The Sad Saga of Stella:
The Swinging Stellar Sister of the Seventies!
By Marcus Lycus
Welcome to my new series, “The Sad Saga of Stella: The Swinging Stellar Sister of the Seventies!” or S7 for short!
In this issue we have proud debut of the all-new all-different 1970 versions of our heroines!
Legal Horrors – Stella, the Minx and other characters are copyright and trademark Marcus Lycus. All rights reserved.
If you want to use any characters in another story you need my permission. It also means that you can’t repost this story without my permission.
And since this story is meant for people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than that.
Any resemblance between characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental of course.
And finally, please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
October 2007
Issue 2 – Stella and the Minx; the sensational comic finds of 1970!
1970.
Not a good year.
Crime rates continued to rise across the U.S. The futile war in Vietnam dragged on and the bitter stench of defeat was obvious to all. The Beatles broke up. Ford introduced the Pinto. The post office went on strike. Disco appeared.
And Megapolis entered its first year without Stellar Man and Night Fox…
***
“Ha-ha-ha! With Stellar Man gone Megapolis is helpless before the power of Claudius Crowe and the Metal Mole!”
The massive machine tore through the street tunneling up from below the city. It was headed directly for the Allen Richards Institute, a high-tech haven filled with incredible technology. With the devices inside the mad scientist Claudius Crowe could easily make himself the most powerful man on Earth. The police couldn’t stop him, the army couldn’t stop him, third-rate heroes like Eagle Man and Hell’s Angel couldn’t stop him. No one could.
Or so it seemed.
“Pull over Crowe, I want to see your license and registration!” Stella giggled at her quip and posed in mid air. She parroted her cousin’s favorite pose standing with her hands on her hips, her legs spread apart and her chest puffed out. Unfortunately what looked tough and manly for her cousin just served to call attention to her butt and breasts. Her Stellar Senses picked up wolf whistles and cat-calls from the streets. She blushed.
Distracted she was completely unprepared for the laser blast that knocked her through three buildings.
“Pathetic. Stellar Girl you are no substitute for your cousin at all.”
“Don’t speak too soon!” Stella yelled as she flew out of the wreckage. “And hey big brain, my name is Stella now got it? Stella!” She dodged the next three laser blasts but could not get close to the machine.
“Stella…” Said Claudius contemptuously, “Your cousin had Stellar intelligence and a super computer but the best name you could come up was from ‘Streetcar Named Desire’? Pathetic.” More lasers punctuated this insult. Stella dodged them again.
“Hey! That was a good movie!”
“But an absurd name for a heroine.” More lasers, the Mole advanced a bit more. But up in the shadows a hidden figure watched and waited for her chance. “Stella, go over the Mole and behind it for a second.” She whispered.
High in the sky Stella nodded and flew past the Mole. The powerful laser cannon rotated to track her, now its back was exposed to Stella’s ally. She smiled and threw a sparkling projectile at the exposed power cable. The laser fired once more and fell silent.
“He’s disarmed. Get him Stella.”
The blonde smiled and turned in mid-air.
“I’ve got you now Crowe!” Stella flew back in front of the Mole and posed dramatically with her hands on her hips and her cape billowing out behind her. The Metal Mole seemed to slow down and stop. Stella took a step forward to start tearing it apart. The Mole’s eyes flashed for a second and a sickly green light shined from them.
“Arg!” Stella yelled and collapsed to her knees. The Mole ground closer and Claudius’ voice boomed from it again. “Green stellar radiation my dear. It was always your cousin’s weakness and I see you are just as vulnerable. Just as Earth’s yellow sun powers you with yellow stellar radiation the wavelengths of green radiation poison you. But of course you already knew that.”
Stella’s body was already covered by a sheen of sweat. The sickly green light was like a thousand needles ramming through her tender skin. She tried to look up, to use her stellar vision to destroy the projectors but it hurt too much to stare into the light. She convulsed and wrapped herself into a fetal position. “…please… stop…” she whimpered.
***
Above her, her partner watched in fear. Night Fox Girl had a new costume and a new name, the Minx. She and Stella had kept a low profile for months, training and preparing for their new roles as the world’s finest heroines but already things were falling apart. “…help me… please… help me…” she heard.
The Minx could hear the pain in her partner’s voice. It seemed impossible that such a powerful woman could be brought down so easily. Would Crowe actually kill Stella? The Minx had to assume he was willing to. She had to do something, and do it fast.
She took out her wire gun and fired a diamond-tipped needle into the hull of the Metal Mole. She used it to swing down to a small hatch she’d noticed earlier. Crowe didn’t seem to notice, he was still taunting Stella with his science lesson. A diamond-tipped cutting tool opened the hatch and the Minx silently dropped inside.
She was in a narrow corridor. One end led to the bowels of the robotic monster, the other end to the control room. The Minx could see Crowe inside, his back was to her as he gazed licentiously at the helpless Stella.
“Perhaps I will let you live Stella, as my concubine when I am ruler of the Earth! How will it feel to have the girl of the stars lying at my feet? Hmm? What do you say to that Stellar Girl?”
“Y’know something Crowe, you’re not only a mad scientist and a criminal, you’re also a male chauvinist pig!” The Minx answered.
“What the blazes?” Crowe turned from his controls just in time to see a sparkling projectile fly past him and smash a consol.
“You might remember me as Night Fox Girl but these days they call me… The Minx!” The Minx posed dramatically with her legs apart and her hands on her hips. Crowe just laughed.
“Well Foxy you’ve certainly filled out, you always were a bit on the flat side. I think I’ll let you join my harem as well.” He flipped a switch and steel bars fell from the ceiling, in front and behind the Minx. “Now I have you both!” Crowe cackled.
“Really now?” Look again. Crowe turned and saw the Minx’s shot had knocked out his radiation projector. Stella was already getting back on her feet.
“Lucifer’s beard!” Crowe cursed. “Well at least I’ll kill one of you pests today. He pulled another lever and the Metal Mole shuddered. A count down began. “The reactor is set to overload, in 60 seconds you and half this city will be a radioactive crater. Ciao!” He pushed a button and the control room door closed. The Mole shook again as his rocket-powered escape pod flew into the air.
“Crap…” the Minx muttered and started cutting through the bars with her diamond-tipped saw.
***
Ten minutes later the two heroines posed atop the crippled machine looking heroic. The media swarmed towards them shouting questions and taking pictures.
The Minx had no trouble getting out of Crowe’s trap and had already found the reactor by the time Stella recovered and smashed her way in. It was easy for Stella to fly the reactor into space where it exploded harmlessly. Crowe got away but all-in-all it was a successful day for the two heroines. The crowd certainly seemed to agree.
Stella wore her new costume. The old minidress was replaced with a loose blue top, cut low, with the ‘S’ symbol moved to the left over her heart. In keeping with the times she didn’t wear a bra. The skirt was replaced with a pair of tight hotpants cut high on her legs exposing her butt cheeks. The militaristic boots were gone too, replaced with feminine red ballet slippers tied halfway up her calves. Her cape was shorter too, coming down to her butt and attached to a red chocker around her neck. The Minx couldn’t help but notice the changes that had come over her friend since that fateful day when they became a team. The Minx was about 5’6” and on that day her friend had been a few inches shorter. But less than a year later Stella was 5’10” and towered above her dark-haired partner. It could be a late growth spurt but the Minx believed it was an example of Stella’s subconscious control of herself. The blonde’s hair had grown quickly as well. It had been shoulder length and curly before but now tumbled long and straight halfway down her back. It was like she was a different person.
The changes in the Minx were almost as dramatic. The drab tan and brown costume was gone. She’d burned it in the Fox Den’s incinerator. Now she wore a knee-length mink coat cut high in the front almost to her crotch. It was cut low as well exposing ample cleavage. The male population of Megapolis wanted to know what she wore (or didn’t wear) under it but she wasn’t telling. High-heeled black boots covered her feet and an expensive looking diamond necklace was wrapped around her neck. A black domino mask completed the outfit. Where Night Fox Girl had been drab and derivative the Minx was exotic, expensive and beautiful.
Stella put her hands on her hips, spread her legs and smiled. The Minx comfortably seated herself on a bit of wreckage and showed some leg. The photographers ate it up. Then the questions came.
“Night Fox Girl! Will Night Fox and Ferret be returning soon?”
“Stellar Girl! When will Stellar Man return?”
“How much longer will we have to rely on you two?”
“Is Astroman or Apollo tutoring you?”
“Did any male heroes help with this case?”
The questions kept coming, one after the other, all different but all the same theme. Where are our real heroes? Stella started to look uncomfortable, the Minx looked mad and got to her feet.
“Gentlemen!” There were no ladies among the reporters. “Gentlemen, my partner Stella and I are proud to have defeated the menace without assistance from any one, from any man. You have my promise Megapolis will be as safe with us as it was with our predecessors. That is all.”
“Excuse me, Stellar Girl-“
“Um, that Stella. Stella. Not Stellar Girl. I’m not a girl anymore. Would you call Stellar Man a boy?”
“Sorry, Stella, I’m Timmy O’Leary with the Daily Globe.”
Stella and the Minx both groaned. Back in the 50’s and 60’s Timmy O’Leary was called Stellar Man’s pal and was always going on crazy adventures with the hero. Since Stellar Man’s disappearance he had been trying to prove foul play. They both feared sooner or later he would find something. But dodging him would just make people more suspicious.
“Yes Mr. O’Leary, what is your question?”
“When Stellar Man and Miss Path left Earth did they leave any way for you to get in touch with them?”
“No Mr. O’Leary I’m afraid not, next ques-“
“As a follow up, didn’t they leave in Stellar Man’s Stellar-Ship? Because if they did then you should be able to reach him on the hyperwave just like did back in 1963 when he was tracking the Space Pirates of Skull Nebula.”
The Minx cursed silently, she should never have gone along with Stella’s plan.
***
Three months earlier…
“We can’t just tell people he left! There will be too many questions! And what will we tell them about poor Miss Path?”
“Lynn, I understand what you’re saying but what can we do? They’re both gone.”
“Yes, yes and no. There are still the android doubles Stellar Man made.”
“But can they really fool people?”
“They fooled his best friends for years.”
Shortly afterwards…
“People of Megapolis! Since the 1950’s I have protected you but now we are on the threshold of a new decade, the 1970’s a time of self-discovery. Therefore I have decided to leave Earth and explore the universe. My close, personal, friend Polly Path has agreed to travel with me and record our discoveries.”
“I can’t wait to go Stellar Man!”
“In the meantime my cousin Stellar Girl and her good friend Night Fox Girl will defend Earth from any threats that may arise. Do no fear people of Earth, you will see that these two women are just as competent as any men!”
The crowd seemed a bit uncertain about that.
And with that he took Polly Path in his arms and flew up to the waiting Stellar-Ship, his custom starship. The ship rose into the sky and disappeared. The Minx had programmed it to leave the solar system before doubling back just in case anyone tried to track it with a telescope. It seemed like a good idea at the time…
***
“Perhaps sunspots or subspace interference is blocking his transmissions. Suffice to say we have not heard from him nor do we expect to.”
“What about Miss Path? Doesn’t it seem odd she would leave without so much as a goodbye to her coworkers and friends?”
“I, um, that is…” The most powerful woman in the world looked helplessly at the reporters.
The Minx frowned, this had gone on long enough, luckily she knew how to put the little pipsqueak in his place. “What’s the matter Timmy, jealous? Resentful that Stellar Man got the girl after all? Everyone knows about your silly crush on Miss Path.”
The reporters giggled, Timmy blushed.
“Asking insulting questions about what a great hero is doing with the woman he loves is not going to change things. You were there, we all were. She left with him and that’s all there is to it.”
“But…”
“Next question!”
“Stella, what is your plan for patrolling the solar system? Minx will you be tracking down the Zodiac Gang? Are either of your dating?” The Minx smiled. Finally, some questions about them. Maybe people would start to show some respect!
“Excuse me, Miss Minx-“
“That’s the Minx, or if you must, Ms. Minx, this is 1970 goddamnit!”
“Sorry, Ms. Minx, Ms. Stella, you’re under arrest.”
***
Hours later…
Commissioner Brown scowled and hung up the phone. The Minx smiled at him.
“Happy now?”
“You and your friend can go, President Nixon vouched for you.”
“Well of course, I mean if you can’t trust the President who can you trust?”
“Just keep your pretty little noses clean.”
“When my fa- I mean when Commissioner Joe Barbarossa was in charge he never treated heroes like this!”
“When Barbarossa was in charge we had real HEROES like Night Fox and Stellar Man. Not some bimbo heroines playing dress-up!”
“Why you-“
“Um, Minx maybe we should go now.” Stella restrained her friend and almost dragged her out of the commissioner’s office. “Stars and comets Minx, you said we have to stay on the police’s good side!”
“Yeah, sorry Stella. It just drives me crazy, I mean if my dad hadn’t retired when Night Fox did… well I guess we just have to find a way to work with him. Aw forget it, let’s go home.” Still muttering the Minx headed for her Minx-Cycle hidden in the nearby alleyway.
Stella was about to take off when…
“Excuse me, Stella?”
“Yes, what do you… oh.” The Girl of the Stars turned and saw one of the most handsome men she’d ever laid eyes on. He had permed blond hair, a thick mustache and wore an unbuttoned shirt with gold chains and checkered bell-bottomed pants.
He was gorgeous.
“Um… hi!” She nervously put her hands behind her back, not realizing how that made her breasts stick out and quiver a bit. She lowered her eyes too and never noticed how the man’s gaze never left her breasts.
“Hi yourself beautiful. Name’s Stanley, Gregg Stanley, De-tec-tive Gregg Stanley” he added emphasizing the title. “I might have some information on that case today, but I’d like to talk to you about them in private. Say my place, about 10? We could have a nightcap hmm?” He offered a card with his address.
“Um… Uh… my partner is more of the detective really…”
“Yes, but I’d really, really, like to know you better. See you tonight.” He slapped the ass of the most powerful girl on Earth and walked off towards his Torino.
Stella blushed and stood around for a few minutes before flying off.
***
“Hey you’re late! This has to be the first time I beat you home.”
“Yeah, I sort of met a guy…”
“Oh, the commissioner didn’t try and give you a hard time after I left did he?”
“No, no, this guy was nice…”
“Uh-huh. Nice. So what did he want?”
“To, uh, see me, tonight. At his place. He’s a detective.”
“Uh-uh! No way.”
“But he’s really…” She blushed and looked down “nice.”
“By nice I suppose you mean he’s gorgeous and makes your heart do funny things.”
“Um…” Stella bit her lip. “Gloria I’m not a kid you know…”
The Minx walked behind her friend and put her arms on her shoulders. She turned Stella towards the mirror. “Stella, Lynn, we both know why you can’t go see this guy. I mean that’s how we got into this mess in the first place right.”
“I wasn’t going to… y’know.”
“I know, I know but just to be safe you’d better skip it. These days guys have different expectations you know.”
“No… not really…”
“Huh, I mean I know you never did anything but you must have at least gone on dates and stuff, right?”
“Um, no. No. Cousin Ken always said the same thing you did. One time I kissed this boy at the orphanage and he got real mad. He made me go live on an asteroid for a week.”
“Wow. Seriously? That’s, that’s pretty harsh.”
“Well he had to, he told me my whole life that I could never have a husband, or a lover or even a boyfriend… he said he never could either, and he lied!” She started to sob. The Minx held her and let her cry onto her fur-covered shoulder. When Stella finally finished she said “I think I’d better talk to that detective friend of yours.”
***
Gregg Stanley rubbed his hands together again and breathed on them. Even with a sweater on, he was freezing in his fifth floor walk-up apartment. The boiler had been on the fritz for weeks and obviously it had finally given out. He looked again the photos he’d taken of today’s battle. Few of them involved the Metal Mole or Claudius Crowe. Many of them involved Stella, Stella’s hot pants and her bouncing breasts. He was sure he could see a nipple in one of them. He would have to blow up the negative when he got back to the station.
The checked the candles and the fondue pot in the dining room. Everything looked perfect, it was a shame about the heat but Stella was invulnerable right? She probably wouldn’t even notice.
If she even came.
There was a tapping at his window. He smiled and turned, had she really come? It didn’t seem possible! But then again with those hot pants and her free breasts Stella could be swinger. He sprayed his breath and headed for the window.
The window was already opening and a long bare leg was sliding in, followed by its mate and finally by a gorgeous heroine. But not the heroine he expected.
“Better close your mouth detective, your tongue might freeze.”
Gregg’s eyes roamed up and down the Minx’s body taking in the shapely legs, the hourglass waist and the deep cleavage just peeking up from her trademark coat. He caught sight of a diamond hanging from her neck, preached just above those breasts. If he died, Gregg wanted to come back as that diamond. He tried to think of something to say.
“Uh…”
“So witty, no wonder my partner is smitten.”
“Um…uh… the Minx?”
“And observant too. I’m sure Megapolis is safe with you on the force.”
Gregg blinked a few more times and then sneezed. The Minx laughed, then he laughed too.
“Sorry, sorry, just surprised, I wasn’t expecting a heroine to drop in through my window tonight.”
“You weren’t expecting a heroine? Or just not this heroine?”
“Oh… she told you huh?”
“Yup.”
“Hey, I wasn’t going to do anything y’know, just y’know…”
“Oh I know. And that’s why I’m here. Stay away from Stella detective. Just stay away from her.”
Gregg started to get annoyed. Had this heroine come all the way here just for that? “Why can’t Stella tell me this herself? What are you her mom or something? ”
The Minx chuckled and moved closer to Gregg. “Do I look like someone’s mom?” She purred. She bent low offering a magnificent view down her coat. Like every man in Megapolis Gregg wondered what she wore under it. With a start he realized he might just find out tonight. If he played his cards right.
“Well, um, since Stella can’t make it, and um, it would be a shame to let this fondue go to waste…”
“Why Detective Stanley, are you asking me to dinner?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess I am.”
“Well then I accept.”
***
They made small-talk over fondue, police force gossip mostly. The Minx really knew the force well. She seemed to know about every detective and sergant in Megapolis, their families, and even their mistresses. She knew more about the force than the commissioner! The hot fondue kept them both warm in the cold apartment. They finished off a bottle of wine, and then another. When Gregg reached over and undid the top button of her mink the Minx didn’t object. After two buttons he finally learned what she wore under it.
Not much.
And then even those lacey undergarments were gone and Detective Stanley began fucking one of Megapolis’ greatest heroines.
A mile above them, Megapolis’ other great heroine watched and cried.
“He wanted me…” Stella whined to herself. “But we can’t… no one can… ever…” Tears welled up.
Without thinking about it her stellar senses reached out and found every couple in Megapolis. The groans and moans and the cries filled her ears, she shut her eyes and covered her ears but she just couldn’t escape. She flew upwards, faster and faster, out of the atmosphere into the silence of space. Her tears froze as they fell, glittering on her cheeks like diamonds. Like the Minx’s diamonds.
She landed on the moon and looked down at Earth. The Minx and Gregg were starting again…
Stella’s hand moved to her red hotpants, and slipped inside them. Her other hand reached up into her blue blouse and touched a bare breast. She was 19 years old and had never done more than kiss a boy. She rubbed harder, imaging it was her on Gregg’s floor crying out and moaning. She moved to a cold moon rock and rubbed her burning pussy against it seeking some relief. She humped it gasping and crying out silently on the airless moon. Between her legs the hard stone was crushed into powder. Finally she collapsed against the cold rock, unfulfilled but exhausted. Tears hardened into ice crystals on her cheeks. A thin stream of vaginal fluids froze on her inner thigh.
This wasn’t the first time for her. She’d done this before. She’d always been careful only to do it when Stellar Man was out of the solar system, but now she didn’t care. She was on the damn moon, who would see her? It wasn’t much but for the loneliest girl on Earth at least it was something.
“Excuse me miss, am I interrupting something?”
Stella froze. Who? What? How? She turned, there was a man behind her. Dressed in a tight purple jumpsuit with a silver cape and a transparent bubble over his head.
He was cute! He had a disarming smile and curly blond hair and his skin was the nicest shade of green.
OK, not a man then, an alien. But a cute one.
“Miss?” He repeated over his helmet radio. Her stellar hearing easily picked it up.
“Oh, um, sorry” She stood up and tried to compose herself. Her stellar powers allowed her to broadcast a reply. “Just, uh, practicing, a bit. With my powers.”
“I see. You wear an ‘S’ symbol, are you related to the great hero Stellar Man?”
“Yes! Yes I am, I’m his cousin Stella! Stellar Man, well, he’s gone you know. So now I protect the Earth.”
“Then you are the one I seek, I am Prince Cavinu, a space explorer. Will you join me on my ship?”
“I-I don’t know, what do you want?”
“I am peacefully exploring the universe, seeking out new life and new civilizations. I wish to learn of the habits of your world, how you eat, how you work and how you mate. I with to spend time with you in a deep and meaningful encounter.”
“Well…” He was cute. Though he did have some strange pick up lines. “OK I guess…”
She stepped with him into his ship.
Inside the airlock he removed his bubble helmet and began peeling off his top and pants. Soon he only wore a set of tight silver briefs. Stella checked out every inch of his green skin.
“Uh…”
“My ship is climate controlled of course. You will not need your outer garments.”
“I, uh… I’ll keep them on for now.”
“As you wish.”
Stella stared at his body awkwardly. “Gosh… you sure have a lot of muscles.”
“Yes, my world has a higher gravity than yours, my body is naturally stronger and denser than that of the men on your world.”
Stella thought about that fact for a minute, twirling a strand of hair in her fingers.
“Now come, allow me to show you my quarters…”
Behind her Stella heard the ramp retract and his ship rise into space. She shrugged and followed.
Afterword
Hmm… Gregg Stanley? Cavinu? I hope I wasn’t too obvious with that one.
As always, please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
October 2007
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