[Max]

Great new chapter Fonk. Very good thinking Florida had in this fight. I only hope her phase two works as good as the first one.

I wonder is the goddess of the amanzons is looking at the fight while she eats popcorn. It's a great show  😉

Max

[Matthew Sicherman]

This can only be described as a cat fight of Dragon Ball Z proportions. Wonderful fight scene. I hope that I will be able to see the rest of her plan soon, because jumping off the cliff seems a little strange.

I suspect Florida's plan is actually to trick Nefla into going off the cliff

[grungykitten]

I suspect that whatever happens, it's going to be really  good. 🙂

Excellent, excelllent story, Fonk.

[Fonk]

And there's more! 🙂

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A month later preparations were well underway for the Amazon tribe to reveal itself to the world. Florida had explained her plans to the tribe at great length and in great detail in the week following the coronation. They had all approved, collectively and individually. The awesome archaeologist had met them all and, thanks to her new mental skills, could perfectly recall the details of each of her one thousand and twelve friends. Florida felt that they were all genuine in their support of her, despite the fact that it would mean massive upheaval to their way of life. Not only did this comfort her, it substantially increased the chances of the plan working.

The first thing that Florida had organised was a group of women to make clothes. Clothing was not generally considered a necessity in the Amazonian world. Except for ceremonial robes, every tribe member spent her time as naked as the day she was born. Unsurprisingly, the Amazonians would not wear ceremonial robes for anything other than the ceremonies for which they were intended, so Florida had had to produce designs for new clothes.

Many of the women in the tribe were wearing them as a matter of course now. As Florida strode through the main chamber, most of the girls she passed were wearing the bras and skirts she had helped create. The garments were all made of animal hide but they did the job of covering what the world felt should be covered. The Queen felt herself slightly guilty that the innocence of her tribe had been eroded slightly. She comforted herself with the thought that the clothes were going to be vital to the tribe's future acceptance. She nodded and smiled to each woman as she went past, the multi-coloured headdress flashing and flickering atop her head.

The second part of her plan involved short and private discussions with Nefla and her apprentice priestesses. Teleportation was going to play a huge role in the gentle giantess's plan; as such, she had some fundamental questions about the process. Florida began the discussion with her most important question. "How many women can be teleported at once?" Nefla replied for all of them. "I can transport up to eight women, not including myself; these girls," said Nefla, gesturing to her twelve acolytes, "can transport up to two each, again not including themselves."

"Does the mass of a woman affect how many can be transported? It seems to me that if this were the case, the priestess who takes me may have an extra load." She smiled coyly at each of the girls as she said this, who giggled politely. "No, mistress," Nefla replied, shaking her head. "When we perform a transportation spell, we think only in terms of souls. Your soul is no lighter, no heavier than any other."

"There are one thousand and thirteen women in this tribe. If my calculations are correct, and each of you worked equally on the transportation, it would take thirty-two journeys to move all of the tribe to the location we discussed earlier." A pause. "Would it be possible to transport the whole of the tribe there in one day?"

"Mistress, transportation magic is difficult and tiring for these girls. At this stage in their magical development, even the most powerful can only manage three such spells in one day. I myself can only perform nine such spells in one day." The royal beauty thought for a moment. "Is remote transportation possible?" Nefla shook her head sadly. "To transport a being, a priestess must form a circle with those she wishes to transport. Without the priestess being in the same place, no transportation can occur."

"Then I believe it will take fourteen days of working flat-out to transport the entire tribe. Is that possible?" There was no accusation in her voice, only honest enquiry. Happily, Nefla nodded in response. "Yes, mistress, that will be possible."

Florida nodded happily. "Thank you, Nefla, girls." She bowed as she left them. That information would involve a small restructuring of the plan, which had already taken place in the superintelligent woman's mind. Later in the day she went back to Nefla and talked about a new location for the first transportation spell. The attendant cocked her head to one side as the Queen revealed the new place to her, trying to visualise it in her mind's eye. Even though it was thousands of miles away, she saw it clearly with the help of Florida's descriptions. "I see it!" she gasped and paused as her eyes flickered around the room, taking in every detail. "I will be able to transport us there safely." Florida smiled widely and nodded at her chief priestess. Nefla returned the smile, nodding herself. The pair separated to continue their preparations.

Two days afterwards, Queen Florida called a meeting of the tribe in the temple's main chamber. The hordes of women packed into the huge room and waited expectantly whilst their Queen stood on the altar to address them. "My friends!" she boomed, spreading her arms wide and turning to look at them all. "The preparations for our plans are complete. Today we begin to change the world – for the better!" The women cheered deafeningly, much as they had always done. "Spreading our ideals to all!" Another raucous cheer went up. "I have chosen," she continued, when the roars had died down, "nine women to act as envoys. Nine women to prepare the way for the others to join them. We must leave without delay!" The loudest roar Florida had ever heard from the tribe burst into the sky, causing dust to rain on them from the temple's roof. The tremendous titaness giggled as some of the dirt landed on he nose.

Within moments the chosen few were in a circle as Nefla intoned the words of the transportation spell. They were all wearing clothes that Florida had designed. The Queen had chosen three trainee priestesses named Stelia, Kyoza and Dwarassa, who would serve as back-up to Nefla if she became unable to perform the spell. The best of the young sorceresses, Everatsa, stayed behind to act as chief priestess in Nefla's absence. The rest of the team consisted of Runea and Falbla, who had borne witness to Florida's successful completion of the second test*; Tanza, who had argued with Belleria over their ownership of the baby for the third test#, and Lakita, an expert archer. Belleria had been put in charge of the tribe.

Most of the women in the circle were standing, but Florida lay on the floor. Before she finished chanting the words, Nefla stole a glance at her mistress. Queen Florida lay perfectly still on the temple's freezing cold floor, radiating a strong aura of complete calm and relaxation. She caught Nefla looking at her and her smile intensified. The familiar vortex swept over them, the usual bright flash of light surrounded them. Then there was nothing.

When Florida next opened her eyes, she was not lying on the cold stone of the temple. Instead, she was lying on a thick and warm red carpet. "Fitting," she thought and smiled. The huge historian did not get up off the floor; instead she scanned around the room for her companions. The three priestesses were looking around excitedly, seemingly having handled the trip well. Nefla looked slightly drained but still managed a beaming smile at Florida, which the enormous Queen returned. Runea and Falbla too were looking around at the room, the first chance any of them had had to understand more about their Queen's past. Tanza, though, looked as if she were about to vomit and Lakita already had.

The recument royal wanted nothing more than to comfort her warriors properly; however, she knew that if she stood on this surface, the pressure she would exert would cause her to fall through the floor to the room below. She would also hit her head on the ceiling. Instead, as a half-measure, she carefully sat up, making sure to spread her weight throughout her legs. Her enormous breasts rested on her gigantic cut legs. "Lakita, Tanza, I can get you something that will make you feel better again," Florida whispered. "Please wait a moment, if you can." The miserable-looking pair nodded.

The room was, fortunately, huge. Three of the walls were covered with bookshelves, each one filled with large, intimidating books. The fourth wall was dominated by a huge window which lead out onto a massive garden that spread as far as the eye could see. In front of the window sat a large wooden desk, with a monitor, mouse and keyboard perched on top. The rest of the desk was littered with pieces of paper, pens, pencils and a telephone. A small plastic chair took up position with its back to the window; two of its fellows stood on the other side of the desk, facing the window. There was no indication of who used the room inside it, though if you went outside you would find a plaque on the door reading "Dr. Florida S. Crane". Many weeks ago, she had stuck a Post-It note underneath which read "Gone exploring in the Amazon. Will be back soon!"

Carefully Florida inched over to her desk and opened the bottom draw. Inside lay a packet of pills that she had used to calm her stomach before giving lectures; she broke two out of the casing and handed them to her needy friends. "Here," she said, "swallow these and you will begin to feel better." The wretched girls looked at the small yellow pills. "What is this magic, Mistress?" asked Lakita. Florida smiled. "It is not magic, Lakita Of The Bow, it is science. Swallow it." Both girls did so, albeit hesitantly. Florida nodded, satisfied, and went to the computer, which was still humming in power-save mode. Unable to sit on the chair, she moved it out of the way and tried to sit in front of the machine but her bountiful bosom prevented her from reaching the keyboard. The Queen had anticipated this and switched position.

She faced the window and stretched her arms out behind her. Now able to reach the keyboard and mouse unencumbered, Florida typed in her username and password with lightning speed. She fired up Internet Explorer and looked for hotels in the Washington DC area. Within minutes she had made three-week-long reservations for half of the tribe, all without looking at the screen. Tanza gasped in surprise. "Mistress!" she said, joy on her lips. "I feel better!" Florida paused and turned to face her friend. "You look it, too," she replied, grinning widely, checking Lakita to make sure she felt the benefits too. Judging by her smile, she had.

Barely ten seconds after she started typing again, there was a knock at the door. The room fell silent. It was Florida who called out in English. "Who is it?" The reply came in a man's voice, a voice that was used to being obeyed. "Campus Security, Ma'am," he said. "Open up." Florida licked her lips and removed her headdress, deciding how best to handle the situation. The door was unlocked so the officer, or officers, could get in easily. It would look best all round if the door was opened. She nodded to Tanza, who was closest to the door. "Open the door, please," she said. "Gently grab the knob, twist it to the left and pull it towards you slowly." Tanza did as she had been instructed. "When the man, or men, comes in, let me speak to him. Do not do anything."

A man in a dark blue uniform walked in. He was roughly six foot three and his large muscles could be seen clearly through his shirt. He had a crew-cut and narrow brown eyes, which were quickly taking in the situation inside the room. He found eight of the tallest, strongest women he had ever seen standing there. Each of them wore some kind of bikini which did nothing to hide the fact that they were the most feminine and sexy creatures he had ever laid eyes on. Their huge cut six-packs looked filled with power. Eight pairs of biceps, though relaxed, bulged threateningly from their arms. Eight massive pairs of legs rippled lusciously, covered in the largest muscle the officer had ever seen. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Oh, hi, Marlon!" a voice called from the desk. The officer span on the spot. A ninth woman was sitting facing the window, her arms stretched out behind her.

"H-how do you know my name?" he spluttered, his composure lost. "It's me!" the woman said, "Florida Crane. It is my office, after all." Marlon tried to regain the advantage, although he was frozen to the spot and couldn't properly see who was addressing him. "Wh-who are these women?" Florida smiled to herself. "Did you read the note on my door? The one that says 'exploring the Amazon'?" Marlon nodded. "Yeah." "Well, I found these girls and thought I'd bring them back for study." She paused. "Is that OK with you?" Marlon could only nod. Florida laughed delightedly. "OK! So, as you can see, there's no cause for alarm. I was just eager to start writing my paper on what I found!" Marlon said nothing. "Thanks for your concern, though." "Sure," Marlon replied dazedly. "Any time." He left as quickly as he could. Tanza shut the door behind him.

"Thank you Tanza," Florida said, switching back to the Amazonian language with ease. "He will not bother us again." The priestesses were giggling. "What has amused you so, girls?" Florida enquired. "Please, Mistress," Kyoza spluttered, "I think he may have spilled his seed!" Florida couldn't help but grin. She began to search for hotels again, the smile stuck on her beautiful face. Barely five minutes later, Florida had completed her task. She turned around slowly, her legs still spread out on the floor, and inched across the floor to the middle of the room, where she lay back down. "My friends," she began, "we have done well tonight. I suggest that we rest here until morning comes and we can begin to transport the tribe to Washington." The girls all lay on the floor and wriggled into comfortable positions. Florida was the last to fall asleep.

However, she was the first to wake. The amazing Amazonian immediately sensed something was wrong. She quickly sat upright, scanning the room for the cause of her concern. She found nothing and frowned. "If the problem is not in the room, then it must be outside the room," the humungous historian thought. Carefully, she picked her way amongst her sleeping friends and looked out of the window. Arranged on the lawn were a convoy of sixteen tanks, all with their cannons trained on the gentle giantess's office window. Behind them stood hundreds of soldiers, all with odd-looking rifles and strange armour that Florida had never seen. A voice, enhanced by a megaphone, shouted up to the massive musclewoman: "SURRENDER, OR BE BLOWN TO PIECES!"

— To Be Continued —

* See Florida Crane And The Temple Of The Amazons Part 5.
# See Florida Crane And The Temple Of The Amazons Part 6.

[gblock01]

It looks like the government sent in a suicidal squad.  😀
Well done! I think that I'm favoring storyline B at the moment, but only because I like the idea of the cat fight. 😉

[Max]

Interesting part. I like the way you picture the naive nature of the amazons. I guess they will like to have a man for themselves. Even if he is smaller than them.  😀

Btw, I wonder what kind of army is outside. According to your description I guess that it's not an ordinary army. Also, how they knew about the amazons? I don't think Mason had something to do with it.

Excellent part Fonk. I wish you keep up the great work you are doing so far. This story is truly inventive, fresh and enjoyable.

Max

[xselcier]

I'm curious about something, Fonk. What're the Amazonian men like? There's got to be men in the tribe, to impregnate the women. Right?

[gblock01]

I'm curious about something, Fonk. What're the Amazonian men like? There's got to be men in the tribe, to impregnate the women. Right?

Do you know any mythology? Mythology is kind of a hobby of mine, and I have read a rather large number of legends, some of them being about the Amazons.

There are two versions of the legend that I have heard, one where the tribe of the Amazons included males, and one witohut. The stories that included the males did describe them, although probably not in the way that you would expect. Even though females were born more commonly than males to the Amazons, if a male was born, his arms and legs would be broken during the period of time from just after birth or just before they learned to walk. Again, it varies with the stories. Either way, the males would be crippled for life, enforcing the matriarcal heiarchy that the Amazons are famous for.

In the stories that say that they did not give birth to males, they took on the roles of bandits. If you want a modern-day comparison, look at the Gerudo Tribe in the Legend of Zelda series. Basically, the Amazons gave birth to only women, so they had to do one out of two things to survive: 1) they had to seduce men from other tribes into coming with them, or 2) they had to forcibly take the men from other tribes with them. Either way, the men took on domestic roles during their stay with the Amazons. That means that the "traditional roles" that women fill in most societies today were filled by the men that had been captured one way or another (by choice or by force).

From what I have gathered from reading Fonk's story, I would say that he is drawing from the latter of the legends. Is this correct Fonk?

[Fonk]

In the stories that say that they did not give birth to males, they took on the roles of bandits. If you want a modern-day comparison, look at the Gerudo Tribe in the Legend of Zelda series. Basically, the Amazons gave birth to only women, so they had to do one out of two things to survive: 1) they had to seduce men from other tribes into coming with them, or 2) they had to forcibly take the men from other tribes with them. Either way, the men took on domestic roles during their stay with the Amazons. That means that the "traditional roles" that women fill in most societies today were filled by the men that had been captured one way or another (by choice or by force).

From what I have gathered from reading Fonk's story, I would say that he is drawing from the latter of the legends. Is this correct Fonk?

It is, though it's been done unconsciously. The Amazons in my tale are quite strong enough to only need men for impregnation purposes, so I imagine that the women who wanted babies captured men and forced them into having sex. Then, they returned the men to their civilisations.

I hadn't really given it a lot of thought. 😳

[gblock01]

You say "forced" like it's a bad thing. 👿 😉

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