Aphrodite City: The Private Doll Collection

By Psion

An Aphrodite City Story

All Rights Reserved

Another evening in Aphrodite City, another episode in a completely staged nightly drama against evil put on for the amusement of two juvenile horndogs... Shield didn't know what horrified her more, the fact that her struggles were starting to become routine or knowing that somewhere out there was a world where it was perfectly normal for the kind of crap the Doberman superheroine in a sexualized patrolwoman's uniform trudged through to happen on a regular basis. Neither thought was particularly comforting. At least this time the "commie" supervillain Red Storm managed to herd the rest of the Freak Brigade into an abandoned warehouse in the city's industrial district far away from where bystanders could get caught in the crossfire.

Boots clicked against the cold cement floor as the super-strong heroine forced open the loading bay door and walked inside with her teammates Amp and Express Panda right behind her, fur glistening with a coppery sheen as her powers armored and protected her. Shield smiled despite herself, in this moment she was invincible in both mind and body. Raw power radiated through her muscles and Screamer's initial burst of assault rifle fire did little more then muss up her fur. Shame she knew it wouldn't last....

Tonight's plot was an oldie but a goodie for comic book geeks, the Brothers clearly didn't have a single original thought in their heads if they had their "Irredeemably Evil" frat boy villains kidnap the mayor's daughter. Yet there they were, every last one of them from Gonzales and Panzer Beast all the way to the Captain Ethnic psychos Hypothermia and Screamer, all of them surrounding the bound, gagged, and stripped black bear Tiffany O'Connor as she looked up at the three heroines hopefully. Meanwhile the empowered policewoman secretly hoped she wouldn't disappoint her audience... the audience that was physically present at least. The Brothers, wherever they may be watching, could go hang themselves for all she cared. Time to dance for as long as they could before the rug got pulled out from under them.

The numbers were firmly stacked in favor of the bad guys but Shield was hardly worried. Out of the six villains the Brothers produced so far, one was a lunatic, three were brainless sociopathic frat boys, one would have been trouble if he didn't have such an over hyped opinion of himself, and the only one that did have promise as a supervillain didn't want to be one.

When they told her where Tiffany was being held, the Brothers gave Shield some corny lines to say that sounded like they were ripped straight from a four-color comic book. Those lines were not what came out of the Doberman's mouth as she stared down the villains. "Alright assholes, hand over the mayor's daughter quietly and no one has to get hurt."

"Now why would we want to do that love?" Screamer asked with a smug smirk, clearly already picturing the three girls naked. God did Shield want to kick his over-endowed crotch right up into his throat...

"Because there's a buffet special tonight and I want to get this over with so I can go make Them hate me." She replied; the only person who had to ask who "They" were was currently incapable of speaking.

"Screw this, enough talk!" Panzer Beast interrupted as he lunged for Amp... and got a metallic fist to the balls when Shield placed herself in front of the charging super. Express Panda and Amp quickly followed up with attacks of their own.

"Sorry T-Bone, but you're going to have to ask nicely if you want a slice of American Apple Pie." The police canine quipped as she engaged the bull as well as Screamer and his butt buddy Hypothermia. Meanwhile Express Panda took on Gonzales and Red Storm, subjecting both of them to a flurry of punches and kicks as she moved like a high-speed ballet dancer.

Flip and kick, uppercuts, chops, grapples, even a few moves that would only be possible with the panda's super speed like that "spinning bird kick" from that one fighting game series... The pyrokinetic mouse was knocked out almost immediately, his body not used to taking such extreme punishment even after receiving his superpowers. The Russian-American Red Storm definitely knew how to take a punch though, staggered and pushed away from the mayor's daughter despite his energy shield but quickly recovering to fight back. Venom was knocked and flipped repeated by Amp's opening salvo, armor sparking as it skidded across the concrete floor, the bat was definitely not becoming a fan of the Afghan hound's sonic powers. The air distorted as the canine rocker wreathed herself in a shield made of sonic energy, readying herself for the inevitable counter-attack as she moved to assist Shield.

Despite the three to one odds, the police dog was doing pretty well for herself. Thanks in no small part to the fact that two of the three idiots could do very little to actually hurt her before they were sorted out. Unfortunately the third was Panzer Beast. "Come on T-Bone, it's steak night at the buffet and someone needs to show Express Panda some proper American 'hospitality' after you roughed her up last week." She grunted as the two of them grappled together, bovine super strength pushing against canine hyper-charged muscles. Biceps and triceps bulged as the two wrestled against one another, the armored super-cop started to see veins popping over Panzer Beast's arms.

"For the love of Christ, what's with you and the fat fur porn innuendos?" He growled. "Don't you know it makes Them unhappy?" he snarled while trying to desperately gain ground against his stronger opponent

"Panzer, why in God's name should I not try to aggravate them?" She replied with a fierce head butt, making both bull and dog take a step backwards in pain. "Hey Amp! Any chance you know Spinal Tap's Big Bottoms or Queen's Fat Bottom Girls?"

The canine super-musician didn't acknowledge her cohort at first but soon the head-banging super began playing the familiar cords of Spinal Tap's chubby chasing anthem. Express Panda kept fighting on, regretfully not getting the joke, but Shield couldn't help but laugh as the lipophilic tune became the soundtrack to the beating that was being served. Punches were exchanged with enough force to crumple steel, blows were dodged or shrugged off by augmented endurances, and gradually the three girls were able feel, for a brief instant, like the kind of heroes the city silently prayed for.

And then, just as they established an indomitable offense and were starting to enjoy the high of their accomplishments, the rug was pulled out by the unseen puppet masters. Express Panda slowed down, Shield's brown fur lost its metallic luster, and Amp's magical electric guitar disappeared back into the ether from whence it came. If I wasn't going to be scared for my life in the next few seconds, I have a feeling I'd be drolly remarking on how this can't possibly get old. Shield thought to herself in the instant before Panzer Beast punched her in the gut and sent her flying across the largely empty space, coming to a bouncing stop on the concrete floor. _ And thank God we heal fast, that last one should have had me coughing blood._ She lamented silently as the pain of the previous fifteen minutes of fighting began to finally catch up with her. Words could not describe how much her everything hurt at that moment.

"Heh, you always were the most uppity of the lot Shield. I'm going to enjoy bringing you down a peg." Panzer Beast chortled as the towering mountain of bovine muscle loomed over the prone heroine. So this was it, battered and beaten, the mighty Shield was the first one to go down... And then someone shot Panzer Beast in the back of the head with a .45 caliber handgun. It was about as effective as Shield thought it would be, she wouldn't even think of tackling the bullet-resistant bruiser with anything less then a .357 Magnum. But it got his attention and distracted him long enough for her to get back on her feet, long enough for her to look downrange at the masked brown bear that arrived to their rescue.

Shield's heart started to pound in her chest as the new heroine holstered her pistol strutted in with the practiced walk more appropriate of a pinup then a hardened crime fighter. Looking at the USMC Parade Blues motif and the overstuffed military backpack on the bear's back, the canine's first hopes that the Marines had finally landed to straighten things out were quickly dashed out when her mind finished registering all the things that were wrong. Fighting in a parade dress uniform that was no way regulation cut, it was way too tight in the she-bear's muscular hips and taut buttocks and revealing way too much of her overly generous bust. And then there was the minigun by her side, barrels spinning with the soft whirl of an electric motor... CHRIST ON A CRACKER SHE HAD A MINIGUN!

"S'up? Am I too late to help own some noobs?" The mysterious heroine asked behind a navy blue domino mask, her pronunciation of "own" sounding suspiciously like it was being said with a "p." It took all of Shield's strength to not break down into a sobbing fit. Why, just why? Couldn't the Brothers get a real army girl at least? Or were they so stupid that they thought this punch line on two legs actually WAS military?

Without waiting for a reply, the newcomer squeezed the trigger on her weapon and opened fire on the gathered clump of supers. The whine of the electric motor was drowned out as the multi-barreled gun roared to life and began spewing a torrent of lead at... pretty much everything. However much strength she may have had, it wasn't anywhere nearly enough to compensate for the recoil of handling a weapon meant to be mounted on a Humvee or helicopter and keep the gun from "walking." The other heroines dived for what little cover was available, the villains likewise scattered on instinct. Even the Brothers' little frat boy psychos doubted their invincibility in the face of such heavy ordinance.

Only after the mysterious female finally finished firing did the other Aphrodite Girls dare to get up and survey the damage. The villains were scared off; none of the heroines were shot, but looking at the now understandably terrified Tiffany... At the beginning of the battle the six supervillains had propped their hostage's chair up against a stack of empty crates and shipping pallets. The chair was still intact and upright, its occupant physically unharmed, but the wooden shipping materials she was seated against was now a giant pile of splinters and sawdust... shredded by the barrage of fire that somehow managed to miss the poor black bear.

Battered, bruised like a piece of overripe fruit, and nearly raped, it was all Shield could do to keep from screaming. Unfortunately Amp lacked the same sort of self-control that the other canine was struggling to maintain.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON? YOU NEARLY TURNED THE MAYOR'S DAUGHTER INTO FUCKING HAMBURGER!" The Afghan hound screamed as she grabbed the unnamed heroine by the collar and started shaking her violently.

Her body still sore, Shield slowly staggered to her feet and managed to find the strength to pry the two women apart. "Amp, Express, find Tiffany's clothes and make sure she gets home safely, I'll wrap things up here." The police dog interrupted curtly.

Amp still looked angry and shaken from the ordeal but complied. Searching through the rubble, they managed to find the black bear's clothes miraculously not shredded and took the now-clothed hostage out of the building. Only after they left did Shield turn to the newcomer. "Okay, who are you and where did you get that thing? Answer the second question first."

"Same place you got your powers and that nice costume if those two foxes weren't lying to me, they gave me this backpack that allows me to summon any weapon I want and infinite ammo for it. And my name is Pvt. Doll." The military-themed heroine replied matter-of-factly.

Shield grabbed the ursine's minigun and walked around behind her, pressing down on her shoulders to make sure she got the idea to stay put, then opened up Pvt. Doll's backpack. Jokes about bags of holding and British time-traveling space ships ran through the canine's head as stuffed the giant automatic weapon back into the seemingly infinite storage capacity of the military surplus bag and pulled out a Mossberg police shotgun with a bottomless ammo pouch full of beanbag shotgun shells. "Honey, we all appreciate your willingness to help but the next time you show up could you make sure to use THIS? Please..." The canine requested as she shoved the weapon and ammo bag into the bear's hands with a mix of appreciation and exasperation. Without waiting for a reply, the battered heroine did her best to storm off, a difficult proposition to do in an intimidating manner with her body as beat up as it was...

Later, Shield, Amp, and Express Panda...

Deborah Autumns smiled as she led a disoriented Haru Sakurako into her apartment. The panda's head was spinning, understandable as after the two of them visited the buffet to bloat up on cheap food Debbie took her foreign friend to a little bar she knew where she introduced the displaced Japanese woman to a fine bottle of French Gray Geese vodka... Sonya Winters regretfully had to go home to make dinner for her father, the older Winters was still recovering from heart surgery, but the Afghan Hound promised to drop by with a surprise later.

About an hour later, after Autumns had helped the tipsy Haru into bed, Sonya knocked on her door. Looking out the spy hole, Deborah smiled as she saw the female musician waiting outside with two tubs of ice cream. Undoing the collection of locks, chains, and deadbolts that most citizens now depended on to keep them safe, the Doberman let Sonya in and promptly locked the door behind them before getting a pair of spoons.

There, lounging lazily on the sofa, the two spent the remains of the evening eating ice cream straight from the cardboard tub while laughing softly at late-night trash TV. Just two girls being lazy in front of a television blasting them with mind numbing programming, grateful to have another day in this nightmare down. If only they knew how many days were left...

Meanwhile, Pvt. Doll...

Samantha Summers grumbled as she returned to her small home on the edge of the suburbs after what she thought was a successful night of heroics. Unfortunately the rest of the girls didn't see it that way, Amp and Shield really needed to chill out. They won, the bad guys were beaten, the hostage was saved, and all was well. Score one for the good girls... at least the four of them had these awesome superpowers, most folks could only dream about being superheroes.

Signing and locking the door behind her, she stripped off her street clothes and got some snacks from the kitchen before collapsing on the couch and turning on her game console. Reclining in her underwear, Samantha looked down at her scrawny, unflattering figure and sighed, at least she was pretty when she was Pvt. Doll.

Slipping in a disc for the latest Battlefield of Honor video game, she put her headset on and settled in for another night of online gaming in her favorite first person shooter. At least in cyberspace she didn't have to deal with any negative criticism for smacking some noobs...

Meanwhile, the Brothers...

Sitting in their lair somewhere in the suburbs outside of Aphrodite City, the demented vulpine brothers Tall and Short watched both shows with a mixture of disgust and disappoint. The battle in the warehouse had been excellent, the heroines' downtime was not so much.

"Where are the tits, I thought we gave Pvt. Doll tits?" Short grumbled, dejected that watching a gamer girl play in her underwear wasn't quite as sexy as he pictured it being.

"Easy brother, I'm still figuring out how we can use our powers to gradually bring their normal measurements more in line with our ideals. Besides, if these girls all suddenly became that tall and wonderfully endowed all the time, people might notice. We already had a small slip up with Shield and Panzer Beast." Tall replied, gesturing to an image of Tiffany O'Connor, already telling her daddy dearest the mayor and the police commissioner everything she could remember about her ordeal. The aptly named taller brother didn't doubt that the mayor and the commissioner were now going to be very interested to find out who these "Others" were... Oh well, perhaps it couldn't be helped; people would have to figure it out eventually. Like it mattered though, even if they were at full strength, the ACPD would have a lot of suburbia to cover before they found the right house.

"And why are they all being couch potatoes? Damn it, we can't have them getting fat. I won't stand for it." Short snarled savagely, stamping his feet against the polished wooden floor of the lavishly built man cave.

"Just shut up and take it brother, Shield is the anchor upon which the others depend on or will depend on eventually. She has the strongest will but that in turn makes her the most difficult to control. She believes it offends us and she is determined to rebel. We must make her think it isn't if we want to steer her towards actions that are less likely to put us under any more mental strain..." Tall replied harshly, it was a horrible shame the one they needed the most was also the most difficult one to control...