You’d think that with the men no longer roaming them, the streets of London would have become safer for women in the last few years. But each ecology has its niches to fill. Remove one key part of it, and something has to rise to take its place. So it was in London, and throughout the world.

On one side, the criminal underground was run entirely by women, or at least that’s the obvious assumption to make. The government, no less criminal but at least operating out in the open, was also all women now. And of course there was her Majesty, Queen Victoria. Perhaps it helped in England more than other places to have a female ruler in place before everything changed. There was slightly less chaos, and at least the illusion that someone was still in charge.

The Plague killed most of the men, and changed the rest. Oh, it didn’t change them much on the surface. But it did fundamentally alter their… shall we say, essence? The fact that the male population was so drastically reduced made them a precious resource all by itself. But the change to the survivors… well, that made them even more valuable.

The factory was right in front of me, guarded by numerous watchwomen armed with a mixture of old-fashioned pistols using gunpowder, and a few ray guns fueled by something far more powerful. I just had my Tranter Revolver and some miscellaneous knives and other weapons, although I was an expert with all forms of combat, armed or unarmedt. Still, there were far more watchwomen than I had rounds. That was okay though, because if everything went well, no shots would be fired at all. If it weren’t that several of them lead fierce looking dogs around on leashes, I might have simply gone hand to hand with them. I could dodge their bullets and raygun bursts. It wouldn’t be the first time the vigilante known as the Spunky Spectre had taken down multiple women at once.

But I didn’t have that much time, nor did I want to cause that much of a disturbance. I also ruefully thought again that I should have chosen the name of my alter-ego a little more carefully. I hadn’t realized that “spunk” meant anything other than brave until very recently, and then it was too late. But tonight, the name was going to be double relevant.

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I haven't written anything steampunk in a while. I was thinking about that a while back, and suddenly my brain went from "steampunk" to "creampunk." This story arose from that. Maybe it could be part of a multi-part series, but we'll see what comes of this one.

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