Fuchsia Fox: "The Synthetic Man", by Centurion

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Hey everybody, here's the next Fuchsia Fox story from Centurion! I hope all of you enjoy it ... and as always, your feedback is so very much appreciated.

Oh, also maybe check back now and again, as I am lobbying Centurion to let me write up another of my Saucy Flirty Epilogue Extras to this story. If he agrees and signs off on what I write up, I will post it in this same thread. (Also, please let me know if you like these saucy extras of mine ... or if you think the story is better being left off where Centurion leaves it off. If you're wondering what I mean by "saucy extra", here's an example that can be found at the end of the "Better Loving Through Alchema" story ... viewtopic.php?f=9&t=30214 )

Anyway, here's the Fuchsia Fox story! ...

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Fuchsia Fox: "The Synthetic Man"
By Centurion


Chapter 1 -- Rockville, Maryland


In the reception lobby of Eversin Bio-Technologies, a group of about a dozen lab technicians in white coats were waiting, restless with anticipation. Three people standing in front stood out -- a middle-aged man in a suit, a youngish, pretty African-American woman in a gray knee-length sweater dress, and a uniformed security guard who was listening to something on his radio earpiece.

"She's here," the guard said quietly.

The group stirred with excitement, craning their necks to get a glimpse of the two people who were climbing up the steps of the building entrance. One was a strapping young man in the uniform of a U.S. Army officer. The other one was--

The transparent double doors slid open, and there she was in person -- the Fuchsia Fox, entering the lobby with the confident stride of a supermodel. She was beautiful enough to take your breath away, her short brunette hair dancing around her face like the halo of a goddess. Her lean, lovely body was dressed in a tight-fitting reddish-purple costume that left a great deal of her uncovered. Her waist was sheathed in a 14-inch miniskirt which swished seductively with each graceful movement of her flawless legs. Above her toned midriff, she wore a matching halter top with an emblem in the shape of a fox head stretched snugly across her firm, youthful bust. Her feet were clad in ankle boots, and her slender arms, swinging at her sides, were in elbow length gloves.

The small crowd broke into spontaneous applause, which the stunning superheroine accepted with a somewhat shy smile. She turned her head slightly toward the handsome military officer at her side.

"Lieutenant Jenkins, don't you have any idea what this was about?" she asked quietly.

"Not a clue," Oscar replied, sidling as close to the sexy beauty as possible. "It's a bio-tech company. All I know is that General Hughes was contacted directly by the CEO, Joshua Eversin. He asked for you."

"I know who HE is," the Fox said, impressed. "He won the Nobel Prize for his work on stem cells."

"The company doesn't have any defense contracts. The closest thing I could find was a grant from NASA to study tardigrades -- microscopic critters that are resistant to radiation. They think one day they'll be able to engineer those genes into astronauts."

The Fox shrugged. "But what do they want with me?"

Oscar replied with a suggestive grin, as though to say it should be obvious what any red-blooded man would want with her. He slipped his right hand around her back, lightly touching the top curve of her rump without being conspicuous about it. "Hey, I'm just glad that Captain Fletcher was busy and let me be your escort this time."

"Down boy," the Fox said, returning his grin. But she allowed his hand to remain where it was.

The man in the suit approached the Fox. "I'm Derek Mayne, general projects manager," he said, grabbing her hand and pumping it, his eyes seemingly stuck on her chest emblem. "Looking forward so much to working with you..."

"I'm Dr. Monica Blake, special projects," the Black woman squeaked, elbowing him aside as she clasped the Fox's gloved hand. "It's such a thrill to meet you in person. I'm a huge fan!"

"Catch your breath, Dr. Blake," the Fox said, smiling. "I'm just a girl who prances around in a cute little costume. It's scientists like you, discovering new things to benefit us all, who I look up to."

The rest of the group crowded forward, all of them wanting to meet the superheroine, but Mr. Mayne waved them away. "I am sure there will be other opportunities for that kind of thing," he said. "Dr. Eversin is waiting."

The Fox and Oscar followed as he and Dr. Blake led the way down a wide corridor to a set of security doors. Dr. Blake tapped her security badge against the code reader and the doors opened.

"Well!" said a harsh, amplified voice. "Here at last!"

The man who had spoken was sitting in a motorized wheelchair. Joshua Eversin was in his late 50's, his dark hair with salt-and-pepper fringes slicked down over his head. He was dressed in a black suit, including vest and a bowtie. His body looked very thin, almost sickly. The left corner of his mouth turned upward slightly, giving him the appearance of a permanent smirk. One hand sat on the control stick of the chair while the other fiddled with the voice-box amplifier attached around his neck, turning the volume back down to a comfortable level.

As if to compensate for the paralysis of his body, his dark, narrow eyes were in constant motion, looking the Fox's body up and down. With the sneer frozen on his face, the young superheroine had the impression that she was being examined minutely.

"It was worth the wait," he said graciously. "You are every bit as exquisite as your reputation, young woman."

"Thank you, sir," the Fox replied, feeling slightly taken aback. "May I say how much I've admired your work?"

"Between you and me, pleasantries bore me," Eversin said, wheeling his chair around sharply. "I'm sure that you want to know the reason I called you here. Come with me." The chair rolled off at a fair turn of speed. This new corridor was lined with the doors to laboratories on both sides, each labeled with a number.

"Much of our work here is academic," Eversin continued as he wheeled down the corridor, "gene sequencing and forensics testing. We have contracts with several private hospitals for research into recombinant DNA therapies for genetic defects and illnesses. But as you might expect, my own pet project has to do with developing a treatment for muscular paralysis. Ah, here we are. What I'm about to show you is Project 114, our most closely-guarded secret."

Lab 8, the door he had stopped in front of, had both a bio-hazard warning and a radiation hazard warning posted on the door. Inside, one wall was lined with cabinets containing chemicals and glassware. Along the other side was a long worktable with microscopes and assorted lab equipment. At the far end was an airlock hatch that led into another laboratory.

Dr. Blake put on a pair of latex gloves. Crossing to a stainless-steel refrigerator unit, she opened the door and carefully removed a large gallon beaker which she set down on the table. "Give it a moment to warm up," the girl said, smiling as she stepped back as if to allow the Fox a closer look.

The superheroine didn't want a closer look. The beaker was three-quarters full of what looked like a thick, slimy mud, sort of a brownish gray in color. It didn't seem impressive in any way to Jennifer. Oscar nudged up against her as he leaned toward the mouth of the beaker.

"That is Project 114," Dr. Eversin said proudly, "a bio-engineered protoplasmic organism created by combining genes from different species of annelids, mutated further by controlled bursts of gamma rays. Go ahead, lieutenant. Touch it. It won't hurt you."

Oscar didn't like the look of the thing, but he also didn't want the Fox to think he was a wuss. Gingerly he reached over with his right hand to the mouth of the beaker.

A pseudopod as thick as a sausage suddenly rose up from the beaker and hooked itself around his wrist. "Hey! What the hell?" Oscar cried, drawing back in alarm, but the appendage had already encircled his forearm, wrapping glutinously around his elbow as it kept oozing up his sleeve. Two and a half feet of it was already out of the beaker before the Fox darted forward without a thought and seized it with her right hand.

The organism immediately squirmed through the superheroine's fingers, leaving Oscar as it coiled its way up her glove-sheathed arm. The Fox tried to tighten her grip, but the pseudopod, now fully out of the beaker and nearly five feet long, was already past her elbow, slithering snake-like over her bare skin as it climbed across her slender shoulders and looped behind her. The thing felt warm and smooth, almost oily on her naked skin. It seemed thicker now, throbbing almost like an engorged penis.

Jennifer felt a sensuous, almost erotic shiver travel up her spine as it crossed her bare back across her shoulder blades, sliding around her left arm and back to her torso. The serpentine "head" of the thing nuzzled the base of her left boob, slithering upward between her two gorgeous B-cups as it completed its encirclement of her.

"I'll get it," Oscar said, trying to grab the head of the thing with both hands. It resisted him.

"It helps if you don't try to fight it," Monica Blake added, joining in. As her latex-gloved hands touched it, a quiver ran along the pseudopod. It seemed to hesitate, then it divided into two serpents, one of which looped its tail around Monica's slim waist. The ends merged again into one, binding Monica and the Fox together as the thing tried to encircle them both.

Thinking quickly, Mayne threw open the refrigerator door. The cooler air seemed to make it hesitate again, allowing Mayne and Oscar to unwrap the organism from the two girls' bodies and return it to the beaker.

"Remarkable, isn't it?" said Dr. Eversin, whose dark eyes had watched the entire performance greedily. The smirk on his lip seemed more pronounced. "The lab assistants call it the Synthetic Worm. No nervous system, no muscular structure, merely undifferentiated protoplasm. And yet you saw and felt how strong it was. You felt how surely and sensually it moves. Imagine physically bonding it with the limbs of a paralyzed person so that it was able to respond to their nerve impulses. It could even replace the limbs of an amputee, becoming either an arm or a leg as the need arose."

"Impressive," the Fox said, her skin still tingling a little bit. "But why are you showing me this? Where do I come in?"

"As you saw, the Worm has no brain," Eversin went on. "It has only a simple tactile response. To be of use to us, we must get it to respond to the patient's neurological impulses."

"That makes sense," said Oscar.

"Nothing seems to work. Frankly, we have run up against a wall with the genetic material available to us."

"I sympathize, sir," the Fox said. "But I don't know what I can do to help."

Eversin's wheelchair moved closer to her. "My dear, you can help us immensely," he said. "What we need is a sample of your DNA."


***


Chapter 2 –


For a moment, the Fuchsia Fox was speechless. Her DNA? Used in experiments to mate with that thing?

"I have seen films of your exploits," Dr. Eversin said, the smirk in his lip becoming more noticeable as his eyes danced with excitement, "as the whole world has. With the extraordinary things that you can do, surely your genes must be extraordinary. Therein the answer might lie."

"I... I don't know what to say, Dr. Eversin," Jennifer stammered. "It's my genetic makeup. I'll... I'll have to think about it."

"Surely there is nothing to think about," Eversin said soothingly, his lip twitching as he edged even closer. "I assure you that I would use the utmost care with such an intimate part of you."

"I'm sure that you would," the superheroine said, hurriedly moving back. "I don't doubt that for a moment. It's just... I'll just have to think it over."

The scientist frowned deeply, fumbling with the joystick of his wheelchair as he backed off in frustration. "Of course, of course," he said testily. "Forgive my impatience. Why don't we make another appointment... say two weeks from today?"

Mayne held open the door of the refrigerator while Dr. Blake placed the beaker back inside. "We can talk about it some more upstairs in the executive offices," he said as he closed the door. "We can have coffee and relax. There's no rush. Whatever you decide, I know our people would be delighted if you would sign a few autographs while you're here."

Dr. Blake and Dr. Eversin remained in Lab 8 while the Fox, Oscar, and the general manager headed back toward the lobby. Dr. Eversin stopped his wheelchair outside the door of the lab and watched them depart with narrowed eyes before turning back inside.

"Let me get this straight," Oscar said. "You just want to draw a blood sample from her?"

"I'm afraid that wouldn't help much," Mayne said. "Red blood cells don't have nuclei. White blood cells do, but the DNA is harder to extract. Ideally, we'd want a sample of skin, say a half inch by a half inch. Like a scratch. She'd never miss it. The injury would heal over in a couple of days."

"That's not the point," the Fox said. "The point is that I wouldn't have any control over how it was used. I'd have no--"

Suddenly there was a commotion from Lab 4, ahead on the left just on the other side of a narrow cross-corridor. The door to the lab burst open as two male lab technicians ran out, almost falling over one another in their obvious panic. "Gargantua's broken free! Run!" one of the men gulped, as they both bolted down the side corridor.

"Oh shit!" muttered Mayne, yanking his cell phone out of his pocket as red alarm light began to flash up near the ceiling. "We'd better clear the corridor, stat," he added to his two guests as he speed-dialed a number.

Just then they heard a high-pitched woman's scream coming from Lab 4! Mayne's response was a sickly grimace of fear as he broke into a run AWAY from Lab 4 as fast as his feet would take him. "Get Security down here!" he babbled into his phone. "Trank guns! We've got an escaped lab animal!" He had reached the big security doors around the bend and was fumbling with his badge before he realized that Oscar and the Fox weren't with him.

The Fox had instantly dashed without hesitation toward Lab 4. As her long legs crossed the threshold, the spunky superheroine stopped short, allowing Oscar to bump into her, one hand slipping around her lissome waist. The lab was in a shambles -- the table overturned, glassware and equipment scattered over the floor. Along one wall was cages full of experimental animals, small monkeys who were jumping up and down excitedly against the bars of their cages and screeching their little lungs out. The biggest cage, in the far corner, was wide open, its door ripped off its hinges.

"Oh my stars and garters," muttered Oscar, as his eyes alit upon the biggest silverback gorilla he had ever seen. So this was Gargantua!

He had to be seven feet tall, no exaggeration. His thick body squatted in the middle of the room, bristling with iron-gray fur. A good portion of fur had been shaved off his left arm on the inside of his elbow for an I.V. line, and there was clean white bandage there, as well as a plastic identification bracelet on his left wrist. The I.V. bottle itself was lying on the floor. He was squatting over the trembling body of a blonde female lab technician, who was whimpering in fear and too terrified to move. Her white lab coat was lying in tatters across the floor, and her red blouse had also been torn virtually off her body, exposing a white lace bra, hugging her twin breasts as she gasped for breath.

The gorilla grunted angrily at the sudden entrance of the Fox and Oscar, expelling a gust of wind from his wide, flat nostrils. His beady eyes, deep sunken under his craggy brows, glared at them redly. The girl in his clutches let out a thin whine of pure terror.

"Just relax, miss," Oscar said quietly, wishing that he had a sidearm. "We'll get you out of there." He glanced at the Fox.

The superheroine took a deep breath, feeling Oscar's body tensed beside hers, his hand resting on her pert little bottom. "Okay, I'll get its attention," she said. "You rescue the girl."

The Fox stepped slowly into the room, circling to the right, her arms spread wide, palms extended in an open, conciliatory gesture. "Stay calm, big boy," she said. "No one's going to hurt you."

The gorilla gave another grunt, its red-rimmed eyes roaming curiously up and down the superheroine's sleek, slender, spandex-clad body while his fingers plucked idly at the frightened technician's white bra. The elastic snapped suddenly, letting her plump C-cups jiggle freely in all their glory. The girl let out a tremulous moan of fear, which the gorilla did not seem to like at all. He barked at her angrily, baring his great yellow teeth.

"STOP!" the Fox commanded, taking a step forward. "Stop right there!"

Gargantua rose from his squatting position, ripping the girl's bra entirely off. His beady brown eyes were focused with clearly erotic fascination on the Fox now, ogling her nubile curves, his nostrils flaring lustfully. Oscar tensed himself to move.

The gorilla charged, his bow-legged gait eating up the short distance as his long, muscular arms reached out for the sexy superheroine. But Jennifer had already anticipated his charge and caught his wrist, using his momentum to flip him past her and guide him face-first into a metal cabinet.

Oscar quickly dashed into the lab, but he didn't quite make it to the girl before Gargantua had broken out of the Fox's grasp, sweeping his right arm around in a back swipe that barely missed her. The Fox's fist smacked into the infuriated gorilla's broad chest, but only seemed to enrage it more.

It wasn't like fighting a man at all; the gorilla was wilder and more unpredictable. The superheroine even wondered if he was on steroids or something, as she desperately dodged his next attack and the one after. The Fox's supple body spun around, delivering a high kick that rocked him backwards. She managed to duck another swipe before one of Gargantua's fists caught her hard, sending her tumbling through the door and out into the corridor. As she lay dazed, he was on her at once, both of his monstrous arms wrapping around the girl's sylph-like waist, trapping her and pulling her into his amorous grasp.

"Now's your chance, Oscar," the Fox called, panting from the exertion. "I'll keep him... distracted… while you get the girl out of here."

Held captive in Gargantua's hairy arms by his steroid-enhanced strength, the stunning superheroine could feel the randy gorilla groping at her, his hot breath huffing at the back of her swanlike neck while his leathery hands explored her halter top, lasciviously feeling up her sweet, pliant coconuts. He was so much like an extremely hairy man, right down to the throbbing penis standing erect between his legs alongside her creamy thigh, that Jennifer felt a momentary surge of unwanted arousal, making her nipples perk up.

"Don't get any ideas there, Curious George," the Fox scolded, remembering how he had ripped the girl technician's clothes off.

Out the corner of her eye, the superheroine watched as Oscar scooped the blonde technician into his strong arms, edging along the corridor and around the corner. He had sense enough not to call attention to their escape, but the gorilla noticed anyway. His head came up with a jerk as he saw Oscar stealing what he thought belonged to him. Yeah, just like a typical man, the Fox thought. He has one bird right here in the hand, and yet he can't help wondering if he's missing out.

Gargantua barked in fury, his fingers digging into the straps of the Fox's halter top and stretching the skimpy feminine garment almost to the breaking point. "That's enough, sparky," the Fox said, slamming her elbow like a piledriver into his chest and twisting her lissome body out of his clutches. His brawny arm swung around, but the young heroine ducked, gracefully catching his wrist. There was a struggle as she exerted a considerable portion of her super strength to twist his arm behind him. The gorilla roared, but as she pinned his other arm as well, he was at a disadvantage.

The Fox now noticed a pair of uniformed security guards creeping up, about twenty feet down the left-hand corridor. One of them lifted a tranquilizer rifle to his shoulder and took aim. The spunky heroine tried to hold the struggling gorilla steady. Pffft! The dart flew, whizzed past the Fox's left ear, and ricocheted off the invisible force shield which protected her lovely neck.

Gosh, these guys are terrible shots, she thought.

Grimly the Fox redoubled her hold on the wriggling, squirming Gargantua, struggling to drag him back into the laboratory and return him to his cage.

"Hang on, Fox!" Oscar suddenly appeared in front of her, holding a trank rifle he had commandeered. Shooting from chest height, he nailed the gorilla in the meaty part of his shoulder. Click-clack! He chambered another dart and fired again, putting the second one three inches from the first.

All the fight seemed to go out of Gargantua right away. The Fox could feel him sagging in her arms as four more security officers arrived with manacles to clamp around his hands and feet. Several people were crowding around now that the danger was past, including Dr. Blake, hovering in the background. Suddenly a motorized wheelchair cut through the crowd.

"Is it secure?" Dr. Eversin asked, his face tense and full of concern. "Was anyone hurt?" His chair ground to an abrupt halt as his eyes lit upon the Fox, surveying her from top to bottom. "I was afraid that you might have been manhandled... or injured," he said lamely.

"Ha!" said Oscar, tossing the trank rifle back to one of the guards. "It would take more than a gorilla on steroids to manhandle the Fox."

"Lieutenant Jenkins is the head of my fan club, so he should know," the superheroine said, planting her hands on her trim, supple hips.

The Fox was escorted back to the lobby, where she signed a few autographs. A short time later, she and Oscar were walking down the steps to the government-issued car Oscar was driving. "Well, I guess I'll say good-bye, Lieutenant Jenkins," the heroine said. "It was fun as usual." She had ridden with him from the Pentagon, but there was really no need to ride back there.

"There's always excitement when you're around, Fox," he said. "If you need a liaison when you come back in two weeks, remember I'm always available."

The heroine smiled. "I'm sure you are, Oscar. But there's no need. I've already made up my mind. I'm not going to let them have my DNA."

"Yeah, I thought you'd say that," Oscar said, reaching into his pants pocket. "You ought to take a look at this first. Dr. Blake handed me this during the confusion there with Gargantua. She seemed anxious not to let Dr. Eversin see her do it."

It was one of Dr. Blake's business cards, with her work phone number and extension. Written on the back in black ink was the following: "Must speak to you urgently! Call after 7!"


***


Chapter 3 –


The Pentagon has two entrances for the general public and three entrances for military personnel who work there. Oscar drove into one of these, following the tunnel that led ultimately to the underground garage. While still on the surface level, however, he pulled over and got out, handing the car over to a motor pool sergeant who did a double take and stood gawking in disbelief at the beautiful brunette babe in fuchsia spandex who got out of the passenger side.

The Fuchsia Fox hurried through the entrance alongside Oscar, her tiny miniskirt swishing seductively around her tempting booty. The Marine sentries at the door snapped to attention as Oscar passed, but even their iron discipline couldn't prevent their eyes from wandering, following the delectable curves of the superheroine's satiny stems and lean, lovely body.

"Sir!" said the lance corporal in charge of issuing visitor's passes. His eyes bulged as he fumbled with the hand-held metal detector, staring longingly at the Fox's pert little boobs as they thrust proudly against the front of her halter top. "I'll have to... er..." He waved the metal detector suggestively.

"I'll vouch for her, corporal," Oscar grinned, signing "Fuchsia Fox" into the visitor's log and his own name beside it. "Issue her a pass."

The Fox felt smugly proud of herself as the corporal handed over a plastic visitor's badge with shaking hands. "Thank you very much, corporal," she said haughtily, taking her time pinning it carefully to the narrow strap of her halter top. Sometimes she just couldn't resist the temptation to tease men! She tossed her short brunette tresses, following Oscar down the corridor and leaving a trail of pleasantly stunned soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines in her wake.

Ten minutes later, the two of them were in the office of Captain Martin Fletcher. The Fox perched her lovely tush on the corner of his desk, crossing her glamorous gams while they told him everything which had happened at Eversin Bio-Technologies. Martin turned to the computer on his desk and called up a file. "We don't have a lot on Dr. Eversin," he said. "Nobel Prize winner, obviously. After the automobile accident that paralyzed him, he became obsessed with finding some kind of treatment, but that's understandable I suppose."

"The note says to call after seven," Oscar said with a look at his wristwatch. "It's only three o'clock now." He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together behind his head. "What can we do to pass the time?"

"You can get back to work," Fletcher said sternly. "Don't you have a report you need to finish?"

"I've got things I can be doing, too," the Fox said, uncrossing her legs and sliding off her perch. "I'll let you guys know how it turns out."

The two men got up from their seats, and without thinking the Fox reached toward Martin out of sheer reflex to kiss her husband good-bye. Mercifully she stopped herself with her lips mere inches from his, turning the movement into a friendly half-hug, half-handshake. After all, it was supposed to be a well-kept secret that she was married to him! Oscar naturally thought that he was entitled to a hug as well, and Jennifer couldn't very well refuse. The lieutenant's muscular arms snaked around her lissome waist, drawing her into his embrace as his right hand unexpectedly patted her bottom, giving her left butt cheek a good, firm squeeze!

The Fox felt her cheeks reddening as she saw the ironic grin on Martin's face.

"Er... does someone want to escort me to the entrance, so I don't get lost?" she said.


***


Fast forward to 7:15 PM … Jennifer Traylor Fletcher was at home in her Arlington apartment, dressed only in a white tank top and pink pajama shorts. On the dining table in front of her was a small plate of chicken strips and broccoli. She glanced at the clock, thoughtfully sucking a stray dollop of ranch dressing from her fingers as she reached for her wine glass.

Her husband Martin, in his uniform trousers and t-shirt, was sitting on the other side of the table. "What was up with you and Oscar today?" he said, grinning.

"I don't know what you mean," Jenn said loftily, taking a sip of wine. "Do you think it's about time I called Dr. Blake?"

"Don't change the subject," Martin said. "Look, you know I love watching how other men react to you, how turned on they get by the mere sight of you in that sexy costume. You're the stuff of fantasies. Half the men in the world would kill to be in my place -- sleeping with the Fuchsia Fox and enjoying her heavenly body every single night."

Jennifer took another sip to cover her blushes.

"I'm just saying that with guys like Oscar, you have to be careful how you encourage them. After that incident you described at the Club X party, he might start thinking he has some kind of claim on you."

"I'm a big girl, Martin," Jenn said. "I can handle Oscar." She glanced at the clock again. "I really should call. Did you get that disposable phone, so she can't trace the call?"

Martin sat back long enough to pull a cell phone from his pocket and hand it across to her. "I'm curious to hear what she has to say, too," he said, turning serious. "I did a little more digging this afternoon. In the past month there have been two unexplained deaths in the vicinity of Eversin's lab. Two attractive young women. The cause of death was listed as heart failure, but the coroner's report said that their chests had been crushed, almost as though they had been constricted."

Constricted? Jennifer couldn't help thinking of that Synthetic Worm she had seen at the lab, but it wasn't nearly big enough or powerful enough for something like that. She took a gulp of wine. Then she dialed the phone number and extension on the card. It rang only twice before it was picked up. "Yes? This is Dr. Monica Blake," the girl's voice said.

"Dr. Blake? This is the Fuchsia Fox. You said you had something urgent to tell me."

There was a low gasp on the other end. "Uh... yes. I don't know quite where to start. Something is wrong. I can't really tell you over the phone. I have to show you."

"Okay," Jennifer said. "Do you want me to come to the lab tomorrow, and bring Lt. Jenkins and Captain Fletcher?"

"For God's sake, no!" Monica said. "You have to come tonight. I have to show you tonight. Meet me in my office, room 307. I've arranged for the east entrance to be unlocked until 8. At that time the cross-check program on the computer will find the glitch and erase it. You have to come now!"

Jennifer frowned. "Dr. Blake, can you give me some kind of hint what this is about?"

"Not over the phone. If I was caught, it would be--", suddenly there were sounds of a struggle on the other end of the line. Jenn listened to several dull thumps, as though Monica's phone had been dropped. Then there were a few seconds of silence before someone clicked the phone off.

"I think Dr. Blake is in trouble," Jennifer said to Martin, dropping the phone and hurrying into their bedroom. Hardly breaking stride, she snatched up her bracelets of Ishtar lying on her dresser and slipped them onto her wrists. Instantly there was a flash of light and her Fuchsia Fox costume appeared around her slender young body. She threw open the balcony doors, the evening wind fluttering her brunette hair.

"I'll meet you there," Martin said, grabbing his service .45. "In case you need back-up."

The Fox nodded and launched herself out into the night sky.


***


Fifteen miles away in Monica Blake's office, Dr. Eversin clicked off her desk phone and returned it to its cradle. "You did well," he said. "I think it sounded very convincing. Didn't it sound convincing, Mayne?"

"Oh yes," said the general manager, standing near the door. "Very convincing. She's probably on her way here right now."

The Black girl sighed. "I just don't know... You're not going to harm her, are you?"

"My dear, harming her is the very last thing that I want," Eversin said, wheeling his chair around. "But we must have her DNA. I had hoped that turning Gargantua loose would procure us a skin sample underneath his fingernails. Or failing that, she'd be knocked out by the tranquilizer. But I underestimated her. Clearly we need a more direct approach."

"Ms. Randal could have been killed!" Monica said, her lower lip trembling. "Don't you care about that?"

"The trap we've rigged for her," said Mayne nervously, "should knock her out without hurting her."

Monica let out an unhappy moan, dropping her face.

"Claypool becomes more unstable every day," Eversin said to her. "Do you want him to remain like that for the rest of his life? Well do you?"

Monica raised her head. She took in a deep, resigned breath. "No, sir. No, I don't."


***


Chapter 4 –


Like a fuchsia-clad comet, the Fuchsia Fox streaked north across the Potomac until she picked up the straight line of street lights which marked Connecticut Avenue and followed that line northwest. Once she arrived at Rockville, it took her much longer than anticipated to actually locate the Bio-Tech company; things always looked different from the air, let alone at night.

At last the daring young superheroine alighted inside the compound. The parking lot was empty except for half a dozen cars. The Fox moved stealthily to the east entrance and tried the door. Sure enough, it opened easily. She paused to listen. All seemed quiet; there were no sounds that might be expected if an alarm had been given. Quickly she hurried along the corridor, making her way to the lobby. There were no security guards in sight. Maybe they were off making their rounds.

The elevators were nearby, but the Fox took the stairs up to the third floor. She found room 307 and slipped inside. It was a comfortable office with beige carpets and wall weave accenting a wooden desk. A slim, attractive figure wearing a gray sweater dress was slumped in the chair on the other side as if she had fallen asleep.

"Dr. Blake? Are you alright?" The Fox leaned across the top of the desk, reaching toward her shoulder. It was then that she noticed the clear plastic face mask that the pretty African-American girl was wearing. At that same instant, Monica's eyes flicked open, shooting her a remorseful, guilt-ridden look.

HISSSS!! White smoke suddenly began pumping out of the air vents in the ceiling. A trap! The Fox instinctively held her breath, clamping one glove-sheathed hand over her nose and mouth. The stunning super-lady spun on her heel, darting back toward the door just as a metal shutter slid across the aperture with a THUNK!, sealing her in!

The gas was getting thicker. The Fox advanced on the door, extending her right hand to get an idea how thick the metal shutter was. ZAP! Fifty thousand volts of electricity arced across her lean, lissome body, throwing the sassy superheroine off her feet and against the desk.

Jennifer's vision began to swim. She had inadvertently taken a gulp of air, and with it the sleep gas which was rapidly filling the room. A cloud of drowsiness swept over her brain. Once again, she held her breath, fighting to resist the urge to pass out. She had to get out of here, fast!

Desperately the beautiful young super-girl turned and clasped her hands around Monica's desk. Hoisting it into her arms, she used it as a battering ram, putting every ounce of her super-strength behind it to bash both the shutter and the door off their hinges. The Fox leaped gracefully through the gap created and collapsed on her silken knees in the hallway outside, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling as she sucked precious air into her lovely lungs.

"Once again, I seem to have underestimated you," Dr. Eversin said, sitting in his wheelchair not twelve feet away, flanked by two uniformed security guards holding ion rifles.

"I get that a lot," the Fox panted, focusing on him with difficulty. "Do you want to tell me what this is all about?"

"Is this where you expect the villain to gloat and tell you everything?" the crippled scientist said. "I mean to have that DNA sample. If you will not give it to me voluntarily, I will take it by force from your helpless, unresisting body."

"Take your best shot," the Fox glared defiantly, thrusting herself to her feet.

The guards opened fire, the energy beams from their rifles stinging as they glanced off her invisible force shield, while Eversin backed his wheelchair rapidly into a reverse one-eighty turn. The spunky superheroine tore through the two thugs in only a few seconds, knocking the weapons out of their hands, punching one out, grabbing his collar, spinning and using his brawny frame like a sandbag against the other. As they both sagged to the floor unconscious, she hurried after the retreating wheelchair.

Dr. Eversin had come up against the door to his own office. He paused with his hand halfway to the number pad beside the door, perhaps realizing that locking himself inside was a bad strategic move. He could hear the seductive, feminine sound of high heels approaching on the hallway carpet.

"It's over, Dr. Eversin," the Fox said, smugly crossing her arms. "Let's talk about a couple of unexplained deaths in your neighborhood."

"Yes, let's do that," the scientist said amiably. "Have you met Claypool?"

"Is that some kind of code name?" the superheroine scoffed.

Just then the Fox heard a sort of liquid, slithering sound behind her. She half-turned to look over her shoulder. Something was oozing through the ventilation duct behind her, but this time it wasn't sleep gas -- rather it was a thick stream of what looked like brownish mud. It bore a striking resemblance to the Synthetic Worm she had been introduced to earlier that afternoon, although this one was much, much bigger. As the superheroine watched in horrified fascination, gallons of it poured glutinously through the duct, forming a lump on the floor. And as fast as it pooled, the gunk seemed to gather itself and stand upright. Although it was somewhat blobbish around the edges, it was no formless worm. It was taller than a man and had a definite man-like shape -- two legs, a broad torso, two long, dangling arms, even a gob-like head equipped with a wide mouth and two eyes which seemed to shine with a wicked, yellowish light.

As quickly as the Fox took all this in, the creature moved. Its left arm rose up and looped around her trim, alluring waist like a serpent, encircling her bare, well-toned midriff and jerking her slender body off the floor. As before, it felt smooth and almost oily on her skin, like sentient mud. The heroine grabbed hold of the viscous substance with both hands, her elegant legs flailing as she struggled desperately against the tentacle's hideous strength. At last she was able to loosen its hold, pushing the tightly grasping appendage upward over the succulent curves of her breasts as she squirmed through its clutches and landed on her feet on the floor.

Instantly the monster's right arm made a fist -- a brick-shaped fist the size of an end table -- and punched the Fox with a sweeping roundhouse. Even through her force shield, the impact felt like getting hit by a truck, slamming the cocky young super-babe twenty feet against the reinforced interior wall of the corridor. "Unnnnn," the Fox moaned, dropping to the floor in a daze.

The creature's eyes shone evilly as both of its arms stretched out across the hallway, their ends forming big, four-fingered hands which groped for the girl's nubile young body. The Fox swiftly eluded them, diving and rolling out of their grasp toward the main torso of the thing.

As its left arm flailed back in her direction, the heroine caught hold of its "wrist", hoping to ensnare it. Grappling with it, the Fox could feel the power inherent in its substance. It was like holding onto a fire hose. The outer skin felt rubbery and yielding, but below that was a substratum of firmness, although there was nothing like bone in it at all. As she wrestled with the thing, gradually pulling its arm behind it, the heroine felt that thanks to her bracelets of Ishtar, she had a definite edge as far as pure strength went.

But suddenly the tentacle went slack, and she found herself trying to hold onto nothing but putty as the appendage split, the main "arm" whipping out of her grasp and the "hand" part simply dropping to the floor, running like viscous mud to rejoin the base of the creature.

At the same time, its other arm punched the Fox in the small of her back. The spunky heroine rolled with the blow, executing a graceful forward flip and landing catlike on her feet, breathing hard.

The Fox charged, throwing all she had into a haymaker aimed squarely at the creature's stomach. The results felt less than impressive, even to her. It felt like punching squishy, half-congealed concrete, as the force of her blow was spread over the thing's entire body. It wasn't even fazed.

Both its arms darted forward now. The left tentacle snaked around the heroine's right arm like a whip, holding her defenseless while the other encircled her sylph-like waist, entwining around her flawless curves and plucking her off the floor. As with the Synthetic worm earlier that day, the Fox felt an almost erotic shiver run along her bare, satiny skin as the tentacle oozed like mud over the luscious hills and valleys of her helpless body. Jenn barely suppressed a moan as she felt it tighten around her ribcage, choking the breath out of her. Desperately she kicked and flailed, struggling to break out of its hold.

"As you can see, my dear," said Dr. Eversin, scooting his wheelchair forward, "you never stood a chance. Now you are at my mercy."

"I wouldn't... be so … sure," the Fox gasped, but she knew that it was hopeless. Her arms and legs were pinned. If she'd had time to fully recover from the sleep gas and that electrical jolt, she might have made a better showing. But the way things were-- Unnnn! A tremor of arousal shot through her spine as the tentacle lapped around her marvelous chest once again, then twined around her neck, squeezing tighter... ooooooh! and tighter...

"Claypool, no!" Dr. Eversin commanded, suddenly alarmed. "We need her alive!"

"YOU need her alive," a deep voice rumbled inside the thing. "What do I need her for?"

Jennifer couldn't believe her ears! Was her oxygen-starved brain hallucinating, or was this monster actually talking? Then a dark blanket seemed to swallow her up in its heavy embrace, robbing her of consciousness.


***


Chapter 5 –



She was moving, that much she could tell. Through her closed eyelids, the Fuchsia Fox could sense lights passing over her at regular intervals. From the position and feel of her body, she judged that she was lying on a stainless-steel gurney, being rolled along a corridor somewhere. Her wrists were manacled at her sides, but the rest of her body didn't feel as if it was restrained at all.

"No, not that way," said Dr. Eversin's voice. "Project 115 escaped from his cage again. Lab 8 is in a shambles. Take her to Lab 9."

The gurney abruptly changed direction. The Fox could feel the wheels clattering over a door sill and into what felt like a large room, but still she lay quietly marshalling her strength.

"I'm not going in there," the deep voice said. "I'm tired of being kept in a jar like I was some kind of goddamn experiment."

"Must we go through this again?" Eversin's voice asked impatiently. "It's for your own safety."

"MY safety?" the deep voice rumbled. "Hah! Nothing can hurt me."

The Fox risked opening her eyes. She was inside a larger laboratory with a bank of computer monitors along one wall. The first person she saw was Monica Blake, hovering over the foot of her gurney. Mayne was standing nearby along with two uniformed guards holding ion rifles ready, but everyone's attention was focused on the hulking, man-shaped blob of living protoplasm, which was squatting near the center of the lab. On the opposite side of the room was an isolation chamber built of transparent plastic two feet thick, and it was apparently refusing to go inside.

"What about the women you killed?" Eversin said. "What if the police come after you?"

"Who cares? There's no jail that can hold me!"

"What if they catch you?" Eversin insisted. "I'd never be able to return you to normal. Don't you want to be normal again?"

"You don't fool me, doc," the creature smirked. "You don't care what happens to me. You just don't want anyone to find out how you've been experimenting on humans."

The crippled geneticist scowled. "To that end, we can help one another. I can protect you from the authorities, and in return you can help to protect my work."

Uncomfortable with the way this conversation was going, Monica turned toward the Fox and saw that her brown eyes were open. The Black girl hesitated, clearly torn by the thought of betraying her, and a moment later the question was moot as Mayne also noticed.

"Dr. Eversin," he said, "the Fuchsia Fox is awake."

"Is she?" the scientist said, wheeling his chair about. "You did considerable damage to my building, young woman. When I am done extracting all the samples I need, it will delight me to hand you over to Claypool to do as he wishes with you."

Jennifer felt a shiver of fright at the sound of that, but she had been in worse situations than this and she knew that the best thing to do was to pretend to be braver than she was. She tried to stretch her long, lean body casually and languidly, as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Claypool?" she said, glancing over his shoulder at the hulking creature. "That Thing has a name?"

"Who are you calling a Thing, bimbo?" the creature snapped.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately, sparky?"

Eversin gave the Fox a thin smile. "Vincent Claypool," he said, "petty thief. Our security caught him stealing drugs, and when they gave chase, he was run over by a truck and fractured his spine. So rather than hand him over to the police where he would face a singularly dismal two to five years as a paraplegic in prison, I persuaded him to volunteer for our interface project."

"I take it something went wrong," the superheroine said with a disgusted look.

Eversin's lip twitched. "On the contrary. I consider it a success, except that the worm's DNA unexpectedly took over, transforming every cell in his body into sentient protoplasm. He is a Synthetic Man. As such, he appears to be virtually indestructible. And as he says, it has become increasingly difficult to build a cage which can hold him."

"Have you tried a septic tank?" the Fox said. "That's where I would put a giant turd."

"Nobody asked you, slut!" Claypool said angrily.

Mayne's cell phone softly rang. He listened for a moment and then spoke briefly to the person on the other end. "Dr. Eversin," he said, "there are two intruders outside the compound." The wall monitors flicked on, showing the views from security cameras mounted around the complex. On one of them, two men could be seen scaling the chain link fence and dropping inside. The camera zoomed in, showing them both armed with automatic pistols.

The Fox's brown eyes widened slightly as she recognized Martin and Oscar! Looking for HER, no doubt.

"Take the guards and deal with them, Mayne," Eversin commanded. Mayne and the two guards hurriedly left the room.

"That means I get to deal with the cute little super-chick," said Claypool, advancing menacingly on the helplessly bound Fox. "This is gonna be fun." The girl stirred nervously, flexing her arms and quietly testing the strength of her restraints.

"Not yet, you fool," Eversin said, as he and Monica both tried to intervene. "I haven't yet extracted the samples I need."

"Extract them later, doc," Claypool said, giving the wheelchair a mighty shove which sent it rolling across the lab and spilling over on its side. Monica let out a squeak of dismay and went to help the crippled scientist.

"You got any more smart remarks, Foxy Chick?" the hulking brute smirked. "Or are you just too terrified to say anything?"

"I'm not terrified," Jennifer lied, although she could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. "The only emotion I feel for you is pity. Look at you -- for the rest of your life, no woman will ever look at you with tenderness. I really do feel sorry for you."

"Just for that, I'm gonna eat you alive!" The surface of his protoplasmic body seemed to ripple as he withdrew his arms inside his trunk. The trunk itself thickened and lengthened until he resembled nothing more than a gigantic snake. His wide mouth split open as he bent forward, his lower jaw sliding under the superheroine's ankle boots between her and the steel surface of the gurney as he engulfed her feet and ankles.

With her wrists firmly manacled to the gurney, the Fox didn't bother trying to struggle, preferring to save her strength, and yet she began to feel worried. She had been trying to goad him into attacking, assuming that he would first have to smash her loose from the table, thus saving her the trouble. But this she did not expect! What was he doing?

Claypool oozed upward over the Fox's silken bare calves. The substance of his body felt slimy and sticky on her bare flesh, sending sensual tingles of arousal through her exposed skin -- a sensation which only intensified as he inched his way over her legs, the pressure drawing her knees together. His internal temperature was warm, throbbing with life like a living, breathing serpent, relentlessly drawing her inside him like a snake devouring its prey! Beads of perspiration broke out on the heroine's brows as her body heated up. She could feel the tightening contractions within his body as he wormed his way further up her body, sending a shiver of dread up her spine at the thought of being eaten alive.

The Fox forced herself to remain calm, to just lie still as she tried to think of how to get out of this predicament. Her concentration faltered as she watched his cavernous mouth creeping closer, his evil, yellowish eyes staring mesmerizingly into hers, almost holding her enthralled by their spell.

Now he was up to her creamy thighs, the erotic sensation of contact seeming to undermine any resistance she might muster. The Fox's eyes widened as she felt some kind of appendage -- presumably his tongue -- slide between her legs and underneath her miniskirt, effortlessly pushing aside her panties and probing into her lady parts. The incredible sensation was almost too much for her. She bit her lip as her clitoris quivered uncontrollably in response to the insidious invasion.

"How you 'ike 'at?" Claypool laughed, the deep rumble of his voice sending vibrations along the Fox's moist coosh even as his internal appendage thrust apart her pussy lips and tasted her pink flesh.

"Oh God," the heroine moaned, her legs involuntarily wriggling in response and finding that they could hardly move, so tightly was she bound. Her skin felt flushed as her body grew hotter and hotter with arousal. To her dismay, she could feel an unwanted orgasm growing slowly but steadily within her. She couldn't fight it and decided not to waste her strength trying, but rather to submissively let it come.

The Synthetic Man's internal appendage -- which no longer felt like a tongue at all, but thicker and more rigid -- now completely filled her love hole, causing her lithe young body to convulse with pleasure. At the same time his mouth continued to steadily inch its way upward. Her hips arched as his mouth slid under and over her tush, advancing to her waist. With her arms trapped at her sides in the manacles, the bracelets of Ishtar on her wrists were engulfed.

The Fox was now effectively half-swallowed. In spite of the amazingly stimulating pressure of that thing inside her pussy, giving her goosebumps of desire, she felt claustrophobic and vulnerable, finding herself unable to move. Her instinct was to struggle, to somehow escape before it was too late, but at the same time the erogenous sensations creeping through her nubile body were almost paralyzing in their intensity.

Monica Blake was cowering beside Dr. Eversin's overturned wheelchair. The geneticist was unhurt, but the Black girl wasn't strong enough to help him back into his chair by herself. The only thing the two of them could do was watch spellbound as Claypool devoured the Fox where she lay, helplessly manacled to the gurney. Eversin's eyes were shining with excitement.

Seeing no other immediate action she could take, the superheroine relaxed, simply accepting the caress of his protoplasmic body as he flowed thickly over her taut belly and her slim ribcage. Her skin was glistening all over with perspiration now, her heart pounding, her eyes closed with rapture as the mouth of the Synthetic Man glided over her chest, pushing her halter upward and exposing her perky breasts. The upper rim of his mouth slid over the soft hills of her B-cups, squashing her little coconuts and rubbing her tender, upright nipples to an incredible state of ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhh!" the girl sighed suddenly in release, surprised and overwhelmed by a blissful, powerful climax.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" Claypool laughed. "That's the way it always is. Now I crush you to death!"

"NO!" Monica Blake screamed, watching with horror as the serpent's mouth continued over the Fox's neck. The heroine was gasping both from orgasm and from fear as Claypool completed his envelopment of the superheroine’s body, closing his jaws over her head!


***


Chapter 6 –


Running footsteps pounded in the hallway outside. Abruptly Martin Fletcher and Oscar Jenkins burst into the lab, shoving Derek Mayne ahead in between them. The two Army officers were in civilian clothes, carrying their .45 automatic military sidearms.

"Holy crud," whispered Oscar as he caught sight of Claypool towering above the now empty gurney.

The hulking creature stood nearly eight feet tall. His skin was blobby like brownish mud, his thick torso supported by two legs like tree trunks. His head was just a dome on top with a wide, grinning mouth and two yellowish, evil eyes, while two long arms hung from his shoulders.

"You're too late," Dr. Eversin gloated, curled up beside his overturned wheelchair with Dr. Blake. "He has just swallowed the Fuchsia Fox alive!"

BURAAAP! Claypool let out a rude belch as if to punctuate that statement. "And she was real TASTY!" he smirked. "Like a juicy peach!" He turned menacingly toward the two shocked and horror-stricken soldiers.

"That was a bad move, shorty," Oscar said, raising his automatic and taking aim.

"Hold your fire, Oscar," said Martin. Reaching out with his left hand on the shoulder of Mayne's suit, slowly he backed off, pulling the manager back with him.

"You think I care about him?" Claypool grinned, taking a step forward. "I'm gonna cream all three of ya! I'm gonna--" His torso suddenly quivered as if something had punched him in the gut. "Wha, what's... happening?" he gasped.

Claypool let out a deep moan of pain as ripples chased one another along his body. He staggered forward a couple of paces, his arms reaching out blindly as Martin, Oscar, and Derek Mayne scrambled out of his way. Suddenly two pinkish purple energy beams lanced out from within the Synthetic Man in opposite directions. With a guttural scream he seemed to explode, the malleable substance of his body splattering down like mud in all directions!

Standing in the space he had occupied was the Fuchsia Fox, her elegant legs planted firmly on the floor, her lissome arms outstretched. Her heavenly young body was gleaming with a thin layer of muddy slime seemingly glistening under the light of the lab.

"Boy!" she gasped. "I don't ever want to do that again."

"Fox! Are you okay?" Martin called, running over to join her.

The sexy superheroine smiled, watching her husband struggle against his strong desire to put his arms around her. "All in a day's work, Captain Fletcher," she said primly, wiping some of the gunk off her sleek torso. "I let him swallow me knowing that my force shield would protect me from his constriction and thinking he'd be easier to fight from inside. But it's not something I want to repeat."

"Way to go, Fox!" said Oscar, grabbing hold of the back of Mayne's collar with one hand. "Who's responsible for all this? Is it this weenie?"

"That would be Dr. Eversin," the heroine said. "It was his reckless experiments which created that thing. I heard him say that he knew that Claypool had killed those two women, and he helped him cover it up."

"That would be my word against yours, young woman," the geneticist said loftily, as Mayne scurried over and helped him into his wheelchair. He primly straightened his bowtie. "Whom do you think they will believe?"

"They'll believe me," said Monica Blake, moving away from them both. "I'll testify against him, Fox."

Eversin glared at her.

Just then, a quiver seemed to pass through the remains of Claypool. His body had been blown into about five separate lumps of mud-like ooze, scattered across the lab. Now they seemed to be moving, flowing slowly together towards a central point. There they joined and reformed.

"Ha-ha-ha!" the brute crowed, standing upright again. "You didn't think I was a goner, did ya? I told you -- I'm indestructible!"

His right arm snaked out and punched Martin, catching the soldier in the chest and sweeping his body out of the way, while his left arm wrapped around the Fox's lissome waist. The agile young superheroine eluded his grasp with a graceful forward somersault, her miniskirt flying up and momentarily flashing her pert tail as she bounded upright and threw a high kick at his head.

Oscar leveled his .45 automatic and snapped off a few quick shots, the bullets being absorbed harmlessly into Claypool's synthetic body. The Fox used the distraction to jump the hulk from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck. Claypool merely oozed between her hands, his fist arcing up toward her in a backhanded blow.

The Fox evaded with a pirouette, her miniskirt swirling alluringly as the stunning superheroine struck back, sending a flurry of blows right into his midsection. It felt like punching a gigantic, semi-liquid sandbag, yielding squishily with every blow. Somewhere inside that pliable body, he HAD to have a brain that she could knock out! In fact, her relentless onslaught was pushing him back; he seemed a little disoriented. Blowing him apart must have hurt him more than he let on.

Claypool took a swing at her with his right fist, formed into gigantic hammer head. The impact knocked the beautiful heroine's sylphlike frame off her feet and sent her crashing against the laboratory wall. His left arm immediately ensnared the Fox's classy legs and yanked her lissome body into the air. The heroine squirmed in his clutches, dangling by her ankles head down as she struggled desperately to orient herself.

Martin and Oscar both opened fire, their .45 caliber bullets pocking into his synthetic body.

"Just stop it!" Claypool snapped, more irritated than hurt by the fusillade. Forming the front half of his body into a snowplow, he ran down the two soldiers, throwing them back.

The distraction allowed the Fox to pull free, returning to the affray by charging her opponent, coming to grips with him and literally picking him up off the floor. Together the two of them smacked into the laboratory wall and crashed straight through it into the next lab.

As they hit the floor, the Fox rolled clear. Claypool splashed like an enormous blob of mud, rippling outward in a circle, momentarily forming a cup-shaped crater out of himself before he collapsed again into a lump, which then stood upright. "You can't hurt me, skank," he laughed. "How many times I gotta tell ya before it sinks in?"

They were back in Lab 8, the place where this whole thing had started. But the lab was a mess. The Fox vaguely remembered Dr. Eversin saying that Claypool had trashed it when he escaped confinement. In fact, the air lock hatch that led to the inner lab was lying on its hinges. The cabinets, the lab table and equipment were all smashed. The stainless-steel refrigeration unit was on its side, a thin white fog rising from its leaking Freon pipes. The beaker containing the Synthetic Worm was lying smashed and empty. Presumably Claypool had absorbed the worm inside himself in passing, adding that much more to his substance.

Wait a second... Jennifer thought. That's it!

"Now I'm gonna again whip your little pink ass," Claypool said, taking two long strides toward her.

"You and what army, snookums?" the Fox said.

He reached out with both arms, his hands spreading wide and fanlike as they wrapped around the cocky superheroine's supple body -- his right hand about the level of her silken thighs, his left around her chest, his fingers caressing and rubbing her succulent tits as he pinned her arms tightly against her sides, lifting her off the floor.

Once more the Fox felt the smooth, sensual embrace of his synthetic substance on her skin, but this time the circumstances were as different as night and day. Before she had been bound. Now she was free, and people were counting on her. Summoning power from her bracelets of Ishtar, the dauntless young heroine fought back, flexing her slender arms and pushing back the grip of his hand. The rubbery substance of his fingers yielded. Stretched thin to wrap completely around her lissome frame, it could not withstand the pressure of her full strength. It stretched, stretched, and finally snapped.

"No!" Claypool grunted in defiance as he struggled to renew his grip. But the Fox slipped her alluring legs free of his other hand and tumbled forward in a mid-air somersault, ending with both feet smacking squarely into his chest. The impact knocked the Synthetic Man backward on his fat butt as the spectacular super-lady bounded off his chest and flipped past him to land on top of the refrigeration unit.

Claypool spun around, surging upright as he shaped his body into something resembling a wingless gargoyle with two clawed arms and a mouth full of jagged teeth. The Fox reached behind her, gloved hand closing around the Freon pipe that fed the refrigeration unit. Quickly the heroine yanked it free and turned it on the Synthetic Man, dousing him with the icy cold fog.

"ARRGH!" he croaked, shrinking back. The Fox dropped the pipe and attacked, bashing him in the stomach with her right fist. The Freon gas didn't freeze him solid, but it made him slow and sluggish. His body was no longer squishy and semi-liquid, but more solid like a stuffed punching bag, which the heroine took full advantage of. She followed through with another punch to his gut, and yet another as the brute struggled in vain to rally.

"Hold that pose, sparky," the Fox smirked, giving him her best Sunday punch right in the face. Claypool fell backward, losing consciousness and with it all control over the shape of his substance. He collapsed into a thick, inert puddle.

"Fox!" Martin and Oscar were climbing through the hole in the wall from Lab 9, wading through the cold Freon fog which was still swirling around the floor. As Martin paused to help Dr. Blake climb through, Oscar trotted over to join the victorious superheroine.

"Wow, you did it!" Oscar gloated, his strong arm snaking around the Fox's lissome waist. "You nailed that sucker!"

"Yeah... it's lucky I remembered--" the Fox started to say, but Oscar's right hand had settled upon her pert, round derriere and the next thing she knew he was pulling her in tight against his body, sweeping her slim frame literally off her feet so strongly that her right ankle boot left the floor. At the same time his lips claimed hers with an open-mouthed tongue kiss!

The sexy superheroine's brown eyes opened wide in surprise at this bold and unexpected show of initiative. At first, she couldn't even THINK about resisting. The adrenalin rush from her battle caught up with her at the same time as she felt Oscar's man thing rising up against her thigh, so nice and hard as his brawny arms held her snugly. Her pulse was racing as her passion rose up in response to his, kissing back. It was only by remembering the presence of Dr. Blake and Martin, both of whom were gawking at she and Oscar in their embrace, that she was able to rein in and pull back from the kiss.

"Um... thanks, lieutenant," the Fox said awkwardly, blushing rosily.

Martin, watching the two of them with a disbelieving grin on his face, had managed to close off the Freon valve. The worst part was that he couldn't blame his best friend for wanting to kiss the Fox, for Oscar had no idea that the Fox was his wife, Jennifer. "If you're done, lieutenant," he said pointedly, "we need to see about calling in reinforcements, and finding some way to restraint this loser before he comes to."

"Sure thing, Fletch," Oscar said, still resting his hand on the superheroine's supple backside. He glanced at the fallen Claypool. "Looks like we're going to need a big shovel."


THE END>>>>
By Centurion
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Hi Flirty,

Thanks for your post and here is my thought of this story.

It is amazing to see the latest Fuchsia Fox adventure story that makes her in trouble. In my view, the story “Synthetic Man” is a perfect superheroine story because it has a perfect combination of the elements include “bad ass,” “giant monster,” “superheroine,” and “balance between sex scene and scenario.” Thus, there are few things I can say this time but only enjoy reading each chapter one by one. Here is on a little flaw I found from it, but again, the minor insufficient point is too small to affect the great of the whole story. Through a tough battle in Chapter 4 and 5, Fuchsia Fox was defeated and shallowed by her enemy “Synthetic Man” in an exhaust condition. It is a little bit too fast at the beginning of Chapter 6 that Fox fully recovered from her climax due to her just eaten by a monster. On the other hand, the positive sides of the story. The idea of Fuchsia Fox’s DNA is so great, and it makes me wonder if evil scientist successfully extracts Jennifer’s DNA and use it to make a super army. If it happened, is it means Fox’s copy body can also use Bracelet of Ishtar as well as Jennifer? Second, the relationship between Martin and Jennifer seems more trust, in the end, the story because Martin is watching his buddy to kiss his wife – “Fuchsia Fox” in front of him with a disbelieving grin on Martin’s face.

Moreover, Fox had made intimacy with Oscar in the last few stories such as “Alchemy” and “Synthetic Man.” Indeed, I think Martin is a freak because the idea of “Fuchsia Fox Defeated and make intimate with her” turned Martin on even Fox is Martin’s wife in normal days :laugh: . For example, the Epilogue Extra from Flirty in the end of the “Alchemy” shows a juicy scenario which Martin makes love with Fox on the bed while heard his wife told him how Oscar trying to seduce Fuchsia Fox. The open relationship that showed at the end of “Alchemy” makes the story even better than the original epilogue because the extra one tells readers the young couple (Martin and Jennifer) did in their private space :D . It makes the story of Fuchsia Fox more vivid like a real-world story or “metropolis fantasy.”

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Dodosony, thank you yet again for another of your thoughtful reviews!

Here’s Centurion’s response ...

I'm glad you're enjoying it. This story was really a convergence of three ideas. I had been trying to come up with a character similar to "Clayface" in DC Comics. The trouble was that, while you can easily see that a character like that would be difficult to fight because of his malleable body, it's harder to think of a unique and interesting way that he could attack someone like the Fox. Then Flirty was telling me about a fantasy she had of being swallowed by a giant snake. Then came your (Dodosony's) idea about the genetic engineering laboratory, and these disparate elements fell into place.

Centurion
xoxo
Jenn (aka Flirty)
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Great story! Keep them coming, please!
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scwank wrote:
6 years ago
Great story! Keep them coming, please!
Thanks, scwank. I hope to post more FF stories very soon!
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Jenn (aka Flirty)
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