Super Fighting Magic Wardens

This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

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I hope you enjoy reading this blend of action and soft core erotica as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Part One

Two college aged men squared off with each other across a field of freshly cut grass.

The first was a broad shouldered ginger who wore a red shirt stretched tight across his chest. He spun a frisbee on the tip of his finger. The second was tall and dark skinned and light on his feet. His athletic frame was emphasized by an unbuttoned shirt and loose green shorts.

"This one's gonna be quick," Reid flicked the frisbee into the air, caught it, did a full spin and whipped his plastic disc in a high, swooping arc. Gabe was locked in. He ran across the yard, his dark eyes tracking the airborne toy. A devious smile crossed Reid's face as he watched his friend.

Closer.

Closer!

The young man leapt into the air and caught the disc. "Oh shi-!" Gabe landed in the crisp water of the clubhouse swimming pool and water from his splash soaked the sun chairs on the pool's far side.

"Ahh!" Yara shot up from where she had been sunbathing; dripping wet, "Oh my god, you idiots. You got water on my bikini!"

Reid's grin stretched from ear to ear. Yes. They certainly had.

Yara was a top heavy young woman with light brown skin and deeply black hair. As the water soaked into the yellow fabric of her bikini, it turned dark and clung to her skin. While dry, the swimsuit left little to the imagination. While wet, well...

Reid came up to the pool's edge and scratched the back of his head, "Isn't it supposed to get wet, though?"

"Ugh, no. This isn't a swimsuit. It's lounge wear. It's just supposed to look good. You don't actually go into the water with it."

Gabe hauled himself from the pool and tossed the frisbee back to Reid, "It's a girl thing. Useless, but pretty." He stopped and stared, "Very pretty."

Reid nodded his head in agreement. Yara was perhaps the prettiest girl he'd ever known. Whether she was lounging in a skimpy swimsuit or bundled up in a cozy sweater, he could stare at her for hours. But it wasn't just her body he lo- liked. That hair, and those eyes! That woman's glare cut to the bone.

Yara fretted over her top. Then, with a huff and frustrated growl, she pulled it off entirely and laid it out on what sun baked pavement hadn't yet been soaked.

Reid and Gabe gawked. It was nothing either of them hadn't seen before, but still, their jaws dropped every time they saw her generous chest.

"Aww yeah, I see titties! Are we skinny dipping?" All eyes turned to a short, jacked blonde girl just coming out from the clubhouse. Before anyone could register what was happening, the pint sized power lifter stripped off her black one piece and launched into a run, a jump, and a..."Cannonball!"

Another heavy splash of refreshing water rained down on Yara, who froze in place with grit teeth and a wildness in her eyes. She dripped awkwardly. Reid tried not to laugh.

"Beth. Beth!" Yara dove into the pool, her fingers stretched out like claws before her. She pounced on Beth before the blonde could doggy paddle the shallow end. "This is a designer bikini you barbarian! If it gets wet it might wrinkle. It might warp. The chemicals in the water might stain the fabric!"

"Y-blbl Yar-blblbl," Beth bubbled. "I can't float."

Yara held the nude woman up but didn't let her go, "Maybe you'd float if you didn't trade your tits in for muscles."

As the girls wrestled nude and half nude in the pool, Reid slapped Gabe across the belly and leaned in to whisper, "If I knew this was gonna happen I'd have gotten some popcorn."

Gabe chuckled, "Shit, if I knew this was gonna happen I'd have set up a camera."

"If I knew this was going to happen," said another voice from just behind the pair, "I wouldn't have bothered putting clothes on in the first place."

Reid turned to find a tall brunette wearing a blue sundress. She walked between him and Gabe and dipped a toe in the wave stricken pool. She then pulled her dress up and over her head, tossing it to the grass and baring her slender body and modest chest to the sun. Wearing only a thong, she fell into the pool and added to Yara and Beth's continued struggle by splashing them both.

It was Blaire, the fifth member of their little group.

Gabe looked at Reid. Then at the three topless girls in the pool. Then back at Reid, "Bro."

The broad ginger stroked his chin, "Hmmm. Yes, I think I know what you're about to suggest." Reid then pushed Gabe to the grass and tore at his own shirt and pants, "Last one in has to grab the beers!"

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More splashes. And laughter. And wet clothes tossed from the pool to places they might dry in the sun.

Puck watched the five humans play in the water before leaning back on his branch and resting his head against the trunk of his tree. He was short. So very short. If asked, he'd say he was twelve inches tall, but in reality he was closer to eleven. His hair was blonde. His skin; tanned. He wore a vest and shorts made from the feathers and down of songbirds.

But he wasn't just a remarkably tiny person. Two short black antennas stuck up and out from the inner points of his eyebrows, below those were eyes in a solid iridescent blue, and from his back sprouted four membranous wings shaped like large paddles.

Puck was a fairy.

He found it relaxing to watch his humans relax. Life was getting stressful for him. For them. But knowing they could still find joy in the quiet moments between storms meant they weren't anywhere near breaking. No. Those five were only just hitting their stride. That put him at ease.

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Two homeless men squared off across a weathered foot path. One wore a threadbare coat that hadn't been washed in years. The other was dressed in tattered layers that blended together.

"That ain't yer spot behind the museum, Chuck. It's mine. It's b'n mine fer a long time."

"You left, Frank. A long time ago. It ain't yours anymore."

An old newspaper drifted on a breeze between them. They stared each other down, their conflict as old as time itself. Each standing still. Watching. Waiting for the other to flinch. To show any sign of weakness.

"Gob? Gob! Go gob," A group of short creatures ran between the homeless men. They were thin and green and had pointed ears. The blackness of their wide eyes was broken only by thin rings of malicious red light. When they spoke, forked tongues flicked over jagged yellow teeth.

The last of the green skinned group, one who stood almost as tall as a human, stopped between Chuck and Frank. He looked from one to the other and snorted. Then he bared his fangs and snarled, "Hob!"

Chuck and Frank forgot their differences and ran like hell.

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Pucks antenna twitched. He rolled over in the bird's nest he called home and whined, "Nooo, ten more minutes..."

Another twitch, "I'll be up soon. I'm just so..." He yawned, "...so..."

His blue eyes opened ever so slightly. Then they shot wide. He leapt to his feet and spun around, his antenna twitching and pulsing wildly, "They're here. They're here!"

Pucks wings became a humming blur. He shot up into the air and flew at speed through the branches of the tree, across the yard, over the pool and towards the clubhouse. At the last moment, just before slamming head first into a window, his body expanded and faded into a cloud of sparkling silver light. The food l cloud passed through the glass before contracting back into a body that was most definitely not twelve inches tall.

"Wardens! Wardens! Wake up, there are Goblins in the city!"

Blaire poked her head up from the clubhouse's large couch, her hair a mess, "What? Goblins?"

Gabe then shot to his feet from below her, sending the nude brunette tumbling to the floor, "Goblins! Oh shit, guys, get dressed, we gotta get going!"

"But I need to shower," Beth pouted from a large chair in the corner of the room. "I'm all sticky."

Puck couldn't believe what he was hearing, "Wardens, you guys are, well, Wardens! It's your sacred duty to protect the Earth from the creatures of Other World, whether or not you're sticky or tired or naked or whatever. There are Goblins in the city. They only do what other, more dangerous creatures tell them to, which means whatever they're doing must be part of someone's evil plot."

Beth and Blaire groaned a chorus with each other.

The fairy darted through the air, facing different directions each time he briefly stopped, "If my antennae are right, and they've never been wrong before, then the Goblins are somewhere near the museum."

It was Blaires turn to shoot to her feet, what cushion she had jiggling at the sudden movement, "The museum is in danger? No. No!" The brunette grabbed Beth by her wrists and hauled the blonde out of the chair, "We have to go. Now!"

Gabe and the girls dressed themselves in loose sportswear and followed Puck to the garage. There they found Reid and Yara already up, clean and ready to go. They were both leaning against the clubhouse Jeep, but neither was looking at the other.

"Goblins!" Blaire and Puck exclaimed in harmony.

"We heard," said Reid and Yara, who each shot the other a glare.

Reid got into the Jeep's driver's seat, "You aren't exactly quiet, you know. We heard you shouting over...our conversation."

Yara sat behind him but didn't say anything. Blaire got into the front passenger seat while Gabe and Beth packed into the back. The fairy flew in through the open sunroof and took his place in a padded cupholder - which the Wardens had come to call the Puckholder.

Four college students and a bugeyed fairy were thrown back as Reid tore off down the clubhouses long driveway and turned hard onto a main road.

"What's got you two so angry?" Asked Gabe from the back middle seat.

"Nothing," The pair said in unison. Yara then kicked the back of Reid's chair, who responded by briefly serving on the road.

It was too much. Too much! Puck held on for dear life in what he was certain was a human built deathtrap. "By Locs tits," He cried, "Can't you keep this carriage on the road?"

"I could," said Reid, who punctuated his claim with another daring serve. "But is that really me? Apparently I'm too reckless. Apparently I take too many risks that put my life in danger. And that makes me a bad person."

"I didn't mean that," Yara blurted. "Not- Just- Grr! Shut up and drive, Reid!"

Much to the fairy's relief, Reid did just that. He shut up. He drove. After a few minutes the Jeep turned sharply and came to a squealing stop that smelled of burnt rubber.

"We're here," Reid growled. He looked out the window at a quiet building and an empty parking lot. "There's not a lot going on."

Blaire was quick to chime in, "The museum is closed today while they finish renovations on the main hall. But they're open from ten to five Monday through Saturday, then on Sunday from ten to-"

Puck's antennae throbbed. He shot up from the Puckholder and zipped around the Jeep's cramped interior, "Goblins! They must be around here somewhere."

"In the park? It wraps around three sides of the museum. Or around back, maybe?" Blaire poked her head out the window, "The museum archive warehouse is back there. That's where they store everything not currently on display. I've... I've never gotten to see it."

Reid got out of the vehicle, "Cool. You, me and Beth will go around the right side and check the warehouse. Gabe and Yara can patrol the park. Puck will take to the sky and warn us if he spots anything."

"Who put you in charge?" Yara snapped.

"I did," said Reid, not looking at her. "Let's go."

Puck did as he was told, buzzing higher and higher into the sky, happy to be out of any Goblins reach, happier to be away from Reid and Yara. He wasn't very good at picking up on human emotions, but something told him those two might have been upset at one another.

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Three college students in casual sports wear made their way around the rear of the city museum. The one in red and the one in blue walked side by side. The one in black took point.

"I don't know what she said..." said Blaire.

"Then you don't know-" Reid started.

"...but I think the two of you just need to be honest with each other. It's obvious you want to be together but you're each too stubborn and guarded to take a chance at being happy."

Reid stayed quiet. Then said, "It's not that obvious."

Ahead of them, Beth laughed, "Are you shitting me right now? It couldn't be more obvious. The way you stare longingly at each other when the other isn't looking. The way you always find excuses to be together even though you fight like cats and dogs." The blonde spun on her heel to face them and walked backwards, "The look you had on your face when she was blowing Gabe last night. Or the look on her face when you were balls deep in Blaire."

Blaire nodded. Despite being face down on the couch at the time, even she noticed.

Beth continued, "It's so obvious a blind man could see it, Reid. You want to be all lovey dovey with Yara and she wants to be all lovey dovey with you and the two of you are too-"

A muffled crash cut the short blonde off. All three Wardens dropped into low, practiced stances. Their fists were up. Their bodies tense.

"That door," whispered Reid.

Blaire formed up on one side of the metal door, "This is the archive side entrance. It leads straight into the main storage warehouse. They don't do tours back here, but I've hung around here a few times trying to peek inside."

Reid and Beth looked at her with deadpan expressions.

"What? What? I like museums. Like, a lot."

"Nerd," the red and black clothed Wardens said in unison.

Reid took a position opposite Blair. Beth stood between them. She tried the handle and found it locked. The blonde looked at Reid, then at Blaire, then she grabbed the handle with both hands. Blaire winced, she knew what was coming.

"It's just a door," said the blonde. "Not some priceless artifact."

Beth was strong. Hours and hours and hours spent at the gym had seen to that. But no human could hope to crush a metal door handle, no matter their grip strength.

She was more than human.

The pint sized powerhouse flexed her forearms and crushed the door handle like putty. Then she pulled the pulverized nob from the door, stuck her fingers into the handles metal guts and twisted. The bolt slid in and the door swung out. Beth slipped inside. Reid and Blaire followed.

"Sorry," Blaire whispered to no one in particular.

The three were inside a poorly lit warehouse filled with row after row of metal shelves that reached from floor to ceiling, themselves filled with boxes of wood and cardboard. Another crash, loud and clear, made them all drop into crouching walks. Slowly. Quietly. They moved down a line of shelves until an open space came into view.

"Gob! Gob! Gob!" Chanted the green creatures.

Blaires heart sank when she saw what they were doing.

The Goblins were pulling boxes from the shelves and emptying them on the floor in the middle of the open space. There, they were stomping and smashing and ripping. Everything the museum had in storage was being destroyed.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but the blue clad brunette didn't let them fall. Instead, she grit her teeth and matched forward.

"Blaire, wait, hold on!" Reid failed to stop her.

"Hey!" She yelled, standing in the open where all the Goblins could see her. "You'd better get your asses out of here, or I'll...umm...Beth, give me a one liner."

"Fist them," Beth whispered from somewhere in cover.

"You'd better get your asses out of here or I'm going to fist them. Damnit Beth."

The Goblins collectively hissed at her. One among them launched into a charge, its claws up and its lips peeled back. It screeched as it leapt into the air and came down on Blaire.

She was having none of it.

The moment the creature came within her arms reach she plucked it from the sky. One hand gripped it by an ear and the other by an ankle. Blaire then spun around once, twice, three times before hurling the green little monster across the room. It screamed while shooting through the air above its fellow monsters, then hit the warehouse's far wall with a splat. All that was left of the Goblin was a smear of thick yellow slime.

The other Goblins grinned. And laughed. And jumped and danced and shouted "Gob!" with joy. Then they all froze and looked at Blaire.

Each of the little green creatures took in a deep breath. As they did, they grew. Bones lengthened. Veins popped. Muscles swelled under tightening skin. They each doubled in size. It was a temporary transformation, but still, one that could last long enough for them to beat the hell out of whatever they wanted.

"Gob. Gob go," they murmured, an octave lower than before. As one, the monsters took a step towards the lone Warden, "Gob!"

"Let's fuckin' go!" Beth shouted as she slid up next to Blaire, her fists raised and ready.

"If you want a piece of this, come take a bite," Reid growled from Blaires other side.

"Yeah, it's...ahh..."

"Fisting time." Whispered Beth.

"It's fisting ti- oh, fuck off."

The Goblins charged. The first few to reach the trio of Wardens were downed by a right hook, a high kick and powerful body blow. The rest spread out around the heroes and the brawl began.

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"He likes you, you know," said Gabe.

"No shit," said Yara.

"And you like him, too."

Yara didn't respond.

The pair, one in green and one in yellow, strolled through a public park that circled three of the museums four sides.

"Of course, you're some sort of emotionally distant ice queen who can't admit that a country ginger has gone and melted your cold heart, and you won't open up to anyone because you're terrified that they'll hurt you if you make yourself vulnerable. Of course, there's also your vanity to consider. What would all the other judgemental pretty girls think if they found out you were in love with anyone, let alone Reid?"

Gabe didn't have to turn to Yara to know the look she was giving him. If it were possible to kill someone with a glare, he'd have been blown to bits.

"And you tell him you don't want to be involved because he's reckless? Cool. Cool, no, that's just great. Hey, so, what if he recklessly gets himself killed? Yeah, like, imagine it, and I mean really picture it in your mind; we're fighting some Other World monster and you see him get crushed before you tell him how you really feel. Or are you banking on him dying in your arms so you have one last chance to say it before he's gone forever?"

Yara stopped in her tracks. Gabe kept walking. Then he stopped too. He didn't turn. He simply waited for the soft, distant sobbing to end. A minute later, Yara was next to him again. Even though she faced the path ahead of them, he could see the redness of her eyes.

They walked on.

"Gabe! Yara!" Puck hummed down from the sky on his dragonfly wings, "The others, they went into the museum archives, I was going to follow them in, but then I heard a bunch of crashing and smashing. They're in a fight!"

No other words were needed. Gabe and Yara each broke into a sprint towards the museum.

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"And you get a punch. And you get a punch. Everyone gets a punch!" Beth uppercut a Goblin so hard he hit the warehouse roof before falling and splattering on the ground.

It felt good to cut loose and use her full strength.

Reid backed into her, "Fuck, how many of these assholes are there?"

She shrugged, "Dunno. Like, thirty? They just keep coming."