Dashing Devil: A Superhero Harem Adventure, page 1
Dashing Devil
Written By: G. D. Brooks
Edited by: A. M. Brooks
Chapter 1
“Silver once again ended a Powered Criminal Event downtown today, saving countless lives and preventing the attempted abduction of a bus filled with school children.” The news anchor, an attractive, youngish, brunette woman, says in a voice a few degrees too perky for what she is saying. “We have footage from the scene, please be advised that the following material may not be appropriate for all viewers and does include graphic violence.” The video then cuts to footage taken from one of the city's countless surveillance cameras.
It features a yellow school bus, a ‘homeworld classic’ introduced a few years back to reconnect humanity to its roots, coming to a stop at a traffic light. Suddenly the road in front of the bus cracks and shifts, a wedge rising from the ground and slamming into the front of the bus, crumpling the engine block. A moment later another wedge rises up and drives into the back followed by another smaller one that blocks the front door.
A man dressed in stained and torn blue jeans and green hoodie comes running into frame and up to the side of the bus. “Can you imagine how scared those poor children must be? I’m told their teacher was wounded and the bus driver knocked unconscious in the initial assault.” The anchor says, her tone still way too cheery to fit the drama that is taking place.
The Powered Criminal makes a motion, gripping the air and pulling up, causing four more wedges of earth to rise out of the ground. These face outwards, acting as barriers against the police and their force-rifles and net guns that will be on the scene at any moment. Sure enough police vehicles, these ones much higher tech than the school bus, start to swarm the scene from the sky.
The grav cars are sleek machines, their sharp angles and low profile making them appear capable of great speeds. Painted white and black with red and blue flashing lights mounted at each lower corner and across the top. Ten of them swoop through the air, circling the area before orienting and lowering to the ground in a half circle ten to fifteen yards away from the Powered Criminal’s semi circle of makeshift barriers.
The announcer's voice cuts in as several of them land and discharge officers dressed head to toe in bulky black armor. “We unfortunately don’t have audio from the scene, but our field reporters gathered enough to fill in the blanks.” The officers are armed with an assortment of weapons, but the compact and powerful standard issue force-rifle makes up the majority of the twenty or so officers. They circle up,
“Right now the Powered Criminal is demanding one million credits on an unregistered credit chit or he will crush the bus. The Sergeant on the scene urged him to remain calm and not do anything he’ll regret.” Boyd watches intently as the tension builds rapidly approaching a breaking point. The filthy green hoodie wearing man is getting more and more agitated hunkering down behind his impromptu walls. Officers fan out, looking to find an angle that will give them the shot, make themselves the hero.
Boyd thinks they are damn fools, “Follow procedure!” he yells at his view screen of his living room. “Establish a perimeter and wait for a Hero to arrive!” He wishes he could be there. Out in the field, bring this Powered Criminal down, be the Hero. That’s not for him, even if he is a Powered himself. It isn’t a question of strength, he would make short work of this criminal. No, it is a matter of appearances, which matter as much if not more when it comes to being a Hero. “Don’t aim right at him! Are you trying to get those kids killed!?” He bellows at the screen. Boyd hates seeing sloppy work like this, he knows he is more critical than most but can’t help himself.
Luckily before things escalate any further Silver arrives on the scene, performing a perfectly executed takedown and ending the Event in moments. She descends from above, choosing her angle carefully. Her wispy metallic half cape and long silver hair are pulled out behind her creating a streamer behind her as she flies at about sixty miles an hour.
Boyd knows she can achieve much faster, but the criminal wouldn’t survive the impact if was moving at max speed. Silver delivers a kick with the toe of her knee-high booted foot right to the center of the criminal's back. The force is enough to drive his head forward into one of his own barriers, cracking his skull but not quite killing him. “That’s my girl!” He cheers, throwing his fists into the air and jumping out of his seat.
She then aims one toned arm down at the prone man, a glow surrounds her outstretched fingers and fills her eyes, the color of her namesake. He’s not getting up and will require medical attention if he is to live and see trial, but that will only become a priority once the hostages are secure. Keeping one eye on the criminal she waves the officers forward. Once a few of them move in and start to restrain the unconscious criminal she floats up a little higher and unleashes three small orbs of energy from her hands.
The bolts flash out, arching through the air before blasting the wedges of concrete and stone away from the bus. Carefully sending the debris in a safe direction away from the officers and bus. Some of the kids pull their windows down and little arms and hands start reaching out towards the gorgeous Hero. This is why appearances matter so much, Silver looks the part of a radiant savior. You can’t see it from here but she has the kindest, most beautiful face Boyd has ever seen. High cheekbones but soft features. Her large bright blue eyes are so light and pure that they look like diamonds, the slivers of silver they contain only adding to their sparkle.
Her long hair falls in a sheet down the center of her back, strands so fine that it shines like silver silk. The Authority’s design team chose to build off of her hair and the flecks of silver in her light blue eyes, especially since her energy attacks are a similar color. She wears very little, which Boyd doesn’t approve of but understands. He still thinks something that provides more protection would be appropriate. Silver is exceptionally tough, but a slight edge can mean the difference between life and death. His opinion matters little, in the end appearances matter and sex sells.
Her suit is something like a dancer's leotard, covering her to the throat and down to her wrists. However there is a shaped cut out, something like a trapezoid with a half circle below it, over her chest that shows the tops of her breasts, nothing indecent but displaying enough cleavage to draw the eye. The same cannot be said about her other assets, the bottom doesn’t cover her hips or bottom third of the globes of her firm bubble butt. There is an attached half skirt that obscures what lies beneath slightly, but it’s made of the same gossamer material as her half cape.
The skirt only falls to just below her butt anyway and doesn’t even bother covering from the center of her thighs forward. Her cape attaches at her shoulder and hangs low on her back. It’s sheer material and that of the skirt is a slightly darker metallic to add some variation. The design team matched the silver of her hair for the thin material of the bodysuit. It sets off nicely against her naturally lightly bronzed skin.
This garment has no defensive purpose whatsoever. It was designed to show off as much of the young woman's toned body as possible without passing into indecency. Which it does perfectly, leaving just enough to the imagination while doing nothing to conceal any of her curves. Fitting so tight that the swell of each breast can be appreciated, can make out each muscle in her stomach and the indent of her belly button in most pictures. There is a lot to show off as well, she has an excellent figure and is toned in all the right ways, her breasts aren't actually larger than average, but look it on her petite frame with its slender curves.
Boyd shakes thoughts of her beauty away, watching as Silver pries the door of the bus open and starts helping the kids exit, waving them towards the protection of the officers. She floats inside the bus and carries the teacher, a middle aged and modestly dressed woman, out of the bus. Upon exiting she waves a medic over to check the driver. The criminal is in custody now, being taken back to The Tower for secure medical attention. Silver takes one last look around and flys off. She must be needed elsewhere or she would have stuck around for a while, maybe do a quick interview. It’s good PR.
“And there you have it viewers, another clean arrest for Silver, the fresh new Hero assigned by The Authority to protect Glorith City.” The anchor says as the camera cuts back to her sitting at a news desk. “I know I expressed some skepticism when they assigned Silver to replace Team Triton but she is doing an excellent job so far. Silver has demonstrated time and time again that she can quickly defuse even the most dangerous situations. I’ll rest easy tonight knowing she is defending our fair city.” After a pause she continues “In other news…” but Boyd turns it off at that point. He catches his reflection in the clear glass of the screen after he cuts it off and winces.
He must have extended his wings in his excitement earlier and still had them stretched to about half their overall span. Boyd furls them back up, tucking them a little tighter to his back than is comfortable. It’s hard to hide a pair of leathery crimson and black wings that span almost thirty feet when fully extended. When folded tightly only the black bone and outer dark leathery surface show, hiding the interior crimson in the folds. When they are partially extended he finds they intimidate people and tries to mitigate that as much as possible. It’s a difficult task to pull off when you look like a seven and a half foot tall demon, right down to the wings, half foot horns protruding from his forehead, and long prehensile tail with a spaded tip. At least he doesn’t have cloven hooves for feet.
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Boyd often forgoes wearing a shirt, the wings make them difficult and uncomfortable. Since he so rarely leaves his home he mostly sticks to athletic shorts, today's pair are black. Most of his skin is very pale, a shade or two off from pure white. It darkened starting at his elbows and knees down to a deep crimson near his wrists and ankles. His tail is the same deep crimson, but his horns are a black bone. His fingers and toes have thick black nails that he keeps filled down from their natural razor sharp points. Short black hair tops his head, just long enough to style when he wants to, not that he often has a reason to do so.
Boyd’s physique is that of an athlete, powerful and functional muscles line his arms, legs, and torso with broad shoulders and a narrow waist that create that natural upside down triangle that women seem to love so much. His handsome face with its strong jaw, straight nose, and solid cheekbones would be perfect if not for his elongated canine teeth and slit pupil amber eyes. These are the things that keep him from going out there and saving the day. The children on the bus would have reacted very differently to him than they had the beautiful Silver.
He broods on this often, but understands the reality. Boyd has been allowed to do some work at night and away from the city, in the Wild Lands where there were limited chances of witnesses, twice in the last six months. One was a meeting of some smugglers who had a few low ranked Powered henchmen among them. The other was an escaped Powered Criminal that made it into the nearby mountains. Although he suspects that they were just scenarios set up to humor him. He would call his handler out on it, but then it would go away and it is better than nothing.
His grieving the twists of fate that put him in this situation is interrupted by the musical tones of a woman's voice trilling “Darling! I’m home.” Boyd turns just in time to see a blur dart across the living room and glom onto his chest. Looking down he sees the top of a silky silver head of hair. It isn’t the silver one associates with age, more like the precious metal itself spun into thin strands and sewn into her head to form silky tresses. He wraps his arms around Silver, his love, and engulfs her mush smaller frame in an embrace.
“I saw the news, you saved all those kids, I’m so proud of you Silvie.” He intones as he hugs her tight, she can take it.
“Ooff, too tight!” her melodic voice strains. Okay maybe not all of it, he quickly loosens his arms, immediately concerned. She giggles and uses the opportunity to float up and steal a kiss before dancing back through the air, her hair and skirt and cape flowing back and forth. She touches down a few yards away and gives him a devilish smirk. “You always fall for that, Darling. You’ve been much rougher with me and done no harm.” She cocks her hip out, and plants her hand on her hand on it. Silver tends to be a little extra flirty after a take down. “You saw, huh? I think I did pretty good on that one.”
“You were perfect!” Boyd exclaims. His voice is as big as the rest of him, especially when he gets excited. His normal speaking voice is something of a deep rumble that carries a little too well. When he exclaims, people nearby tend to wish they had earplugs. If he tries at it he reaches decibels typically reserved for rock concert speaker systems.
Silvie doesn’t even flinch. With a cough he collects himself and lowers his tone “You got him clean, one hit that he never saw coming. Great approach angle and you calibrated the strike just right. Would have been easy to accidentally kill with a hit like that but if you held back any more he might have had a chance to hurt the hostages or gotten an officer with a pot shot. No, that was perfect, if anyone tells you otherwise they can go fuck themselves.”
Silver beams at him, displaying her perfect teeth in a wide toothy grin. “Thanks Darling, I’m sure they’ll tell me I should have drawn it out a little bit, made it a bit flashier. You know, the usual.” she sighs with a shrug.
“Then they can go fuck themselves.” Boyd grins, “You can tell them I told them to, if you’d like.”
Silver giggles again, it sounds like bells to Boyd’s ears, “I just might this time. So, how was your day?” she asks out of honest interest, but the question always chafes at Boyd. He can’t let it show though, that wouldn’t be fair. Her pink cupid’s bow lips curl in a genuine smile and her eyes meet his. He has fallen into those eyes countless times, large and shining crystalline pools that they are.
No, he doesn’t want to tell her the truth, she doesn’t need to hear his complaints after a victory like that. He wouldn’t lie to her though, so he choses deflection. “Oh you know, a quiet day around the house. Where did you fly off to so quickly? Seemed like a good PR opportunity.”
“Oh yeah, that was a false alarm. Clerk accidentally hit the panic button at a bank.” Silvie replies and shakes her head, “Happens at least once a month, seriously you would think the fines would make them be a little more careful.”
“Ah, well I’m glad no one was hurt.” Boyd says, “Are you in for the evening or just stopping by?” He carefully keeps hope from showing in his tone. She seldom is home this early.
She pouts cutely and floats back over to him, it’s the only way Silvie can meet his eye level up close. Flight is also easy and natural for her, one of her Powers. She stands a couple inches over five and a half feet and that is only in the wedge heeled silver knee boots that add a few inches. Her slender fingers feel cool as they come up and gently rest on his cheeks. His own hands instinctively come up to rest on her hips as she leans into a slower, more tender kiss.
Moments pass, Boyd always loses himself in her tenderness, it soothes his soul. Eventually she leans back and looks longingly into his eyes. There is sadness in her bright blues, he hates the way it darkens them. “I know how much it’s been wearing on you, being stuck here while I’m out there.”
“No, it’s…” Boyd tries to interject but is cut off as the thin but strong fingers of one of her hands covers his lips.
“You can’t hide it from me, I’ve known you for as long as I can remember. I’ve seen your triumphs and your hardships. I appreciate how supportive you’ve been for the last six months but you have to remember that this is a two way street. I’m here to support you too, you big lug.” She removes her fingers and smiles warmly at him.
“You’re right, of course. I want to be out there with you, desperately.” Boyd sighs, he should have known better than to have try hiding anything from her. “I’m so proud of what you are doing out there, don’t let my little fit take that away from you.”
Silvie giggles and floats back forward for a quick peck “Of course not, that would crush you. You’re such a good man, always have been, since you were just a boy. So mature, always taking on other people's problems. You carried us through a lot of hard times, a lot of loss and setbacks. Strong and stoic like a good Hero should be. If they would just let you out there the whole world would see what I see. A strong, capable Hero that would die rather than let someone come to harm.”
“Thanks?” Boyd hates when she does this. Every now and then she spoils him with compliments and it fills him with an odd, almost uncomfortable feeling.
She lets out another tinkling giggle. “A Hero that is also a bit too humble for his own good. Which is why I’m taking matters into my own hands. I have a plan, I’m just waiting for the right opportunity.” One of her fingers bops the tip of his nose as she floats away, spinning and swaying playfully. The motion displays all her glorious curves and makes her hair fan out, filling the air with the scent of her shampoo, a sweet floral aroma. It’s very distracting.
Staring after her and swaying on his feet in her direction he is almost distracted enough to miss it but catches the words. “Wait, what plan?” He scowls at her, “I hope you aren't thinking of doing something that will get you into trouble. You know, like revealing The Authority’s secrets.”
“Of course not!” She says sternly, “That would be in gross negligence of my duty. I’m surprised that you think I would do something like that.” Silver crosses her arms and huffs at him but can’t hide the devilish smirk that comes to her lips.
“Silvie.” Boyd tries to inject some sternness into his voice, but has never been good at that with her. To everyone else she is Silver, mighty Hero of The Authority, protector of Glorith city. To him she is Silvie, his love and partner. He takes a couple steps closer to her, trying to loom. “Tell me what you’re planning.”
