Alpha Angel vs Valiant Valkyrie Ch. 01
When superheroines compete everyone else wins.
Author's Note:
this is the introductory storyline for Alpha Angel, who is likely going to be coming back at least a few times in the future for various reasons. Note that while she will generally remain something of an outsider / rival character to Valkyrie and the others, she is not usually going to be anywhere near as extreme about it as depicted here. Consider this like in a comic book where we introduce a new hero by having them fight the established ones over a misunderstanding, only... you know, the porno version.
Format Note:
there is going to be a choice of two endings for this work. Partially for that reason, this is going to be in multiple parts, as that is the only format in which Lit supports that. There are three main-body segments and then two endings; with lengths generally ranging from 3,000 to 6,000 words for each segment.
Finally, as always, all characters in this story depicted engaging in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.
Valiant Valkyrie strutted confidently through one of the main shopping districts of Beachport, basking in the afternoon sun and the adulation of her public. All around her, men and women and police stopped and gawked in awe as the huge-breasted, skimpy-bikini-clad, and nigh all-powerful Queen of Valor sauntered past.
'What a glorious day...' she thought, closing her eyes and enjoying the warm glow upon her eyelids. A smug smile slowly spread across her lips. Then her mood dipped suddenly. 'The only thing that could ruin it is if I run into that upstart bitch, Alpha An-'
"Well, look who it is!" a brash voice suddenly called. "The Slut of Valor!"
Valkyrie gasped, her eyes flying open. She stood at the entrance to one of the largest and busiest pedestrian plazas in the trendy Mesa Chica shopping district. And there, directly before her, was the upstart pink-haired bitch herself, the new self-proclaimed top heroine in Beachport: Alpha Angel.
Alpha Angel was a younger heroine; Valkyrie would guess around twenty-one. Valkyrie herself only looked twenty-five or so, but she was an immortal being who had actually been alive for many centuries, and had been the premier superhuman power in Beachport for over a decade at that point. The younger heroine had barely been around a month, and yet already strutted around like she owned the entire city.
But what really stuck in Valkyrie's craw was the upstart's costume. Alone of Beachport's current heroines she had had the temerity to drape herself in the iconography of the national flag itself. Upon her body she wore a very daringly skimpy bikini of vertical red and white stripes - on its own simple enough. But to drive the point home, around this she wore a blue jacket in a vaguely military-style cut and thigh-high blue boots, with a series of white stars going up each sleeve or the front of each boot. The largest star in each sequence, closest to the cuff, had a red A embedded in it.
The smirking young upstart was currently facing straight towards her. But Valiant Valkyrie knew from previous unpleasant encounters - which had concluded with the young heroine strutting away from her while pointing down at her svelte vertically-striped butt, and inviting Valkyrie to do something demeaning to it - that upon the back of her jacket she had a ring of white stars surrounding another larger red A. Meanwhile, up top, she had bright pink hair that spilled halfway down her back; held back behind her ears by a golden headband. Her skin was white - but dark enough to indicate she either did a lot of tanning, or potentially had a trace or two of something else inside her.
"You should just give it up, Valiant Valkyrie!" Alpha Angel said. Strutting up, she stood directly before Valiant Valkyrie and put her hands upon her hips. "I'm the Alpha Heroine, now!"
The two scantily-clad super-beauties stood amidst a huge throng of gawking onlookers. Then, to the gasps of the surrounding crowds, the brazen upstart poked a finger directly into Valiant Valkyrie's massive, jiggling, and forbidden cleavage, and hooked it through her famous trademark bra.
"Hang up your bikini, or better yet give it to me as a trophy!" Alpha Angel purred. Pulling out one strap of Valiant Valkyrie's massively overloaded blue-and-gold bra with a single mockingly extended finger, she used it to give the huge mammary a brief, jiggling bounce, before letting the strap snap dismissively back against her flesh. "You're thoroughly obsolete now that I'm on patrol!"
But despite the indignity of the younger heroine's assault, Valiant Valkyrie refused to let the crowds see her react. Instead, she lifted her chin proudly, adopted a mirrored power stance, and gave her smirking rival an imperious, critical stare.
"That's not true!" Valkyrie said hotly, hands trembling slightly but remaining firmly upon her panty-clad hips. "You are good, I will admit that." Her chin lifted even higher. "But I'm still the Queen of Valor, this city's premier heroine. I'm far more woman than even you will ever be!"
"Is that so?" Alpha Angel cooed. "Well, how bout we test that with a little wager, then? I bet I can defeat more of the Big Stallions in an hour than you can of the Bandit Kings. Loser has to hand over her bra as a trophy, and lick the winner's pussy... in public!"
"Oh!" Valkyrie gasped, her mouth falling open and her eyes going wide. "Only... only a degenerate heroine like you could imagine such terms!"
"I stand by them!" Alpha Angel said. Spreading her mighty thighs as if already making room for Valkyrie between them, she sneered. "What's wrong, Queen of Valor -- scared?"
Valiant Valkyrie's face promptly darkened into a glare of offended pride. "Not at all!" she said, promptly. "I accept your wager, and your terms!" Her smirk slowly broadened. "I look forward to enjoying you carrying them out, bitch!"
"Excellent!" Alpha Angel said. Turning around, she looked back briefly over her shoulder. "Whichever of us delivers the most gang markers back here in one hour is the victor," she said. "And may the best woman win!"
"Don't worry -- I will!" Valkyrie laughed.
She whirled and sprinted away, her tiny bikini panties wobbling back and forth upon her impressive ass-cheeks as they receded rapidly away from the gawking crowd, and rapidly vanished down a convenient dark alleyway towards the nearby ghetto.
The Big Stallions and the Bandit Kings were currently two of the most dominant gangs in Beachport's criminal underworld. Each was rumored to have a supervillain as its leader. But other than that they could scarcely have been more different. The Bandit Kings had numbers. They controlled the city's bulk-scale drug trade, which they ran out of their stronghold of the very appropriately-named district of Weedhaven. The Big Stallions, on the other hand, were more selective... but infamous for being vastly better-equipped, so to speak. They dominated the city's principal red light district, which lay within their own stronghold in the old Palacio Housing Projects.
But though they each seemed to have their turf staked out, in more ways than one, as was the nature of these things neither could leave well enough alone. They were constantly trying to muscle into each others' rackets, with predictable results. Mesa Chica lay directly between them and, though a glittering and fashionable shopping mecca by day, often turned into a guerrilla war zone by night. The opposing adjacent strongholds meant that Alpha Angel and Valiant Valkyrie naturally sprinted off into opposite directions; Alpha Angel vanishing toward the distant towering Projects while Valkyrie entered the more run-down warehouse area that, along with a wide drainage canal, separated the shopping district from Weedhaven proper.
For the next hour, one stunned Bandit King soldier after another gaped in shock as he was suddenly ambushed, seized and tossed around like a ragdoll by the mighty Valiant Valkyrie herself. Capes of her caliber rarely descended to their level, preferring to spend their time tracking down true supervillains, and they had no answer to her. One after another they smashed down, shaken, into splintering crates, exploding sacks of garbage, or clanging cans in the various dark alleys that were their haunt. Pausing only to tear away their trademark golden bandanas and give them one of her own trademark haughty taunts in exchange, Valiant Valkyrie promptly handed each captured Bandit over to the grateful police, 'merchandise' still dangling from the insides of their jackets, before sprinting off to find another.
As she fought one Bandit after another, within her skimpy panties Valiant Valkyrie felt her pussy slowly getting wetter and wetter. Never once letting the increasing moisture distract her from the smoothly practiced moves of her body, she nevertheless let a smug smirk spread across her full red lips. 'I'm getting wet... and good thing too!' she thought to herself, as she punched yet another Bandit thug in the face and saw his defiance turn to whimpering acceptance in a single knuckle-filled instant. 'I can't wait to get that uppity slut's tongue sliding through my nether lips, as she finally learns her proper place... might as well get the way properly prepared for her!'
Finally, after her hour was up, the smirking moist-pussied heroine sprinted back to the crowded square where it had begun. She found Alpha Angel already waiting for her, legs spread and hands folded behind her waist. The cruel heroine was surrounded by a giant gawking throng... and over a dozen eagerly waiting news cameras. They had obviously been tipped off to what was about to happen. "Good... it will only make this all the sweeter..." Valkyrie thought to herself, her smirk broadening.
