Soldier Nonymous - Super Anonymous 2: Two Worlds (unfinished

Previously...

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>Deep in the jungles of South America...

>Where the plants grow thickest, the sun shines hottest and the animals are deadliest...

>A cataclysmic ritual is underway.

>In a grand valley forgotten by man but remembered by the ages, a massive temple of stone resides.

>This grand ziggurat, a magnificent work of art in of itself, is home to a dark, terrible power.

>Hundreds of willing servants, wielding spears and carrying torches, move amongst its walls and stairs, chanting, singing, praising their master.

>Bowmen circle the premises, searching with hawk like eyes for any intruders.

>Baskets of food and gold, tribute for the upcoming sacrifice, are paraded through the grand temple.

>The warriors of this culture, the strongest of the men, chant and sing as they stomp their feet and spears into the earth.

>In the center of this place, lit by the flames of the many torches and bonfires, is a great golden idol, a spire of power.

>It radiates and hums with energy provided by the worship of these men, and it is harnessed by their leader, a beast with a mind as wicked as any man's and a body far stronger and more agile.

 

>For he is Ahuizotl, the terror of the jungle, the bringer of draught and burning light, master of all he surveys.

>Under the iron grip of his animal paw, this great ritual has almost come to fruition, which will grant to him what he has waited so very long for: the power to purge all of modern civilization with magnificent flames and subjugate all of mankind to his whim.

>Through the power of this ancient tool, the Sun Spire, he will accomplish this task.

>He smiles a wide, toothy grin as he observes his obedient subjects parade food, gold and banners proclaiming his glory.

>His time was now.

 

>But outside, another lurked in the shadows, with far different plans: to stop him.

>Her grip tightens upon her trusted tool, a whip, as she looks down upon the archer patrolman.

>When he nears, she drops from the tree, landing upon his shoulders. Clenching her thighs around his head, she twists as they fall, snapping his neck.

>She is up in an instant, hiding the body beneath the thick brush. She runs to the outskirts of the temple grounds.

>Carefully, she looks around the corner. She spies the grand march of people, knowing that she can't be seen by them.

>The dagger belted at her hip, impractical for combat due to its ornamentation and ceremonial origins, is a reminder of how careful she needs to be.

>For it is the only tool that can truly kill Ahuizotl and banish him to the underworld for ten thousand years of torment.

>Or so the legend she translated says. She hopes to hell that it's true---she's spent the last two months of her life working on this case.

>Seeing her opportunity, she dashes to a nearby pillar before dropping down to the marketplace below. Once there, she takes down a hooded merchant and knocks him out cold, dragging him behind a tent. There, she strips him and dons her disguise; his clothing.

>Now, able to blend in, she moves amongst them. Having diligently studied their culture for more than a month, she knows enough of their language and hand signs and chants to get past the guards, who are far too distracted with their own revelry.

>She is in the temple now. Drums beat around her. The heat from the many fires is sweltering and she begins to sweat underneath the hood.

 

>Following the parade, she moves closer and closer to the heart of the temple, where the ritual is about to finish. Her heart beats.

>A gigantic gong is rung and it echoes off the walls, making her shiver. She looks up, her eyes going wide as Ahuizotl appears upon the altar, his doglike head set upon a grand apelike body. The elongated tail that emerges from his backside, ending in a third hand, holds a knife. Golden finery is draped around his body, including bracelets, necklaces and jeweled bands.

>It is deathly sharp and adorned with jewels and gold. The third hand passes it to one of his main two, and he holds it aloft a woman on the altar below.

>She is not bound. It is considered an honor.

>The great beast Ahuizotl roars, bringing all in the room to silence. The drums cease. The chanting echoes away. Now, the only sound is the crackling fire.

>He speaks, his voice rough and terrifying.

>"Now... now, the time has come!" he triumphantly shouts. The crowd cheers before a wave of his hand silences them once more. "With our sacrifice, the grand power of the Sun Spire will be within my grasp! Then, waves of fire shall wash across the shores of every city; every outsider shall be burned by my fury!"

>Again, the crowd roars. She reaches for her whip beneath the robes.

>"Bathed by the blood of a mortal, the fire shall awaken! It will rise and together, we shall make history grand! Unified beneath my rule! Glory to Ahuizotl! Glory to my empire! Glory to the burning flames!"

>He holds up the knife over her chest, preparing to strike.

>He is stopped by a whip wrapping around his fist, pulling the knife aside. Suddenly, two boots are planted onto the sides of his head, knocking him from the altar. The robe is discarded, cast into a nearby fire pit.

>Daring Do stands atop the altar now, to the shock and awe of all assembled. She takes a moment to place her pith helmet atop her head.

 

>Ahuizotl looks up at her with his devilish eyes. "Cease her!" he commands.

>She reaches for the gun strapped to her thigh. With it in hand, she quickly guns down three spearmen who charge her. Leaping from the altar and knocking over a golden brazier of burning wood, she leaps for the knife that Ahuizotl needs to complete the ritual.

>The beast reaches for it, but Daring Do's legendary agility is underestimated by the sinister creature. She grabs hold of it, leaping over his hand, before spinning and throwing it into the fires of a deep chasm.

>Another spearman charges at her, and with a deft maneuver, she kicks him into the flames. Two archers fire at her but she is gone, running across the temple. She reaches a long tapestry and begins to scale it, even as the various worshippers take up chase of her.

>She reaches the top, swinging herself onto a nearby balcony. A guard is there, who tries to overpower her. She ducks low, grabbing hold of his waist and uses his momentum to throw him over the railing.

>She takes out the dagger, the tool that can deal the killing blow to Ahuizotl, and slices the tapestry with it. The guards climbing it fall to the ground in a large heap.

>"Sorry, Ahuizotl!" she taunts. "You'll have no ritual today!"

>Then, she feels a tapping on her shoulder. She turns, ready to attack, only to see her partner, Caballeron, standing there.

>But shouldn't he be waiting for her at the boat?

>Then, she feels it. A dart in her side from his tranquilizer gun. His smile is the last thing she sees before she blanks, falling from the balcony. She faintly feels the sensation of being caught... by Ahuizotl.

 

>Daring Do's eyes slowly open as her consciousness bleeds back into her. She is strapped to the altar. The heat from the fires and the noise from the chanting is much grander now, and the first thing she sees are the horrible eyes of Ahuizotl staring down at her.

>"My dear Daring Do..." the beast says, trailing a massive hand along her face. "You've given me so much trouble. You bested me at every turn. But now... you've let your own trusting nature get the better of you."

>Behind him, Caballeron smiles as he looks down upon her.

>"How... how could you!?" she shouts at him. "Don't you know what he intends to do!?"

>"He intends to pay me, extremely handsomely, for delivering you right to him," he says in his thick accent. "You are the guest of honor at this occasion, Daring Do."

>She shuts her eyes, a tear rolling down a cheek as her fists clench and she struggles against the bonds. "It doesn't matter! I cast the sacrificial knife into the flames! The ritual is stopped; what you do to me now doesn't matter!"

Ahuizotl and Caballeron share a knowing, pleased look. The doctor speaks, "That would be true... if I had told you the truth of the matter."

>Her eyes widen.

>Ahuizotl rears up and holds aloft the dagger she carried. "You see, Daring Do, this dagger is tied to the Sun Spire. It is true that it is the only tool that can destroy me... but it is also the only tool that can unlock the power of the Sun Spire through sacrifice! I must thank you for retrieving it for me... and for showing up to your sacrifice in such a prompt fashion."

>Now, it is all clear to her. She played right into their hands and now the world was to end because of her.

>"No... No!" she shouts, trying to pull free. It is pointless. The bonds are too strong.

>Despair and panic sets in as she realizes what is about to happen to her.

>The chanting grows louder.

>The flames grow hotter.

>Ahuizotl holds up the dagger, and then...

 

>A strange sound echoes through the temple, greater than the chanting.

>A cloud of purple and blue smoke emerges from the ground, and from within it emerges a blast of red energy.

>Like a red lightning bolt, it strikes Ahuizotl in the chest, burning him and knocking him from the altar.

>Caballeron holds up a gun, but it too is blasted from his hands with expert precision. The gun falls to the floor, half-melted.

>The smoke clears and there stands a robed figure, his identity masked by his hood.

>Several guards spring up to attack him, but each is put down by a blast from his eyes, the searing-hot lasers scalding the skin wherever they touch.

>The figure looks at the chains holding Daring Do and with but a glance, they are destroyed.

>Feeling her sudden freedom, she rolls from the altar, dashing for her whip. She leaps over the head of a surprised guard, landing atop a table where her whip lays waiting.

>Ahuizotl scrambles back up to his feet, looking at the robed figure with furious eyes. "Who are you!?" he shouts.

>The figure says nothing, electing instead to merely hold up his hand.

>Before the astounded eyes of the temple, Ahuizotl, Daring Do and Caballeron, within his palm appears...

 

>...a red, one-hundred sided die, glinting like a polished ruby in the flames.

>He drops it to the ground, letting it roll.

>It lands upon 14.

>Telekinesis.

>Now, he levitates from the ground, his robe flowing around him. The die vanishes in a flash of red light.

>Archers fire at him, but their arrows are stopped in the air before they can reach him, hovering and still. The same goes for any spears hurled his way.

>They stop when they see the visage of this robed man who cannot be harmed by their primitive weapons. With but a command of his mind, their weapons turn towards Ahuizotl and fly at him.

>The beast howls as some of the arrows and spears pierce his thick hide, falling to the floor. The spears and arrows embedded in his side snap as he rolls, spilling his own blood on the floor.

>One his feet in a moment, he reaches for a burning brazier and hurls it at the robed man.

>Again, it stops. He casts it aside and pulls bricks from the walls and floors around him. The people scream and run as he tears sections of the floor out from under them with his mind and begins flinging them high-speed at Ahuizotl, who takes each hit with a howl and a sneer.

>Caballeron quickly makes a run for it, intending to leave through a secret back entrance.

>His way is blocked by a woman wearing a flashy show outfit, a purple cape and a wizard's hat. A white mask hides her face. She holds a wand in one gloved hand.

>"Going somewhere?" she asks.

>Daring Do appears behind him, tripping him with her whip. She looks at the strange magician.

>"We're your friends in this," the woman tells her, conjuring up a rope with her wand to tie Caballeron up. "Stop Ahuizotl!"

>Daring Do nods and returns to the main chamber, where Ahuizotl and the robed man are battling.

>The beast scales a nearby wall, gripping thick vines with his apelike hands and feet, before leaping at the robed figure.

>He brings his hands up over his head and balls them into fists, intending to smash the smaller man.

 

>The man roars with fury, throwing his arms out in a telekinetic surge of pure force. It knocks Ahuizotl back and destroys the roof of the temple, creating a whirlwind of stones and vines that reaches into the skies above.

>Daring Do shields herself as she feels the pulse of the blast wash over her, but she is unharmed. She looks at the robed man, amazed at the power he displays.

>Ahuizotl, cast upon the sacrificial altar and cracking it in half, looks up at the man. "How... HOW!? No mortal man possesses this power! It is impossible!"

>Daring Do sneaks closer, reaching the shining ceremonial dagger, cast from Ahuizotl's grip by the blast.

>Ahuizotl continues to shout. "Who are you?! I must know! Mortal? Demigod? Demon? How do you wield your power!?"

>Daring Do leaps up onto the altar, straddling the surprised beast's chest. "You've got bigger problems!" she screams, plunging the dagger into his chest. "Like ten thousand years of torment!"

>He screams in pain, knocking her aside. He scrambles for the dagger, trying desperately to pull it out. Flames surge from the wound, encasing his body in burning pain. His howls become less human and more animalistic as Ahuizotl gives in to his primal instinct in the face of his death.

>He rolls around, trying to free himself from the biting flames, but they will not cease. Eventually, he is still, and the flames completely consume his body, turning him to nothing more than ash in the wind.

>Light from the afternoon sun streams in now, and the whirlwind of stone and temple blocks ceases, the debris either cast for miles out into the jungle or set down.

>The robed man levitates to the ground. His flash associate walks up, holding Caballeron in some kind of purple aura with her wand. A stretch of duct tape is around his mouth.

>"I think this belongs to you," she says, setting him at Daring Do's feet.

 

>Daring Do nods, looking around at the destroyed temple. "The survivors of Ahuizotl's empire will flee this valley," she tells them. "The world is safe. But who are you? And how can I ever thank you for saving my life?"

>The woman straightens and takes off her hat, giving a wide, sweeping bow. "I am the Great and Powerful Blue Mage!"

>"I've heard about you in the news," Daring says, surprised at their being here. "And you..." she says, looking at the man, "aren't you..."

"The Dungeon Master."

>"That's right! Two months ago, I saw you two on TV busting some kind of bank robbery! But how did you know about all of this and how are you here in South America? I've been trying to stop Ahuizotl for two months!"

>"Well, that's where my associate comes into play," the Blue Mage explains. "His die grants him all sorts of powers. One of its faces grants him future-sight into a twenty-four hour window. He rolled it earlier today, and saw our home engulfed in fire! We quickly learned where it came from and came here to stop it before it happened! My magical wand allows us to teleport great distances."

 

>"That's amazing..." she says. "Well... I can't think of a reward more fitting than saving the world, but there's plenty of gold around here for the taking..."

>Blue Mage seems to hop at the idea, but is held back by the Dungeon Master.

"We're fine, thanks," he says. "In fact... Since there are no cameras around, I suggest we keep our involvement in this strictly secret."

>"Fine by me," Daring Do says, taking off her hat. "I'm... A.K. Yearling. It's nice to meet you and it's damn nice to still be alive."

>Blue Mage and Dungeon Master both shake her hand.

"We should get going," the Dungeon Master suggests. He looks at Daring Do and asks, "Need a ride?"

>"I have a boat nearby. I'll be alright."

>"Just a little bit of gold?" his blue-haired companion begs. He shakes his head and she sighs. With a twirl of her wand, they're gone, vanished into blue and purple smoke.

>Daring Do shakes her head, still amazed at what just happened. She looks up at the afternoon sun.

>Things were looking a little brighter.

 

>You are Anonymous, Anon to some, but known worldwide as the Dungeon Master, the mysterious die-rolling superhero.'

>Possessed of an extremely powerful alien artifact taking the form of a die, you fight crime with your partner, Trixie, known as the Blue Mage.

>You hold up a newspaper, reading its headline. It was published this morning. Esteemed archeologist and novelist A.K. Yearling has made worldwide headlines for her discovery of an ancient civilization and its hordes of gold. She'll be living comfortably off of the royalties of the discovery for her entire life.

>You scan down the page, where she talks about how it has always been her dream to find something like this, and her desire to retire and take her writing career a bit more seriously.

>She makes mention of two very special friends, and promises to dedicate her next book to them.

>You smile, setting the paper down and taking a drink of coffee. Though the world may not know your true identity, it satisfies you enough to know that you've made it safer and helped someone achieve their dream.

>You feel a pair of delicate hands on your shoulders. Celestia, your former high school principal, is behind you, nude and coaxing you to come back to her bedroom.

>Well, you've never been one to disappoint her. Taking her hand, you lead her to the room, watching as she lies down upon the large bed, her smooth skin splayed out across the sheets, her tanned skin contrasting with its pure white.

>Her lips part and she whispers her lusty desire into your ear. It's always the same, but it never gets old. You capture her lips in a tender kiss, kicking off your clothes as you do so. Once this is done, you make your way into the bed, feeling the warmth of her skin as you begin to explore each other's bodies.

>Your legs intertwine as she reaches down to grasp your hardness, both of you moaning into the kiss.

 

>It's been like this ever since you graduated high school; nearly three days out of the week is spent at her nice home, making passionate love.

>You remember earlier in the year when you rolled the die and first gained the power of persuasion, how you used it to charm Celestia into lewd, amazing sex in her school office.

>She hasn't been able to get enough of you since. Now, here you are, in her bedroom once more, gently squeezing and playing with her bountiful cleavage.

>As her grip tightens and she jacks you off a little harder and faster, preparing you for what is coming next, you can't help but find this a fitting reward for saving the world yesterday.

>But thoughts on Ahuizotl and South America are far away as Celestia pushes you onto your back, lining up her moist nether lips with your rock-hard cock.

>She moans as she lowers herself onto you, quickly taking you entirely within her. The feeling, the warmth---you've felt it countless times but it still never ceases to make you shiver with pleasure.

>Nor her, if the ecstatic look upon her face is any indication. Leaning forward, her chest heaving with each breath, she places her hands upon your chest and begins to rock up and down.

>The moist interior of her pussy is like hot velvet as it hugs your dick, sliding up and down, coating it in the fluids of her passion.

>You sit back, closing your eyes. Your hands find their way to her wide hips, gripping them. You buck upwards a bit, matching her pace, slamming into her when she comes downwards.

>She screams in pleasure, moving faster and faster. Her breasts bounce with her motion and she grinds her hips into yours, riding you for all your worth.

>She bites her lip as her fingers claw at your chest, desperate for something to grab onto. Her toes curl and she lets out a soft series of sighs alongside her loud moans.

>Under pressure like this, it's hard not to give in and go off early. But with Celestia, you've built up a longer stamina.

 

>It's like you've been going through training sessions with her. Given that you explode at least three times every time you come over to her house, it certainly feels like a workout when it's all done.

>For what seems like hours, but isn't truly, she rides you. When it finally does come to an end, it's a screaming, climactic moment. She throws her head back, issuing her longest, loudest moan as she climaxes around you.

>She continues to move, her quivering walls contracting and milking your cock, begging for its contents. You release within her, as you always have, spilling your seed deep inside of her.

>Slowly, she calms down, leaning over you. Sweaty, panting and with half-lidded eyes, she nears your face and purses her lips for a kiss.

>You kiss her softly, tenderly, as she slides off of you. She rolls to your side, holding you close. She's still at least a foot taller than you, eclipsing you when standing or lying next to you, but you don't mind.

>Your hands find their way around her body, holding her close as your tongues dance together in a loving, playful war. Beneath her sheets your legs intertwine once more and you share in each other's warmth.

>Goddamn, you love these after-sex cuddling sessions. You can use her chest like a pillow and the sensation of her nude form against your own is simply heavenly.

>Celestia breaks the kiss, looking deeply into your eyes.

>"Thank you..." she says, before her eyes slowly close and she drifts off to sleep.

>You smile, holding her close to you. You find that sleep is rather easy after a lovemaking session like that.

 

>You awaken in the late afternoon, finding the bed empty of her presence. Then, you smell it: she's making lunch.

>You throw your clothes on and head downstairs, finding her in a pair of snug sweat pants and a loose-fitting white t-shirt.

>It's damn sexy, if you do say so yourself. Which you do.

>Celestia turns and smiles as you sit at the table. She's cooking a large steak exactly how you like it.

>As she brings the finished meal over, the two of you make idle conversation. She's only wearing a pair of small white socks on her feet and she playfully brushes them against your leg as you eat, your eyes making contact.

>Just then, you hear the front door to her home open up and close. Before you two can properly react, her sister Luna walks in.

>And sees you both.

>"...Anonymous," Luna deadpans. She looks at her sister with a rather blank face. "I suppose our lunch plans are cancelled?"

>Celestia's eyes widen. "Oh... I had... forgotten..."

>Luna's eyes look to you, narrowed in disappointment. "Yes. I can see that. Well, I suppose we'll reschedule."

>She turns and storms out. You quickly take off after her, catching her outside at her car.

"Vice Principal, wait!"

>She stops at the door to her vehicle, looking back at you angrily. "I am NOT your vice principal any longer, Anon," she reminds you. "And while I don't consider us nearly on the level for it, you may call me Luna in lieu of such a formal title."

"Look, I'm sorry; I didn't know you had a lunch planned with your sister and I---"

>"Silence!" she says, shutting you right up. She can be damn authoritative when she wants to be. "Anon, I don't like you."

"So I remember when you told me last time."

 

>"In case you've been too busy burying your head between my sister's breasts to notice, your antics have reached the worldwide stage, young man. If you desire to hop around the world, stopping petty crimes and gaining fame, I wish you would leave my sister out of it. You've yet to consider the consequences of your actions should your identity ever be discovered. The last thing I want is for my sister to be involved in a media mess like that."

"Look, Vice Pr---Luna, I know. But you and I... our artifacts, we can do so much with them! There's so much good that we can do with them!"

>"You preach this and yet here you are, reaping the benefits of your powers with my sister," she says, disgusted.

You hold your hands out. "Well, I... Nobody's perfect," you reply.

>"Indeed." She gets into her car and pulls away, not even sparing you one last look before driving off.

>You shake your head. Luna may be possessed of one of the same alien artifacts as you, but that doesn't mean she's your ally.

>You sigh a bit. Perhaps she's right and you've been spending too much time in Celestia's home.

>You return inside and bid her goodbye, that you'll be back later in the week perhaps. Though saddened to see you go, she understands the awkwardness her sister brought into the situation.

>She still knows nothing about either of you possessing advanced alien artifacts. You've been wondering about telling Celestia the truth, but have never decided to. Things are just easier this way, not counting Luna, of course.

 

>You decide to head back home and clear your head a little.

>Maybe the girls are up to something interesting?

>Speak of the devil. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You take it out, seeing a text from Twilight.

>"Rainbow and I wanna talk to you---at your place atm, can you come home?"

>Hmm. You wonder what that could be about. You shoot a quickly reply saying that you're on your way and slide your phone back into your pocket and continue on your way, stepping a little bit faster. You wish your car was here, but you teleported into Celestia's home last night and the power's worn off.

>Perhaps a roll of the die will speed things up a bit; you never can tell with it. But that's half the fun. You summon it, giving it a good roll on the concrete.