Making Introductions atop (and then inside) the Aquarium Building
Content Warning: every single chapter of this work is going to feature non-consesual sex between human women and various non-human creatures, generally of an alien, fantasy, or alternate-universe origin. No 'normal' animals appear in sexual situations and, as far as I can recall outside one bullfrog in a pond in the background, none appear at all. All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.
"Is everyone in position?" Valiant Valkyrie said, into the microphone mounted in her choker.
"YES!" a chorus of voices came in from all over the Beachport Xeno-Zoological Gardens. "Ready!" Tiger Queen said from in front of the Unicorn Habitat. "Ready!" Black Cicada, Miss Metropolis, and Sun Idol all said in unison from the middle of Dino-World. "Ready and waiting!" the Hexetress said, looking as enthusiastic and eager as ever as she stood amidst the lush foliage of the Serpent House.
"Excellent!" Valiant Valkyrie said, standing with her sidekick Vestal high atop the aquarium building. "Keep your eyes open and your ears peeled, ladies. We know Gorilla Groxx is going to try something tonight... but we don't know what! Valky Actual out!"
Taking her finger off the microphone, Valiant Valkyrie lifted her binoculars to her eyes and swept her gaze across the vista before her.
Like most of Beachport's superhuman champions, she was clad in a tight and defiantly skimpy uniform, to prove to all who gazed upon her just how powerful she was. In her case, this consisted of a royal blue bikini covered in a pattern of her golden double-V logo, accented by matching boots, gloves, and a mask to protect her secret identity. Her sidekick Vestal, standing beside her, was dressed much the same, only slightly less daring and with pink swapped for blue. Golden magic belts, cinched tight about their muscular wasp-like waists, gave them their invulnerability and their supernatural might.
Lifting her binoculars to her face, Valiant Valkyrie slowly scanned the grounds below. From the top of the aquarium, she and Vestal had a commanding view of the entire zoo. This was no normal zoo; as befit a city with such an eventful history of invasions, infestations and interdimensional shenanigans of all kinds, the Beachport Xeno-Zoo was filled up entirely with creatures from other worlds, dimensions, or realms of fantastic magic. This had made it one of the city's leading tourist attractions... for a while. But, though they might be mystical or magical, and though they in most cases possessed more intelligence than mere beasts, the inmates were still ultimately that - caged beasts. Visitors had long learned that they were mostly going to see the fantastic creatures of magic and mystery sleeping, or huddling off into the furthest corner possible, if they saw them at all - and that, bluntly, they might well have been better off just staying home and watching a few super-nature documentaries. Attendance, after an initial frenzy, was on a slow but steady decline.
But, this was not of concern to Valiant Valkyrie, as she stood high atop the aquarium. For, in the winding paths below, she could see over two dozen of her fellow superheroines strutting along their patrols - an army of friends and comrades she had personally called upon for this very critical mission. Despite the gravity of their search, as she watched their superhumanly proportioned and defiantly scantily-clad bodies vanishing and reappearing as they passed in and out of the glow of the zoo's lights, Valiant Valkyrie felt a tingle of pride in her loins.
"Thank you again for coming," the Zoo Director purred, standing directly behind her and also admiring the view. A tall and slender brunette clad in a khaki greatcoat, she wore a protective gas mask over her face - just in case. She wasn't a superheroine, after all. "Oh - and for helping with their last little stellarly-scrumptious feeding! We wouldn't want to risk our regular staff with Groxx on the loose."
"It was our pleasure," Valiant Valkyrie said, barely listening, and not looking away.
Lowering the binoculars, she handed them to Vestal and struck a bold power pose atop the building. Her legs spread, her hair billowed in the wind like she was auditioning for a shampoo commercial. "My comrades are now spread out over the entire zoo," she said, stretching out her mighty arm and gesturing across the cage-filled expanse that lay below her. "No matter which exotic beast it is that Groxx wants to steal for his foul genetic experiments, we shall foil him and bring him in in chains!"
"How astronomically confident!" the Zoo Director said. "Well, I'd better be going before things get too hot for me. You ladies have fun!" Turning, she gave a parting wave behind her as she strutted away across the roof to the access door at the other end -- an access door silhouetted against the glowing skyline of Beachport itself. The clicks of her high-heels upon the concrete grew softer in the heroines' ears as she departed.
Meanwhile, Vestal had put the binoculars to her pretty eighteen-year-old face and slowly zoomed in on one of the crates of food their team had helped deposit in the cages, in place of the normal un-powered staff. Her brow furrowed, and she mumbled to herself as she sounded out the letters. She'd just had that one in her Senior Honors Bio-Chemistry class the previous week.
Suddenly she gasped, deeply, her lovely lower lip plummeting. She dropped the binoculars. They hit the ground and shattered with a loud crash. "Th... that's not food!" Vestal yelped, shocked. "That's a super-powerful sex mutagen!"
"Aw... you figured out the stellar secret!" the Zoo Director purred. Turning at the door, she whipped off her gas mask and smiled sultrily, as the stunned superheroines whirled to face her.
"Lady Luna!" both costumed champions gasped, in unison.
"In the flesh!" the wicked arch-villainess purred, drawing a remote from her pocket. She punched a button. From the darkness far below the two heroines' tremendous scantily-clad bubble-butts there suddenly came the creak and clang of dozens upon dozens of mechanical enclosures sliding open simultaneously. Moments later, from across the length and breadth of the vast sealed zoo there arose a terrible symphony of animal howls, bestial roars... and shrieking super-feminine screams. Turning their heads to gape into the darkness beneath them, Valiant Valkyrie and Vestal gasped in horror.
"Mmm!" Lady Luna purred, putting her hands to her hips. "Sounds like your friends are having a galactically good time already!" she laughed.
She stood before the heroines with her Asian face exposed. Asian is in fact the only descriptor usable here, rather than Chinese, Japanese, Mongolian, or any other more specific identifier... because though she had spent several of the intervening millenia in various bouts of torpor, the arch-sorceress actually hailed from an antediluvian civilization that predated all such distinctions. Physically, she somehow resembled a perfect blending of every population from the Urals to the Pacific... although in reality it had worked the other way around.
As she stood, her greatcoat split open, having served its purpose. It revealed underneath her own mature yet stunning and immortal body in one of her customary outfits - which consisted of essentially a long diaphanous white gown which was open in the front, to reveal the sleek white strapless one-piece she wore underneath; all of it covered in little silver moons and stars, and a few characters that looked sort of like turtle bone script. Cocking her head, the villainess put an ear to the wind, and enjoyed the screams and shrieks echoing in over the wind.
"You... you'll never get away with this!" Valiant Valkyrie declared. Her head whirled back around to glare at the villainess, her eyes afire.
Driven by the screams below, Valkyrie's first instinct was to charge over and punch her smirking foe immediately. This was also her second instinct, and her third. Her fourth does not bear mentioning in polite company.
But despite these urges, for the moment she held her ground. Though shrieks and squeals rose up continuously to lash at her quivering proud bottom, she reminded herself that charging in half-cocked was rarely optimal, and gathering information first was more important.
