serious tits." She
smiled mischievously and then punched first one and then the other with hard,
sharp shots that sank her fists in up to the wrist and brought satisfying
grunts of agony from the big girl.

"I really hate rapists," NightFox remarked, delivering a swooping left/right
combo that landed on the underside of the fleshy mounds and drove them
painfully upward. "They're cowards. And bullies. And all-around scum," she
said, punctuating each epithet with a powerful tit shot. "But you know what's
even worse than rapists?" she asked, pausing in her assault and lifting the
gasping Islander's face with one hand while her other clamped onto a red melon
and squeezed it painfully.

"Dumb ass bitches who think they're some kind of comic book freak?" the other
woman growled, grabbing NightFox by the shoulders and ramming her knee up hard
between her legs. "You talk too much, honey," she said, snapping the heroine's
head around with a right hook. "That's the trouble with you law and order
types, always running your damn mouths, thinking you've got all the fucking
answers." As she spoke she let loose with a devastating flurry of punches to
the stunned heroine's face, chest, and belly that caused her to stumble
backward awkwardly. "Well, sweetie, Belinda Love has heard it all before and
she sure as shit don't need to hear it from some pin-up queen Wonder Woman
wannabe," she sneered, grabbing the dazed brunette by the hair and drawing her
down into a choking front headlock. "I'll give you this much, though, honey:
You got some impressive moves and you're not in bad shape, but you're a
supermodel compared to me." She thrust her knee up into NightFox's chest,
driving the air from her lungs as the strangling hold prevented her from
getting any new oxygen into her system. "You feel the power in my legs? I can
crush the life from a man, or woman, with these pythons, or stomp nosy tramps
like you into the dirt." She pulled the gagging super heroine in closer,
tightening the chokehold and bringing her knee up into the brunette's gut with
piston-like power and precision until the scantily-clad figure in her grip
went limp and the legs buckled.

The Island girl shook her experimentally, retaining her punishing neck hold,
and said with a sneer, "Belinda Love ain't no fool, honey. Shamming won't work
on me. I've no problem with keeping this hold on your sorry ass until you
die."

"In that case there's no point in waiting to do this," NightFox announced,
plunging one fist into the other woman's belly and the other in between her
legs. Amazingly, she then lifted the surprised woman off her feet and over her
head, causing her to finally release the chokehold. "And you said I talked too
much," she remarked, shaking her head and body-slamming the big Islander to
the ground so hard that she bounced. She quickly jumped astride the supine
woman and delivered a series of rapid lefts and rights to her face, drawing
grunts from her recent tormentor as each blow struck. "Anyway, as I was saying
before I was so rudely interrupted, the people I hate even worse than rapists
themselves are the people who encourage them." She scooted back and fired
several punches into the already red and sore tits and then a few into the
tempting belly. The first few thudded off Belinda's six-pack but then the
muscles gave way and her fists sank deep into the tenderized flesh, drawing
pained gasps from the Island girl. "In case you were wondering, that means
you. So, it's upsy-daisy time," she grinned, standing up and hauling the
winded, crying girl to her knees. NightFox then reached down and grabbed her
by the throat with one hand and thrust the other between her legs and
proceeded to lift her up and over her head. "Actually, it's more like
downsy-daisy time, I guess," she laughed, jumping up into the air then
spinning completely around and slamming the Islander to the ground so hard
this time that she actually ended up embedded in the supple earth.

Nodding, and with a drawn out sigh of relief, she walked over the unconscious
woman, making sure to grind her heels into the big girl's tits for good
measure, and helped Maxine to her feet. "See? No problem," she smiled as the
other woman retrieved her clothes and purse.

"How did you survive? I thought she was killing you," Maxine remarked as she
got dressed while the heroine checked to make sure the two men were still out.

"It's a Goddess thing," NightFox replied with a toss of her head.

* * * * *

Leiko Mieda was a fairly typical young Japanese woman. She had been raised in
the village of Yakumo on Uchiuru Bay on the island of Hokkaido and had a very
traditional upbringing. She had completed her schooling with high marks and
been hired by a video game company and worked for several years in relative
obscurity until the company she worked for had been bought out, engulfed,
really, by Vastiff Incorporated, a multi-billion software development company
that had recently branched into the video game industry by introducing it's
own gaming console: The V-Station. Leiko had been worried that she would lose
her job when the takeover happened, but the opposite had proved to be the
case; she had been given a generous raise and moved to the conglomerate's LA
headquarters to continue working on her forte: Peripheral devices to enhance
the game playing experience.

Before joining Vastiff she had already developed a unique attachment that
added the sense of smell to the equation. The Special Edition Smellavsion
Controller had been a major best seller in Japan and helped propel mediocre
fair like Junior's Junkyard Jubilee and Perfume Patty's Dial-A-Date into
bestseller status. In her first few years working for Vastiff she had been
instrumental in the success of several products and had many more on the
drawing board.

Her current project was a return to the roots of gaming. She was going back to
the old concept of the "vibrating" controller, but giving it a decidedly new
twist by expanding the peripheral from a simple hand-held device to a full
body stocking covered with numerous tiny vibrating units. Leiko was known for
her dedication and anyone passing by the Research and Development labs
wouldn't have been shocked to see the attractive Japanese woman working so
late. But, as it was so late, there was no one to see her as she eagerly
slipped into the prototype to try it out.

The snug-fitting suit was pure white, although it tended to look more gray
because of the countless tiny vibrators, and it showed off Leiko's taller than
average body excellently, cupping her small, but round and firm breasts and
displaying off her curvaceous ass to perfection. She had brown eyes and short
black hair that she'd highlighted with platinum blue streaks. Her face was
attractive and more angular than most of her people, with high cheekbones and
full lips.

She adjusted the special gloves and boots and switched the power on and her
body was instantly bathed in a comforting sensation of warmth. Leiko next
turned on the gaming console itself and readied herself as the opening credits
of Resident Raider IX: The Curse of Xerox ran as the game loaded. Then, after
bypassing the introductory FMV sequence, the heroine, the busty and
resourceful Jena Loft, was in the middle of a firefight with hordes of gun
wielding undead and a veritable army of dragon-like bipeds that breathed fire.

"Ungh!" she grunted when a full clip of hollow-points exploded in Jena's gut
on the screen and she felt the impact as if it had happened to her. Okay, she
thought, concentrating more fully on the game and taking out the zombie who'd
shot her, that was a little rougher than I expected. I'm obviously gonna need
to alter the power output or we're gonna be facing lawsuits from the parents
of kids who wind up black and blue from this suit.

She completed the first level easily-She was a major fan of the RR series and
had beaten all nine of the installments numerous times-and grabbed a drink of
soda as the next level loaded. Unfortunately, she underestimated how quickly
that would happen and a razor-toothed alien attacked Jena while she was
drinking, the resulting jolt causing Leiko to spill her soft drink not only
all over the suit, but all over the V-Station as well.

Before she realized what had happened a surge of electricity shot through her
and sent her hurtling across the room, tearing the suit's cord free from the
console. She slammed into a low table and rolled onto the floor, groaning and
rubbing her side. Her dark eyes were closed or she would have no doubt noticed
that the lab had gone totally dark and that her Vibrasuit was glowing.

She slowly sat up and tried to peel off one of the gloves, only to discover
that she couldn't, that it refused to come off. In fact, pulling at it was
almost exactly like pulling on her own skin. She opened her eyes and noticed
the glow. "Uh oh..." she said softly. She climbed to her feet and tried once
more to pull off the glove only to yelp in pain. Looking more closely she saw
with alarm that the glove, and indeed the rest of the suit, was
indistinguishable from her own flesh; that she and the enhanced clothing had
somehow bonded as a result of the electrical surge.

Leiko examined herself carefully and discovered that she was essentially
naked, as the suit hid no part of her anatomy from view. She ran her fingers
over her breasts, teasing the nipples erect just to see if she could, and then
down her stomach and between her legs. While there wasn't an opening in the
suit per se, and there was no longer any hair, she was able to insert her
fingers into her vagina and assure herself that everything was more or less
the same.

Satisfied that she wasn't in any immediate danger at least she sat down in a
chair and tried to think of some way to reverse the process and somehow remove
the prototype. But the more she thought about it, and the more hopeless the
possibility of ever freeing herself from her new skin seemed, the angrier she
got, until she was quite literally shaking with rage.

"Oh!" Leiko exclaimed when her ass suddenly hit the floor. She looked back and
was confused to see the chair she'd been sitting on behind her. She stood up
and examined the chair. It felt warm to the touch but nothing else unusual
about it. She sat back down and began to wonder what Willard Breaches, the CEO
of Vastiff Incorporated, would say when she told him what had happened. She
didn't think he would be too happy and began to quake with fear.

Once again she fell to the floor.

"What the Hell is going on?" she said aloud, standing back up and grabbing the
chair angrily. "Oh, my..." she said slowly when her hand passed right through
it. "Did I die? Am I a ghost?" She ran for the door so she could go to the
ladies' room and check to see if she had a reflection but when she tried to
push open the door she stumbled right through it instead. Tears streaming down
her face, and convinced that she was indeed one of the restless spirits she'd
grown up hearing tales about from her grandfather, she ran from the strangely
darkened building, ignoring the open-mouthed guards and other employees. She
passed through the glass doors of the main entrance as if they weren't there
and dashed into the night.

* * * * *

Eri returned to the house she and Catherine "Pandora" Driver shared a few
hours before sunrise so that she and the delicious blonde could make love
before the Goddess relinquished primary control of the body she and Vixen
shared. Gen was still uncomfortable with the idea that her best friend made
love to her body, more or less--Although, when Erishkigal was in control her
muscles and chest were noticeably larger-but she knew that Pandora and Eri
genuinely cared for one another and didn't have the heart to forbid them to
enjoy each other physically. Besides, a small part of Vixen actually enjoyed
it since it was the closest thing she had to a relationship and it was much
more satisfying than a vibrator or her own fingers. So she was somewhat
looking forward to this morning's lovemaking session.

But when Eri opened the door she was startled to see that the living room was
a total mess. Most of the furniture was shoved awkwardly aside and one side of
the room was littered with the shattered remains of dozens of glass
knickknacks.

"Catherine!" she shouted, rushing down the hall to the young woman's bedroom.

Pandora opened her door and grinned. "Good morning, Eri, Vixen," she said.

"What happened to the living room?" the Goddess demanded, sweeping her into a
tight embrace.

"I had some company," Catherine replied, kissing her cheek.

"Not that crazy thief again?" Eri questioned. The blonde nodded and Erishkigal
shook her head. "Are you all right?"

"Don't I look all right?" she giggled, stepping back and holding her arms up
like some magazine model. She was an attractive blonde in her early twenties
with a generous chest and a body that was in better than average shape thanks
to her membership in a local gym. But the skimpy teddy of blue lace she was
wearing also revealed several fresh bruises that caused the Goddess some
concern.

"Good enough to eat," Eri replied with a mischievous grin. "How does our
friend look?"

"Better than the other big bitch who also showed up tonight," Pandora
snickered.

"What?! You beat up two women? All by yourself?"

"Don't sound so surprised. I've done some amateur wrestling videos and I'm in
great shape," she said, slightly annoyed at Eri's reaction.

"No arguments there, baby," she smiled, scooping the younger woman into her
arms and carrying her to the large bed. "But we'll talk about your other
skills later. Right now I want to experience your more tender side. But not
too tender," she added, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you," Catherine said softly as Eri's clothes
disappeared and she climbed on top of her. She then playfully wrapped her legs
around the Goddess' waist and squeezed. "Much."

As the two women wrestled, kissed and fondled each other Vixen tried to give
them as much privacy as possible by descending into the lowest depths of Eri's
subconscious as she dared.

* * * * *

Later that morning, once Pandora had gone to work and she had the house to
herself, Vixen sat cross-legged on her bed and eagerly checked her e-mail
inbox for a letter from Cal. But, just like every other day, there was nothing
but spam greeting her. She wished for the millionth time that she'd thought to
get his e-mail address, or even his last name, so she could contact him
instead of waiting for him to get in touch with her.

Do you really think cyber-stalking him is the way to go? Eri's voice asked in
her head. If he wants to pursue something with you he'll write or call. Give
him time. He seemed a bit...distracted both times you talked to him.

"I know. That's why I want to hear from him. I'm worried about him," Vixen
replied, deleting the unwanted junk mail from her box.

Of course you are, the Goddess snickered.

"Oh, just...Yes!" she suddenly exclaimed when a chime informed her that she
had new mail and she clicked the mouse, opening it and finding a letter from
the young man in question.

Vik,

Sorry it's taken me so long to write but school is keeping me busier than I
thought it would. I do have some free time tomorrow, though, and was wondering
if you'd like to meet for espresso. Your treat this time. :)

Cal

"Whoo-hoo!!" Vixen shouted, clicking on the reply button.

Maybe you should wait a few minutes to reply so he doesn't think you're too
eager?

"Hell, no! I want him to know how eager I am," Gen replied, typing furiously.

Eri laughed and said, I think he got the idea when you scribbled your number
and e-mail address on that napkin last time.

"Well, I wanna make sure," she said, clicking on the send button. She waited
breathlessly a few minutes and then squealed with delight when the chime
sounded and she opened up his letter.

Sounds great. See you tomorrow.

Cal

Not very chatty for a journalist, Eri observed.

"He's busy," Vixen said defensively. "Besides, he said just what I wanted to
hear."

Oh, you know you were hoping for declarations of his undying love and pages
and pages of sappy poetry, Erishkigal teased.

Vixen just snorted and shut her laptop before heading for the kitchen and
fixing herself some lunch.

* * * * *

Leiko opened her eyes and looked around but it was too dark to see anything
clearly, although there was an odd luminescence coming from somewhere. Even
so, she guessed she was in some sort of dumpster from the smell but couldn't
recall anything past running away from her office the night before. She
cautiously lifted a hand in front of her eyes and gasped when she saw it was
white and glowing. She fought down the rising terror that she was dead and
pushed up on the lid, happy at least that her hand didn't simply pass through
it, and peered out.

She instantly recognized her surroundings. She was in the dumpster behind the
coffee shop just down the road from Vastiff that she'd visited on numerous
occasions. After making sure no one was around she climbed out of the trash
container and crept back towards her office, figuring that if she weren't
actually dead, which she wasn't quite ready to discard as a possibility, her
only hope lay in telling her boss what had happened and counting on his
practically limitless wealth to fix it.

As she made her way through the parking lot she suddenly recalled that she had
some clothes in her car from a recent business trip and altered her course,
unaware of the tendrils of electricity which sprang from every car she passed
and caused her fleshy suit to increase the brightness of its glowing. Upon
reaching her Nissan Ultra, however, she realized she didn't have any way to
get into it since her purse was still in her office.

Disgusted, she pulled on the handle uselessly and was astonished when her hand
was unable to grab it. Shaking with fear she experimentally tried to pass her
hand through the window and wasn't sure whether to be happy or even more
frightened when, with a slight tingling sensation, she did so. Taking a deep
breath she ducked her head inside and then quickly found the clothes. When she
tried to pick them up, however, her hands passed through them as they had
through the car window.

Stifling a scream of frustration, she concentrated on willing her hands solid.
After a few minutes, during which she took long, deep breaths and exhaled them
slowly, she tried again and this time she was able to pick them up. Looking
around, she also discovered that she was now completely inside her car and
kneeling on the front seat, leaning over it to retrieve the clothing from the
back. Confused, but happy nevertheless, she quickly slipped into the casual
slacks and T-shirt and then normally opened the door and got out.

When she reached the main entrance she waved to the security guard and was
about to walk past him when he reached out and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Just a minute, Ms. Mieda," he said, giving her a no-nonsense look.

"What's wrong?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Head of security would like to have a few words with you about a missing
prototype," he said, gently taking her by the arm. "This way, Ms. Mieda."

Leiko figured Chief Daniels would be as good a person as any to relay her
predicament to Mr. Breaches so she willingly allowed herself to be led away.

The pair wound their way into the very bowels of the enormous complex and,
after passing through a huge room filled with monitors and men and women in
uniform who kept an eye on all of them, they arrived at the office of Nola
Daniels, Chief Security Officer of Vastiff Incorporated. The guard who'd
escorted Leiko gestured for her to enter the office and then closed the door
behind her.

"Please, have a seat, Ms. Mieda," Chief Daniels said. Nola Daniels was an
attractive woman in her mid-forties but she looked even younger thanks to a
vigorous work-out regimen that kept her body as fit and trim as it had been
when she was twenty years younger. She had russet hair and green eyes, which
betrayed her Scottish ancestry, and lips that always seemed to be on the verge
of pursing thoughtfully but never quite did. "I'll come right to the point. We
know you removed the Vibrasuit prototype without permission last night in
direct violation of your contract. If the suit is not returned immediately
your position will not only be terminated but you will face legal charges
besides. Do yourself a favor, young lady, and hand the suit over to me now."

Leiko sat in stunned silence listening to Daniels describe her as some sort of
corporate spy. Her mind shot back to the room filled with monitors and she
said, "But you must have seen what happened in my lab last night, so you know
I didn't take it on purpose."

"Unfortunately, there was an unusual power spike in the main generators last
night that caused a complex-wide shut down and the last footage we have is of
you trying the prototype out," Nola replied, gazing thoughtfully at the young
woman, trying to decide if she were incredibly brave and trying to brazen her
theft out or genuinely innocent. "If you didn't take it, who did, Ms. Mieda?"

"I didn't take it. I mean, not exactly. What I mean is, this is it!" Leiko
stood up and held out her hands and Daniels noticed the glowing for the first
time. Nola gasped when she saw that even though it appeared as if Leiko were
wearing gloves, the incomprehensible truth of the matter was that her flesh
itself had the white hue as her fingernails were plainly visible and free from
any covering. "There was an accident and somehow the damn suit and I bonded
and now I can't get the stupid thing off. I thought I was a ghost or something
and just ran off. I wasn't thinking very clearly."

"Okay, Ms. Mieda, just calm down and I'll contact Mr. Breaches for
instructions." She reached for her intercom but was knocked to her back when a
tongue of electricity leaped from it to Leiko's hand.

As the current enveloped the Japanese woman like a cocoon, the door to the
office burst open and one of the security staff rushed in and pulled his
weapon. "Are you all right, chief?" he yelled. "We heard a blast of static."
Getting no response, he edged around the sphere of blue lightning until he saw
Chief Daniels lying on the floor behind her desk. "All security personnel
report to the command center immediately! We have an intruder and Chief
Daniels is down. Repeat: Chief Daniels is down. Get a med. team over here
SAP!" he barked into his radio. A second later a stream of power shot from the
bubble to his handset and he dropped it and began firing at the figure within
the current's embrace.

Leiko screamed but the bullets never struck her. Instead, they passed right
through her and into the control room beyond. This naturally caused the
security people to fire back. Unfortunately for the guard in the office, their
bullets also passed harmlessly through Leiko and thudded into the wall behind
him, one of them striking him in the arm before it did.

"Stop it! Stop it, you idiots, before you kill each other!" she cried.
Suddenly the cocoon collapsed around her as the room went dark and she
literally ran through the stunned men and women and right through the walls
until she reached the outside.

After she'd gone, the wounded guard called in the subject's escape and then
made his way over to Chief Daniels in the harsh red lighting of the emergency
back-up generators, fearing the worst. He was pleasantly surprised, however,
to find her already beginning to stir. "Are you all right, chief?" he asked.

Nola rubbed her head and slowly stood up. "I'll be fine, Adams," she replied.
"What happened to Mieda?"

"She ran off, but don't worry, I've dispatched all available personnel to
retrieve her before she gets away," he reported.

"Good work, Adams. You'd better see to that wound," she gestured towards his
arm and he nodded and left her office. "What's the status on the power outage,
Kearns?" she called out to her communications officer, a big-boned woman with
dark hair and the sense of humor of your basic rock.

"Just like last night, chief," the bulky brunette called back, listening to
the handheld radio at her ear, "the whole complex is out. But this time the
generators look like they've gone through a meltdown."

"Keep me posted and find out who the officer is in charge of the Mieda
pursuit," she said, walking around her desk and toeing the pants and T-shirt
lying on the floor. "We might be making a big mistake."

Meanwhile on the outside, if Leiko thought that reaching the parking lot would
end it, she was wrong as several security SUV's roared out of the underground
parking area loaded with armed guards. Heavily armed guards she discovered
when she felt dozens of bullets thud into her. But, aside from a very minor
discomfort, they caused no damage whatsoever.

It feels just like when Jena got shot in the game, she realized as she ran
between parked cars.

The pursuit abruptly ended when she found herself effectively trapped by three
of the vehicles that had managed to surround her. "Don't make us use any more
force, Ms. Mieda," cautioned a man from the passenger's seat of the SUV in
front of her. "We've gotten the report on Chief Daniels and the man you shot
and they're going to be all right. So, if you'll just come with us quietly, we
can sort things out and nobody else needs to get hurt."

"You know, half an hour ago I tried to do that, to give myself up without a
fuss. And I didn't shoot anybody. You idiots shot each other," Leiko said,
shaking her head. "Anyway, I've decided not to go peacefully. I'm tired of
doing what everyone expects of me. Now I'm going to have some fun!"

She experimentally held out her hands and grinned when tendrils of electricity
shot from them and struck the security vehicle square in the grill. The hood
shot up into the air about fifty feet and blue flames danced across the
exposed engine as the people within scrambled to get out. Then, as the last of
the security personnel dove clear, it exploded in a glorious ball of flame.

"Fire at will!!!" screamed the man who had been negotiating with Leiko,
pulling his own weapon and emptying his clip into her. "Take this bitch out!"

But the Japanese woman just laughed as the bullets passed through her and
struck the cars around her, shattering windows, flattening tires, and
destroying interiors. Then someone brought out a big gun and let fly with a
hail of much larger shells. All that did, however, was wreak even more havoc
with the surrounding vehicles, causing several to ignite when their gas tanks
were struck; although not nearly as spectacularly as the lead security vehicle
had.

Within minutes the parking lot was a blazing inferno as the second wave of
explosions touched off even more, forcing the security people still in SUV's
to pick up their carless comrades and make a hasty exit as cars blew up all
around them. As they regrouped beyond the immediate danger zone they were sure
the woman they'd been after was dead. "Nobody could survive in the middle of
that firestorm," the lead man said grimly.

* * * * *

By the time Pandora returned home from work it was already past sunset so it
was the Goddess who met her at the door rather than her roommate. After a
quick embrace and kiss Eri pulled back and looked at her with a very serious
expression on her lovely face. "I don't know if I should go out on patrol
tonight or not, Catherine," she said.

"Oh, come on, Eri," Pandora frowned, plopping onto their sofa. "I'm fine and
neither of them will be back tonight anyway. They're safely in the county
lock-up for a few days at least. Besides, I can handle myself better than you
think."

"Is that so?" Eri asked with a grin, sitting beside her.

"Just because Vixen ended up running with the Mals doesn't mean she's tougher
than me," she shot back.

Oh, give me a break! Vixen said in the Goddess' mind. She got lucky last
night, Eri. She's about as tough as a bag of marshmallows.

"Vixen appears to dispute that statement," Eri said with a smile.

"Yeah? What's she saying in there?"

"That you're as tough as a bag of marshmallows," the Goddess related with a
sharp laugh.

Pandora's brown eyes lit with a flash of anger. "Ooh, I wish she was in
control now! I'd show her how tough a bag of marshmallows can be when I kick
her ass all over this house!"

You tell her that tomorrow morning when I am back in control I'll be happy to
take her up on her offer.

Eri sighed. "Vixen says she'll be more than happy to kick your ass tomorrow
morning when she's back in control."

"Fine! She's had this coming for a long time. I'm tired of not being taken
seriously by her or..." The words died in her throat when she saw the Goddess'
sapphire eyes narrow suspiciously.

"Me?" she questioned.

"You don't!" Pandora insisted. "Let me come on patrol with you tonight."

"What?!" Erishkigal exclaimed.

"Let me come with you, like your sidekick. Every crime-fighter needs a
sidekick."

"Is that another of those bizarre rules Vixen was telling me about?" the
Goddess questioned.

"Absolutely," Pandora grinned. "And this one is practically written in stone."

Um, she's right, Eri. All the biggies have sidekicks; Batman, Aquaman, Green
Hornet; even Wonder Woman had Wonder Girl. For a while anyway.

"But the difference between Batman, Aquaman, the Green Hornet, Wonder Woman
and me is that I'm real and they're nothing but characters in comic books,"
Eri pointed out.

"And television," Pandora added.

"Fine. And television. But that still doesn't change the fact that I'm real
and they're not. So any rules that pertain to them don't apply to me."

"Of course they apply to you!" Catherine insisted. "They apply even more to
you because you're real."

Eri opened her mouth to argue but Genevieve said quickly, Just take her along
tonight, Eri. Once she sees how boring it is she'll never ask to go along
again. And, if it should turn out to be dangerous, even better; Pandy talks a
good fight but she's basically a coward.

The Goddess nodded and said, "All right, Catherine, you can come along
tonight, but you're going to need a..." The words trailed off as the other
woman pulled a black spandex outfit from a shopping bag.

"What do you think?" she grinned, holding it up over her clothes. It was
really little more than a backless once-piece bathing suit with a plunging
neckline and covered with sparkling rhinestones. A light blue 'R' in a
horizontal oval was emblazoned on the upper left cup and a silver belt hung
loosely from loops around the waist. "I've also got matching boots, stockings,
gloves and this!" She grabbed a black mask from the sack at her feet and held
it over her eyes.

"Why an 'R'?" Eri asked, trying to figure out how she'd gotten talked into
this.

"For my sidekick name: Raven."

"NightFox and Raven...?" the Goddess questioned. "I hope DC doesn't sue us for
copyright infringement."

Pandora giggled and threw her arms around Eri's neck and kissed her. "Just
wait until I get into this. I've got another surprise," she said, rushing to
her room with her packages.

Okay, so maybe this wasn't one of my better ideas...

Erishkigal sighed and caused her own clothing to shimmer and transform into
her costume and then waited for her sidekick.

* * * * *

Leiko had watched the security personnel scramble into their colleagues'
vehicles and make a hasty retreat as the parking lot exploded around her. She
had half expected to be consumed in the conflagration but instead found that
the flames passed as harmlessly through her as the bullets had. The heat was
very uncomfortable, though, so she likewise exited the inferno but in the
direction opposite that taken by the security people.

Reaching the road she was whistled and honked at as cars drove past and she
realized for the first time since leaving Chief Daniels' office that she no
longer had her clothes on. "I'm going to have to figure out some way to stay
dressed," she said to herself as she walked towards her home.

"Looking good, baby!" called a man in an expensive sports car, slowing down as
he passed her.

Leiko pointed a finger at him and his car suddenly died when a surge of
electricity leapt from it to her hand. Then, with a mischievous grin she
willed the energy back at the car and the man dashed from it as the
electronics went crazy, sparking and hissing as the CD player screamed full
blast and the windshield wipers sprang to life. A moment later it burst into
flames, causing other cars on the road to swerve wildly and subsequently crash
into each other.

When Leiko laughed and walked away, the man who'd started it all rushed after
her and said, "Bitch! What the fuck did you do to my car?"

She turned around to face him and he saw that her eyes were alive with blue
lightning. "The same thing I'll do to you, asshole, if you don't get out of my
face," she snarled.

"I don't know what kind of gimmick you pulled, lady, but you're not going
anywhere until the police get here," he said, reaching out to restrain her.
"My fucking premiums are high enough already and I'm not taking the fall for
this disaster." But when he tried to grab her by the arm, his hand passed
right through her and he felt a slight tingling sensation. "Wh-what the fuck
are you?"

"Call me Vibra," she giggled, tagging him with a very solid right hook that
sent him stumbling to his knees. She quickly kicked him in the face, laying
him out cold on the road, and turned and walked away, but this time she headed
downtown. "Okay, now for some real fun!"

* * * * *

NightFox and Raven got out of Catherine's car and walked up to a storage unit.
In addition to the daring costume, Raven had put on a long black wig. "To
further conceal her identity," she'd told the Goddess. Raven grinned
mischievously and unlocked the door and slid it upward and then reached in and
switched on the light. "Ta-daaa! What do you think?" she asked, rushing over
to stand in between two nearly identical motorcycles. One had a windscreen
that was slightly larger than the other and it was a deep blue in color while
the other was sleeker and solid black. An 'N' enclosed in an outline that was
identical to the mask NightFox was wearing was on the blue bike while an 'R'
in a horizontal oval adorned the black one.

The other woman's mouth dropped open and she cocked her head to the side.

"What?" Raven asked. "Too Batgirlish?"

"Where did you get the money for these, Catherine?" NightFox asked.

"Raven," the sidekick corrected. "And I got it from my folks. They're loaded
and they like to throw money at me every once in a while to make up for their
lack of affection." She hoped that sounded convincing enough, unwilling to
disclose where she'd really gotten the money for the bikes, and a lot more
besides, until she was sure the Goddess wouldn't freak out. "Well, aren't you
gonna try it out at least?" She hopped on her bike and grabbed a flashy black
helmet and put it on, flipping the smoked glass visor down and adopting a
suitably intimidating pose as she gripped the handles and stood with her legs
spread over the cycle.

She's obviously put a lot of work into this whole sidekick thing, Vixen said
in the Goddess' mind. And those bikes are pretty trick.

NightFox smiled and straddled her bike, putting on her matching helmet. "Okay,
Raven, let's go kick some ass!" she said, gunning the engine of her
motorcycle. A moment later she tore out of the storage unit, laying down a
trail of smoking rubber and roared into the parking lot. She did a few 360's
and then skidded to a halt inches from a where slack-jawed Raven had walked
her bike out into the lot.

"Where the Hell did you learn to ride like that?" the sidekick demanded as
Vixen echoed the question in the heroine's mind, adding, I've only ridden a
few times and I've never been anywhere near that good.

"It's a Goddess thing," NightFox replied with a grin and a toss of her head.
She then revved her engine and screamed out of the storage facility.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Raven hurriedly closed the storage unit and locked it and
then jumped on her bike and took off after her. "So, how do we find
criminals?"

NightFox nearly jumped off the motorcycle's seat when she heard Raven's voice.
"You wired these helmets with two way radios," she said, nodding and getting
her bike back under control. "Clever."

"Thanks," came the reply as Raven caught up to her and they drove side by side
down the street, drawing lots of stares and whistles.

"As for how we find crimes, well, it's partially luck and partially letting
the crimes find us. The trick is to keep your eyes open for people that look
out of place," she told the sidekick.

"I thought as much," said Raven. A minute later other voices suddenly filled
their helmets. "Welcome to the 21st century, babe."

"A police band, too? Any other surprises?" NightFox asked.

"All in good time, partner," Raven replied with a giggle.

Wow. I hate to admit it, but I'm impressed, Vixen said.

"Me, too," agreed NightFox with a whisper.

"There's a robbery going down a few blocks from here. The silent alarm at
First National has been tripped," Raven reported. "Shall we?"

"Let's do it," NightFox said, speeding up and heading for the bank in
question.

They arrived before the police but everything looked quiet, with no sign of
any entry, forced or otherwise. "Are you sure this is the right bank?"
NightFox asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure," Raven replied, pointing to where a ghostly white woman
was literally walking out of the bank holding two huge bags of money.

NightFox jumped off her bike, did a forward somersault while pulling her
glowing sword from the air, and landed right in front of the startled Asian
woman. "Okay, honey, that was a pretty neat trick with the wall, but why don't
you just drop the money and give yourself up," she suggested.

"What are you supposed to be?" Vibra asked, laughing and shaking her head.

"Call me NightFox--That's one word when the reporters ask--and I'm here to
protect the denizens of this fair metropolis from your scurrilous kind. So,
you can either surrender and make it easy on yourself, or we can have some
fun. Your call," she replied with a grin.

"Surrender? Not likely, sweetheart. I'm just getting started," she said,
walking though the heroine as if she wasn't there.

NightFox gasped and ran her hands up and down her body, making sure she was
still solid, and then turned and watched as the bank robber approached Raven.
"And who are you? Robin?" she asked the sidekick.

"Raven," she corrected. "How do you do that?"

"Vibrations, dear. That's why I call myself Vibra," she replied. "My body is
vibrating at such a rapid rate that its subatomic particles are able to pass
through solid mass with no problem. At least, that's my best guess. I'm not a
scientist, just a game designer. Or I was until I began my new life as a super
villainess." She pointed a finger at Raven and a tongue of electricity snaked
out and surrounded her helmet.

The sidekick screamed as the electronics within it were fried, but when she
reached up to remove it, the jolt sent her flying backward, crashing into the
wall of the bank.

"If you can't take the heat, baby-cakes..." Vibra snickered.

NightFox rushed over to the fallen girl's side and was relieved to see that
she'd just had the wind knocked out of her. "You're lucky that she's unhurt,
bitch," the heroine said, standing up to face her, "or I might have forgotten
that I'm one of the good guys now."

"And done what, NightTramp?" the villainess sneered, dropping the bags of
money and holding her hands in front of her, allowing a ball of energy to
develop between her fingers. "I'm untouchable. You can't hurt me, but I can
hurt you. Bad." She hurled the glowing sphere at the other woman but NightFox
easily jumped up and over it, landing behind her and swinging a gloved fist
through her head. "How can you fight what you can't touch, idiot?" she
cackled, spinning around and punching the heroine in the face, taking no
notice of the decrease in intensity of her omnipresent glowing.

Suddenly, several police cars and a Vastiff security vehicle roared into the
empty parking lot but were careful to keep their distance from the three
women. One of the officers called to Nola as she got out of her SUV, "This is
police business, ma'am. Vastiff security has no jurisdiction outside of its
complex."

"This is Vastiff's mess, officer, and we'll clean it up," Daniels replied,
gesturing for the two staff members in her vehicle to set up an odd-looking
device that looked a bit like a miniature cannon, but with no hole in the end
of the barrel, which had thick wires coiled around it.

The police officer frowned and walked over to her. "And just what might that
be?" he asked, pointing to the contraption. He was an older man, past his
prime but still handsome enough, with light hair and blue eyes that continued
to attract younger women. His build was fit, but he was beginning to lose the
'battle of the bulge' around his waist.

"The only way to stop her is to drain away her energy so she can't vibrate
anymore, Officer Parker," she replied, reading his name off his badge. "Who
are the two women in costumes?"

"The big one calls herself 'NightFox,' she's a vigilante," he snorted. "She's
busted up some robberies and assaults but hasn't killed anyone...yet."

"Vigilante? You mean a super hero?" Nola asked.

"I don't know about super, but she thinks she's a hero, and so do the people
she's saved from being beaten, robbed, and raped," he said with a shrug,
watching as she stood toe to toe with the bank robber. "Looks like she got
herself a sidekick."

"What was the idea of zapping me like that?" Raven demanded, walking over to
where NightFox and Vibra were exchanging words, with the villainess landing
the occasional blow as the heroine tried vainly to do the same.

"Hey, I'm a super villainess and you're a pesky sidekick; you know the rules,"
the Asian laughed, connecting with a sharp kick to NightFox's belly.

"It was still a cheap shot, even for a super villainess," Raven said, rubbing
her head.

"Not half as cheap as this!" Vibra grinned, leveling a punch at the
unsuspecting sidekick and hitting her square in the nose.

Raven staggered back a few steps and then fell heavily to her ass, clutching
her nose as blood seeped through her fingers. "You bitch! You incredible,
colossal bitch! I just got this outfit and now it's gonna have to be
dry-cleaned to get the bloodstains out!"

The villainess just laughed and spun around and landed a one-two combination
to NightFox's gut that doubled the heroine over. "Didn't think I'd forgotten
about you, did you, NightSlut?" she giggled, smashing her knee across the
bridge of the staggered heroine. To her surprise, though, NightFox shrugged
off the blow and when she stood up Vibra was shocked to see that her nose
wasn't bleeding. "So, you've got some tricks, too, huh? Good. This will make
it more fun." She kicked her hard between the legs, enjoying the grunt of pain
from the heroine.

"This thing won't actually hurt her, then?" Parker asked, nodding towards
where the two security men were making the final adjustments to the Energy
Siphon Cannon.

"No, but I suspect once she can be touched your two costumed friends will take
care of that," Nola replied.

"Yeah, if her other work is any indication of what's to come, I'm guessing
your friend Mieda will be seriously reconsidering her life of crime in a few
minutes," he nodded.

"So, you're not going to try to stop her, or arrest her and her sidekick?"
Daniels inquired curiously.

"Not tonight. Orders from the top are to let her do her thing so long as she
doesn't go too far and seriously hurt someone. She's getting a lot of buzz and
that's good for the city right now, especially with that maniac charbroiling a
hooker every few days," he added.

Nola grunted. She understood the benefits of good PR.

"All ready, chief," said one of the men over by the cannon.

"Let her have it," Daniels said. "Or maybe I should say 'Take it away from
her.'"

The man nodded and flipped a switch and the cannon hummed to life, the wires
that were coiled around its barrel glowing and flashing as a narrow beam of
light leapt from its tip and connected with Vibra.

Meanwhile, Raven had climbed back to her feet and attempted to grab the
villainess from behind to no avail as her hands passed right through her.

"Boy, for super heroes, you two sure are dumb," Vibra sighed, dropping the
sidekick to her knees with a punch low in her gut. "I mean, hello? Isn't it
obvious by now that you can't touch me, let alone hit me?" She let fly with a
swooping uppercut that knocked Raven to her back and left her holding her jaw.

NightFox's fist swished through her and she planted one foot and did a
spinning heel kick to the heroine's face, likewise knocking her to her back.
"I'm getting bored. And I don't like the looks of that Vastiff truck. So,
guess what, NightSkank, I'm gonna do like the song says and take the money and
run."

"You're not going anywhere until I land at least one punch on that smirking
face of yours," the heroine growled, rising to her feet. She held up her right
hand, palm facing the waxing moon, and the figures embossed in her flesh
suddenly began glowing with a golden hue.

"I suppose you think that will-Ungh!!!" Vibra grunted when the heroine's fist
crashed into her mouth, startled at the sudden pain. "How the-Oommph!!!" A
shot to her stomach caused her to bend over, gasping for breath, and NightFox
quickly knocked her off her feet with an uppercut that landed on the point of
her chin.

Noticing the concerned expression on Nola's face, Parker asked, "What's wrong?
That's what was supposed to happen, right?"

"Yes, but she shouldn't have been able to hit her yet. We've barely siphoned
any of her energy," the Vastiff Chief of Security replied. "Maybe your
vigilante really is a super hero."

Vibra scrambled to her feet and hurled a ball of electric fire at the heroine.
"Now the kid gloves come off, bitch!" she shouted, never noticing that her
glow had suddenly diminished even more.

NightFox casually materialized her sword and knocked the orb aside. Without a
word she advanced on the retreating villainess, causing the sword to vanish
again before snapping the near-hysterical Asian's head around with a powerful
right hook. When Vibra staggered, the heroine grabbed her by the hair to
steady her and connected with a sharp jab to her jaw that caused the dazed
villainess' knees to buckle.

"Let me have a piece of her, partner," Raven said, tapping NightFox on the
shoulder. "I owe her a couple of shots."

"Be my guest," grinned NightFox, turning and forcing Vibra around and in front
of her by the grip on her hair.

Raven smiled cruelly and leveled a punch at the woozy villainess' face...only
to have her fist pass right through it and connect with NightFox's jaw
instead. "What the...?" she questioned as the heroine stumbled backward.

When NightFox let go of her, Vibra nailed her startled sidekick with a forearm
to the side of her head while she drove her knee up and between her legs and
then lurched over towards where the two bags of money lay, determined not to
leave empty-handed after all the trouble she'd gone through.

"How come you can hit her and I can't?" Raven demanded as NightFox recovered
and went after the villainess. "Wait, don't tell me, let me guess: It's a
Goddess thing, right?"

NightFox grinned and then grabbed Vibra from behind and spun her around.
"Forget about the money, Vibra, we're not through yet," she growled, ramming
her knee deep into the Asian's gut. "Not by a long shot." She stepped back and
snapped her foot up between the villainess' legs and then fired a right into
her left breast, flattening the small tit painfully.

"Ouch," winced Nola. "That's gotta hurt. But she still shouldn't be able to
touch her; Mieda's still at close to 50% capacity."

"Yeah, and she shouldn't be able to pull glowing swords out of nothing, but
she doesn't seem to have any trouble doing that either," Parker grunted,
grimacing when NightFox grabbed both Vibra's nipples and savagely twisted them
as she fell to her back and used her hold on the tortured teats to launch the
screaming villainess over her. Vibra belly-flopped onto the hard pavement and
skidded for a few yards before coming to a stop at Raven's feet. "Ooh, that's
gonna leave marks. I'd say she's about finished, Daniels. Looks like we didn't
need your gizmo after all. But thanks anyway."

Nola scowled. "We'll see, Parker. I've seen what she can take and I'm not
ready to count her out just yet."

Raven experimentally nudged the groaning villainess with the toe of her boot
and practically jumped for joy when it didn't pass through her. "Now it's my
turn," she grinned, reaching down and hauling Vibra to her feet by a handful
of hair.

"Please, no more," she sobbed, frantically trying to figure out what had gone
wrong. "I quit."

"Not just yet, honey!" Raven stepped into a punch that landed just above her
pubic mound and Vibra screamed and would have fallen to her knees were it not
for the grip the sidekick had on her hair. She shook her foe's head back and
forth and lifted her up until she was standing on tiptoes before slamming her
fist into her body again, but this time her fist drilled, knuckles first,
directly between Vibra's spaghetti-like legs. "How do you like that shock to
your system?" she taunted as the villainess sobbed and covered up her
throbbing womanhood.

She laughed and released her hair and the Asian dropped to the ground and
curled into a moaning ball of misery.

Raven launched a kick into her chest and was about to do the same to her belly
when NightFox walked up and shook her head. "She's had enough, Raven. Time to
let the police handle things. Nice work," she added as they headed for their
bikes. "You handled yourself quite well back there."

"Yeah, once I could actually hit the bitch, I didn't do too badly," she
agreed.

"NightFox?" said Parker, walking over to her as some of his men went to
retrieve the defeated villainess. "A word, if you don't mind."

"What is it, officer?" she asked suspiciously as she swung her leg over the
seat of her motorcycle.

"I just wanted to say thanks, and keep up the good work," he said, stunning
both heroines.

"You're welcome," she replied after a moment.

"Oh, maybe I should have clarified that. The thanks is an unofficial one from
the mayor and the city council. Me, I think you're trouble. But so long as you
keep out of my way and don't kill anyone..." He shrugged and walked away.

As two police officers assisted the sobbing villainess to her feet and led her
towards a patrol car, Nola suddenly shouted, "Stop! Don't bring her near the
car!" But the warning came too late. As soon as Vibra got within a few feet of
the car a tendril of electricity leapt from it to her, causing her glow to
increase in intensity and the handcuffs to fall to the ground.

The villainess walked around the other cars and the same thing happened,
filling her with energy and amplifying her luminosity to a blinding radiance.
"Of course," she said, casually ignoring the commands of the police to
surrender, "I just needed to recharge my batteries." She looked over at the
bank and licked her lips hungrily.

"NightFox, if we're to have any hope of stopping her, you have to keep her out
of that bank and away from anything electrical," Nola said, rushing over to
the stunned super heroine.

NightFox nodded and moved to intercept the iridescent villainess. "Not leaving
already, are you, Vibra?" she asked, blocking her path.

"Just grabbing a snack, NightCunt," she sneered, not even bothering to change
direction. "I'll be back to take care of you and your little playmate in a
minute. Don't go running off before I-Ungh!!" She gasped for breath as the
heroine's fist sunk into her gut. "How the fuck can you do that?!"

"It's a Goddess thing," NightFox grinned, punching her in the nose so hard it
knocked the startled villainess to her ass.

"So, how does this gadget work?" Raven asked, walking over to where Nola was
supervising the cannon. "I'm Raven, by the way."

"Nola Daniels, Vastiff Chief of Security, and I'm not sure exactly how it
works, something to do with reverse flux and the natural tendency of power to
drain from what I understand. I just fire the guns, I don't build them," she
added with a smile.

"What's Vastiff's interest in this, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Ms. Mieda, or Vibra, as she now calls herself, works for Vastiff and a freak
accident caused her to gain these powers. I'm just here to clean up the mess."

Raven nodded. "So is NightFox," she replied, smiling as she watched her
partner scoop up the frustrated villainess and slam her hard onto the
pavement.

Vibra lay on the ground moaning and NightFox asked, "Had enough yet? I'm not
gonna let you get any more energy and that thing the Vastiff people have is
draining off what little you do have. It's over, Vibra."

"Not quite yet, it isn't, NightWhore," she said, suddenly unleashing a massive
burst of electricity at the heroine and sending her flying across the parking
lot. The attack had cost her all but the tiniest fraction of her power but the
desperate gamble appeared to have paid off as she stumbled towards the bank
and the electricity it promised. She could practically feel the current inside
straining to join with her.

But, before she could get close enough to draw on it, a familiar figure leaped
in front of her. "Hi there. Remember me?" Raven grinned. She threw her arms
around the villainess' middle and forced her away from the bank, finally
driving her to her back when they were in the parking lot again. Raven wasted
no time sitting up and delivering a series of sharp, precise jabs to the
howling villainess' face to soften her up before moving down and working on
her breasts, pounding the sensitive flesh until it was black and blue. She
then started on the Asian's belly, cutting into her gut with deep, lingering
blows that drove the air from her foe's body and left her gasping for breath.
Finally, she flipped around so that her thonged ass was directly over Vibra's
face and pummeled the already tender pussy with her angry fists while grinding
her rear into the defeated woman's nose, her fishnet-stockinged rump scraping
painfully as she did so.

Only when she felt the villainess' body go limp beneath her did she cease the
assault on her womanhood and slowly lean back, resting her full weight on the
vanquished woman's face until NightFox, Parker, and Daniels walked up. "I'm
sure that seat is plenty comfortable, Raven, but we need to get going," her
partner grinned, extending her hand to help her up.

"Party pooper," Raven said with a mock pout as she stood up and adjusted her
costume. "What'll happen to her?" she asked Nola as Parker and another officer
retrieved a large rubber body-bag from a newly arrived police car and
carefully slid the unconscious woman in so that only her head remained outside
it.

"Mr. Breaches has hired the top scientists in the world to look into this,"
she replied as the three of them made their way over to the motorcycles. "If
there's any way to make her normal again, they'll find it. Until then, Vibra
will be doing time in a rubber room."

NightFox nodded and she and Raven revved their bikes and rode off.

As they headed for the storage facility, Vixen said in the Goddess' mind, Um,
Eri, about this fight Pandora and I are supposed to have in the morning...

Fin

(NightFox Will Return)

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