In answer to a request, here is a ryona fanfic for DC comic superheroines, Supergirl and Wonder Woman (or Kara Zor-El and Diana Prince respectively, if you don't know their real names).
This will be a two-chapter fanfic. I've already started on the second chapter as I post this, so it won't be too far behind. Hope you enjoy it!
The afternoon sun shone fiercely on the island of Themyscira, home of the Amazon warrior women.
Drenched in sweat and drowning in boredom, Kara Zor-El was starting to decide that this so-called Paradise Island was really a 'paradise' for only a specific group of people.
Like a very, very specific group of people. People who enjoy sweating and aching muscles and beating each other up, to be exact. She and Diana had already been through what seemed like their twentieth sparring routine for their combat training for the afternoon, and the monotony of the training was boring her to death. Diana, however, was relentless.
'Or Princess Diana, or Wonder Woman while we're on training,' thought Kara huffily, 'All for respect and humility. It's not as if I ask you to call me Supergirl in a serious situation, do I?'
"Focus, Kara!" shouted Wonder Woman, throwing a punch straight at Kara's face. Kara ducked it, still grumbling, and threw one of her own. They traded blows for about a minute more, each countering and parrying each other's punches and kicks, before Diana pivoted on her toes and launched a kick at Kara's torso.
'Ha!' thought Kara, grabbing Diana's foot and preparing to flip her over, 'All that confidence has gotten to your - guh!'
She gasped as Wonder Woman twisted in the air, the momentum knocking Supergirl to the ground and dumping her unceremoniously at Diana's feet.
"You are far too distracted, young Kara," commented Wonder Woman, sounding annoyed, "You've only landed a handful of hits on me this entire afternoon."
"Hey, you've been fighting for, like a century," protested Supergirl, climbing to her feet, "I've been involved in your scruples for, what, a few years? And besides, I'm pretty capable of taking care of any threat with what I can already do."
"Not an excuse," said Wonder Woman sternly, "Your superhuman powers will only take you so far. You cannot expect them to save you against every single foe you face."
'Yeah, yeah,' thought Kara glumly. It was her cousin Superman's idea to have her come to Themyscira to train in combat skill with the Amazons, and with Wonder Woman. To gain experience...and humility. 'So much for learning humility under Diana. She probably thinks she's, like, everyone's freaking mom.'
And then Superman had to run off with his pal Batman to Sky-knows-where to solve some other inter-planetary problem. As usual. Leaving her here with a bunch of girls and women who did nothing but fight all day and dress in bikinis and skirts which were exclusively made of either fur, leather, or metal.
Sparring with Wonder Woman was a total pain at first; Supergirl couldn't do so well with the other Amazon women, because of her super strength and speed, which made fighting the human or even mildly superhumanly powered Amazons rather redundant. Hence, Diana was more or less the only woman on Paradise Island she could spar against, and man, did she pack mean punches and kicks. Even to her superhuman Kryptonian physiology, Wonder Woman's blows left her battered after every bout, while Diana herself seemed to fight against Supergirl's own strength and speed effortlessly.
"One last round," Wonder Woman was saying, bringing Supergirl back from her thoughts.
"Ok, you said it, the last," mumbled Kara, getting into position. They met each other's eyes, and attacked almost simultaneously, with Kara throwing a kick at Diana and the latter lunging forward with a punch. Diana sidestepped the kick, allowing her momentum to carry herself forward, her fist aiming straight at Kara's head. Kara pivoted and batted it away, bringing her own fist up to punch Diana in the belly. Wonder Woman grabbed her wrist and shoulder, however, trying to wrest her to the ground. Supergirl spread her legs wide, bracing herself against the ground, and they tussled like that for several seconds before Diana feinted, as if trying to throw Kara to the ground to the left.
Supergirl took the bait, shifting her weight to counter - and promptly lost her balance and staggered backward as Diana moved forward and slammed her shoulder against Kara's chest. She then grabbed the front of Supergirl's flared, blue mini-skirt and yanked, not hard enough to tear the fabric, but enough to completely overbalance Kara, landing her flat on her back with her legs splayed around Wonder Woman's own.
"Hey!" yelled Kara, "That isn't fair!"
"And you think a villain will care about being fair?" said Wonder Woman, crossing her arms in front of her chest, "Your opponent will use everything against you; from the environment to the clothes you wear."
"Whatever," grumbled Supergirl, getting on her feet and dusting off the back of her skirt and the buttocks of the tight red panties she wore underneath. She originally thought to wear bloomers, given the shortness of the skirt and how it was flared, just for a little decency while she was fighting. But then she decided that it was far too hot and uncomfortable to wear both panties and bloomers, and opted to wear only tight panties made of stretchable, breathable fabric, red to match the rest of her outfit, with full coverage of her buttocks and the tops of her legs.
'At least my skirt and top make me a little more decent than our Amazonian queen here,' thought Supergirl with a slight smirk, glancing at Wonder Woman's leotard outfit, with the upper part of Diana's breasts quite visible above the gold plate on her chest, and the leotard's bottom only just covering her modesty, fitting perhaps a little too snugly over her underparts. 'Doesn't stop her from being a powerhouse in combat, though,' Kara reminded herself. Few individuals, sans Superman himself, had gone up against the likes of Darkseid and lived to tell the tale.
The two of them walked from the training grounds back into Themyscira city, with Wonder Woman talking leisurely about how life in the city had grown quiet over the last several months. Kara sighed. Diana was actually a very nice person, just a believer in tough love and discipline and all that moral goody-goody stuff. Which was fine, just...boring.
A low rumble sounded across the sky. "Thunder?" said Supergirl, quickening her step slightly.
"What?" said Wonder Woman, confused, "It's a perfectly clear day."
The rumble grew louder, accompanied now by a flash of light. "That didn't look like lightning," commented Kara, "It was yellow. And seemed to come from - "
"Behind us!" yelled Wonder Woman, whirling around. To their shock, a pulsating, bright yellow circle of light had formed in the middle of the sparring ground they had just left. The circle elongated and grew, gaining a swirling, whirlpool-like consistency.
"A boom tube!" shouted Wonder Woman. Kara knew what it was; a portal to another place, often used for rapid, inter-world travel. "Anyone you know coming to, ah, visit?" she asked Diana, rather lamely.
"No one I know who would bode well," said Wonder Woman tersely, quickly turning around, "Amazons!" she called, her voice rolling with power and command, "Gather!"
In a flash, the warrior women streamed out of the city, their faces immediately turning grim as they saw the boom tube forming in the sparring ground. Weapons were unsheathed and drawn as they arrayed themselves in an arc facing the training area. Kara watched with a hint of pride as the disciplined young women took up defensive positions with speed and efficiency; despite their all-hard-knocks personalities, these were girls you could always count on in a battle.
A dark figure appeared in the depths of the boom tube, walking quite calmly to the front of the portal. It was only when it got close to the exit that the silhouette showed through the light from the boom tube; an unmistakable figure. Supergirl gasped, her blood running cold.
"Darkseid," Wonder Woman said grimly, as the king of Apokolips stepped out from the portal, which remained open. "You are not welcome on Paradise Island."
"And I do not intend to stay," replied Darkseid, casting a glance around the Amazon girls and women standing around the area with mild interest. "I am not here for death, unless you force my hand."
"And what could the ruler of Apokolips possibly want that Themyscira can provide?" asked Wonder Woman cautiously, her eyes narrowing.
Darkseid raised his hand, his finger pointing unmistakably at Supergirl. "Her," he said simply, "This Kryptonian will leave with me for Apokolips, at once."
Supergirl took an involuntary step back, but Wonder Woman was already in front of her, blocking her from Darkseid. "She will do no such thing," said Wonder Woman, the anger evident in her voice, "What do you want with her?"
"She came once, and stayed of her own volition," said Darkseid, "And I would have her do so again, to bring her to the heights of her capability."
"I left!" spluttered Supergirl, stepping out from behind Wonder Woman's back. "I'm not going back to Apokolips, and certainly not with you!"
"You are so far from your full potential, child," said Darkseid seriously, "And I can help you realize it."
"You plan to take her as your concubine?" said Wonder Woman, disgust creeping into her voice.
"Foolish Amazon," snapped Darkseid, "Women are not to be trusted. Darkseid has no need for their treachery except in the lies they tell in pursuit of my own gain. My plan for her is far beyond such petty ambition; I plan to make her a captain of my elite guard."
"And we will never allow that," said Wonder Woman resolutely, "Leave Themyscira now, and never return."
"You are forcing my hand," said Darkseid, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch, "She will leave with me, or this island and its inhabitants will suffer my wrath."
"I'm not going with you!" cried Supergirl, "I made my choice, and my choice is here!"
"Do not force me to kill you, child," growled Darkseid, "I am offering you a chance to discover your greatest potential. I would have you at my side, rather than against me. If you will not comply, then I will have to dispose of you."
"No, you will try," said Supergirl angrily, orange light burning in her eyes as she began to prep her heat vision. "And you will fail."
"There is her answer," said Wonder Woman, squaring her shoulders and crossing her arms, "Now leave, Darkseid, before we force you to." The Amazon women took a step forward threateningly.
Darkseid remained silent, his gaze filled with silent anger as he glared at Wonder Woman and Supergirl. "Very well," he said quietly, "You have made your choice - and thus sealed your fate, and that of your people."
Another humanoid figure appeared in the boom tube, slightly hunched over, yet striding with undoubted menace toward the exit. Wonder Woman gritted her teeth as she recognized it, and a minute later Supergirl breathed as well. The figure dropped out of the boom tube, which finally closed. It was gray-skinned, with rippling muscles, with sharp teeth framing a snarling mouth and a face full of rage, and bone spikes growing out of its knuckles, knees, arms and back. Doomsday.
"You attacked us with an army of these monsters before," shouted Wonder Woman, "And you failed. Do you think that one of him and one of you can defeat the Amazon warrior women, and the two of us?"
"Oh, but I have re-created him perfectly this time," said Darkseid levelly, "And added some...modifications...of my own. I am quite sure you will find him more than a match for an army of women; or even you two. Now, I will ask one last time; Kara Zor-El, will you comply?"
"Never!" shouted Wonder Woman and Supergirl, together, as Wonder Woman turned to the warrior women behind them, "Amazons, attack!"
As one, the women bounded forward, with the ranks in the back drawing bowstrings taut and loosing arrows at Darkseid and Doomsday. The arrows glanced off the rock-hard skin of the two villains, however, as the front ranks of Amazons closed in on them with spears and swords.
With a roar of rage, Doomsday flung himself into battle, the blades of swords and spearpoints shattering against his skin. He swiped his arm in a massive arc, the force of his blow slamming into several of the women's heads and shattering their skulls instantly, splattering their brains, blood and teeth everywhere. Four women attacked him simultaneously, their spearpoints stabbing at his neck in the hope of hitting a weak spot, only to shatter uselessly. Doomsday grabbed two of the women by the head and smashed their skulls against each other, crushing them instantly and tossing their spasming bodies aside, then punched the third woman in the gut, the force of the blow pulverizing her insides and shattering her spine, sending her body flying backward. The last woman had only time to retract her broken spear before Doomsday grabbed it, yanked it out of her hands, and shoved the splintered point of the spear shaft directly into the woman's throat, then yanked it out. Blood gushed out as the Amazon fell to her knees, scrabbling at the wound, before keeling over and lying, twitching and urinating on the ground as she died.
Darkseid was far calmer, firing rapid, intermittent blasts of his omega beams at any Amazon that dared attack him; the deadly orange rays arced everywhere, even behind him to strike those who tried to hit him from the back. Each woman hit by the beams was instantly incinerated, reduced to a charred skeleton or even a pile of blackened bone dust before she could even scream. Those that got close to him attacked, only to have their weapons break against Darkseid's skin as well, and the unfortunate attacking women were killed instantly by an omega blast a split second later.
Doomsday was charging directly into the army of women now, howling with anger. Every single swipe of his arms killed a few women, their skulls shattered or their ribcages crushed, the broken ribs shredding their lungs and hearts. The armor worn by the Amazons - little more than strips of hardened leather or rounded metal plates over their breasts and groin - was of no use whatsoever against Doomsday's massive strength. Several women leapt onto his back, trying to stab at his eyes with daggers or short swords, only to have Doomsday pull them off his back like annoying insects, and bodily ripped into pieces.
The weapons of the Amazons were completely ineffective against Darkseid and his abominable creation, but still they attacked, their bravery only causing them to be slaughtered. The women killed by Doomsday were mostly either bludgeoned to death or torn apart, and their blood and crushed internal organs mixed rapidly with their urine and feces, from their bladders and bowels emptied in death, turning the ground into a horrible mess of shattered body parts and fluids and excretions. Those killed by Darkseid were mostly vaporized by his omega beams, leaving barely any trace of their bodies. In minutes, the ground was quickly littered with the dead bodies and body parts of the Amazons, and still more women died as Doomsday continued his rampage.
"Is this how the queen of the Amazons fights?" queried Darkseid, as his omega beams split and killed three women at once, "Allowing her warriors to die in her place?"
A cry of anger, and a writhing whip of gold lashed out at Darkseid, who caught it in his hand and tugged. Following the momentum of the Lasso of Truth, Wonder Woman allowed herself to be pulled through the air, then somersaulted gracefully and landed in front of Darkseid. "Enough," she said, her voice and eyes burning, "Now you face me."
Doomsday's rampage came to an abrupt halt as a blue and red blur slammed into the ground in front of him, then a fist hit him so hard in the chest that he actually took a step back. Supergirl glared at him, her fists tightly clenched. "That's as far as you go, buster," she growled.
Darkseid smiled, "And so it goes," he said simply.
Thanks for reading the first chapter of this story!
As I said, the second will wrap it up; I'm already a little way into it, look forward to it!