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Chapter 34
by
micdan282
What's next?
Rock Bottom
Rikki stumbled out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. It was a mess, clothes piled on the chair, the bed unmade. On her bedside table sat a half-empty bottle of tequila. Rikki grabbed the bottle by the neck, tilted her head back and poured the liquid straight down her throat.
Rikki had quickly finished the bottle and found herself walking the streets towards the nearest liquor store. The **** had taken the edge off the panic, but it had left her feeling loose and disconnected. She had thrown on a baggy hoodie and dark sunglasses to hide her face, the red eyes, and the glassy stare of someone who was day drinking.
She stood at a busy intersection in downtown Acropolis, waiting for the light to change.
SCREEEEEECH.
The sound was followed by the sickening, unparalleled crunch of metal folding in on itself.
A delivery truck had run the red light. It t-boned a sedan in the middle of the intersection. The **** of the impact spun the car around, shattering glass across the asphalt like diamonds.
Rikki’s body tensed. The 'Parole Officer' and 'Vigilante' instincts kicked in simultaneously, fighting through the haze of ****. Assess the threat. Check for victims. Move.
She took a step forward, ready to run toward the smoking wreck.
Buzz.
A sudden, intense heat flooded her lower stomach. It wasn't the warmth of tequila. It was a sharp, electric spike of biological arousal.
It hit her like a physical blow, buckling her knees. Her breath hitched in her throat, coming out in a sharp gasp. Her heart rate didn't spike with fear; it spiked with excitement.
The nanobots were activating again, twisting her adrenaline into lust. Her skin flushed hot under her hoodie, her pupils dilated. She bit her lip, hard, trying to use the pain to anchor herself, but the pain just fed into the sensation. She stopped moving toward the wreck. She stood on the curb, one hand gripping a lamppost to hold herself up as her legs turned to jelly.
This can't be happening.
Sex, her body screamed. Now.
She stumbled away from the crash, her body not letting her get any closer. She stumbled down the mouth of an alley, leaning against the brick wall for support as the heat inside rose. A man walked in behind her, he wore a denim jacket and had a red bandana hanging from his back pocket. Street gang colors for the Westerns. He walked with the swagger of someone who thought he owned the neighbourhood.
The gang member, a tall, overweight man, sauntered over to Rikki. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, his voice a low rumble. "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out here alone."
Rikki looked him up and down, her eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants. She felt the lust in her build up again. She couldn't. Not with someone like him.
“Come here," she purred, her voice husky, betraying her mind.
What's next?
Perils of a Novice Superheroine
A generic superheroing setting drenched with sex and scandal
Acropolis City, the center of super-human and caped crusader activity in this particular world - with its own dizzying highs and lows, high-tech skylines and slums standing in stark, four-color contrast, it provided everything that a costumed megalomaniac or masked vigilante could ask for. In fact, as is usually the case where colorful masked characters are the norm, it has become something of an institution by this point. But although the mere existence of costumed heroes and villains no longer shocks people, these people - who, by their very nature, thrive on attention - keep finding new ways to stand out from the crowd and attract the eye. This last goal tends to get a lot of emphasis in the most simple, sexualized way possible. For reasons that the world's most brilliant scientists have yet to explain, latent super-abilities seem to manifest more often in women than men by a ratio of 3 to 1 or more. This is true even when the superpower isn't "natural"; paranormal artifacts fall into their hands, esoteric martial arts schools never seem to have a male heir, the technological prototypes they test always seem to be the ones that are most easily used or abused for good and evil. Unfortunately, the glory days of the past where citizens were happy to see any old masked do-gooder show up are over - in recent years, Acropolis City has established a ranking system of heroes where those who get high marks from the citizens and resolve incidents are rewarded with corporate sponsorships and (most coveted of all) seats at the prestigious League of Propriety. Those who intimidate the populace, cause excessive collateral damage, or simply don't excite anyone, garnering low rankings, get 'asked' to move to less prestigious cities. Few superheroes want to get stuck battling clans of villainous hillbillies and corrupt small-town sheriffs for the rest of their careers, so they're always eager to please the influential citizens of Acropolis City (judges, eminent scientists, first responders, and of course the all-important reporters). On the other side of the law, a similar dynamic predominates; only the most glamorous and charismatic costumed ne'er-do-wells can make it in this town. And so, the novice superheroines just learning the ways of battling for justice and order, without any team to back them up, always end up patrolling the skeeviest, most undesirable slums of the city and taking on the most thankless rescues. As if that weren't bad enough, most of them feel obliged to dress in ways that get more outlandish and revealing with every passing year while they fight the good fight and/or feed their craving for attention, depending on how you see the 'cape life'. As if that weren't troublesome enough, the superhuman mutations that make so many of these heroes' careers possible also result in greatly increased sexual sensitivity, particularly in females. The adventures and misadventures that these spandex-clad lady crusaders get into are often too hot to print for the kind of comics that their young admirers would read. Messy mistakes will be made, but you don't want to disappoint your readers, do you? So let the League know what kind of superheroine you are, your chosen name, powers, and appearance, and they'll send you out on your first patrols. Good luck.
Updated on Dec 27, 2025
by micdan282
Created on Nov 30, 2016
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