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Fuchsia Fox: "Romancing the Stone"

[It hardly seems like three years since I created the Fuchsia Fox! Comic book violence, moderate sexual content.]

Chapter 1 -- Washington D.C.

On a surprisingly mild night in January, a young couple walked hand in hand along the edge of Potomac Park. Jennifer Traylor glanced briefly to her right, her eyes drawn to the towering obelisk of the Washington Monument. The park was beautiful enough in the daytime, with its broad lawns full of visitors from all over the country. At night, with spotlights illuminating the monuments like a city of gods, it was breathtaking.

Jennifer was wearing boot-cut jeans over brown leather boots, topped by a clingy red Victoria's Secret turtleneck sweater. The gentle wind barely stirred her short brunette hair as she bumped her hips against the lanky frame of her boyfriend to her left side. "Hey, what are you thinking?" she said with a grin, giving his hand a squeeze.

Martin Fletcher's fingers intertwined with hers as he smiled back. "I'm just thinking how lucky I am. Three years ago I met you for the first time. I still can't get over it."

"Yeah, me too," the girl sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. Three years ago, she had been an archeology student in Iraq, and he had been the U.S. Army lieutenant charged with protecting her from insurgents while she catalogued artifacts. The discovery she had made that day had changed both of their lives. "Although in your case," she added impishly, "I doubt if you remember meeting ME so much as a certain someone in a sexy little costume..."

"Hey that's not fair," he protested, pulling up short and turning to face her. "You're both the same person."

"Oh right," she agreed playfully as raised her hands to his chest, slipping inside his open jacket to caress his muscular pectorals through the thin shirt he was wearing. "One of us just wears a lot less clothing than the other one does."

His hands encircled her slim waist, cupping around her tight, denim-clad bottom as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers gently. "Speaking of that," he said in between kisses as his fingers burrowed under her sweater and touched bare skin, "do you... have it on... right now?"

"What do you think?" she teased. Jennifer's body seemed to tingle as his hands explored upwards along the smooth curve of her ribs as though feeling for the skimpy garment she was wearing underneath her clothes. Heart thumping, her eyes closed with rapture as his hot mouth moved along her jawline to begin sucking her earlobe. "Martin, please," she moaned, although she really didn't want him to stop.

"I can't help it," Fletcher murmured, his voice husky with arousal. "Just the thought of you in that costume... nnnn... makes my blood boil!"

"we're in a public place," she reminded him, feeling the rigid shape of his manhood pulsating against her thigh, which caused an electric thrill of longing to surge upwards through her body. "Besides, Liz and Mark are waiting for us at the restaurant..."

Fletcher sighed. "I'll try to hold it," he conceded reluctantly. As he put his hand into the pocket of his jacket so that he wouldn't be tempted, his fingers closed around the little square jewelry box he had been saving for later. He paused for a quick look around to make sure they were relatively alone. "Listen, Jenn," he said slowly. "I've got something to ask you first..."

Just then a searing bright light shot through the dark night sky overhead. They both looked up as something landed with a THUMP in a construction site on the corner, causing three or four cars to skid to a stop on Constitution Avenue. "What the Hell?" Fletcher blurted. "Was that an airplane?"

"More like a meteor," Jennifer said breathlessly.

"That's crazy," he replied, as the two of them cautiously moved in that direction. "There would have been an impact tremor."

Several people had already gathered beside the safety fence to see what the commotion was. Fletcher's opinion to the contrary, there was a big, man-sized chunk of rock resting in a shallow hole in the middle of the excavated ground, gently glowing like an ember. Jennifer wasn't much of a physicist, but she instinctively realized that if had really fallen from space, it should have made a much bigger crater than that.

While most of the bystanders were content to look on from a distance, two brave young men climbed down into the excavation for a closer look. The glow had faded away by the time they got close. Flashing lights and sirens heralded the arrival of a couple of police cars on the street. And then, all of sudden, the rock moved!

It seemed to unfold, like a man huddled in a crouch slowly standing upright. And that was exactly what it was, the perfect figure of a man, only it was eight feet tall and seemed to be made of dark gray granite, shining slightly as it moved and the streetlights reflected off of myriad crystal facets. It turned in place, exactly as if it were looking around at the city, trying to get its bearings.

"Hey, E.T.!" shouted one of the young men. "Welcome to Earth! Do you speak our language?"

The stone figure lurched forward. It took no notice of its welcoming committee, marching straight towards 14th Street where most of the bystanders were. Four newly arrived policemen drew their sidearms in alarm as the monstrosity crashed throught the safety fence as if it wasn't there. The crowd scattered in panic. Two of the policemen opened fire, but the bullets simply pinged off of its granite body. With a sweep of its arm, it brushed the two men aside.

Jennifer felt Fletcher's arm tighten on her waist. "Martin," she said, "I think that's my cue to change."

He nodded, resigned to the inevitable. "Be careful, angel," he replied, giving her hand a parting squeeze.

She slipped out of his arms and ran for a small clump of oak trees, where there were enough shadows to effectively hide her as she took her clothes off. Jennifer felt terribly self-conscious as she peeled off her sweater. It didn't help that a minute ago her mind had been all on making out with her boyfriend! She laid aside the sweater, revealing the body-hugging purplish red halter top she had on underneath. Taking off her boots, she shivered a little from the cold as she stood in her almost bare feet and unfastened her jeans. The sun tan pantyhose she wore under her briefs whispered like silk as she stepped out of her jeans, feeling the denim slide over her long legs like a caress.

Quickly she put on her ankle boots, elbow-length gloves, and finally the Bracelets of Ishtar. The Fuchsia Fox was once again ready for action!

Chapter 2 --

Meanwhile, the stone man continued across 14th Street, where the other two police officers had broken out riot guns and were using their patrol car as a barricade. They opened fire, but shotgun shells proved no more effective than 9mm bullets had. The stone man merely slammed his fist downward in a blow that caved in the roof of the car with a crunch of metal. Casually it lifted the vehicle completely off the ground and threw it. The bystanders could only watch in horror as the patrol car came down directly on top of one of the officers who was unable to get out of the way in time!

A beautiful young woman in reddish purple spandex suddenly appeared out of the darkness, catching the policeman by the waist and whisking him out of the danger area just as the missile crashed to the pavement. The officer, certain that he had been a goner, let out a gasp of amazement when he saw that his rescuer was none other than the Fuchsia Fox! A hot surge of arousal seemed to gush through his bloodstream as he took in her sleak, sexy supermodel's body, snugly sheathed in her famous two piece costume and silken tights.

"Are you all right?" the Fox asked breathlessly. "That was a close one!"

Still in shock, the man nodded, gawking at the fox head chest emblem adorning her two sweet little nubbins. "I... I think so."

The stunning superheroine had already turned her attention to the stone man. "Maybe you guys should let me handle this," she said. "Just keep the crowd back."

***

The man of stone had not waited to see what happened, but had strode on across the street and onto the Mall. The Fuchsia Fox intercepted it just past the History and Technology Museum, catching it by the left arm. It reacted by breaking out of her hold and reaching out to grab her in turn. The lissome lady evaded its grasp, flipped over its head and landed on her feet, blocking its path. "OK, big guy!" she challenged. "Let's just calm down before somebody gets hurt!"

The monster stopped. "What is this?" it said, its eyes roaming up and down her slender, scantily-clad form. "A girl? Walking around in a bathing suit?"

The superheroine planted her hands on her shapely hips. "Bathing suit?" she repeated, blushing slightly. Sure her costume was skimpy, but not THAT skimpy! "I'm the Fuchsia Fox! You must be from out of town or something."

The granite carapace suddenly seemed to melt away, transforming the stone man into an ordinary man wearing dark green trousers and a khaki shirt. He was about six foot four, muscular in build, square chin, close-cropped blond hair. Jennifer had to admit he was pretty scrumptious-looking. He was wearing a sort of necklace in the shape of a spikey red serpent with glowing yellow eyes. The only other strange thing about him was that his shirt was partly unbuttoned, and in the gap she could see that there was a brownish/green crystal, about the size of a fist, embedded in the center of his gorgeous chest.

"Things may have changed while I've been in the Pacific Theater," he said with a disapproving frown, "but this certainly is Washington. And in my day, nice girls didn't parade around in their skivvies like this."

A second voice suddenly spoke, low and hissing. "Steven, this one could be dangerous." Jennifer was startled to see that the voice was coming from the serpent necklace. "Don't waste time talking to her! Push her aside!"

"She's just a girl, Druj," the man replied indignantly. "I'm not going to fight a girl. I don't care if she IS a Nazi."

"I appreciate that," the Fox said, just as the last part registered. "Wait a second! Did you say NAZI?"

"She must not interfere," the serpent hissed impatiently. "Not when we are so close! I can feel the stone calling to me!"

"All right," the man said shortly. "You've made your point."

The Fox shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Look, Steven? I don't know how you got the idea I was a--" Suddenly a pair of long, apelike arms reached around from behind the sexy superlady and grabbed her! Caught by surprise, the Fox couldn't resist being snatched into the hands of two hulking THINGS which seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Jennifer gasped out loud in fright. Her captors were covered with thick, leathery skin, had faceted insect eyes and gaping, drooling mouths.

"Just stay out of my way and you won't get hurt," Steven said, as he turned and continued walking.

The Fox struggled, her silken legs flailing uselessly. Her attackers were strong. What was worse, they seemed to ignore her force shield as if it wasn't there. She could feel their hands touching her supple body and tugging at her clothes. Somehow their grasping paws affected her like an anesthetic, sapping her will to resist, making her long to surrender...

"NO! I WON'T!" Summoning her willpower, the spunky superheroine reinforced her protective aura and burst free of the creatures' clutches. Calling upon her bracelets of Ishtar to enhance her strength, she backhanded the first one across the throat, then turned to the second. The creature tried to grab her again, but she ducked under its sweeping arm and caught it in a judo hold, sending it flying across the museum parking lot.

The things had been joined by two more. Three of them piled onto the nubile young supergirl, trying to overpower her by numbers. Desperately she broke free again, spinning like a dancer and kicking out with her long legs. Two of the creatures went down. The third tried to lock its apelike arms around her torso. She slammed her elbows backwards and flipped it to the ground in front of her, where it lay still.

The Fox took a second to catch her breath, tugging her costume back into order. When she looked again, the unconscious bodies of the four creatures had vanished, and in their places were those of four police SWAT officers!

Enjoying this one so far! Very intersting villain we have here!

RedMountain wrote:Enjoying this one so far! Very intersting villain we have here!

Yes, I was trying to create an unusual villain for a change. Now I only hope I don't botch up the idea too badly.

Chapter 3 --

"Omigosh!" the Fuchsia Fox gasped, dropping to her knee beside the nearest one. Fortunately his body armor seemed to have protected him from serious injury. As she tugged off his helmet and cradled his head, he was already coming around. "Oh I'm so sorry, sir! I don't know what I was doing! Are you hurt?"

"What happened?" the man muttered. "I can't... seem to remember..."

"That's ok, just take it easy," the Fox soothed as she helped him to stand. About that time, a respectable crowd came running across the parking lot -- twenty or thirty people at least, not counting TV news crews. Jennifer spotted Martin and took comfort in the fact that he was there. She flashed him a reassuring smile.

The cameramen and reporters naturally zeroed in on the Fox, trying to push to the front and shout questions at her even though the SWAT team strove to keep order as best they could. The beautiful superheroine ignored them while she looked around for any sign of the strange blond hunk with the serpent necklace. "Hey look!" someone shouted. A strange, blood-red glow was coming from inside the Museum of Natural History. It looked alien and frightening.

Jennifer shivered. For once she wished that, like an ordinary girl, she could let the policemen take charge while she watched from the comforting arms of her boyfriend. But like it or not, she was a superheroine. By virtue of her half-Zumerian heritage, she had the Bracelets of Ishtar. In any case, from her brief contact with the strange man, she thought he might be receptive to a feminine approach. If the police went in with guns blazing, there was no telling what could happen. She took a deep breath and pushed back her fear.

"OK, then," the Fox said grimly. "Officer, I suggest you block off the area. Keep everyone at a safe distance while I take a look." She gave him a wink and, without waiting for a reply, she raced for the entrance of the museum before she changed her mind, her long, nylon-clad legs taking the steps two at a time.

The front doors had been forced open. At this time of night, obviously there wouldn't be any visitors, only the night guard. Cautiously the heroine looked around the empty Rotunda, a circular three-story entrance hall capped by a dome, with open galleries at each level. The red glow seemed to be concentrated somewhere on the second level.

The Fox was nearly to the staircase when it suddenly occurred to her that something was missing. She turned slowly to face the way she had come. Only then did she notice the empty platform in the exact center of the Rotunda, where the museum's trademark bull elephant usually stood...

The spunky superheroine felt rather than heard an enormous body right behind her. She dodged to right just as a huge ivory tusk skewered the air where she had been, and then the elephant's thick muscular trunk snaked around her alluring torso, encircling her upper body in a strangle hold. "HEY!" the Fox gasped as the truck squeezed her chest, lifting her off the floor as the end looped around her swan-like neck. Her hands blindly felt for some kind of grip on the leathery hide, legs kicking at empty air as she struggled desperately to squirm free.

"Alright, Jumbo! Enough is enough!" Finally slipping out of its grasp, the sassy superheroine planted herself directly in front of it, concentrating on her Bracelets of Ishtar as she drew back her fist. What a minute, she suddenly thought. This was a museum display! She couldn't destroy it!

As the elephant charged her again, the Fox leaped, doing a graceful balletic somersault right over the beast's head and letting it run full tilt into the alcove that led to the elevators. Then, while it struggled to extricate itself, she flew straight up and alit on the second floor gallery, where she was safely out of reach. Standing between a pair of marble columns, she looked down smugly as the elephant trumpeted its distress, but couldn't seem to figure out where she had gone. "So much for you, Jumbo," she smirked.

Suddenly a man's hand reached out of the shadows and touched her smooth bare shoulder. Jennifer squeaked like a girl, goose-bumps of fright popping out on her skin as she tripped up on her high heels and nearly stumbled back over the railing. "Geez, I'm sorry about that, Fox," the man said, gently putting his hands out to steady her. "That was stupid, sneaking up on you like that! I should have warned you or something."

"That's OK, Artie," the superheroine said, feeling her heart pitter-pattering inside her lovely chest. "I'm just glad you're all right." Of course she recognized Arthur Zuniga, a 49-year old Smithsonian night watchman she had known for a couple of years.

"Anyway am I glad to see YOU!" he gushed, feasting his eyes on the beautiful superlady's sweet, spandex-sheathed curves. "Some joker made out of rock smashed through the doors a few minutes ago. I shot him with my Taser and he acted like I just slapped him with a handful of aftershave! He looked at me like I wasn't even worth the trouble of punching out and brushed past me without even so much as a how-do-ya-do!"

"Sounds like the guy I just chased over from 14th Street," the Fox agreed. "Any idea where he is now?"

The watchman snorted. "Come on. You gotta see this to believe it."

He led her across to the East wing, where the gems and minerals exhibit room should have been. Instead there was an enormous ballroom, full of people. The ceiling was supported by gilded art deco columns, and along the walls were tall windows draped with black-out curtains. On stage, an entirely male orchestra in what looked like World War II era Army uniforms was playing a jazzy big band tune that Jennifer didn't recognize. Around the edge of the dance floor were tables where the couples who weren't dancing were busy talking, drinking, and laughing. Jennifer actually recognized the scene from photographs she had seen. It was the old Sheffield Hotel, which had burned down in 1951. "Well," said the Fox, stopping just outside the threshold. "That's interesting."

Steven was coming to meet them, looking like a blond dreamboat in a vintage Army Air Corps uniform. Only the serpent necklace was missing. "Somehow, Miss Fox," he said grimly, "I had a feeling I'd see you again. Will you join me?" He held out his right hand invitingly, palm up.

The superheroine could sense Artie Zuniga beside her, shaking his head distrustfully. The Fox planted her hands on her gorgeous hips, not sure herself what to make of this. But at least he wasn't attacking on sight. If she could encourage him to talk, she might be able to find out what the hell was going on. And if worse came to worse, she was pretty confident that she could handle whatever came next.

"I'd be charmed," she said with a smile, as she gently placed her left hand in his and allowed him to lead her inside the ballroom.

Artie Zuniga scowled as he followed behind them, but he supposed the Fox knew what she was doing. At the instant she crossed the threshold, there was a flash of light. Artie had a sort of subliminal impression of her costume hanging there for a second in midair, and then it fell to the floor in a loose pile of empty fabric. Her bracelets made a ting-ling sound as they struck the hardwood floor and rolled. The night watchman felt an anxious quiver in his stomach as he looked down at the sexy superheroine's gloves, halter top, briefs, pantyhose and ankle boots, all lying there limp and impotent.

Then he couldn't help himself. The temptation was too much for human nature to withstand. He looked and caught sight of the Fox's bare feet, followed the smooth curve of her long legs innocent of nylons, to her buff little tail. She was as naked as Eve! He felt his willy give an excited little jerk inside his pants as he ran his eyes over the alluring superheroine's pleasingly unclothed curves (if only from the back).

The Fox herself took perhaps half a dozen steps before she realized that she was no longer wearing her costume. She felt a warm flush steal over her skin at the thought of every INCH of her being completely exposed to view! However, the sensation of being totally disrobed and nude only lasted a few seconds before she passed in front of a full-length mirror and gasped out loud as she caught sight of her reflection!

She looked like a movie star from the 40s! She was wearing a dress of shimmering dark blue satin, tight around the hips and the bodice. There was a single broad strap falling in a sort of train over her left shoulder, leaving her right shoulder completely bare. The skirt dropped to her ankles, but there was a slit down the right side, so that her legs were partly visible, clad in silk stockings. On her feet were high heels that felt a little clunky to her.

"That's better," Steven smirked. "More appropriate than your bathing suit... that is, the other outfit you were wearing."

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat as it dawned on her that without her costume and her bracelets, she was totally powerless!

Chapter 4 --

The Fuchsia Fox went rigid with shock! Heat was rising in her cheeks as she thought of herself strutting around, oh so cocky and self-assured and thinking she had things under control, only to be unceremoniously STRIPPED of all her powers!

But before she could make another move, her captor's muscular arms circled the helpless superheroine's waist and swept her off her feet. There was nothing she could do to fight back as he crushed her slim body against his broad chest. His eyes seemed to blaze with fire, and then unexpectedly his mouth sought out hers, his tongue invading her.

His kiss was all heat and hunger, dominating and demanding, taking what he wanted without asking. Jennifer felt unable to resist for any number of reasons, not the least of which was that he had neglected to provide her with any underwear beneath this dress! She could feel one hand squeezing her butt under the flimsy satin. Her knees felt weak and wobbly, barely able to support her. Her pulse pounded as his nnnnnn rock hard cock rose up against her, telling its own story of long years of abstinence about to be forcefully made up for...

"Hey! Back off, Jack!" Artie Zuniga said suddenly, starting forward with one hand cocked back in a fist.

The Fox's attacker paused, breathing hard, to give him a look of contempt. "What's it to you, pipsqueak?"

"It's ok, Artie," the Fox said breathlessly, struggling to clear her head. What was the night watchman thinking? This brute could break him in half with one hand!

However the interruption seemed to break some kind of spell. "Come on then," Steven said gruffly, relaxing his hold on the Fox's waist, but taking a firm grip on her hand as he pulled her across the dance floor.

The Fox went along submissively, struggling not to lose her balance in her high heels and tight skirt. Not that she had any choice. Even if by some miracle she could wrench herself free, she couldn't run in this dress, let alone fight! As she followed, Jennifer felt dazed by the extent of his powers. Somehow he had transformed this entire floor of the museum into a ballroom, complete with waiters, dancing couples and musicians! What could she possibly do against that kind of power?

The orchestra finished one song and started another, this one the much more easily recognizable "In the Mood". Jennifer noticed the conductor, an unremarkable-looking man with a receding hairline and wire-rimmed glasses, and did a double-take.

"Is that Glenn Miller?" she asked excitedly, as they arrived at a table. The serpent necklace was lying there, coiled around a single flower vase. Its eyes glowed yellow, but it lay there inert.

"Sure is," Steven said, holding her chair for her. "May 13, 1944. Just before he went to England to perform for the troops over there."

And DIED there, Jennifer thought numbly, in a plane crash in December. As she sank weak-kneed into the offered chair, the garter belt pinched her in unexpected places. Her stockings, made of real silk and not nylon, whispered luxuriously as she crossed her legs, almost giving her goosebumps of pleasure and making her VERY aware that didn't have on any panties. She was beginning to feel a bit seduced. Her eyes studied the virile male opposite her, hardly aware that Artie Zuniga had unobtrusively taken the next table over, warily keeping an eye on the two of them.

"Evening, Captain Hanks," said a waiter in a white jacket, handing Steven a menu. "Be with you a minute. The place is jumping tonight." As he passed behind him with his eyes glued on Jennifer, he added in a not-quite whisper, "That is some doll you got there," and then vanished. Literally. Like a figure made of smoke, he just faded away.

It was then the Fox noticed that the whole room was like that. Parts of the scene were crystal clear, the details sharp. But the people and things around the edges tended to fade in and out just as the waiter had, like a dream or a distant memory. So Steven's powers DID have limits! That was nice to know.

Jennifer propped her elbows on the table and looked at him over her folded hands. "So..." she said brightly, "do you come here often?"

He grimaced at the irony of the question. "Nearly every waking moment." For the first time, the ghost of a smile flitted across his lips, but it was a sad smile all the same.

Jennifer's heart went out to him. There were so many questions. World War II had ended over 60 years ago. How was he even alive, let alone so young? How did he acquire these dangerous powers? What was he after, here in the museum? She reached out and softly cupped her hand over his. "Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked gently.

"Not much to tell," he scowled. Then, as she held his hand, he seemed to unbend. "I was born in Atchison, Kansas. When the war broke out, I enlisted in the Army Air Corps. flying against the Huns, then the Japs. But you don't want to hear about all that, Mary..."

Jennifer started. Why was he calling her "Mary" all of a sudden?

"Enough of this self-indulgence, Steven," the serpent necklace next to the centerpiece suddenly said. "There will be plenty of time after you get the stone..."

Steven swayed a trifle, as if he had been suddenly hit by a wave of weakness. His voice sounded tired. "Druj, I'm still not sure--"

"We have been through this," the serpent said beguilingly. "Once you have the master elemental stone, you can change everything. Everything can be the way it was..."

"Slow down a second," said the Fox. "What is this elemental stone?"

Steven self-consciously touched the center of his chest, on the spot where she had seen the crystal was embedded. "Well that's a little hard to explain..."

***

Outside the museum, more police had arrived, erecting barricades to keep back the growing crowds. SWAT commander David MacClary posted one team to cover the North face of the building, but reserved his main force for the South entrance. As he stood at the doorway of his mobile command post while his men checked out their ionic energy rifles, specially designed for dealing with super-powered criminals, he couldn't help seeing one of the news broadcasts on the communications screen.

"This is Kerry Keller, Channel 4 Live on the Scene," the gorgeous redheaded reporter was saying, giving the camera the full force of her artfully solemn expression. "As we reported earlier, an alien being of great destructive power has landed in Potomac Park this evening. Smashing aside everything in its path, it made straight for the Museum of Natural History, where it seems to have remained. Shortly thereafter, the Fuchsia Fox, D.C.s courageous superheroine, ventured inside after the alien. There has been no word yet on what has happened to her. Special Weapons tactical teams are setting up now and hopefully they will soon be mounting a rescue attempt..."

"Rescue attempt!" MacClary muttered. He had seen the Fox in action before, and if she had been defeated, he personally didn't hold out much hope that he and his men were going to do any better. He had to try, though. He owned the spunky superlady that much. The Army Special Unit out of Fort Myer was on standby just in case, but he had made it clear that the Washington P.D. had first crack at it.

Martin Fletcher stood nearby, enviously watching the SWAT team prepare. He would give anything if he could be suiting up to join them. For a second, he even contemplated bopping one on the head and taking his place, but they were too watchful to let him get away with it. Instead he returned his gaze to the museum, and the ghostly red lights flickering in the windows. It scared the willies out of him. Whatever was going on in there, Jenn was in the middle of it.

He put his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Come on, angel," he said under his breath. "You know the drill. Save the day, already..."

Chapter 5 --

"In the Mood" had given way to "Moonlight Serenade", sweet and romantic. As the other couples danced, the Fuchsia Fox and her captor were in a world of their own. "Well," Steven said, "we were getting ready for the big push on the Phillipines. I was flying a patrol out of Guam, on the lookout for Japs. All of a sudden my gyrocompass goes nuts. Nothing but static on the radio. My plane goes into a spin and ditches..."

Jennifer could visualize the story as he told it. How he had swum to a tiny coral reef so small he hadn't even noticed it from the air. How he had searched and found the remains of a very dead humanoid alien. Still attached to its lifeless bones was the elemental stone.

"Oh and Druj, of course," Steven added. "He told me to put the stone against my chest. When I did, it sort of grafted itself in place. I suddenly had the power to turn myself into solid rock, and control Earth and Air. I wanted to use it to fight the Japs, but Druj said--"

"Whoa, you did WHAT?" the Fox gasped. "You found this ancient carcass lying there with a stone attached to it, and you put it ON? Weren't you frightened? For all you knew, the stone might have been the cause of the alien's death!"

Steven looked suddenly confused. "Geez, I never thought of it that way. Anyway, Druj said it was--"

"Pretty persuasive, this Druj," the superheroine commented wryly, crossing her legs. "I mean, for a talking necklace!"

Steven frowned. "What are you talking about, Mary?" he said with a gesture towards the table. "Druj is a person like you and me!"

The Fox raised her flawless eyebrows. What? She glanced back at the centerpiece to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. Nope. It was just a red necklace, its yellow eyes glowing slightly. Maybe she had the wrong end of this...

"Steven, You fool!" the necklace hissed. "Don't you see what this little hussy is doing? She's just like all her treacherous kind!" The black curtains slid back from the windows, somehow allowing them to see outside the museum as an armed assault team advanced on the entrance.

"Stinking Nazis!" Steven pushed back his chair, angrily snatching his hand away from Jennifer's. His face seemed as hard as stone as he looked at her. "Oh I see it now! You were only keeping me talking while your friends moved in! You played me for a sucker!"

"No, Steven!" Jennifer protested as she got to her feet. The hurt in his eyes as he looked at her was almost heart-breaking. "Please, it's not like that!"

Suddenly the ballroom around them vanished, revealing that they were in the museum's gems and minerals room. At the same time, the satin dress Jennifer was wearing disappeared, replaced by her Fuchsia Fox costume!

Illusion! It was all illusion! She hadn't been powerless at all! She had been wearing her costume the whole time! For an instant she flashed back on her first encounter with Steven and Druj. Steven had said he wouldn't hit a girl, and those four "monsters" had conveniently appeared, which later turned out to be SWAT officers. And then the elephant, which had been ridiculously easy to get away from. They were all incredibly lifelike illusions. The way Steven described his powers, they only affected elemental matter, earth and air. If that was the case--

While these thoughts were spinning in her head, Steven acted. The cute, boyishly charming man she had been talking to had retreated into a hard, business-like shell. He raised one hand and a gust of wind too strong to resist hurled the superheroine against the brick wall, pinning her there spread-eagled a few inches off the floor. Arches of stone came out of the wall, latching around her wrists and her ankles, holding her captive.

"So, Mata Hari," Steven growled, his eyes locked with hers as he walked close to her, "try to wriggle your way out of this one!"

"Steven, no," the Fox gasped, struggling. "Let me out of this!" But before she could do more than test the strength of the stone holding her imprisoned, he took hold of her halter top and tore loose the back strap. Leaving the neck strap in place, he pushed the skimpy little garment out of his way, leaving Jennifer's pretty B-cups exposed. "NO!" she gasped.

"Mmm! You always did have nice tits," he commented. Stepping in between her slightly parted legs, he looked down hungrily at her supple little coconuts, so firm and ripe for the taking. Leaning forward, he took the tip of her right breast in his mouth, sucking greedily, his teeth lightly scraping the hard point of her bare nipple.

Unnnnnn!!! Jennifer squirmed helplessly from the electric arousal of his caress. Her skin shivered with goosebumps of pleasure even as lower down, his hands found the gentle curve of her thighs, stroking the backs of her knees through the silky fabric of her pantyhose. Desperately she tried to resist, tried to focus her mind on enhancing her strength so that she could break free, but his mouth was ravaging her soft breast, making her heart flutter with desire. His hands roamed towards her inner thighs, leaving a trail of pure temptation across her silken skin. Both hands reached into her cleft, his fingers massaging either side of her pubic mound through the all too thin fabric of her briefs and her tights.

"Ppplease, Steven," the Fox begged, lost in the sensation of his roving fingers, "please don't..." His strong hands felt for a grip on her pantyhose and RIPPED, tearing a gash in their crotch.

"You want it, Mary?" he whispered, his voice husky with lust as his fingers pushed aside the feeble material of her panties and touched her naked slit. "You want it now? This is what I've been waiting for all these years... all these years!"

"Please," the Fox hissed, her whole body flushed and quivering with arousal in spite of herself. "Please... don't..." With her legs parted, her moist pussy vulnerable and completely unprotected, she could almost feel her blood surging with liquid heat, waiting for him to take her.

He didn't keep her waiting for long. As his mouth moved to her left breast, his tongue licking the hard point of her nipple, his hands busied themselves with his trousers. Moments later, the Fox felt him positioning himself in between her legs, his organic hardness making her body hot with anticipation. The tip of his tool nudged at the succulent entrance of her labia. And then ohgodohgodohgod with one FIRM PUSH he was INSIDE!!! Ohhhhhh he was HARD as a ROCK! Jennifer nearly passed out, amazed at the full length of him. His cock was a throbbing, pulsating instrument of pure rapture.

As if from a great distance, she heard a whimper of yearning force its way out of her throat. Every nerve in her body seemed to be tingling, every muscle twitching, as every shred of resistance seemed to disappear. She couldn't fight him! He was going to take her and she couldn't fight at all!

His hands were on her breasts, fondling her twin beauties as his mouth made its way slowly upwards along her smooth neck, until his lips were a whisper away from her right ear. He was breathing heavily, far gone with lust himself. Lower down, she felt his hips tensing for another thrust upwards into the core of her being. "What is he waiting for?" she nearly screamed.

Suddenly... "Alright, FREEZE! Back away from the lady slowly, scumbag!"

Steven stopped what he was doing. It took the Fox a moment to understand what was happening. Captain MacClary stood poised in the doorway of the gems and minerals room, his MP5 submachinegun pointed straight at them. Two other men flanked him, holding ion rifles. They were all wearing Nazi Gestapo uniforms!

As her wits gathered, the Fox fought down a shriek of embarrassment as she realized that With Steven's body screening her, at least the policemen didn't have a good look at exactly WHAT he was doing to her! That was small consolation. She also realized the Nazi uniforms must be illusion, just like the ballroom scene. But it obviously wasn't Steven's doing! And if it wasn't him--

Steven pulled out, letting her briefs fall back into place as he hitched up his trousers and turned on the SWAT team. "Come on then, Fritz! You want a piece of me? It's your funeral!" Instantly he transformed himself into granite and charged!

Little miss-post here. Nothing to be alarmed about.

Chapter 6 --

As the alien made of rock swept down upon them, MacClary fell back, afraid to open fire for fear of a stray bullet hitting the Fuchsia Fox. The men with the non-lethal ion rifles had no such qualms. The energy beams zinged off his stone carapace and only seemed to make him angrier as he slammed into them both, knocking them back into the second floor lobby where they continued the fight.

"Well that gets HIM out of the way," Druj said. The serpent necklace, lying on one of the display cases, slithered across the glass like a live serpent, arching itself upright in a position so that its glowing yellow eyes were looking directly at Jennifer's.

"This is all YOUR doing!" the superheroine cried. "You've been manipulating him all this time with your illusions!"

The serpent laughed, a sound that chilled the Fox's blood. "Of course! What else are humans good for? You were quite right about one thing. The elemental paratropic matrix uses them up eventually. The last host body I used had the effrontery to die just as we crash-landed on this beknighted planet, stranding me on that tiny atoll. I had to wait YEARS for another dupe to come along!"

"Steven!" the Fox breathed. "You needed his body. Without it you're helpless!"

"Alas," Druj said, ignoring her, "over the years he learned to resist direct mental control. He was obsessed with some silly female named Mary. What could I do? Through my mastery of illusion, I convinced him that he had caught Mary cheating on him with another man, and forced him to relive that false memory over and over again. That kept him content to aid me in my search for the master crystal."

Jennifer felt a pang of pity. Poor Steven! Imagine being separated from the woman he loved all those years, under the mistaken impression that she was unfaithful! Hating her and yet wanting her at the same time! No wonder he was a little unstable! "But she DIDN'T cheat on him, did she?" the superheroine blurted. "You lied to him!"

Druj laughed again. "The truth may set you free, young woman, but I have no use for it. After sixty-nine years of combing the Pacific Ocean, I learned that the Master crystal had been found in Central America! Brought to this very museum, in fact. So once again I wove a fanciful story, this time that the Nazis had taken over America. Steven was only too eager to rush to the rescue!"

The Fox frowned. She herself had recently heard about a unique red diamond having been found in Mexico, and temporarily loaned to the Smithsonian. "I hate to put a damper on your plans," she said, "but with Steven busy fighting the SWAT team, you still need a body with arms and legs to retrieve the stone for you."

"Ah, but you forget..." Artie Zuniga, his eyes glazed and unseeing, suddenly picked up the necklace and draped it around his own neck. "...I now have a new toy to play with. I hope he will last sixty-nine years! And you, Zumerian, are powerless to stop me."

The night watchman, wearing Druj around his neck, walking over to the glass display case holding the famous Red Diamond. Zuniga broke open the case and held the fist-sized gem in his hands. "At long last!" Druj said.

"I wouldn't count my chickens just yet," the Fox said. With a mighty jerk, she flexed her supple young body and tore herself loose from the wall, landing in a half crouch.

"No matter," the villain scoffed, as the enthralled watchman held aloft the master crystal. "THIS is not illusion! This is real! Fire and lightning and the raging storm! Your world is about to come crashing down around your ears, heroine! Let me be the first to welcome you to Hell!"

"Oh give it a rest," the Fox said mildly, primly refastening her halter top. Her sleek, sexy body sprang upward and whirled, delivering a spinning back kick which knocked the crystal neatly out of his hand. She landed on her feet, her hand simultaneously grabbing the necklace and snatching it off from around Artie's neck. Quickly she hurled it into a nearby waste basket and upturned it. Now, if she was right...

"Fox?" said the night watchman, instantly snapping out of his trance. "What's going on? What happened to the party? Last thing I remember..."

"I'll explain later, Artie," she replied. Without the hypnotic effect of its yellow eyes, Druj was helpless. "Just don't touch that, whatever you do." Oh God, she thought. She still had to deal with Steven!

***

The SWAT team fought a delaying action as they retreated down stairs into the Rotunda. With more room to maneuver, MacClary, Norris and Blair kept the alien busy while the fourth member of the team deployed a tangler net. The nanocomposite synthetic wrapped tightly around the stone alien's arms and legs, holding him fast.

"Oh come on, Fritz!" Steven growled, flexing against his bindings. "Tell me you can do better than this!" Suddenly the net shredded as he expanded to twice his normal size, One massive hand caught Norris before he could fire, swung his body around and slammed him into the others, bowling them over. MacClary fired his MP5 point blank into his back, but the entire clip just bounced off the granite carapace. The alien turned around slowly, glowering down at the SWAT commander like an angry god...

"That's enough, Steven!" The Fuchsia Fox landed directly in between them. "There's no need for all this!"

"Out of my way, slut!" he roared, swinging a piledriver of a fist at the two of them. The Fox threw herself directly in its path; if she dodged, MacClary would be hit for certain. The blow landed in the center of her chest, slamming both of them the entire width of the Rotunda and straight through the flimsy wall of souvenir shop.

"Ouch that smarts," Jennifer moaned. Even with her force shield, it had felt like getting hit by an 18-wheeler. As she moved, she found herself lying on top of MacClary and half wrapped in his arms. One of his hands was resting on her butt, a fact which might have amused her if she didn't hurt so much.

"Are you all right?" the SWAT commander groaned, throwing off his helmet as he gently tried to shift his position underneath her. "I thought for sure..." He looked up and tried to measure how far the alien had tossed them. Even allowing for his kevlar body armor, if the superheroine hadn't taken the brunt of the impact, he would have been pulped.

"I'll live," the Fox replied, painfully rising to her knees as she looked around the Rotunda. Where had Steven gone to?

WOW! How hott was chapter 5? Loved it, loving this story...Druj and Steven are great villains...can't wait to see how it ends.

I appreciate it, dear lady. I'll probably post the conclusion on Friday.

Chapter 7 --

Steven lumbered through the outside doors of the museum. Ten feet tall, even he was a little bit awed by the sight of the crowd which had gathered outside, television crews and spotlights, all held back by a thin cordon of police cars and uniforms. A shiver of panic rippled through the throng as a score of police officers leveled an assortment of handguns, riot guns and rifles at him.

"STOP! Hold your fire!" Once again the Fuchsia Fox landed between the stone monster and his prey.

Steven glared at the lissome superheroine. "Get out of the way, Mary! I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will if I have to!"

The Fox stood her ground, planting her long, gorgeous legs. "If you want to hurt them, you'll have to go through ME first!" Jennifer swallowed hard, feeling her pulse race with anxiety. She was taking an enormous risk. He was obviously beyond reasoning with, and she wasn't at all certain that she could take him. But on the other hand, nobody ever said being a superheroine was easy.

To her surprise, Steven hesitated. "Come on then!" the Fox insisted, pressing her advantage. "Isn't that what you were going to do in the museum? Violate and ravish me against my will? Isn't that the only way you can express your so-called 'love' for a woman? Well go ahead! What's stopping you? Do it right here in front of the television cameras so everyone in the world can see what a big man you are!" In the back of her mind, a little voice was whimpering Don't encourage him! What if he actually does it? She tried to ignore the mental image of herself splayed flat on her back on the museum steps while he mounted her, and the news cameras recorded it all...

Steven seemed to shrink a little. Tentatively he reached one hand out to her. "I... I don't want to... Mary, please! Get out of the way..."

"I'm not Mary!" the beautiful superlady said. "There are no Nazis! Do you see any swastikas anywhere? Druj was lying to you all the time! About EVERYTHING!"

"What? He... he couldn't..." There was a long, long pause as the stone monster struggled to comprehend. The Fox was all for letting him take his time, but suddenly the dull, heavy thumping sound of helicopter rotors came through the night sky. Two gunships from the Fort Myer Special Response Unit had arrived. Oh no! Not now! Steven snarled, raising his arms to channel a hurricane wind in their direction...

WHAM! A slender beauty in fuchsia spandex slammed into his chest, knocking him off his feet. He frowned at the superheroine standing defiantly in front of him. "I told you, Steven," she said, "you have to go through ME first!"

Suddenly his size rapidly dwindled as the stone covering melted away. A moment later he was human again, squatting on the top of the museum steps. His shirt was torn, and he tore it further, reaching one hand to the center of his chest...

"Steven! DON'T!" the Fox cried, darting forward as she understood what he was up to just a fraction of a second too late. He gave an awful wrench, and his hand emerged holding the elemental stone. Steven collapsed on the steps. His body was aging rapidly before her eyes as the superheroine dropped to her knees, cradling his head in her lap. "Oh, Steven," she crooned. "Why?"

"So lonely," he whispered. "For so long. Promise me, Mary. Promise me I'll never be alone again..."

***

The TV reporters charged past the police barricade, jostling one another in their frenzy to get an interview with the Fox. The beautiful superlady was able to grant them less than five minutes before the police, the Army, the NSA, and representatives from the Smithsonian rushed her away to be debriefed. She told them most of the story, and left them still fighting over the elemental matrix and the serpent necklace. As long as they were aware of the danger involved with messing around with them, she was too tired to care.

As for the Red Diamond master crystal, she sort of neglected to mention it. It would be going back to its owners in Mexico tomorrow where it would be locked away in a display case somewhere, and she figured the less said the better.

Some time later, Martin Fletcher was waiting beside a park bench near the Washington Monument when a slim figure slipped up behind him out of the shadows. "Say mister," a soft voice whispered, "you haven't seen some female clothing lying around hereabouts, have you?"

"Jenn!" he gushed as the Fox threw herself into his waiting arms. "Are you all right? You weren't hurt, were you?"

"Shut up and kiss me," the sexy superheroine moaned, suiting the action to the word. For the next several minutes, their mouths were too busy for nonessentials like talking. "Let's go to your place, babe," Jennifer pleaded, coming up for air finally. "Pretty please? I can't tell you how much I want to-- Oh drat!" she added as she remembered they were supposed to be meeting another couple for dinner. "Liz and Mark."

"I called them a little while ago," Fletcher said, "and told them we were stuck here for the duration when the police cordoned off the area. It's all over the news."

"I don't know what I'd do without you," the Fox replied, leaning on his shoulder. "But I'd better get my clothes on. People will be swarming over this area any minute, and it would be really embarrassing if--" As she disentangled herself from his arms, she got momentarily hung up in his jacket. A small square object fell out of the pocket and rattled on the concrete sidewalk.

Fletcher quickly reached for it, but a mere man didn't stand a chance against her superhuman reflexes. She snatched it up and opened it, then she let out a quiet gasp of astonishment.

"It's... uh..." Fletcher said. He cleared his throat. "I had planned to... well, it's..." He cleared his throat again. He dropped to one knee. "Jenn, will you marry me?"

The invincible Fuchsia Fox suddenly felt a lump in her throat that prevented her from saying a word. She stood there completely helpless, staring at the ring inside the box. Her vision was suddenly blurry. She had a hard time even breathing. Her knees felt weak and wobbly.

Then it was a good thing he stood up, because he had to catch her as she jumped into his arms. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she said, "Yes!" over and over again.

>>>>THE END>>>

Another great story from Fox and interesting villain that you created, looking forward to the next adventure

Your very best story to date. The raw sensuality pierced with sadness, regret, and anger by the antagonist was wonderfully refreshing. The tender moments and his final ripping away of the stone to put an end to the misery wrought on him by the true villain of the piece was masterful. I think that you have set a new bar for yourself with this one.

Very kind of you to say so. Thank you so much!