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 TITLE: Cinderella Superhero
PART: 4 of 4
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF cons fant ScFi piv size rom preg
SUMMARY: The great Enemy comes at last, and Astrid must face her
destiny.

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   Astrid walked into Al's diner - she was still walking and not waddling,
at least barely - with her hands on her swelling tummy.  Edna, the teenage
prostitute was there again - but now she was dressed conservatively, with
no makeup.  Al was taking an emptied plate from her as the girl told him
about her redemption.

   Astrid tried not to beam in pride.  She knew the story.  Two weeks ago,
as Samaritan, she had found Edna throwing up in a rundown motel, after a
bad trip.  She had confronted the whore, and asked her if she wanted to
change.  The addicted young woman had bemoaned her fate, saying she
couldn't, she didn't have the strength.

   Samaritan challenged her then, asking, "If you did have the strength to
do it...  would you?" Edna had blubbered out a yes, and Samaritan had done
her most daring divine magic yet.  She had altered the makeup of Edna's
body and brain chemistry, removing her physiological addiction to drugs and
sex.  "The rest," she'd told Edna, "is up to you."

   Edna has risen to the challenge, and was currently living in a women's
shelter, as she was telling Al.  The shelter had been built by Samaritan
herself last month; with Arsenal's help, she'd gotten a funding agreement
from Serodyne Industries for its operation, on the condition that Samaritan
use her divine reality warping skills to do the actual construction.

   "I gotta go now," Edna was saying.  "Narc-Anon starts in half an hour."

   "I'm so proud of you, Edna," he smiled at her, and hugged her.  She
clung to him, happy tears welling in her eyes, before withdrawing and
sailing out.  "Hey Astrid!" Al greeted her brightly.

   "Hey Al," she said, remembering just in time not to call him 'baby'
while not in her 'Cinderella' form.  But that was about to change.  "Al, I
- I have something to tell you."

   "What's that, honey?" he asked her, pouring her a coke as he always did.
She hauled herself up onto the stool in front of the counter - it took more
effort now than it used to - and waved away the coke.

   "No thanks," she said.  "Can I have some orange juice instead?"

   He raised his eyebrow.  "Sure."

   "I don't like coke right now," Astrid said.  "Um, my taste buds are
changing."

   He studied her as he set her orange juice in front of her, and she
gulped it down.  "What's wrong, Astrid?"

   She gave him an uncertain smile.  "Nothing's wrong.  In fact, I hope
everything is very right." She was glad of what was transpiring, despite
how unexpected it was, but how would Al react - especially when she told
him that she was really Samaritan?

   He clasped her hands in his and looked her in the eye.  "I'm here for
you, Astrid.  Tell me in your own time.  You don't have to tell me anything
that you don't want to." Her large eyes welled with emotion - she loved
this man so much!

   "Al," she began, "I'm--"

   The diner exploded.

   The world around her became a fireball, and when it cleared, the diner
was in ruins, most of it blown to pieces.  Astrid was kneeling on the
floor, unharmed, in her 25 year old form.  Even without consciously
summoning her powers, the blessing of the Tho'nyak'chur had saved her.  But
Al hadn't been so lucky.

   Samaritan stared in shock at his body, blackened and burned - and dead.
Emotion seemed to drain from her as she just gazed at his corpse, unable to
process what was happening.  She vaguely became aware of the other Brigade
heroes shouting in her head through the telepathic link - when she was in
her normal 18 year old form, she wasn't part of the link.

   "Samaritan!  Come in!  Where in blazes are you, come in!" Arsenal's
voice, ringing in her mind.

   "I can hear her heartbeat, I'm going for her," came Paragon's confident
voice.

   "Samaritan, please respond, are you in trouble?" Elementelle urged.

   In moments, Paragon was there, at her side.  "Samaritan!" he said out
loud now.  "Come on, we have trouble!  Extradimensional invasion,
worldwide, we need every cape on it now!"

   "He's dead," Samaritan finally croaked.

   "What?" Paragon blinked, and finally registered the corpse.  For a man
with superhuman senses, he could be blind sometimes.  "Samaritan, it
doesn't matter, we have to go!"

   "What's the point?" she muttered.  Her world had dropped out from
beneath her.  Nothing mattered anymore.

   "Dammit," Paragon said, putting his hand on her shoulder, "we don't have
time to cry over your boy toy!"

   Black anger welled up inside her, and she spun around, rising to her
feet.  "I LOVED HIM!" she screamed, and her fist met Paragon's gut.  With
an almighty oof, Paragon was launched into the sky, becoming a dwindling
speck.

   Samaritan just stood there, breathing heavily, not moving.  Presently,
Arsenal's voice came into her mind.  "Samaritan, I'm sorry about Al.  Elle
and I both cared for him too.  But we have to save the living.  Do you want
to let more people die?  Your Aunt Joan?"

   Arsenal's words finally penetrated the haze of Samaritan's sorrow -
though she didn't register that Arsenal had somehow uncovered her true
identity - and she sniffled.  "You're right, Arsenal.  I - I'm coming."

   She rose up into the air, as Paragon flew back down from orbit, glaring
at her.  He said nothing however, perhaps finally knowing better. 
Overhead, the sky was littered with black metal constructs, all spikes and
guns that belched deadly energy.  Every last one was painted with glowing
blasphemous runes - sigils that Samaritan recognized, from a mental image
shared with her by the goddess who had given the girl her powers.

   The Enemy of the Tho'nyak'chur was here.  They had found her.

   "Unknown force," Arsenal brought her up to speed via telepathic link. 
"All over the world, with the highest concentration here in Ruby Point
City. Resistant to scans, highly durable hulls, weaponry that blasts
through our shields."

   "And a LOT of them," Elementelle added.

   "Estimates are at over a million constructs," Arsenal nodded.

   "It's me they want," Samaritan said.  The sorrow within her had been
replaced with fierce angry determination.  She zoomed up into the sky, into
the midst of the ships, whose barrels tracked her and spat fiery plasma in
her direction.  She dodged them easily, and then bellowed, her voice
carrying through the sky across the world, "I'M HERE, BASTARDS, COME AND
GET ME!"

   The forces of the Enemy clearly recognized the source of the power
within her, and now that she had their attention, Samaritan zoomed up
through the atmosphere into orbit.  She had never tried to go into space
before, but she knew she could, and she kept going, until she landed on the
moon.  She watched as the rune-etched metal constructs flooded from Earth's
skies in a black cloud, coming straight for her.

   Arsenal was in her mind, telling her that they were coming to support
her.  Paragon was first to arrive, being space-capable himself.  He landed
beside her on the moon, looking up at the descending hordes.  A half-dozen
other space-capable superhumans followed.  Advanced spacecraft manned by
other heroes such as Arsenal - and even villains such as Doctor Omega -
brought more supers to them, and together they awaited the arrival of the
Enemy.

   "Now," Samaritan said, and led the charge.  Streaking into the sky above
the moon, she tore the black metal constructs apart.  Light zapped from her
hands and flared from her eyes, disintegrating the horde's forces.  The
other supers - heroes and villains alike - joined her, but none could match
Samaritan's level of destruction.

   It felt like days that they fought, the horde seemingly endless, but at
last their numbers seemed to be dwindling.  Any Terran supers that were
injured were effortlessly healed by Samaritan.  "We're doing it!"
Elementelle enthused through the telepathic link.

   But her words were premature.  A jagged tear opened in space over the
moon, its rim licked by flame as it ripped wider and wider apart.  A
demonic world could be seen through it, and an utterly massive battleship
floated ominously through it.  It was a gigantic, spiky, gothic affair, ten
miles long and covered in weaponry that filled space with deadly plasma.

   "How many more do they have in that dimension?" Arsenal framed the
question they were all thinking.

   "We have to close the portal," Doctor Omega said.

   "How do we stop them from opening more portals?" Paragon grunted as he
was clipped by a plasma blast.

   "There's only one way to end this," Samaritan said.  She zoomed through
space and straight through the hull of the massive cruiser.  Punching holes
clean through it, she emerged from its rear engines, unharmed, as
explosions rocked the vessel.  But she kept going - straight through the
portal into the demonworld of the Enemy.

   "No!" Elementelle realized what she was doing, but it was too late.  The
portal was already closing shut, trapping Samaritan inside the hellish
dimension.  It closed around the gigantic vessel, snapping it in two, and
it exploded, wiping out the remaining black metal constructs in space
around Earth.

   On the other side of the closed portal, Samaritan hovered alone in the
air.  The skies were burning red, the light coming from the fiery corona of
a black hole around which this planet seemed to orbit.  The ground below
seemed to shake in time, like a beating heart, and was covered in spiky
metal structures.  Devils of all shapes and sizes scurried along the ground
and zoomed through the air.  Massive crimson demonic dragons sailed lazily
through the sky, Dozens more of the ten-mile-long vessels orbited overhead.

   Samaritan took this all in within a moment, and that moment was all she
had before she was swarmed.  She blasted devils and their war machines
apart as she slowly made her way to the largest, spikiest and most
foreboding structure on the horizon - it could only be the citadel of the
Enemy itself.

   The devils threw themselves at her, heedless of their lives - or
whatever passed for devils' lives - and she punched through the metal
barrier of the tallest tower.  It took dozens of punches and blasts, even
for her, to break through - this bastion's armoring was indescribably tough
- but she eventually did it, fending off devils the whole while.  Once she
entered, however, the devils no longer accosted her.

   And she realized why.  A palpable dread lingered malignantly through the
tower, which was empty of life.  Even the Enemy's own devils couldn't stand
to be around him, and Samaritan felt like throwing up.  She wrapped herself
in the light of the Tho'nyak'chur - the many divine sparks within her had
been incubating in power and life over the past few months - and walked
over the trembling ground, climbing staircases as the presence grew
stronger and stronger.

   At the top of a final stairwell, a great black metal door slid open
before her.  A throne room sat atop the tower, and within it the Enemy
waited.

   His, or its, form was nothing more than a shadow.  A cloak draped over
it, and one of its shadowy hands was encased in a metal gauntlet.  A belt
was looped around its partly-substantial waist, and from it a broken sword
hung.  A spiked and helmeted crown adorned its wraithlike head, with the
face open to reveal no visage at all, save for two malevolent eyes.  One
was glinting red, and the other yellow and reptilian.

   --Goddess of the stars-

   Its hiss was a screeching rasp, empty of emotion or inflection, that
grated on her very soul, and she winced in almost tangible pain.  "You
killed the man I love," she accused.

   --I can bring him back-

   Samaritan drew up short.  "What?" she said.

   The Enemy waved a hand, and the wall behind the black throne rearranged
itself into a balcony, looking out over his hellish domain.  Heedless of
the Samaritan behind him, he turned his back, looking out over the balcony.
--My power drives a world of infernal machines and lays empires and gods
low-- it rasped.  --Life is mine to destroy, or to restore-

   For long moments, Samaritan was torn.  "Why would you offer me something
like that?" she demanded, but she knew why.

   --Give me the souls of the Tho'nyak'chur-- the Enemy said plainly. 
--And I will give you the life of your lover-

   Samaritan was paralyzed by the enormity of the dilemma before her. 
Emotions warred within her.  But she could never give the beauty that was
the light of the Tho'nyak'chur to this devil - not even for Al, no matter
how desperately she wanted him back.  "Never," she croaked, then swallowed
and said again more defiantly, "Never.  You horrible fiend."

   Its voice was still empty of inflection.  --Then die-

   She charged at him, but he raised a gauntleted hand at her, and an
invisible wall slammed her back.  She shook her head, dazed, and wrapped a
globe of rainbows around the Enemy, encasing him.  The broken sword cleaved
through it, and physical pain shot through Samaritan as her globe of light
shattered.

   The Enemy was silent as it stalked towards her, and Samaritan belatedly
realized that she was completely outmatched.  It hadn't tempted her in a
last-ditch attempt to seize its treasure; it had tempted her solely for the
love of corrupting the innocent.  The Tho'nyak'chur sparks within her
weren't fully awake yet - and even if they were, she didn't know if their
combined power would be enough to stop the Enemy.

   She scrambled away, but the wraith's eyes glinted, and she was
paralyzed, held up in mid-air as she struggled.  The Enemy hooked its
broken sword back onto its belt, and with its uncovered shadowy hand,
removed the gauntlet from its other.  Its other hand was even blacker,
somehow.  It wasn't absence of color, it was the OPPOSITE of color, on the
far side of black, and the swirling laments of the damned whispered from it
as he raised the impossible hand to touch her.  Samaritan knew in her core,
that if he touched her with that cursed hand, she'd be annihilated utterly-

   A trumpet blew, and through the open balcony flew none other than the
Black Knight, his black steed galloping on air - and a posse of other
knights, also armored in black, were astride their own black horses behind
him.  The knights were as silent as the Enemy as they surrounded it,
jabbing at it with their ebony lances and piercing its shadowy form.

   The Enemy made no sounds of pain, and no wounds that Samaritan could see
were forming on what passed for its body, but it was distracted at the very
least, and she was freed from paralysis.  The Black Knight threw a golden
chalice at her, and Samaritan caught it deftly, confused.

   "Drink!" Samaritan goggled at him - the mysterious hero had never before
uttered a sound.  Nor did he utter any further sounds, joining the other
knights in attacking the Enemy.  Samaritan looked into the golden chalice,
but it was empty.  What was the Black Knight playing at?

   Yet she could sense the power of this artifact, and so she raised it to
her lips.  The sweetness of young virgin female fuckhoney flowed into her
mouth, and she moaned lustily at the taste.  Light and vigor surged through
her limbs, and her entire body began glowing brightly.

   "Away, fiend," she said, and her voice was many voices, the souls of the
Tho'nyak'chur thrumming in musical harmony.  The Enemy shrank away, pained
by the music and the light.  Its shadowy form began melting, fading away
before her light and voice.  A single hiss emanated from it before it
disappeared completely, leaving crown, cloak, gauntlet, belt, and broken
sword in a heap on the floor.

   The knights inclined their heads to her, and she said, "Home." With a
gesture from her, a bright oval appeared in mid-air, a portal back to
Earth, and she sailed through, followed by the knights, before closing it
behind her.

   They were back at the diner, or what remained of it.  So much
destruction had occurred throughout Ruby Point City in the incursion that
ColMitAR hadn't gotten to it yet.  Her body still glowing, Samaritan walked
through the rubble to Al's corpse.  He appeared to be sleeping peacefully,
and her heart swelled with love.  She bent down and kissed him, and the
light flowed from her into him.

   He gasped, as life surged through him, his wounds healed completely -
even the scar on his shin from a childhood accident vanishing - and
Samaritan kissed him passionately now, tears of joy streaming down her face
as she clutched him closely.  The light was gone now, the extra power
awakened by the chalice depleted, but she didn't care.

   She refused to leave Al's side, and so he was there for the debriefing
in the Garrison, with Samaritan perched in his lap.  Samaritan told
everyone what had happened in the Enemy's world, and the Black Knight told
his story, speaking for the first time in centuries.  He removed his
helmet, revealing a ragged and worn but noble visage.

   "My name is Arthur Pendragon," he said.

   The legendary king had ruled Camelot in a time when the old gods of
Earth were fading.  But the last goddesses foresaw that Earth would someday
receive a new, and greater, goddess - one who would need their help when
she was still a fledgling.  The virgin maidens among their number had spilt
their juices into the Holy Grail, and put the knights of the round table
into a slumber, before enchanting Arthur with unnatural immortality and
leaving for the otherworldly island of Avalon, leaving Earth behind.

   As the Black Knight, he had maintained his long vigil through the
centuries, until the very goddess of which the prophecy had spoken had
arrived.  When the Enemy came, he woke his knights, and they flew through
the portal in space before it closed to help Samaritan.  The Grail had
imbued her with the essence of the old goddesses, temporarily supercharging
that of the Tho'nyak'chur within her so that she could defeat the Enemy.

   "He's not gone, not forever," Arthur finished.  "The maidens of Avalon
told me he could never be truly defeated.  But your soul has been soaked in
light, and if he tried to take the essence of the goddesses now, it would
only pain him." He paused, as a babble of shocked questions assaulted him.
Ignoring the questions, he turned to Samaritan and knelt.  "My lady, I have
fulfilled my sworn duty.  Will you release me and my knights to our
long-deserved rest?"

   She looked at him searchingly, and saw the bone-weariness of his soul.
"Yes," she said.  "You have done well." Arthur sighed, and his body faded
away.  Even his armor and horse vanished, as did the other knights and
their steeds.

   There was more to do, but Samaritan would join in that later.  She took
her leave of the Garrison with Al, and flew with him to the diner.  With
her powers, she rebuilt it, good as new, and told him that not only had he
been resurrected, but he was now immortal, same as she was, due to her
divine essence.  Al was still trying to process that, when she told him, "I
love you."

   That floored him even more, but he kissed her passionately and told her
he loved her too.  "I have something to tell you," she confided, taking him
upstairs to the bedroom by the hand.  "A couple of things.  Two very
important things."

   She wished away both their clothes, admiring Al's huge rising boner as
his eyes hungrily roved her luscious womanly body.  "I don't look this way
normally, Al," she began.  "I have a civilian identity, who looks
different."

   "Oh?" he said, his voice hoarse with lust but also tinged with
curiosity. She nodded, and transformed into her normal self.  "Astrid?" he
said in disbelief - but with no less love and desire.  "You're Samaritan?"
She glowed with joy as he beheld her lovely young eighteen year old body.
Her tits were small - yet not quite as tiny as before - and stemmed by hard
pink nipples, her silky brown hair fell to her perfect round buttocks, and
her pussy was smooth and moist.

   And without the obstruction of clothing, her tummy was clearly poofing
out.  "You're pregnant?!" he said, his voice full of astonishment and
delight.

   She nodded, biting her lip.  "Is that okay?" she asked, suddenly
vulnerable.

   In reply he knelt to one knee.  "Astrid," he said, taking her hands in
his, "will you marry me?  I don't have a ring right now, but--"

   She squealed in shocked joy and kissed him passionately.  "Yes, Al, yes,
yes, yes!" He laughed with joy, picking her up and spinning her around,
before crushing her to him and making out with her.  She wrapped her legs
around his torso as he lowered her preggo eighteen year old body onto his
huge shaft.

   Astrid cried out in ecstasy as her slippery teen cunt was impaled by his
monster cock for the first time.  In her natural eighteen year old form,
her pussy was even smaller and tighter, and the obscene pleasure as he
stretched her wide open was even more delicious!  Al grunted and groaned,
sounding like an animal as he stuffed her preggo snatch completely, till
she was sitting on his bloated nuts, her limbs flouncing with jangled
bliss.

   She began bouncing eagerly atop him, as he bucked his hips up into her
and pulled her down with his grasp of her slender hips, and together they
made hot sweet love.  Her pussy overflowed with her wet love, gushing
eighteen year old fuckhoney onto his nuts and spilling to the floor as he
yanked her up and down on his phenomenal fucktool.

   Astrid cummed, hard, thrashing erratically in his grip as she yelled his
name with utter devotion.  He slammed her down balls-deep on him again, and
bellowed as he jizzed inside her, filling up her preggo pussy with his hot
massive load for the first of many many times that night...

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