Fetishes: hero, heroine, supernatural, femdom, chase, capture, boyish charm, blushing, cute, romantic
Tags: superheroines, Pony Express, Rhapsody, Lane, hero, Cosmic Particle World, super speed, enhanced speed
Note: This is a requested fantasy and is not intended to slam any men at all, in case I get comments about how this sounds condescending to men. Some facts of biology are also included, like about XYs, so please look them up before telling me I'm putting down guys here. I love all you guys, no homo. :P It is a bit like some of the stories on Literotica about the Y chromosome getting unstable and making men a rarity in the word where they can get the opportunity to breed on a subway train by several women (viz. The Y-Virus by Elvenslaveboy, with 8 parts so far). This story doesn't have any handsome men dying at all, just genetic mutations caused by the cosmos which give men and women different powers.
The entire profile of the Pony Express is at the end of the story for your reference.
Chapter 1 β Speed Demon: Meeting With Rhapsody
When the world changed it was because of the Cosmic Particle. A newly engineered particle created by former porn star and current Head Particle Engineer of Succubus Corporation, Amita Darzi. A company that had its hands in nearly every field of production and research named after Rosaline Succubus. However when the Cosmic Particle escaped isolation it multiplied thanks to the nitrogen in the atmosphere.
Once it began multiplying it was absorbed by masses that contained large amounts of water. And because humans were the masses that contained large amounts of water. They gained new properties of the universe thanks to the amount of Cosmic Particle Concentration. It is still uncertain why only women can have stable transformations when absorbing Cosmic Particles. But, the Y half of the male chromosome is incapable of sustaining the Cosmic Particle without turning the host into a terrible monster. This is in accordance with the law of mutations of how the chromosomes work: the Y is more variable and can give the species new abilities and powers, but may also become unable to sustain the being and collapse in on itself, causing the being to die. The X is stable and doesn't mutate, but it cannot help change the species at all due to it's resistance on being filled with a different strain of DNA.
Some males have developed a defence to the Cosmic Particle thanks to them having a dominant gene in their X chromosome. But, scientists are unsure which gene it even is. They just know it's in the X chromosome. And because women have two X chromosomes, they are capable of using incredible cosmic powers to help the new world. The men could use their unique XY chromosomes to generate new mutations and create new strains of DNA which would finally get through to defending the men's chromosomes from the unexpected mutations which caused them to get weaker. The binding DNA would wrap its strands around the other genes in their organelles and cells, strengthening them and in turn all the organs and different systems in the male body. A similar process was present in these cosmic females, though the difference was that it was there since birth. The males were not present in the cosmos where the women appeared from, so they had to make do with human men who were willing to accommodate them. It was a hard job to convince them, since these exotic women didn't look exactly like humans. However, they turned out to be beautiful, much more than the women living on earth. They had exotic features, like ears, tails, and sometimes extra long tongues like lamiae would. They also had gained incredible powers from the cosmos, such as super strength, super speed, and super hearing or vision comparable to Earth's fictional superheroes and heroines, like Superman, Wonder Woman. These were good enough traits to make men fall for them β or perhaps be afraid of them. No one knew the real reason, but they were slowly but surely winning over most of the men they encountered.
It was one of these occasions which led Lane to the forest to find one of the superheroines. She was supposed to be a pony type from the different genres he came across. He read the biodata he'd been given from his employers for the superheroine. It read: 'Pony Express, CPC 600-625/1000, Type: Messenger, Diet: Celery, Strawberries, Apples, Carrots, Peanuts, Milk, Cheese and other foods that aren't meat or eggs, Powers: Horse Mimicry, Enhanced BaLane, Enhanced Bite, Unstoppable Charge, Enhanced Hearing, Enhanced Leap, Enhanced Smell, Enhanced Strength, (along with several others), Alignment: Lawful Good 2:4, Neutral Good 1:4 and Chaotic Good 1:4, Traits she fancies: Men who enjoy being lassoed and have a boyish charm, likes youngish men who may appear a lot younger than they are, is fastest in the world thanks to two powers of hers which are not completely explained. More information overleaf.'
He turned it over and read the entire profile of the Pony Express. There were a few terms he didn't understand, of course, but he noted that the superheroine he was hunting was quite fast and powerful. She could kick holes through metal beams and doors, or walls with her strength. There was an odd weakness of hers where she had to put on a pair of stockings to use her powers at all.
He stood at the edge of the forest, contemplating his next move. He decided to move forwards and risk getting captured or defeated by her. The superheroine wasn't his only target. There was also a bandit who was planning to destroy everything he could find on the land which he was about to enter and then bring the superheroines he found down, capture them as slaves, and sell them wherever he could. He had been told this from his employers as well, though he had no idea where they'd heard it from. He could hardly care less because of the fee they were paying him to persuade the heroine to join their regime, and capture or kill the bandit.
He heard a rustling noise from the undergrowth, and whipped out his crossbow. He aimed it at the bushes.
'Who's there?' His voice was strong and steady, with no sign of wavering. He had to be when dealing with any kind of cosmic creature, as they could smell any signs of fear or hesitation when they dealt with someone other than their species.
There was no response, apart from more rustling up ahead. He fired one of his bolts at the disturbance, but there was no thud of a body hitting the ground. Whoever it was happened to be a lot faster than him, that was obvious. He lowered the bow and listened carefully, but there was no other sound. He walked forwards and checked the bushes, finding nothing whatsoever.
He took the longer route around and looked for someone else who could give him a hint on where the brigand lived. The area was desolate and abandoned, though, as if someone had already started to pillage the land which he was standing on. As he looked ahead for hints, he noticed that a large square of the land appeared to have been cleared and then burned repeatedly until there was hardly anything left. The place appeared barren and forlorn, like no one had stayed there for years. The only thing which gave away the fact that someone else had done the job was that around the foliage, there was no indication of anything else at all which showed that someone had been around. It was perfect ... for now, it was very likely that someone else wanted to use the land for their own purposes.
He slowly walked over to the place behind the trees and stepped on the bare patch of earth which was completely devoid of life. There was clearly very little he could do to bring it back to life now. He walked to the other end of the patch and saw nothing. Turning around, he prepared to go back to the other side and search for the bandit.
He stopped short as a strange sight met his eyes. He noticed a man who definitely had not been there before, digging up the garden close to the barren patch. He slowly walked over, trying not to alert the man. Reaching behind him, he grabbed the man's shoulder. The man swung himself backwards in a graceful capoeira kick which Lane only just avoided by leaping sideways in the air and spinning around. He whipped out his sword, aiming it right at the man's heart. The other man somersaulted into the air, pulling out two miniature daggers with blunt ends. Lane recognised them as sai. He aimed them at Lane, preparing to fight.
Lane chuckled. 'I'm not sure how you intend to fight with those, fella.'
The man didn't answer. He ran forwards, doing front flips and backflips in perfect continuity before coming up on his knees near Lane's ribs. He slammed one of the ends of the sai right into Lane's eleventh rib on the right. Lane gasped in pain, doubling over as the pain spread from his rib to his arm. The man swung the other sai to his stomach, but Lane managed to block it with the edge of his blade. He kicked out, making the man jump back and backflip to safety.
Lane started walking towards the man, but groaned and knelt on the ground, clutching at his aching ribs. The hit was quite powerful, much more than he'd anticipated. The man raised his sais and pointed them at him.
