[Fonk]

That's great work! I like the fusion concept, it's clever and you can do lots with it. In short, I'm eager for more!

[Fonk]

There are two reasons that I've continued the A storyline ahead of the B one:

1) A should really come before B; at least, in my mind, and

2) I'm still not sure how I'm going to get Florida down from the mountain without killing herself! 😕

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Florida quickly woke her comrades, cursing herself for having put them in danger. When they had all woken and stretched, luxurious muscles waking, the women asked their luscious leader what was going on. "Outside the window there are over two hundred men from this world. They do not understand us, so they see us as a threat. They are lined up with weapons you will not have seen before. I must urge you to exercise caution when we face them. If we make any sudden moves they may open fire on us."

"Then we must stop them first!" cried Dwarassa, raising her right fist to rally the others. "No!" Florida shouted. She continued quietly. "We will do as Amazonians have always done; we will wait for them to attack and then defend ourselves. I will try to stop them from doing so but I cannot make promises. My priority is protecting you, but I do not wish to see anyone harmed today." The young sorceress nodded. The magnified voice cried out again: "COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP OR FACE DEATH!" Florida rolled her eyes and addressed her frightened friends again. "Follow my lead, girls. I will talk to them and try to find out what they want," she said, inching her way over the floor to the window. "Priestesses, be ready with protective magics, please." The Queen had a strange feeling that they would become necessary.

When she reached the window, Florida took the chair she had moved the night before and used it to smash the glass in several places. The shards tumbled and fell, catching the light intermittently. Once she had made a gap big enough for her hulking form, the bulked-up beauty shouted down in English. "We are coming down! Do not shoot!" "YOU HAVE MY WORD," the megaphoned voice responded. Florida turned to her tribeswomen and nodded. "May the hand of the Goddess protect and save," she prayed, before inching over the edge and out into the open air. The awesome archaeologist executed a perfect flip and landed on her feet on the paving beneath her office window. The unfortunate slabs cracked under her enormous weight.

Within moments the others had joined Florida and were staring slack-jawed at the metallic monsters in front of them. Florida allowed herself an ironic smile when she saw that most of the soldiers were looking at them open-mouthed too. Her grin was replaced by a serious expression when the tanks all simultaneously lowered their cannons to keep the Amazonians in range. "Mistress!" Nefla whispered in the Queen's ear. "What are these creatures?" For the first time, Florida detected fear in her friend's voice. She turned to the sorceress and smiled, but addressed the whole group. "They are called 'tanks'. They do seem frightening but they are controlled by men. Men who can be beaten. Have no fear."

Florida turned back to face the army. "To whom am I speaking?" she shouted. A man emerged from behind the tank directly in front of the group, lowering the megaphone. As he did so, he flipped a microphone into position in front of his mouth from under his helmet. The soldier had cold grey eyes, a broken nose and curly black hair under his dark green helmet. His features were agreeable. He wore the same armour that the tremendous titaness had seen on the soldiers beyond the tanks. The man stood at six foot five and had a lean, muscular look. If he had not been threatening her comrades and carrying a rifle, Florida might have chosen the man to be her mate. "I am Colonel James Helverton," he announced. "And to whom am I speaking?"

"My name is Dr. Florida Crane," the awesome archaeologist replied. She pointed to the window that she had just broken, careful to show off her arm's incredible musculature. "That is my office and I do not like being interrupted whilst I am working. What seems to be the problem?" The military man's lips twisted into an evil grin. "I have my orders," he drawled. He then drew his rifle and emptied it onto Florida's bare abdomen. The Queen tensed her huge array of stomach muscles, watching unconcernedly as the bullets pinged off her fabulous abs and fell to the floor harmlessly. One of them got stuck in her navel. Florida fished it out and held it up to the light, turning it over and over. The force of the contact with her mid-section had flattened it to the thickness of a penny. She flicked it at the stunned colonel's helmet, nearly knocking him off his feet.

The man pointed a trembling finger at Florida. "You're – you're not normal," he said. Florida rolled her eyes in exasperation – time was being wasted. However, she sensed that the colonel was playing some kind of part. She decided to play hers. "No," she replied simply, "I am not. I am the Queen of the Amazonian people and have been blessed with many gifts. This body is one of them," she continued, gesturing down at her frighteningly fanastic frame. "I am also the most intelligent person on Earth," she stated simply, with no hint of self-importance. "I seek to offer my gifts to the world." "My orders are to destroy you," he replied, before whispering something into the microphone. Florida saw what he had done and immediately switched her attention to the tanks.

The next events seemed to play out in slow motion for the colossal Queen. The two tanks closest to the group fired. Florida's eyes flicked between the shells rocketing towards them, making all sorts of calculations. She took one step forwards and swung both fists, first right, then left. Both punches connected: there were two brief metallic crunching noises, followed by clattering as the shells hit the floor, thin trails of smoke marking their descent. The colonel's jaw dropped once more. Florida flicked the hair out of her face and smiled benignly before addressing the stunned soldier. "I am eager to carry on with my work. If you continue your attempts to stop me, I will begin to retaliate."

Helverton was trying not to show his fear but Florida could sense it. She turned to her friends briefly, smiling to reassure them. They all seemed to be more confident with the situation than they had three minutes ago. The gorgeous goliath faced front, trying to stare Helverton down. He smiled oddly at her and whispered into his microphone once more. Florida began to concentrate intently but it was soon obvious what order Helverton had given: all the tanks' cannons were shifting into position. Florida whipped round to face the priestesses. "We need protective spells, now," she urged. "I will not be able to stop them all." Nefla nodded. The four priestesses moved to stand together in a circle and began to chant.

It should have been the end. All sixteen tanks fired in formation. Florida watched calmly as the rockets screamed towards the group. At a point about ten feet from where the Amazonians were standing, it happened. The first shell hit the priestesses' protective spell, what looked like electricity zipped and fizzled around it, and then it dropped to the floor with a clang. Its fifteen counterparts went the same way, landing weakly in a pile. When the last rocket had fallen, the priestesses stopped chanting. Knowing that the spell had ended, Florida made her move.

With a speed that defied her massive frame, she ran between all the tanks, bending their cannons out of shape as she went. She turned each cannon upwards, reshaping it as easily as if it were made out of Plasticene. Within seconds she returned to her place in front of her tribeswomen, not even having broken a sweat. When she resumed looking at Helverton, the colonel could swear there was a sparkle in her eyes he had not seen before. He decided it was the right time to play just one of the aces up his sleeve. Once more he whispered into his microphone.

There then came a deafening metallic crunching noise. Florida frowned briefly before looking around to find out what was going on. For the first time since she had transformed the luscious leviathan reeled in surprise. The tanks' bent cannons were slowly returning to their original shape. The Queen frowned more pronouncedly before turning to Nefla. "Nefla, this is no ordinary army," she whispered. "If it became necessary, could you transport all the girls out of here, except me?" Nefla let out a startled gasp. "Mistress, we will not desert you!" "Nor do I believe you would," the colossal Queen replied, smiling. "But I can no longer guarantee your safety. If I ordered it, could you transport all the girls out of here, except me?" she repeated. Nefla nodded reluctantly. Florida continued: "And could you find me again, no matter where I went?" Nefla nodded again.

Florida whipped around to face the transforming tanks again. She looked briefly at Helverton, who was smiling like a kid playing with a new toy on Christmas morning. Each of the machines' weapons had reformed when he addressed Florida again. "I've always wanted to do that," he grinned. The bulging beauty raised an eyebrow at his lack of professionalism. She addressed the confident colonel. "Colonel Helverton, there is a code of honour amongst the Amazonians. We will only attack those who have attacked us first. I had hoped there would be no loss of life today." Then she strode up to the nearest tank and picked it up by its rollbar. It felt as though she were lifting a toy. Instead of throwing the vehicle, Florida quickly turned left and right, destroying the tank she was holding as well as two of its fellows. Flames and wreckage littered the battlefield.

Helverton's eyes widened at the tremendous feats of strength he was witnessing. Florida powered to another tank and started to repeat her trick. Recovering his composure, the soldier barked an order into his microphone. The massed ranks of infantrymen hefted their bizarre rifles and aimed at the massive musclewoman taking their tank division apart with her bare hands. Even though the remaining Amazonians knew not one word of English, when Helverton shouted "FIRE!" they all sensed something bad was going to happen. All the soldiers with a clear shot pulled their triggers. Instead of mere bullets, a shaft of white light pulsed out of the weapons, snaking through the air toward their target. By the time the bolts hit her, Florida had managed to destroy all the tanks: the air was thick with smoke and it was oppressively hot. Those who had managed to survive the onslaught were running for cover or trying to put out their fire-ravaged bodies. Screams and panic reigned.

Five of the pulses hit Florida at once, catching the Queen unawares. Instead of causing pain, the bolts of light joined together and formed a coil around Florida's body. She looked down at the thin flashing Hula Hoop she had acquired around her awesome abdomen. Her hands had been left free, so she grabbed the lightning lasso and pulled, which had since been augmented by several new bolts. It came apart in her hands and dissipated instantly. She ran back to join her friends, picking her way carefully through the carnage she had caused and avoiding the shots, but still moving at blinding speed. "ADVANCE!" Helverton roared, nearly as loudly as when he'd had the megaphone in his hands. The company started to move forward.

"Nefla, we need a protective charm right now!" Nefla shook her head. "I am sorry, Mistress, but we would be unable to stop those weapons. They are made of light and would penetrate our spell." Florida turned to her second-in-command. "Do you have any suggestions?" "Retreat?" the attendant said sheepishly. "No!" Florida cried. "No Amazonian Queen has ever retreated and I will not be the first. Get yourself and the others out of here." Nefla nodded sadly. The two friends hugged each other. "Keep me in your heart and I will be fine," Florida whispered. Nefla squeezed her mistress more tightly. Florida let go and spoke to her comrades. "I will draw their fire," she stated. "Return to the temple and keep me in your hearts." As the superb strongwoman turned round, the bolts that had either zipped overhead or fizzled yards ahead of them started to hit.

Florida ran in front of the group and raised her arms, taunting the advancing army. "Come and get me!" she hollered. Immediately ten bolts hit her chest and began to join together, forming the coil of light. Florida heaved, groaning with effort, and snapped her bounds. "That took a lot," she thought to herself, surprised. The soldiers were carefully making their way through the wave of destruction Florida had wrought and so few of them had clear shots. They were like something out of a science-fiction film. "I wonder how many bolts it would take to make a coil that I can't break," Florida thought. A hot gust of wind then hit her back. She turned her head and saw the vortex descend over her fellow Amazonians. It hung there, covering them for a couple of seconds, before disappearing. She was alone. "This is how I wanted it," she sighed.

The mammoth musclewoman faced the advancing hordes again. They were forming a circle to surround her. Florida turned quickly from right to left: there were seventy-six soldiers around her, each with his (or her, she noted with disgust) rifle levelled at her. Helverton pushed into the circle. "I want to see this," he hissed. "FIRE!" Each rifle burst into its own impressive pyrotechnics. The pulses converged on Florida and fused together, forming a sheet of energy that bound Florida's arms to her sides. She fought valiantly against the bond, her insane muscles bulging out with the strain. "AGAIN!" Helverton commanded, frenzy in his voice. Once more the pulses snaked out and hit Florida. The energy bond grew in size, crushing her huge legs together. Only her head was now free above the sparkling white covering. She was completely trapped, despite her titanic struggling.

"AGAIN!" Helverton roared. The flashes of light zipped towards her once more. Florida merely shut her eyes and waited: resistance was futile. As she expected, the energy field grew to engulf her whole body. All she could see was shining whiteness. Then something unexpected happened: she blacked out.

— To Be Continued —

Thanks for your continued support, everyone! 😀

[Fonk]

I do! 😎

[Fonk]

Excellent, enticing beginning, Sir! Long may this story continue.

[Fonk]

And doesn't she look great! 😎

[Fonk]

Fantastic! And I mean that for both the drawing and the news, sir! Your pictures are smashing. 😀

[Fonk]

I like it! It's a very smooth and enjoyable story, sir! Thanks for posting it here. 😎

[Fonk]

That's a great chapter. I like the idea of rebels not being goodies, as it were. Keep it up, Mr. AP! 😀

[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. 😳

[Fonk]

Aw, man, that was very much worth the wait. It's taking all my energy to stop me from fainting. You are the King! Thank you! 😎

Edit: hey, that was my two hundredth post! I can think of no better place to put it. 😀

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