JLA: The Mirror Effect/Defect
Created Sunday, July 13, 2008
Last Updated Sunday, July 13, 2008
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When the matter and antimatter Earths exchange prominent
characters, what will be the fallout? And who will pay the price for
sustaining the balance?
JLA: THE MIRROR EFFECT/DEFECT DISCLAIMER: This is an adult-themed parody. Characters belong to DC Comics, a Time Warner company. No copyright infringement is intended. The author got no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution. WARNING: This story contains adult themes and explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events and violence. MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS. Neither should most adults. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.
JLA: THE MIRROR EFFECT
Flat on his belly in the middle of the apartment's living room, the white-furred dog drew his front paws over his ears, but it did little to muffle the sounds coming from the adjoining bedroom. Even without a sense of hearing immensely sharper than that of any other canine on Earth, failing to catch every cry and moan would still be impossible. Surely even the nearly-deaf humans all around heard it. "OH, CLARK! OH, MY GOD, CLARK! OH-MY-GOD-!" Krypto whimpered softly. How could anyone get any sleep?
"Until later, dear." "You kidding me? How am I expected to work today? After last night?" "You couldn't keep away, Lois." He bared his teeth. Humans used that to show happiness. "Right you are, Smallvile. Tell Perry I'll be late in today. Must re-learn how to walk, first." He laughed as he left, and Krypto wondered why even that sound proved different when his master wore those other clothes. Humans were strange. "God, I really can hardly do it," she gasped, lurching towards the kitchenette. "One of these days he's going to kill me in bed." Krypto stared at his master's mate. "But what a way to go that'd be, eh?" she asked Krypto with a broad, pleased smile. "Hell, I could start all over again, right now." She stretched her arms high above her tussled short brunette hair, making the pin-stripe -shirt she wore rise over the lower edge of her compact behind. But no amount of fabric covering could hide from Krypto her post-coital aroma. Few scents were as memorable, and her continued readiness was almost overpowering to Kryptonian canine senses. It was strange how some human females remained in heat almost permanently. "Better have something to show Perry," she muttered, walking slowly back into the living room, carrying a flat, square object she opened up on the low central table. She sat on the floor before it, crossing her legs and leaning back on the sofa behind. "Don't mind if I stay comfortable, do you?"
"The-robot-said-it-should," replied the skinny, nervous man whose body parts jerked erratically at unnatural speeds. Even when seeming to stand still, his figure appeared blurry to the normal eye. Not that there were many normal eyes around them. "But-Ultraman-said-" "He says a lot of crap. I don't pay attention anymore." Johnny Quick tried to keep his twitchy eyes away from the scantly-dressed, dark-haired woman whose oversized attributes were, as always, fractions of an inch away from overwhelming the tight confines of her skimpy spandex clothing. He could surely cop a dozen feels before she would even notice it, and perhaps she would only laugh at him, but he feared someone else even more than he desired her. They all did. Only Owlman was different. "You-need-to-get-close-to-me," he said. "Real-close." "No problem." Her smile was an exquisite taunt, both offering and denying. "Take me for a ride."
"Need to go?" Lois asked, misreading his nervousness. "Crap, I should get dressed... Can't you go do it on the moon or something?" Krypto understood the offer to exit the place, and his ears perked up. "I'll open the window and you get out fast, so nobody sees you, ok? Can you do that? Do you understand?" Krypto barked. "Great. Come here." She went into the small bathroom and unlatched the window. It was small, but Krypto was longer than he was thick, and was used to tight fits, too. "Now don't get into trouble. Clark would-" He was gone before she had finished the sentence.
PART ONE: BAD GIRLS GO EVERYWHERE
The streets were so clean, so different from the ones she knew. She could even tell the people were different, in all those small details: politeness, care, prosperity. It really pissed her off. She saw a police officer, who coughed nervously at being caught staring. He had every reason to, but she could get some unwanted attention soon, unless she took some measures. Everything had its counterpart here, she remembered. Perhaps she should make certain visits.
It was the bitch's fault, jumping off before he had finished decelerating. He could have broken his neck or something because of her. She definitely owed him a good squeeze of those tits now. "Flash?" He looked up, startled by the female voice. "Scratch that. It's not one of the Flashes. No, not that Max Mercury guy, either." With the short, boyish-like haircut, the blond chick looked pretty young, yet she had the biggest, roundest, most impressive knockers he had ever seen, and he had seen Superwoman's. The round cutout right on the front of her tight white unitard let you see a lot of those huge boobs jiggling fetchingly, as she floated a dozen feet in the air above him, talking to someone. Rest of her looked pretty good, too, though he was not much into muscular broads. Floating over him, he realized, backtracking. If she could fly, he was already in deep shit. "Who are you?" "Who-me?" He stood up, not needing to pretend to appear disoriented. "Ah-can't-recall." "You can't?" She frowned. Hot as she was, she did not seem very friendly. "Says he can't recall his name. Sounds like bullshit." Certainly not friendly. She seemed to be talking through a microphone or something. He could not see any, but noticing anything beyond that amazing set of jugs was proving difficult. "That was you?" She pointed at the rutted evidence of his graceless arrival. "Uh-not-sure." He should get out. He needed to. Yet those thoughts fought with the urge to stay there and keep staring at the big, bouncy tits. "You aren't sure? You stupid or what?" That settled it. She was a touchy one. Survival instinct won over horniness, and he rushed back in the direction he had arrived, much faster than normal eyes could follow.
The annoying red-headed runt almost choked on his freckles as his eyes locked on her chest. "Eh, you ... ah-I mean-" "Yes?" she asked, with the greatest pretense at niceness she could muster without vomiting. "Ah, new... um, look?" he squeaked at last. She frowned. How did her damn counterpart here dress? She had taken clothing that appeared common enough. Of course it was tight on the chest, but then, finding something that fit was a problem everywhere. Not that she minded it much. "Yes, new look." That seemed safe enough to say. "Like it?" "Oh, boy. Well... sure!" "Thank you. You can look up now." He stammered pathetic nonsense, much like the one on her world would, his face nearly matching his hair's reddish color, but she ignored him, looking over the surroundings. Others were also staring at her but with more success at being discreet. She then smiled. Of course the one here would be a lot less impressive than she was, in every sense. It was to be expected. Pleased, she even smiled at the nervous idiot. "Oh, stare again if you want." "Uh?" "I don't mind, really." "Uh?" "Nice, aren't they?" "Uh?" "And they ain't nothing compared to my ass." "UH?" "My ass." "AH?" "Isn't it nice, too?" "I-I wouldn't know, Ms. Lane, I-" "Come on, look at it. It's great." "I-" "Want to touch?" "WHAT?" "What would you rather touch? That, or these?" Her hands moved from one location to the other, squeezing to emphasize her point. He coughed violently.
She found him a mile away from the suburbs, on some kind of exercise equipment, a stationary jogging band device strangely placed right in the middle of a field. He was fiddling with its control panel, but started to run on the band when he saw her approach. He had to be crazy, expecting to get away doing that. But he did look like a junkie, after all. She wondered why she always got the dumbest assignments. Just as she reached for him, space twisted around them.
"Ms. La-Ah, Ms. Lane?" "Yes?" The short, mousy woman before her had secretary written all over her. "Ah... New... dress?" "Yes, it is." "Um. Of course. Ah, Mr. White wanted to see you in his office as soon as you, ah, came." "Ah, yes. That way, right?"
He would have never believed it. He still could hardly believe it. How could he face Mr. Kent now? He shook his head. They would have to break the news to him gently, or he could have a stroke or something. Lois always was way too much for the poor guy, anyway. Perhaps he should ask Superman for advice.
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She was sprawled on the floor, unmoving, and he stared with a mixture of surprise and greed. There was really a lot to stare at, with her in no condition to complain anymore. She had been caught in his wake, and it seemed that not being in the translocation's center made quite a difference. "Oh-yeah-oh-yeah-oh-yeah-!" Johnny Quick's muttering became a hum, and his hands twitched nervously into blurs as he reached for the unconscious woman's white unitard. He tugged, but the reinforced fabric tautly stretched over the abundant bosom would not budge so easily. "Damn-shit-just-get-off-the-fucking-!" He gave up after two whole seconds of effort, settling for grabbing a couple of handfuls, but even reaching through the circular opening on the chest, his hands could not squeeze the firm flesh much beyond an initial yielding softness. "Whatta-em-knockers-made-of-?" he winced, before deciding to test the accessibility of other areas. "Bet-yer-shaved-smooth,-babe-oh-yeah-!" "Well, what have we here, Johnny?" The voice was full of mockery and veiled menace. "Having fun?"
Alarms rang out suddenly in the Moon, resonating throughout the Justice League's Watchtower. "Intruder alert!" John Stewart, current Green Lantern in the Justice League, flew out of the monitor post, his power ring encasing him in protective green energy. "Security violation at the Observation Deck!" He was joined in his flight through the corridors of the lunar compound by a tall, black-haired woman in star-patterned blue briefs, and a tightly-packed, red and gold bustier, her long, muscular legs bare down to the high red boots. Her aura of serene power, matched only by her stunning beauty, identified her as none other than Princess Diana of the Amazons, the heroine known as Wonder Woman. "Perimeter wasn't breached!" Stewart halted before the metal doors. "Must have teleported in!" "Identification?" "Luthor." "Lex Luthor?" Wonder Woman frowned. Direct personal attacks were not the style of Superman's old enemy. "Why would he-?" "Let's ask him." The Green Lantern ring unleashed an energy blast that threw the Observation Deck's doors careening off into the room. Stewart flew in high and to the left, while Wonder Woman went right and low. "WAIT!" The bald man in the high-tech, full-body armor lifted both his hands up, palms outward. "Diana, beware!" Stewart enclosed Luthor in an energy containment field, before any attack could be unleashed. "I come in peace, Justice League," the man said calmly, inside the green energy bubble. A whispered word made the armor's segments snap open amidst hydraulic hisses, and he stepped out, wearing only boots and a green and purple bodysuit on his thickly-muscled body. "Won't fool me that easily, Luthor." Green Lantern's energy field contracted around the intruder, morphing into heavy restraining devices that fastened around limbs and torso. "I said I come in peace. Please release me." "Lantern, wait," Wonder Woman began. "Like we can believe-!" "RELEASE ME, I SAID." The man spread his arms out with enormous strength, and the solid-energy bounds shattered. The resulting will-power feedback made Green Lantern stagger back. "Super-strength?" Stewart clenched his teeth. "Fine! That won't help if-!" "LANTERN! STOP, NOW!" John Stewart blinked hard and aborted his attack. When Wonder Woman spoke like that, you paid heed. The Amazon heroine threw her lasso around Luthor, and walked closer while tightening it around his shoulders. A hint of a smile came to her mouth. "Who are you?" The man smiled back. "Luthor-" "We knew that!" Stewart protested. "Alexander Luthor. I'm here to warn you." "Are you threatening us-?" "Lantern, please," Wonder Woman cut in. "But he-!" "Where do you come from?" "The other Earth." Stewart frowned. "Other Earth?" Wonder Woman nodded. "The Crime Syndicate's Earth." "It's not theirs." Luthor's eyes shone with righteous fury. "Not while I can still fight." "He IS Luthor," Wonder Woman told the baffled John Stewart. "But not OUR Luthor."
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She smiled. That certainly deserved looking into. Ever since first seeing this world's so-called Man of Steel, she had longed to meet him, meet him alone, to find out just how steel-hard he could really get. The old fart only knew that it was somewhere north, so she needed to find someone better informed. She checked her appearance in a mirrored window. She also needed some lipstick.
"I understand." Luthor returned the handshake firmly, but with the studious care of a man who had not been born with enhanced strength. "No offense taken." "I'll contact the rest of the League, then. If you come with-" "We'll catch up with you," Wonder Woman interrupted with a polite smile. "I'd like a moment with Alexander." "Uh, sure." Stewart walked out, using his ring to fix the doors back into place behind him, with an architect's attention to detail. Wonder Woman turned to Luthor with a dazzling smile. "Alexander. How long has it been?" He smiled back, though his eyes could not lose a deep, permanent weariness. "Too long, Diana." She went to him, and their mouths met.
His cigar had burned a hole in his pants, after falling from his open mouth, but he had not noticed. Swallowing with effort, he wondered what, if anything, he would tell Clark Kent. He also wondered if he had enough strength left to ever pull on his pants again.
"Almost-caught-me!-Could-fly!-Fast-too!" "Interesting," the dark-clad one said. "Yeah," agreed the tall, heavily-muscled man dressed in red and blue, as he stood haughtily before the stasis tube, examining its comely contents with narrowed eyes. "Makes you wonder if every meta broad there's built as-" "There's more to wonder than-" "Blondie here's even more stacked than-" "Oh-Yeah-Baby's-Got-Boobs-!" Johnny Quick laughed. "-Than that black-haired bitch they-" "-That-one-was-so-hot-too-!-Those-tits-and-legs-and-butt-and-!" "Shut up." Johnny Quick moved several paces away in a heartbeat. "Sure-Sure-Sure-Boss-I'll-" "Shut. Up." Quick nodded a few dozen times in a second and skipped to fidget nervously in a corner, biting his fingernails. "This may be more than an accident from Lois' prank." "Mm?" "Call her Superwoman, Owlman. Only I get to call her Lois. Only I." Owlman shrugged. "Whatever. Our alternates may be up to something. I should question this one-" "No," Ultraman said, with the arrogant confidence of being the highest power on his world. "She's mine."
Luthor nodded. "No. Of course not." Their lips joined again.
"Don't worry, little snot," the buxom brunette said with a sneer. "No need to tax your pitiful resources. I just need some information." "Information?" "Yes, darling." She spoke in a low growl, reaching down to squeeze his meager bulge. "Can manage that, can't you?"
Frowning, Owlman left the Panopticon, the foreboding fortress of the Crime Syndicate of Amerika. He wondered if the blonde's presence would ruin everything.
PART TWO: STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
This was not her bed. "What the hell-?" She violently sat up, glancing about the softly-lit vast bedroom. immediately noticing that she was not alone. "HEY!" She pulled the sheet up to her chest for cover. "WHO THE FUCK-?" The man came approached the bed calmly, his tall, broad-shouldered figure delineated by the soft lights at his back. Superman? She blinked in surprise. "You're awake," he said with a deep voice. "How perceptive," she mocked. Kneeling up with legs apart, she ran one hand through her short blond hair while the other carelessly held up the bed sheet before her, failing to cover much of both sides of her body. "How come I'm naked?" "You look better that way." "Uh?" That startled her. She had expected him to get embarrassed, as he always did whenever she flaunted her body around. Of course she should not flirt with Superman at all, as were still chances that they were somehow related, but flustering him was so easy it became irresistible. Yet now she was the one surprised. Was he wiseing up at last? "Don't you agree?" he asked, crossing both arms over his wide chest. He had such great, big, thick arms. "Oh, I'm not arguing that." Deciding to up the ante, she casually let the bed sheet fall, and got off the bed, standing with her back arched to better showcase her most noticeable and bouncy pair of features. His eyes failed to look elsewhere, she noticed. So he was wiseing up indeed. About time, too. "So, you... rescued me from whatever happened?" Eyes still on her chest, he shrugged. She placed her hands on her hips, smiling. "And what happened to my clothes?" "You want them back?" "Should I?" Maybe she should stop teasing him, but she just could not. "Why? Are you cold?" "Do I look cold?" "You look hot." "Oh, yes, I'm hot," Karen agreeed. Her nipples had grown stiff, and she felt flushed. "Can you do something about it?" "Can do a lot about it." She found it hard to breathe. His wife would not like this at all. But who cared about her? "I wonder." She walked slowly towards him, with all the body motions that implied. "So you undressed me? Did you touch me then?" "No," he scoffed, gesturing to a side, his eyes still fixed a hand-span below her chin. "The help did it. I just watched." "The help?" Karen followed his gesture and saw the hideous thing floating two paces behind her. "What the hell is THAT?" "Brainiac," he said, noticing with appreciation how her surprised reaction increased the jostle of her assets. "BRAINIAC? THAT'S BRAINIAC? THE BRAINIAC? BRAINIAC UNDRESSED ME?" "Yes." Her being agitated really made for great visuals. "FUCKING BRAINIAC FUCKING UNDRESSED ME? WHAT THE FUCK-?" "The fuck, that I can handle," he said, smiling, and reached for her. Pulled towards his chest, Karen saw that the red and yellow shield there was not the one she knew. She glanced up from his big, magnificently muscled body for the first time, and her eyes grew wide like saucers. "FUCK! YOU'RE NOT HIM!" The superhuman strength of her push surprised him, and his back struck the wall behind, while she stumbled backwards onto the bed's edge. "YOU'RE NOT SUPERMAN!" "No." He smiled, stepping forward ominously, ready for violence, looking forward to it. It made for better preliminaries. "I'm Ultraman." "Ultraman? And who the fuck is that?"
"An other-dimensional anti-matter Earth," Flash said. "Went there a while back, to fight an evil version of the League. Sick, despicable bastards." John Stewart frowned. "Evil version of the League? With equal powers?" "Yes," Wonder Woman replied. "The Crime Syndicate has their world nearly subjugated by a rule of terror, with corrupt governments held in their thrall." "No one opposes them?" "I do." Alexander Luthor stood up before the assembled members of the Justice League. "Not many others dare." "An heroic Luthor?" Plastic man's face stretched into a parody of Munch's The Scream. "Who woulda thought?" "Don't mind him," Wonder Woman said as Luthor frowned. "We tried to help, but barely managed to shake them up." Flash shook his head. "Some weird cosmic balance thing. Hated having to leave without really solving anything." "Helping my world imperiled yours," Luthor said, with grim resignation. "I remain thankful for your attempt, but I understand now that our problems cannot be solved from the outside. Still, it showed the Syndicate that they could fall. Showed all that it could be done." "You said you came to warn us," John Stewart said, with a slight frown. Had Wonder Woman's hair been that disarrayed a while before? Of course, all those loose curls would be hard to manage. "Yes." Luthor wiped sweat off his bald head with a handkerchief. "I have automated devices monitoring the division between worlds, and they reported a breach." "Breached? When?" Stewart's eyes narrowed. Was Diana adjusting her bodice? "Today. Twice. Two individuals from my world entered yours, two returned shortly later. But one wasn't the same who left." "Stuff always gets switched about when you travel," Plastic Man said. "My luggage got-" "This switch you really would not want. I don't know who was taken from your Earth, but you got Lois Lane in her place." Diana and the Flash alike showed surprise. "Lois Lane?" Luthor nodded. "Our Lois Lane. Superwoman." "SuperWOMAN?" Plastic Man leaned closer. "You mean like Superman, but with tits?" Luthor tapped nimbly into his armored wrist, producing a small hologram of a feminine figure clad in skimpy spandex. "Superwoman." "Oh, I see. Like Superman, but with really big tits."
"Didn't I just ask you? Are you deaf?" "Never heard of me?" "Why should I? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU GET ME HERE? WHERE THE FUCK IS HERE?" He smiled. "Oh, I can explain."
"Power Girl?" "Like Superman, but with really, really big tits," Plastic Man told Luthor, gesturing suggestively. "REALLY big. HUGE 'uns." Diana tapped her right feet on the floor. "Plastic Man." "Uh, yes. Sorry, Princess." "Oracle says Power Girl-" "Yours are great, too, Di. You know that. Could stare at them all day." Diana sighed. "There was an unexplained event that involved some kind of speedster." Luthor nodded. "Johnny Quick." "And then she was gone. Oracle has been tapping feeds all over the world, but cannot locate her." Luthor shook his head. "Wrong world."
"No, yours is Earth Two," Ultraman said. "This, of course, is Earth One." "Why yours gets called 'One'?" "We discovered it first." "What, you think we didn't know we had an Earth too?" "We discovered first there was another Earth." "So who did it? Who found it?" "Does that matter?" "Guess not, but... Ok, forget about it. Look, can I get anything to wear?" "If you insist." "I insist." "BRAINIAC." The hideous, hovering thing approached, and Karen shivered involuntarily. It looked like a disembodied braincase with exposed gray matter held in place by interlocking patterns of circuitry. Tendrils extended from where its neck should have been, to hold up her Power Girl costume, or a very convincing duplicate. She was not easily discomforted, but to think that such thing had touched her was disgusting. "Is it...?" "Don't worry. It's tame." "Tame?" He smiled smugly. "I tamed it. I'm good at taming." She lifted her eyebrows. The guy surely was less humble than Clark, but then, Superman had yet to make their Brainiac harmless. "Alright." Still holding the bed sheet before her, she reached for the clothing. "Can you turn around?" "Must I?" "Didn't get enough of an eyeful before?" He smiled broadly. "There's a lot to see." Despite herself, she smiled back. "Well, that may be true. Ok, it IS true. But you should be a gentleman." "Does that work with you?" "Sometimes." She smiled. "Sometimes... not." Turning her back to him, she began to get dressed, and knew his eyes remained on her. She should have felt angry at his rudeness, but she liked men to be brash and challenge her expectations. So she chose to tease him. Instead of drawing the white bodysuit down over her head and then pulling each sleeve on, she placed both arms in each sleeve first, and then lifted them up to tug and wiggle the bodysuit over and down, knowing well that her breasts would be visible at the sides of even her broad back. She then stretched and adjusted the reinforced fabric to encompass her chest with deliberate slowness, and made a careful point of being even slower when fastening the thong-like strip just at her crotch. She then sat on the bed, lifting each leg high while pulling her boots on. "Enjoyed the view?" she asked with a one-sided smile, putting her gloves on, the final step of her reverse strip-tease. He continued grinning. "Well, remember it well, because you may not see any of that again." "Care to bet?" "Bet-?" "That you'll be nude again before me, soon, very soon?" "You kidding?" She opened her mouth in a scoff of disbelief. The guy was unbelievable. "That'll be damn easy to win." "We'll see." "You think I'm that easy? I should slap you for that." "I prefer it when it isn't easy." "Fine." She smiled haughtily. "So what'll I win?" He shook his head. "I know what I'll win." "Maybe you should show me this world of yours, or you may choke in your B.S. any second now." Ultraman smiled. Her bluster did not fool him at all. Her skin-tight white costume made it very easy to see how willing and ready she was. And it was a lot.
PART THREE: PLACES TO SEE, PEOPLE TO DO
John Henry Irons lowered the multi-purpose sledge-hammer from the soldering job and turned about, his face hidden under the metal facemask of his high-tech armor. "Ms. Lane?" "Was told I might find you here." "Been helping here all week." He flew down from the framework of steel I-beams. The faceplate's lower section receded, uncovering his broad smile as he offered a metal-gloved hand. "Will the Planet cover us again? We could use more headlines. Get some more donations." "Ah, what were you building, again?" "A youth center," he said, puzzled; her newspaper had helped in the original fund-gathering. "You don't-?" "Oh, yeah, right!" She glanced at the steel grid-work. "So you're... getting all this up all by yourself?" "Everyone in the neighborhood pitches in when they can. But I'm taking care myself of erecting the structure-" "Erecting it yourself, yes." She smiled. "Really helpful, aren't you?" Now he was getting uncomfortable. She was giving him all kinds of strange looks, and he wondered about the rationale behind the recently-enhanced chest. Totally unnecessary, too, for a perfectly fine woman. But then, who could ever understand them? "Well, I try-" "Maybe you'd help me, too," she said at last, coming very close to him. "Help you? Is there-?" She ran a finger slowly over the S-shield raised-relief on his chest plates. "Oh, it's nothing. I just... You know how to reach the Fortress, don't you?" "The Fortress?" She came much closer. "You know which one I mean." "Well, yes. I know how, but-?" "Could you... take me?" "Take you?" "There? Could you... take me... there?" "Take you... there?" "Oh, yes." Her smile was unnervingly suggestive. "You can, can't you?" "Ah, why couldn't-?" "I'd rather you did it." "Uh?" "It's a surprise, you see." Her stare held a playful glint. "You don't mind doing me... the favor?" A rivulet of sweat ran down the center of his broad back. The armor's temperature systems had to be glitching, he thought.
>I cannot locate him, Diana.< "Neither can Oracle," Wonder Woman said, vocalizing out loud her reply for Luthor's benefit. "Not through his League communicator or her many other resources." >I will keep trying.< J'onn J'onzz projected soothing assurance through the telepathic mind-link. >Probably he is just busy somewhere out of reach.< "Let's hope so," she replied. "He's alright, I'm sure," Flash said. "He's Superman." "Maybe you should worry about someone else." All eyes turned to Luthor. "Superwoman's powers resemble yours, Diana," Luthor said. "But she's not your exact alternate." Wonder Woman frowned. "Lois." Luthor nodded. "Lois Lane. YOUR Lois Lane."
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She glanced over the cluttered workshop, where massive, grease-covered machinery shared space with complex electronic devices. "Nice place you got." "It'll just be a few minutes," Steel said. With a few key commands he called up a trajectory projection on a large display screen, while gathering together several devices to attach to his armor. "Must boost the propulsion system with additional power to allow a reasonable time frame." She smiled. "Oh, I'm all for additional power." "You'll need to get into one of these, too," he said, opening a locker to take out a pair of bodysuits. "Really?" "To keep you warm." "Oh, I'm sure I'll be hot enough." Picking a bodysuit, he turned to her. "Here, try this one." He halted abruptly, and stared. She was casually undressing before him. "Fine. Not my kind of fashion, but if you want me to..." If those were implants they were a marvel of anatomical engineering.
"Clark?" Lois Lane stepped out of the bedroom, buttoning her blouse over the lacy black bra. "You're back already? How come? I was just about to-" His senses confirmed her identity. "Ms. Lane, it would be better if you-" "Oh, Mr. Kent, we're suddenly all formal?" She moved towards him. "Why?" "-Better if you stayed here with me. Something came up that-" "Oh, really?" Biting her lower lip, she looked down and started undoing her buttons. "I'm still horny, myself." "Oh. Ah, I must warn you-" She threw her shirt open. "Oh, who cares! Perry can wait!" Embracing him, her mouth met his.
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"I didn't-?" "There's a room back there-" She slid off her skirt, smiling naughtily. She wore no panties. "Why, already want to get me into a room? So soon? You'll think I'm easy." His eyes narrowed and his voice held no hesitation. "Ms. Lane, I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing, but don't think I'll go along with it." Standing fully naked, she frowned in actual surprise. "You won't?" "I have the utmost respect for your husband-" "You for real?" "-And I'd never do anything that-" "Oh, great. You a fucking puritan, or you just don't like women-?" "Please get dressed, Ms. Lane. And get out. NOW." "Fuck you," she said, walking towards him, releasing her long, black hair from the coiled, golden line that had held it in a ponytail. A loud snap filled the air and Steel found his torso wrapped tightly by something thin, yet impossibly strong. "Or rather," she added. "Fuck me."
"Oh, forget the small town hang-ups!" Kneeling before him, she unzipped his pants. "You know you love it." "But I'm not rea-" "You bet you're ready! God! It's like you get even bigger every time-!" "Ms. Lane, don't-!" Wasting no further words, Lois put her mouth to better use. >MS. LANE!< Focused on her oral ministrations with feverish devotion, it took Lois a while to realize that the phallus in her hands and mouth had turned green.
"Don't you start with stereotypical racist crap now!" Steel snarled, violently throwing her on top of the nearest workbench. He was not fooled. He saw how cruel and despicable she was behind her facade of beauty. Full of anger and disgust, he knew that she only wanted to use him. He also knew that he had to fuck the no-good, red-hot slut's brains out.
Lois spit into the washbasin and wiped her mouth again. "YOU LOOKED LIKE MY HUSBAND!" "To keep from compromising his identity. We have-" "YOU LET ME BLOW YOU!" "I was... surprised. I apologize-" "YOU APOLOGIZE?" She spit again. "I HAD YOUR GREEN ALIEN COCK IN MY MOUTH AND YOU APOLOGIZE?"
"WILL YOU QUIT THE RACIST GARBAGE, YOU DAMN SLUT!" "YES! I'M A SLUT! I'M BAD! I'M SO BAD!"
Lois winced, and breathed deeply before continuing. "Wait. I-I didn't mean it like-" "There is a possible threat to your person, Ms. Lane." "What? Again?" "I understand, Ms. Lane." "Clark isn't from Earth, either; there's nothing wrong with... Some of my best friends are-I mean, I just... Oh, for God's sake, J'onn! I was sucking your... thing! What can I-?" "I understand your disgust, Ms. Lane." "I wasn't disgusted at all. I just..." She stopped, blushing slightly. "I mean, I'm happily married. I shouldn't blow- shouldn't do ANYTHING with other men. Or aliens. Or whatever. Really. No matter how big and- No matter what." "I understand, Ms. Lane." "So, I'm sorry if I... overreacted, both before and... after... you know." "It was my fault, Ms. Lane. Using such appearance was ill-advised." "Well, you couldn't know I'd jump on you to... you know." "I should have warned you, or stopped you before-" "It was just... an honest mistake. For both of us." J'onn nodded silently. Not knowing what else to say or do, Lois sat on an armchair. It had been the first time since being married that she had touched anyone besides Clark so intimately, and she could not dispel the lingering unease and embarrassment. She should not feel guilty. It was just an unfortunate mix-up. It was not like he had blown a load on her face, or mouth, or anything worse. She really should not feel guilty. But she did. Maybe because she had not felt disgusted at all.
He shrugged, and thrust faster and harder.
He made even Clark seem small, Lois thought. Muscle-wise, she added nervously. And in that other thing, too, she finally admitted shortly later. Maybe that was why she felt so embarrassed, so guilty. Noticing how impressive J'onn's endowment was had been unavoidable, but she really should not keep thinking of it afterwards, of how big and thick and different it had felt, in her hands, in her mouth, how intriguingly different. Maybe, in the instant when J'onn had changed shape and the realization of his Martian otherness had struck her, she had actually felt tempted. Tempted not to stop. Maybe she should try some small talk. "So... Were all Martians as big as-?"
"OH, DAMN!" Sweat burned his eyes, and a greater burning consumed his loins. He had no trouble entering her, but she had now begun to contract around him, and only the localized automatic protection he had designed after the Maxima incident had kept him from being crushed. How the hell was she so strong? "OH, YEAH! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER! HARDER!" Grunting, Steel sought to comply. Dark smoke began to seep out of his armor.
The Martian did not face her. "It is alright." "Look, I... How could I make it up to you-?" "There's no need, Ms. Lane." She grew even angrier at her foolishness. She was a successful professional woman, and happily married, too, to a wonderful, extraordinary man. Why couldn't she keep from thinking about that huge Martian cock? Wondering how Martian cum would actually taste? She noticed that he looked a much brighter shade of green, and in a flash of panic, Lois Lane recalled that J'onn was a telepath. Just how loud had she been thinking?
She leaned over him, brushing sweaty hair to a side. "Can't get up anymore, dear?" He shook his head weakly. Even if he had any strength left, the unresponsive armor would make standing up an almost impossible feat. It was ridiculous; the most grueling combat had never overloaded the systems so badly. Not even the failsafe releases were working. "Too bad." She pulled the golden line from around him, and still nude, strode towards the trajectory-charting display screen. "Guess you won't be giving me the ride I needed."
Slender and long-limbed, the young girl flew above him. Her blond hair and red cape danced in the wind, just like the barely-there skirt fluttering up and around her hips. Her panties were white and skimpy, he saw. Very skimpy. She turned towards him and smiled. "Race me?" "What for?" "To see if you can keep up with me?" He really should not, young Conner Kent thought, with a nervous twinge, before rushing after the blonde vanishing in the distance.
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"How-?" Steel asked weakly, following her as far as the locked neck sections would allow. "W-What are you-?" At the door, she glanced over a shoulder, smiling. "I'm more than you could handle, obviously." As the door slammed shut behind her, Steel realized he would remain trapped by his dead armor until someone could help him. Biological functions could be serious problems soon. At least his penis still remained on the outside, but what if his niece Natasha was the one to find him like that? How could he explain what had happened? And what could he ever tell Superman?
"Look, don't take me wrong, but it's not that big a deal, really. For us, on Earth. Everyone does it." She stared out at the city through a window. "Everyone. No big deal. It's just... curiosity, you see. One can't help it, really." Could a telepath sense her blushing? Laconically, J'onn J'onzz shook his head.
PART FOUR: WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT HASSLE
"Indeed," Ultraman said, staring. Her arched back thrust her chest out even more prominently, the round opening at its center showcasing how the round teats pressed tightly against each other, bound by the white bodysuit's taut fabric. She sat straight again. "I didn't mean THAT." "Oh, you meant me?" Ultraman placed his hands behind his neck with a smug smile, letting the musculature of his broad chest and arms bulge under his own skin-tight clothing. "Please," she scoffed, and gestured at the expanse of starry sky surrounding them on the open terrace atop Ultraman's floating fortress. Below, the curved edge of the Earth glowed with the setting sun. "I meant THAT." "That? Um. Not much compared to present company." She smiled, pleased, despite her better judgment. "Are you always this arrogant?" "Why shouldn't I?" "You can come off like a jerk, you know." "I can?" "A bit," she laughed. "But if you're anything like your counterpart-" "Ah. Him." His eyes narrowed. "Did you two-?" "Us-?" She felt her face grow warm. "You mean like-?" "Yeah. Like that." "Uh, no. No." She stood up from the dinner table, moving towards the terrace's low railing. "Couldn't really." "Couldn't?" "I mean, we may be related." "Really?" Ultraman smiled. Whether she was his sister, daughter or grandmother, the Other had to be stupid to pass on such a spectacular piece of ass. "You don't know?" "I'm most likely Kryptonian. It just isn't certain..." He followed her. "Wouldn't stop me." "Stop you?" "You know." "Even if I-?" "Wouldn't you want to?" Karen blushed, but shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Maybe." She could never deny her attraction to Superman. She continuously flirted with him, half playfully, half hopefully. But could she be blamed? He was Earth's greatest hero, and was so noble, and strong, and handsome. Everyone from Diana to Zatanna would bang him if they could. And she almost had, that time under the influence of Lust of the Seven Sins. Nothing more than some very aggressive kissing and fondling had happened, but she often thought about it during her most private moments, with far more regret than embarrassment. And of course, a White Martian once ended up getting in her pants just by pretending to be him. Was she now attracted to this Ultraman just because of the resemblance, too? "He's a fool, then," he said. She frowned. "He's not." "Must be." He moved closer. "Or is he with anyone better? Than you?" That struck her pride. Lois was ok, of course, and not that bad-looking, for a powerless, flat-chested, venom-tongued shrew, but really, there was no comparison. Even if it were Diana who... She shook her head. "No. Not better, but..." He leaned towards her. "There couldn't be anyone better." "Yeah. You're just saying that to get into my pants." "Who wouldn't want to? Besides a fool?" She bit her lower lip. "He's not a fool." His face was very close to hers now. "How do you call someone who ignores the hottest woman in two universes?" "Bet you say that to any chick with just a good rack." He came closer; much, much closer. "Your rack is just 'good' like the sun is just warm." "Please. How corny can you get?" But she did not pull back. "And you are much more than your perfect, awesome rack..." "Oh, really?" "-Or your killer legs, or luscious ass..." "Really?" His mouth was almost on hers. "Dinner is served," Brainiac interrupted.
Luthor glanced at the others and nodded. A glowing green bubble surrounded them, and the Flash began running, faster and faster, his feet turning into a blur. The world outside the energy bubble did the same.
"Is it?" "Oh, yes!" She swallowed, eyes closed in obvious delight. "It's... amazing!" "Bet you are, too." "Oh, cut that out." Power Girl licked her smiling lips. "I mean, really, how come?" "Um?" "How can a murderous evil robot be such a great cook?" Ultraman shrugged. "Maybe gets recipes online or something. Don't know, don't care. Just tell it to cook, and it does." "How did it end like... that?" She would not look at the hovering skull-like thing, knowing its very sight could spoil her appetite. "As your servant?" "What better use? Was that or the scrap heap." "Don't you feel weird? With it around?" "I like keeping it at hand. Remind it of its proper place." She grimaced. "But must it WATCH us?" He smiled. "Watch us? Watch us when-?" "When we eat." He shrugged. "Don't mind it. It's just a thing." "It's an ugly thing. Too ugly not to mind. I mean, a floating brain with feelers? Ugh." "You heard her," Ultraman said. "Put something on." Metal fragments and organic-appearing globules flew up from multiple places in the bulkheads, to gather around the hovering Brainiac. Within seconds a slim, green-skinned humanoid took shape, much like the android Power Girl knew from her universe. It even seemed to wear green and pink clothing. "Better?" Ultraman asked. "I guess." She frowned. "Still gives me the creeps, though." He smiled. "Maybe you need to be held?" "Dream on." She closed her eyes again with the last mouthful of exquisitely prepared fruti di mar. "God... Best I ever had." "You'll say that again, later." "You sure?" "Of course." "Maybe I've had it really great before." "You don't know what's great yet." "Dessert, ma'am?" Brainiac asked, his very approach making her tense involuntarily, despite the adopted human-like appearance. "Um, no. Er... Thanks. Must watch the figure." Ultraman leaned closer. "I can do that watching." "Can you?" "That, and much, much more." "Really?" She smiled. Maybe seafood was really an aphrodisiac. Her right foot rose under the table, daringly moving towards his groin. "So how much are we talking about?" The sudden explosion rocked the orbiting citadel.
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"Who else?" "But her hair? And costume-?" "So she got a makeover? Big fucking deal." "But-?" "Just look at the huge tits!" "Er..." "Who else has such a rack?" "Well..." "Just take her down!"
"Welcome to my Earth, Justice League," Alexander Luthor muttered. Broken columns and other remnants rose high over a carpet of black ash, their marble blackened by something more than just the elements. John Stewart glanced about for danger, ready to channel his will through his power ring. There was an ominous feeling of wrongness all about. Wally West frowned under the mask of his Flash costume. Luthor had given the treadmill coordinates for the trans-dimensional trip. "Where are we? Greece? Are those ruins-?" "No. NO." Wally turned to Wonder Woman, alarmed by the unusual tenor of her voice. "Diana?" John Stewart also stared. There was something behind that repeated word that he had never associated with the Amazon Princess. There was fear. "No," she repeated, almost inaudibly. "It cannot-" Luthor reached for her hand. "I'm sorry, Diana." "IT CAN'T BE-!" She flew up and rushed towards the ruins. Flash raced after her instantly. "What's going on?" Stewart demanded. "Where are we? What happened here?" "Neutron bomb testing happened." Luthor looked down. "Those who lived here once called this island Themyscira."
PART FIVE: DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE?
"Damn Underground," Ultraman snarled, kicking the fallen table aside. "Must be insane to dare to-!" "WHO-?" "The Just-! Um, just 'The Underground'. Enemies." Energy beams erupted from his eyes, making the flying attackers scatter. Power Girl nodded. "Like my world's Injustice League." "Injustice League? What a stupid name."
"Dead," Luthor said, eyes downcast. "All of them. Gone, decades ago. Nothing left. Unless you count her." "Who?" "Superwoman."
Power Girl's kick brought the oversized albino in the impeccable tuxedo to his knees, while the floating platform rocked with the shocks of combat. "What's with the fancy threads, Grundy?" Her fist struck his jaw. "Not into grunge anymore?" "Wait." He shook his head, and tried to rise to elbows and knees. "I thought-" "Doubt that." Her next blow sprawled the chalk-hued man flat over the metal deck. He grimaced, struggling to look up. "But... If you are not-?" "Don't you dare call me Boobie Girl here, too!" Her foot hit his head, and he collapsed, unconscious. As she turned, a blast of focused sound energy struck near her, making the platform shudder. "SHIT!" Taking to the air, she narrowly avoided a second blast. "YOU CAN'T FOOL US, YOU SLUT!" her attacker yelled. Power Girl charged at the caped woman. "WHO'RE YOU CALLING A SLUT?"
"Shut the fuck up," Ultraman said, his fist traveling at supersonic speed, reaching Grundy before his words.
Wally stood respectfully away. He had never seen Wonder Woman cry.
The gorilla freedom fighter moved to the platform's edge, but stopped, and his wide simian nose furrowed. Even at a distance, Ultraman's mate smelled different to him, and for an instant, Grodd doubted. But finally, he just shrugged and resumed his escape plan. He dared not reach for her mind in particular. And those near-bald humans all seemed the same to him, anyway.
"Can't wait to get on me?" "Shut up!" She spat, wincing. Why the hell did they always target her chest?
Grundy mumbled weakly. "She - She is not-" "Later." He threw Grundy far over the citadel's edge, trusting Lady Sonar to make the catch, and then jumped away himself, just after releasing most of his stored energy in a single, explosive flash.
Wonder Woman shook her head. "Why-? How-? How could anyone-?" "That is the way of this world, Diana," Alexander said. "Mindless destruction. Selfish indifference." "There's atomic testing on our world, too." John Stewart knew it was not the right thing to say, but there were no right things to say in the face of such tragedies, and he was bothered by the wrong and right contra-positions everyone accepted so readily about all this. He refused to believe it; morality was not such an easy thing. "But we did not nuke Paradise Island," Wally muttered. Stewart winced. Some people could stick their feet even deeper. "So they had less luck here?" Diana asked hoarsely. "It is all just luck?" "No," Alexander came to her, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's about ruling forces. Evil rules this world, Diana. Will always do. Unless it can be destroyed." Stewart shook his head. "Evil is not a force. It's a behavior, a choice." "What choice did the Amazons have?" "It was the people who-" "You are a Green Lantern. You come from a universe where benevolent immortal Guardians empowered a space-faring peace-keeping force. Here there are the Weaponeers of Qward, and the Power Ring I know is armed with an eldritch spirit of corruption and destruction." Luthor's eyes narrowed. "Don't tell me about evil and choices. I know more than-" "Maybe we should start looking for Karen," Wally cut in. "Yes. Maybe we should," John Stewart said, his eyes blazing green. Luthor nodded, and a hologram of a spinning Earth was projected from his gauntlet. "The highlighted areas are where my devices registered the dimensional breach." "That's a lot to cover." "I narrowed it as much as possible. Your powers are suitable for a large-scale search." Luthor offered two small green button-like nodules. "Can remain in contact with these." "Thanks," Wally said, taking one. Green light scanned the offered device. "I can do it through my ring," Stewart said. "Fine," Luthor replied. "Look for disturbances. Your friend will probably stand out very noticeably here." "Karen stand out noticeably?" Wally smirked. "You bet." "I will stay with Diana, for now."
"DAMN IT! WHAT FUCKING USE ARE YOU? GET THE FUCK AWAY!" Power Girl frowned at Ultraman's rage. The guy was really temperamental. "Maybe it wasn't his fault," she said, after Brainiac bowed and left. She was beginning to feel sorry for the creepy machine after all. "He's in charge of fixing things here, making them work. Anything doesn't work, it's his fucking fault." "Cool down, Big Guy. I didn't like that those jerks got away, either. But you were just riding him a bit too hard, you know." Ultraman smiled a one-sided smirk. "I can do that, yes. Ride someone real hard." Power Girl sighed. "Look, maybe it's not a good idea to-" "How hard would you-?" "Shouldn't you be going out on patrol or something?" "On patrol?" "Righting wrongs, and all that. There are kittens in trees here, too, no?" Ultraman frowned.
"So why the mad on, John? Against the guy?" "I don't like him." "Well, he looks just like OUR Luthor, so you may..." "It's not that." "Ok, he's coming on to Diana pretty strong, and maybe there was something there. But who can blame him? It's Diana. We should not get jealous if-" "What? I'm not jealous." "Look, it's Diana. We're are all you-know over her. It's ok." "I'm not jealous." "Hey, I'm jealous, and I'm happily married." "I'M NOT JEALOUS." "Sure. Whatever you say." "I just don't buy it." "Buy it?" "This whole right and wrong thing." "Come on, don't start all subjectivity on me. Right and wrong do exist. WE should know." "Not like this. Not where a whole world is categorically all wrong." "It's not that simple." "Precisely. It's never that simple." "And you're angry over that? Over ethics or semantics or whatever? When we just saw a whole nation dead? Diana's people?" "And why did he take us there? Why show HER? Why show THAT to HER?"
Standing before the giant monitor screen at the Panopticon, Owlman shrugged. "He just wants to get laid." "Get laid?" "Yes. Have sex." "Sex, yeah. Get it." Power Ring frowned at the image of Ultraman helping people in a train accident, people who had not paid special protection, and most likely could never pay any worthwhile sum. "Blonde's hot as hell, sure. Can see that. Awesome tits and ass." The perpetual muttering from the glowing ring on his finger rose to audibility: "GREAT BOOBS. GREAT ASS. I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT." Owlman nodded. "How perceptive. Of you two." "But why the fuck's he doing all that crazy shit? Helping people for free? Stopping licensed muggings and arson? That's just fucked up." "He's trying to impress her." "Impress her? Throw her to the ground and rape her, that will impress her ass, alright. What need's there to-?" "I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT," added the entity bound in the ring. "But she wouldn't like it." "Fuck that. Who cares?" "She's actually very strong. Enough to put up a real fight." "So you just beat the shit out of her harder. Makes it better in the end. Hell, I'll help. I'll-!" "I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT." "She's different. And he's noticed. And he's interested. It's almost... surprising." "Different? Different how?" Was there any point in explaining? Not really. "Look, you know how Superwoman is always offering you some-?" "You bet! Damn teasing whore-!" "I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT." "Flaunting herself." "I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT." "But she never lets you have any." "Yeah! ROTTEN COCKTEASE-!" "And then she sneers at you, like even if you tried, you could never really please her, never be enough for her, never truly have her-?" "FUCK THAT! IF ONLY I-!" "And you know that no matter how easy it seems, to just reach out and get some-" "FUCK! IF ONLY-!" "-She'll always be right? So no matter what you got or not, you never had a real chance? You just... never mattered." "Fuck. Yeah. Damn bitch." "Well, the blonde is just the opposite." "Opposite? But... both are hot." "I'D HIT IT!" "She offers just enough to show that she IS interested, and that it will not be easy, but if you try hard enough, you may get a chance. And maybe you'll be just right for her." Power Ring frowned. "No shit?" "I'D... HIT IT?" "That may be even better than getting some by force, see? Even HE knows, now." "What do you mean, like, right for her-?" "I think I should meet her now." Power Ring nodded, like he understood, and then went looking for the john. It did not matter. Owlman never really talked WITH you, anyway. That did not matter, too. But the blonde was really hot. "I'D HIT IT. I'D HIT IT."
"Diana," he began after a long period of uncomfortable silence. "I know it's not... But if there is anything I can...?" Without a word, Wonder Woman spun, and pushed Luthor to his back. Throwing a leg over him she straddled his armored body, and reaching behind her back, began to unclasp her golden-plated top. Time to open his armor, Luthor knew.
"That ain't no fucking bird! No fucking plane, too!" "Who the fuck-?" The old man stared in disbelief as the communications antenna rose up in the air, lifted up by the flying man, seconds before it collapsed on the crowd. "It's... Ultraman?" The name was repeated in hushed tones among the people, fear unwilling to release their minds. No one dared to ask out loud. No one wanted to attract attention. You lived longer that way. It had to be a trick, the old man knew. A trick. To later do something much worse. Something truly awful. It had to be. Or it made no sense. Why else would Ultraman seem to help people without a motive? Something involving greed or sadism? People all around began to flee in growing panic, having reached similar conclusions. The old man spat on the ground, disgusted. What was the world coming to? When you could not trust anything anymore? When you couldn't even trust bastards to act like bastards?
PART SIX: YOUR PLACE OR MINE?
A metallic voice spoke in greeting: "Looking mighty fine today, Kara Zor-El." "Like always." "Word." "Is Kal-El in?" "Master Kal-El is off on a mission. Left me boss. So I'm here for you, babe." "Dream on." "Is that Tweelex?" Conner Kent frowned, shuffling his feet before the entrance to the Fortress, baffled by the words and tone of the servant drone. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, despite freezing cold that would be lethal to most people, but Kara, with her exposed midriff and leg-baring mini-miniskirt, looked even more out of place in the Artic wasteland. But he was not complaining about her skimpy outfit. "Whassup, kid? Always look that constipated?" "Can we come in or what?" "Hold on to yer panties, homies. OK. Genetic scans match." Barriers, both physical and unseen, parted, and the floating golden drone watched them enter. "Use the doormat, will ya? Ain't cleaning up yer messes today." "Why's it talking like that?" Conner whispered. Kara shrugged. "Was reprogrammed, I think, by that one who's good with machines." "Steel?" "Who?" "Big guy with the hammer?" "The old guy? No. The girl, with the funny hair and the fat butt." "Natasha? Steel's niece?" "Whatever. Move along, Tweelex. Leave us alone. Stay out of our way." "Later, babe." Conner scratched his closely-cropped hair as they entered the crystal-walled hall of Superman's redoubt. Actually, Natasha's butt had always looked pretty good to him, but of course, the compact firmness under the mini-skirt just before him was really something else. Kryptonian booty: literally out of this world. "Hadn't been here in a while," he muttered, feeling more and more guilty with every step into the Fortress. Things were going well with Cassie lately, and here he was thinking about other girls' butts, among other things. "Maybe I shouldn't-" "There they are," Kara said, taking him by the hand and tugging him along. The memorials were life-like holographic recreations, a dozen feet high each, dressed in traditional Kryptonian attire. Nearby, Kara's rocket ship was also on display. Superman was pretty big on the memorabilia thing. "Jor-El and Lara, Kal-El's parents," Kara explained, pointing. Her other hand still held Conner's, to his discomfort. "And these are mine... Were mine." Conner noticed the quaver in her voice, and he looked down, not knowing what to say about Kara's loss. A clone, raised artificially at Cadmus, he had known no parents. He wondered if that made it easier or worse. "Kal had the likenesses fashioned from records in the ship, but they match my memories. Mostly." She had not let his hand go. "Don't they look great? Together?" "Uh, yeah." "I miss it. Being a family. A Kryptonian family." "You have your cousin." "Kal-El? He's... Well, we're not really that close these days. He has very... quaint ideas about... some things." "Things?" "Important things. Like continuation." "Uh?" "Of the Kryptonian Line." "You mean-?" "Of our kind. We are the last. It could be our end." Conner coughed uncomfortably. Superman and Supergirl, lone survivors of Krypton, and cousins? That was the sort of thing you made jokes about. Redneck jokes. "You mean...?" "We owe it, to them." She gestured at the shinning memorials. "To Krypton. To us." "So you-?" "But he won't." "He won't?" She looked down, pouting. "Won't." "Woah." Man of Steel indeed. She turned to him then, tossing over one shoulder the flowing blonde hair, her huge blue eyes shining bright as she tightened her grip on his hand. "But of course, he's not the only one with Kryptonian genes, right?" Conner blanched. He doubted she meant Krypto the Superdog.
Power Girl beamed, entering the vast atrium of Ultraman's Fortress. Her white outfit was stained and her face and hair smudged with ash, but she exulted in exercising her powers while helping others, in letting loose. Ultraman followed her, his brow furrowed. She flicked at his chin with a finger, playfully. "Come on, cheer up. We can do more later, after I freshen up." He grunted. Karen shrugged, but was really pleasantly impressed. He was hard to make out, going from cocky jerk to brooding, sullen hero in seconds, but he had been so capable, so powerful, while showing at the same a strange, intriguing uncertainty, as if he were uncomfortable with being a hero, with the universal admiration of the world. And the people here were really in awe of him. Everyone they had helped had just stared up at him speechlessly. She was warming up to him again. A lot. She smiled broadly. "So... Do more later? Freshen up? Take the hint?" The voice came from a shadowed alcove, deceptively soft. "You may need to spell it out a bit more clearly." Power Girl turned, startled. "Who-?" Ultraman's eyes hardened. "You-?" Owlman walked out from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back, expression hidden by his cowl. "Thought to drop by and greet your guest." "How did you get in without-?" "Have my ways, you know." Karen crossed her arms before her. "Figures you had your own creepy guy who sneaks about in the dark, too." "Owlman." He extended a hand gently. "Pleased to meet you." "Owlman? Really?" She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. He had barely glanced at her body, but his eyes seemed to pierce hers. "Um... Power Girl, they call me." She took his hand, and her eyes registered surprise. "Lovely. So will I call you, then." Ultraman seethed with obvious anger. "What do you want?" The caped man turned to him, seeming to abandon all awareness of Karen's presence along with her hand. "There was an intrusion. From elsewhere." "Elsewhere?" "You know." Ultraman snorted in dismissal. "You deal with it. I'm busy." "I'm sure you are. Wonder what someone else would-?" "Go. Now." Owlman smiled, a wide, mirthless smile. "She may even like it. Or not?" Karen frowned. "I may like what?" Owlman turned again to her, for an instant, but this time, Karen felt examined from head to toe, with cold, clinical interest. "Many may like many things." The lights went out, plunging them into darkness, darkness that spanned more than the usual visual spectrum. Ultraman's eyebeams pierced the blackness, unsuccessfully. "BRAINIAC!" The lights returned suddenly, but Owlman was gone. Karen flexed the hand that Owlman had held. "Ours does that crap all the time, too." "Apologies, Master," Brainiac muttered, still in the shape of a thin, green humanoid. For a second it seemed like Ultraman would again unleash his anger on the android, but the moment passed. "See how he got in and fix that." "There was something about him," Karen muttered. "I felt... weak, when he..." "Power dampeners," Ultraman pursed his mouth, his anger rising. "Damn toys-!" "Don't worry. Ours is also an asshole."
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"Kara, what do you-?" She moved close to him, very close. "Do I really need to explain?" It had to be a joke. Or a test. Or a dream. "Er, I'm kinda, uh, seeing someone." "And I'm seeing you. Here. Now." Conner stared. Not even his wet dreams made things so easy. "But... Look, we barely known each other-" "We can start working on that right now." He stiffened as her chest brushed against his. Hard nipples were noticeably poking at him. He stiffened everywhere. "Er, actually, I was born, or made, here, on Earth. Cloned." "Yes, from him." He tried not to glance down from her bright eyes. "I mean... I... I'm not really Kryptonian." "Your genes are." "Only like half of them. Maybe even less." "That should be enough." He swallowed hard. She was more than enough, too. For anyone. "But... Can't even know where the rest came from. Could be anywhere. Anyone. Anything. You wouldn't want-?" She pressed hard against him, her face coming far too close to his for comfort. "Oh, I do want." Embracing him, she grabbed at his buttocks. "-But I may be half of a supervillain or something!" "Nobody's perfect."
The power ring scanned the urban landscape below with a wide beam, while the protective aura around John Stewart shielded him from both attack and detection. He had used the ring to tap into newscasts, but had soon become horrified. Cascading reports of collective death and starvation, of bloody wars and political strife, alternated casually with ridiculously extended coverage of the superficial excesses of the powerful and unaccountable. There had been no useful hints about Power Girl's whereabouts, with most airplay devoted to speculation on Ultraman's obscure new gambit, and some woman's much-discussed makeover. John had been able to take no more. The night had fallen, and he wondered if he should check on Wonder Woman.
"Uh, thanks." Power Girl walked uneasily by the frail-looking green humanoid. The electrode grid on its hairless skull was the only obvious reminder of its artificial nature, yet it still gave her the creeps. "May I take your garments, Ma'am?" It extended thin arms. Power Girl stepped back. It may just be trying to be helpful, but there was no way she would let it touch her again. "Will undress myself, thanks." "As you wish, Ma'am." "Alone, too." "My apologies, Ma'am. I must take your garments for mending, washing and pressing. Such are my ordered functions." That put her more at ease. The tame Brainiac was creepy, but it was just a thing. A device. Programmed for service. She should not feel uncomfortable in its presence. She would not think twice about getting naked before a fridge or a washer, after all. "You can come in and pick them up after I've gotten into the bath." "As you wish, Ma'am." Its tone was so servile, she felt sorry for it again. But she did not want the thing to see her nude. She liked to choose carefully who got such privileges. "So, out, please." "As you wish, Ma'am."
He had raced through two crowded cities already, through every street and alley, looking for clues about Karen, stopping seventeen burglaries and hold-ups along the way, too fast for his presence to be even noticed. But as he searched the crumbled industrial yard, something came at him, out the dark. Something fast. It almost got him. He ducked and something missed him, something sharp and deadly, from the way the steel sheet behind him was gouged. He counter-attacked, and the cyclonic winds generated by his spinning arms sent the attacker to slam against a pile of rusted pipes. "Hold on, will you... uh, Miss-?" The figure was certainly female. She crouched, snarling at him, her lean body covered only by light fur. "I won't be captured, Quick, nor will I die alone." A blinking eye would have been missed her rush, but he was ready now, and the clawed hands found only air. "I don't think anyone should die," Wally commented from a safe distance, trying not to stare. It was surprising how the fur highlighted more than it concealed. "Er, you're this place's Cheetah, right-? The sudden explosion of light propelled her body limply into the air.
Conner almost choked. Cassie would kill him. "Oh, damn." He gasped breathlessly. "I don't think this is a good-" "We can do it all over the place, don't worry." She was slender, with just the perfect amount of curves on her body, and he was completely conscious of most of them in her embrace. It took all his resolve to keep his hands away, but she was not doing the same. "I-MMF! I really-MMMF-Can't- MMM-MMMF-!" Cassie had never been like this. Never. "Let's get naked," she rasped, biting at his neck. Such words from her could make anyone cry, and he almost did, from desperate frustration. A choice between Wonder Girl and Supergirl was likely many a guy's fantasy, but Conner knew it was anything but fun. Cassie was cute and sexy, in a girl-next-door way, but Kara was teenage supermodel hot. There was no question. He just cared about Cassie. "I can't." "Really? Says different, down here." He gasped. Definitely nothing like Cassie. "No, really. I can't. I... just can't." She stopped. "What? What's wrong?" He sighed, pulling back from her. "I just... I care for someone. Someone else." She frowned. "Who? The short fat blonde?" "She's not fat!" Kara stepped back, and shrugged. "Fine. You can keep her. I'm not jealous." And then she took her clothes off.
PART SEVEN: MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE
Luthor groaned loudly. A normal man's pelvis would have long been ground to dust. Even his nanotech-enhanced strength was being taxed to the limits by Wonder Woman's wanton mixture of passion and outrage. But some things were worth the risk.
The sickly, yellowish-green hue of the energy blast was hint enough, but the words clinched it. That was not their John Stewart up there, Flash knew, but a local thug, and that meant the Crime Syndicate had found him. He did a quick sidestep and avoided a deadly blast, but another followed, and another. "FUCK! STAY STILL!" He ran, ducking and weave amidst a barrage of destructive blasts. "STAY FUCKING STILL!" Reaching the fallen furry woman, Flash picked her up, and raced away, swerving abruptly in evasive maneuvers, deadly blasts in his wake. You do not face a flying enemy with long-range weaponry and a forcefield while carrying an injured victim, so he would simply leave the jerk to eat his dust. Or so he planned. Improbably, someone tripped him, and startled, Wally fell, twisting to protect the woman, grimacing at the painful cost of striking the debris-covered ground with his back. "THINK-YOU'RE-FAST?" Johnny Quick laughed. "WE-CAN-DO-FAST-HERE-TOO!"
And Cassie would kill him. "Look, I'm sorry. You're beautiful. You're amazing. Most guys would die to be with you. Really. But I-I just can't." First Starfire. Now this. It was truly heart-breaking. Now Starfire, she was world-class-centerfold nova-hot. Alien warrior princess and galaxy-wide sex symbol, she was also the Titans combat teacher, and a couple of months past, in her homeworld of Vega, Conner had the once-in-a-million chance to do her, too. And he had passed. Because of Cassie. He had never told anyone. Cassie would have killed him just for being in the situation in the first place. Conner felt this meant he was growing up. Or crazy. Or both. And Starfire had been cool about it. Kara, however, would not take no for an answer, and it was really hard to say no to her anyway. Everyone knew Kara was a bit out there. Since first showing up as Superman's cousin, she got into trouble everywhere, overdoing the whole rebel trip, picking up fights, and even picking up somewhere a big-ass tattoo just above her ass, which he could really see now. They even say she got into a big ugly mess in Apokolips or something. But it just made the idea of hot-crazy-chick-sex even harder to pass. And what was the use of being in the superhero thing if you couldn't have hot-crazy-chick-sex sometimes? Like Batman did not bang Poison Ivy, or Catwoman, or who knew who else. Sure, Cir-El was kinda nuts, too, calling herself Supergirl before Kara came along, but that did not count. Everyone had done Cir-El. Even Krypto. Also, it was before Cassie, and things turned ugly for that girl in the end, he heard, so he didn't want to think about it. But Cassie would really kill him. "Please! I CAN'T-!" "Oh, shut up," Kara said, pulling back. "And stop squirming! Or I'll bite." He groaned as she took him again in her mouth. Cassie would really kill him. It wasn't his fault. He really tried. To be a good boyfriend. To be faithful. But what could he do? He was practically being raped here. He couldn't get a break. What was next? Wonder Woman and an orgy in Paradise Island?
"Leave something to show Owlman," Power Ring said, floating above. Johnny Quick's laughter was a high whine to normal ears, just like his fists were a blur to normal eyes, but the Flash lived at that pace, so he experienced in relative real time the use of his stomach as punching bag. When the Cheetah pounced at Quick, even that seemed slow, but Quick had been facing the wrong way. Quick screamed as the claws rent his flesh, missing his spine only by a reflexive arching of his back. Seeing the chance, Wally kicked out, clumsily, but striking Quick's face. "WHAT-?" Power Ring was far too slow to help his partner, but he willed the energy vise to slam the Flash brutally against a metal column. With just a twist he would break the do-gooder's neck. "YOU BITCH! I'LL FUCK TO DEATH EACH OF YOUR DAMN LIVES-! SEE NOW HOW I KILL THIS-!" Wally tried to vibrate through the solid-energy grip, but could not find the right frequency, and darkness rushed to claim him. But the darkness then gave way to light. Bright emerald light.
Making a decision, Tweelex granted access.
They called her a kid, that she was just too young, and didn't know better, but who was the one concerned about the future of a whole people? Of her people? Didn't that matter? She was the only one who seemed to care. She was the one really being responsible. She was also just tired of guys playing hard to get, and had not had a good lay since Kandor. Conner was a bit thick, and not where it counted, and his whining about his stupid Earthling girlfriend was driving her nuts, but she knew he wanted it. It just made sense. She could see Kal-El in him, just younger, and less stuffy. He was almost as big as Kal-El, too, which was nice. Far from Darkseid, of course, but it would do. "Well, what do we have here?" Conner's eyes bulged out. Releasing him, Kara turned towards the chamber's entrance with rising anger. Nobody should be able to interrupt them. Not here. Not now. Her eyes opened wide, too. "Lois?" "Ms. Lane?" Conner echoed faintly. "Girl, you suck," said the new arrival. "What?" The buxom, dark-haired woman started towards them, high-heeled boots clicking noisily on the floor. "Really, you suck. At sucking." Kara's temper flared. "WHAT?" The older woman smiled, licking her lips. "Maybe you need a lesson."
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Wally gasped and wheezed on the ground, nursing his throat, trusting his accelerated metabolism to heal his bruised trachea, while green lightshows lit the night. "What-took-you-so-long?" he rasped hoarsely. "Sorry." John Stewart muttered. "I... somehow got distracted." "YOU FUCKER!" Power Ring's fury was channeled into raging plasma. "I'LL RAM THAT RING UP YOUR ASS! ALONG WITH YOUR SEVERED ARM!" "Really?" John Stewart's eyes narrowed with concentration, multiple emerald defensive plates slanting at just the right angles to deflect the myriad attacks. "WILLPOWER, BITCHES! IT'S ALL 'BOUT IT! AND MINE'S BIGGER THAN ANY!" "Really?" Short moments later, Power Ring struck the ground, cursing and moaning in pain, the voice from his ring squealing: "SHIT! SHIT! SHIT-!" Stewart allowed himself a smile. "It's knowing how to use it, too."
He should be looking forward to the girl, but Owlman's smug expression would not leave his mind. The fucker had to be planning something. Owlman was always planning something. He should kill the smug fucker one of these days. Maybe it was the play-acting, getting him testy. He felt like a chump, doing people unpaid favors. Good deeds? How ridiculous. But then, he planned to collect big in the end. Her end. "Brainiac!" "Yes, Master?" The reply echoed from the very walls of the Fortress. Posing no danger since being lobotomized, Brainiac was now plugged into everything for convenience. "Put the video feeds from her bath into the big monitors." "As you wish, Master." Ultraman sat back, to enjoy the view. He should really kill the smug fucker one of these days.
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"Er, sorry. I'm sorry." Conner blushed and looked away from the impressive boobs blatantly displayed by the tight costume's outrageously sweeping neckline. He had never seen Superman's wife dressed like that before, and she certainly never had such huge knockers either. He would have noticed. Impossible not to notice. Sure she was always kinda hot, but those tits were now in a different class of hot altogether. Starfire, Power Girl, or Wonder Woman class hot. "Oh, go ahead, stare." She laughed, placing her gloved hands at her waist, booted feet spread apart. Her bare thighs led to the brazenly high-cut upper-bodysuit, and metal shoulder pads held a short cape. Her cleavage made Conner dizzy. You could see aureoles and all. "Time you knew what a real woman looks like." Kara's mouth found speech again. "What's going on? Why are you here? And dressed like-?" "After all, teenagers are only good for warming up." "WHAT?" She strode towards them, everything bouncing with each step. "Get your skinny ass out of the way, girl." Casually, she pushed the young blonde aside. Kara Zor-El stared in disbelief. Kal-El's pathetic Earthling mate had just pushed her aside, pushed a Kryptonian aside, like it was nothing. She turned to Conner, but he had not looked up from the cow's cleavage. "Not bad." She stood before Conner, looking down as well, with a smile. Glancing up at his chest, she traced with a finger the red "S"-symbol on his black t-shirt. "And you were copied from Superman, you said?" "Er, maybe we shouldn't be here," Conner muttered, trying to move back, stumbling because of the jeans bunched at his ankles, but she grabbed at him, holding him in place. "Just let me show you how it's done." She knelt down before him. "You see, girl, you gotta know how to use your hands. And your tongue." "Oh, fuck," Conner repeated, staring down in disbelief. Lois Lane had just grabbed his dick. Superman's wife had just grabbed his dick. And she was about to blow him. Cassie would really kill him. "YOU BITCH!" Conner fell back on his ass as Kara pulled the older woman off him by the hair.
PART EIGHT: THREE MAKES COMPANY
"FUCK!" She jumped back, into the air, hovering several feet above the carpet. "I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT BEFORE!" "Yes, Ma'am." "YES, MA'AM?" "Yes, Ma'am. Your order was obeyed. Then, as ordered, after you entered the bath, your garments were retrieved." "BUT YOU ARE HERE AGAIN!" "Yes, Ma'am. Your garments were mended, cleaned, pressed, and brought back. They are over the bed. May I be of any assistance now, Ma'am?" "YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!" "I am supposed to be of service, Ma'am." "BUT I'M NAKED!" "That is correct, Ma'am. May I be of any assistance about that, Ma'am?" She almost ordered the thing to go fuck itself, but collected herself. She breathed out slowly, and stood on the carpet. The thing just followed orders. She had not ordered it explicitly to stay away whenever she was not presentable. "May I pick up your towel, Ma'am?" In her anger, she had forgotten to even cover herself. It was a bit late for modesty, now. "Don't bother. I can do it." "May I towel you dry, Ma'am?" "No!" She dried herself vigorously, trying to ignore the thing staring at her. Yet it did not really stare, not like most everyone did. It was strange to be looked at so indifferently, without personal interest. Owlman did that, too, but this was a machine after all, so it was normal. "May I hand you a robe, Ma'am?" "Oh, well. Why not? Yes. A robe." Brainiac offered a long, white terry-cloth robe, spreading it out for her arms. "Uh, thanks." It closed the robe before her, from behind, and she tensed, but then it just tied her sash loosely. No attempt to touch her, to grope her. "May I do your hair now, Ma'am?" "Uh, yes. Thanks." Her previous discomfort was now embarrassing. The thing was really harmless. "Can you do nails?" "Can do whatever you need, Ma'am." She smiled. It was kinda fun to feel so pampered.
"They got away?" Owlman cocked his head to a side. "Or you got away? After they kicked your asses? There is a difference, you know." "Uh, well..." Power Ring looked down, and his ring mumbled inaudibly. Johnny Quick just darted from place to place in the room, shaking his head so fast it hummed. Owlman rubbed his brow. You just could not get good help these days.
"We are proof," the one with the ring said. "A better world?" It could be a trick. But why bother? She had been helpless. They had nothing to gain from fooling her. Yet what they said was too good to be true. "Yes. You bet," the one in red rasped. She wondered how fast he really was. "We should have followed them," the ring-man muttered. "We should-" "Too risky. We can't win here, John. Not really win." He shook his head. "We did beat them." "There's a risk anything may turn for the worse, or even affect our world." "Could I go there?" Cheetah cut in. "To your world?" Both turned to her. "Uh, Miss-?" "Priscilla." "Miss Priscilla, both Earths are supposed to be in balance." "The moral balance thing is nonsense. That evil is favored to win here, while good does in ours-?" "People are balanced, too," the fast one continued. "An unnatural shift from one world to the other will create an imbalance that the universes must correct somehow." The ring-wielder frowned. "Like the law of conservation of mass." "Exactly." He turned to her. "It... could be dangerous." Her slanted eyes narrowed. "But you are here. Now." "We're looking for one of ours, taken from our world. To reestablish the balance." "Could I take that place? If you don't find this person?" They avoided her eyes. "We will find her."
"Wow," he muttered. They were pretty serious about it. Maybe he should feel bad about it, or something. "Holy crap!" There went one of the memorials. How had Ms. Lane done that? And when had Superman's wife gotten such powers anyway? With boob upgrade included? Nobody ever told him anything. "Ouch!" He flinched. He had never seen women fight like that. Were chicks always so vicious with one another? "Damn!" It seemed like Kara was actually getting her ass handed in to her. He should really feel bad about it. "OUCH! That must've hurt!"
"Karen wasn't where Luthor estimated. We must go back, and expand the search." "I'll keep searching. You must rest." "The Syndicate will be after us now. Other groups, too, probably. We can't afford-" "You were hurt," John said. "And it was my fault. You can't-" "I'm fine," Flash sighed. "I heal fast, too. But I must-" "Is this place dangerous?" Cheetah asked, stepping from the dense Paradise Island foliage, her svelte figure fitting in with the wild environs. She carried various fruits in her hands. "Radiation and that? Are these safe?" "Neutron bomb minimizes long-term danger. No lingering fallout." "How thoughtful." She handed a fruit to each of the men. Flash sighed, and sat down to eat. "Should check up on Diana, meanwhile." "Better not." Stewart looked away. "Give her some... space for a while." "She may want to meet Priscilla, you know." "Give her some space for a while, Flash." "Uh? Oh. Ah. Ok." "Who is this Diana?"
"Uh, Ms. Lane?" He grimaced as the woman kicked Kara in the stomach when the later tried to rise from the floor. Kara whimpered and collapsed again. "You're hurting her!" "That's what I kick her for." Conner grimaced again. "But-?" "It's good for her." She turned to him, smiling, and beautiful as she was, that smile was not a pretty thing to see. "She's not bad. Has potential. But still needs to learn a lot. Now, where were we-?" "Uh, I think I'll be going now." He stumbled backwards, trying to pull up his jeans, cursing his stubborn erection. "Oh, no. Not going. Coming. That's what will happen now." She came much closer. Conner looked about, near panic. "Er... No. Really. This isn't cool." It could not be happening. Lois Lane could not have beaten Kara senseless, with really scary viciousness, too. And she could not want to fuck him. It was crazy. It made no sense. "You want cool?" She laughed, and tapped several metal bulbs on her black costume. The tight cloth peeled off her body and fell to the floor. "Is this cool?" He froze, eyes as wide as they could be. There was no way to put his jeans back on now. "Oh, fuck." "Fuck. Yes." It could not be. What would he tell Cassie? What would he tell Superman? "No. It's wrong. It's just wrong." She laughed. "That's what makes it good." "That... That isn't funny." "What do you know? All men are ridiculous, actually." "I mean... Why would you-? How did you-?" He shook his head. "Look, I really don't like this, seriously." She cupped her breasts. "Oh, you don't like these?" "I just don't get it. Why-?" "You will get it. I will, too." "No. No. This is nuts. And I'm getting outta here. Now. With Kara." "Oh, no. You won't." The golden lasso flashed around him.
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"You look pleased." Ultraman stood before the bed, waiting. She lifted an eyebrow, not truly surprised. "Maybe I am." She smiled. "It was a nice, hot bath." He walked to her. "Maybe you could use further pleasing. A nice, hot something else." "Really?" She placed her hands at her hips. "You think I need it?" "I know you do." Standing just before her, he undid her robe's sash. It opened half-way, spread apart by the fullness of her large breasts. The terry cloth seemed to hang from the twin orbs that jutted proudly with little regard for gravity. "Maybe you presume too much." He slid his hands into the open robe, and seized her waist. "Maybe you need it too much." He pulled her closer, her breasts flattening against his rock-hard torso. She threw her head back, looking up at his eyes. "And do you have what I may need?" "You know I do." "We just met today. I should not go to bed on a first date. I'm not that easy." "You were already on my bed before." "But nothing happened." "What a damn waste." Their mouths met, slowly at first, then with rising aggressiveness. His hands grabbed her firm buttocks under the robe, and he pulled her up, several inches off the floor. He broke the kiss, impatiently, and bit on her neck. Smiling, she bunched her shoulders, letting the robe start to slip off, knowing where he would go next. She gasped as his teeth reached her breast, and the robe fell down completely, gathering on the wet carpet.
"Want some?" He looked up to see Priscilla, the Cheetah, standing there with a moist peach in each hand, feet spread casually apart, long furry legs leading up to thicker fur above. He looked away. "Er, no, thanks." She moved to her knees on the grass by his side, with feline grace, throwing the fruit away. "Want something else?" "Uh?" She leaned closer. "I never apologized to you." "Oh, there's nothing to-" "I tried to kill you." "You thought I was Quick. Honest mistake. I don't-" She leaned much closer, her body seeming to sinuously flow towards him. "I should make it up to you." "There's no need, really." She smiled. Her teeth and fangs were large and bright white. "You are a good man." "Uh, I try-?" She threw a leg over him, and a soft purr entered her voice. "How good are you?" "Er... Look, Miss-" "Pris." "Pris, yes. You're very nice and all, but-" She rubbed her leg against him. "Oh, I can be nice and I can be bad, too." "Sure, I bet. But... I'm kinda spoken for." She moved over him, on arms and knees. She was really limber, he saw. "No need to speak. Just growl." "No, really." Her eyes were golden, feline eyes, deep and suggestive. He could not look away. "I couldn't..." She purred loudly, and rubbed her body all along his, sensuously. She was really, really limber. "Er, nice of you to... Thanks and all, but I just couldn't..." She licked at his chin, and he felt like vibrating through the ground to escape. "I'm married!" "Mmmm-?" Her face fur was down-soft against his cheek. She smelled of deep, intoxicating musk. "I'M MARRIED!" "So what?" Her tongue dove at his ear. It was unusually flexible, too. "I love my wife! I could never-!" "You're so sweet." She bit at his neck. "I could just eat you up." Wally paled. He should have taken the peaches.
"Hey!" She sat up, with legs spread open, her saliva-covered breasts heaving with anticipation. "You brute." He tore at his tight clothes. "Enough foreplay."
"Really, you don't want me! I'm the world's fastest man!" "Mmmm-?" "I'm fast! TOO FAST! I finish in no time! No time at all-!" Cheetah laughed. "Oh, I'm fast, too. Very fast. We can race to the finish."
He just wanted her. She mounted him, big boobs on his face, and her hand placed him into position. He felt her wet folds touch him. He cared for Cassie. And this was Superman's wife. And she was crazy. And she had gone medieval on Kara. And it was wrong, very wrong. But there, right then, Conner only knew he wanted her. "OH, YEAH!"
Dressed only in tall red boots and the flowing mane of dark curls down her back, Wonder Woman stood in the middle of the devastated plaza, staring at the sky. "Diana?" Alexander Luthor approached slowly, ignoring the weariness of his exhausted body, his armor already providing him with painkillers. "The sky," she said. "It's so alike. Almost the same stars. Just... reversed. Mirrored." "Like everything." "How do you do it, Alexander? How do you face it, every day? Again and again? Without despairing?" "Someone has to do it." She smiled and reached for his hand. "Indeed. That is what heroes do." "You do the same. My war is just... dirtier, and less successful. And lonelier." "Do not lose hope, Alexander." "You give me hope, Diana, being here." "I'm glad." "If only you could..." "You will one day triumph, Alexander. Man is not inherently evil." "Maybe in your world." "Everywhere. Green Lantern is right. Mankind just needs to learn, to grow. To fix the mistakes." "Here, it isn't that easy." "We cannot be slaves to some fixed fate. Even the gods couldn't command this. You can change your world. Have faith." He moved to face her. "I can. I may. If you stand by me." "Stand by you?" "I need you, Diana. This world needs you." She looked down. "My world needs me, too." "Not as much as we do. We could make a difference, Diana. Together. A real difference." "We discussed this before..." Still holding her hand, Alexander Luthor went down on one knee. His other hand held a small box, open to reveal a ring. "I cut the diamond myself, Diana. Please say yes." "Alexander!" "We need you. I need you." "But-?" "Marry me, Diana. Stay here, with me. Be my wife. And save this world."
Smiling, Ultraman flexed his massive arms, flaunting his musculature. "Like what you see?" Karen cocked her head to a side, eyebrows arched up. Her smile faded into a forced gesture. "Er... I guess-?" He jumped onto the bed. "Get ready for the fuck of your life!" "Yeah, sure." She settled back. Perhaps it was not that bad. Size was not everything, right? It really was not that important. That was what everyone said, right? Right?
He froze, and then looked away. What was with everyone here? "John? JOHN!" Flash scrambled from under the cat-like woman, relief flooding his face. "You found Karen? Great!" The Cheetah rolled to her back. "Really?" "Uh, yes. The ring found a trace of her biomorphic signature." "Great! Great! Let's go! Now!" "It leads to what seems to be Ultraman's floating fortress; she may be a prisoner there. Could be a Syndicate trap. We must have a plan." "True. You start thinking. Call Diana and Luthor. I'll go do surveillance!" "Surveillance? On foot? On a floating fortress?" "Why not?" He sprinted to John's side and whispered in his ear. "Owe you again. And just in case: Take the peaches." Honoring his name, Flash disappeared from sight in an instant. John Stewart frowned. "Take the peaches?" The Cheetah got to her feet gracefully. "What's wrong with him?" "Wrong?" "I just wanted to thank him." "Thank him?" "But he kept pushing me off." "Ah. Of course." "Is there something in your world that-?" "Yes. It's called respect." "Respect?" "Yeah. No Aretha Franklin in this world? Or Otis Redding?" "Who?" "He's married. He respects his wife." "So what? She didn't need to know." "He would know. And he respects himself, too." "What has that got to do with it?" "Everything." Cheetah spread her legs and arched her torso, throwing her long mass of reddish hair back, the gesture both an invitation and a challenge. "Doesn't this command respect, too?" "Yes," he agreed. The fur was strange but not off-putting, and she was indeed beautiful, like a tiger is beautiful, elegant and fierce. "But he respected more than just your body. He respected YOU, as well." Cheetah's eyes shone in the light from his ring. "You're strange. Both of you. You must really be from another world." "If you say so." She came closer, smiling. "So... Who's this... Aretha Franklin?"
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"Uh? What?" Ultraman grunted over her, fumbling and squirming. "Nothing." Pretty close description, she thought. "Fuck! You're so hot!" His grunts rose. "SO FUCKING HOT!" "Yeah. Yeah." Right. Really not that important. Right.
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Conner gasped, groaned and moaned, his only contributions besides just being there and providing a penis. She did all the work, and most of the noise, too, to his amazement. Not even Knockout had been so wild and loud, and she was from Apokolips. "OH, YES! YES! FUCK ME, YOU YOUNG STUD!" He reached for her jostling breasts, but she slapped his hand away, and the lasso around his neck drew tight, reinforcing the message. Did Superman get his rocks off like this every night? No wonder he was so laid-back. "FUCK MY BRAINS OUT!"
"Oh, yeah...! YEAH! That was great, babe." "Uh?" "So how awesome was it for you?" "Wait... that was it?" "Few deserve my attention, you know. But you... you were worth it. For real." Karen frowned. "That was it?" He laughed. "Ah, still can't believe your luck?" "You finished already?" "Sure. You were too gone, cummin', to notice, eh?" "You gotta be kidding." "BRAINIAC! BRING SMOKES!" "THAT WAS IT? THAT WAS FUCKING IT?"
Others had proposed to her before, but you were never really ready. What could she say? What should she say? She did care for Alexander. She had admired the heroism of his solitary stand against impossible odds, and despite his resemblance to Superman's enemy, or maybe somehow intrigued by it, she had reached out to him, making love before she return to her Earth. She had thought about him frequently, even wondering if their world's Luthor was anywhere as competent a lover. Then she had happily taken up where they had left. But marriage had to mean more than just good sex and mutual respect, or admiration. It had to mean real love. In a way, she did love him, for his courage and strength, but she loved many others as well, among her fellow Amazons, her peers and friends, even among her deadliest foes. With Mala or Artemis, Kal-El or Bruce, or even Circe or Darkseid, Diana had known many kinds of emotional and physical attraction, some far more lasting than others, and all could be called kind of love. Even in her most recent and perhaps least orthodox liaison ever, where friendly gratitude had led to unprecedented sexual passion with a fully non-human lover, the power and depth of her feelings had also proved startling. Was that love, too? She shook her head. How could she know? She was still discovering all that Aphrodite's Gift meant, all that Love was, and all Love could be. Could that quest end with Alexander? Could she reach with Alexander a level truly above all those others? Where she would gladly forsake her lingering, unrequited longings and future sexual adventures? Could she find with him true love?
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"So? Why waste time? "What time? There was no time at all! That's my point!" "Yeah. Got you pwn'ed right away. HA!" "Right? Right nothing! You didn't-!" She stopped and breathed slowly. "Ok. Fine. You were too excited. I can understand that. It happens. Let's just go to the distance in round two, ok?" "Round two? Whatchu you talkin' about?"
Grimacing, Kara Zor-El sat up, cursing in gutter Kryptonese. She should have won. She was stronger. She was a Kryptonian. But the damn bitch had cheated, fighting dirty. Really dirty. "YES! FUCK MY HOT, TIGHT CUNT, BOY! YES!" Kara looked up, and opened her mouth in outrage. She could not believe the damn bitch, first keeping Kal-El from her, and now this? She had no idea how a damn Earthling had gotten so strong and fast, but the bitch was going to pay. And that damn Conner had it coming, too. "Oh, shit! I'm coming!" Conner groaned. "I'm coming!" "YEAH! FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM!" Kara stood up with a throttled cry of anger. "YOU BITCH!" "You again?" Moving off Conner, the damn bitch turned to her. "Well, don't just stand there. Come here and lick my juice off his cock." "What?" "You any good at eating cunt, too?" "WHAT?" "You know you want it, girl, his big, fat cock, my hot, wet cunt. Come now, we don't have all night." "ARE YOU MAD-? I'LL-!" The golden lasso flashed in the air.
"What for?" "WHAT FOR?" He stretched in the bed. "Had you already. You're mine." "Ok. You gotta be bullshitting me." "Um?" "You don't want to do it again? Better this time?" "Ah, don't worry, you were good enough." "I WAS GOOD ENOUGH?"
"Say yes." "I'm flattered and I'm moved and I..." "Say yes, Diana. For me. For us. For this world."
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"Why're you shouting?" Ultraman yawned. Why did women became such a drag once you had them? And so much less attractive? "WHO WOULDN'T WANT ME TWICE? OR THRICE? OR-?" "Pipe down, will ya? I may do you again tomorrow, if you're lucky." "IF I AM LUCKY?" "Of course, I can't blame you for wanting some more of this." Karen smiled sarcastically. "Oh, I definitively would've wanted more, yes. More than barely nothing!" He frowned. "What the fuck does that mean?" "More than half a minute, or more than half a inch would've been nice!" "Oh, shut up. You sound just like my wife." "Your WHAT? YOU'RE MARRIED?"
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Leaning forward over Supergirl's torso, she reached around one bent leg, and roughly pushed a finger into the young Kryptonian's sex. Even through a mouthful of wet labia, Kara gasped. "Oh, we're really tight, aren't we? Let's work on that." She inserted one, then two, then four fingers, all the way to the knuckles. "But don't stop licking!" She then tugged on the golden lasso, not bothering to look backwards, to pull the kid behind them closer. "You moron! What are you waiting for?" "Uh, you two are kinda busy there," he replied. "So what? My ass is free. Fuck my ass." "Your ass?" "Yes, my ass. Ram your cock right there." "Fuck your ass?" Was he really that stupid? "YES! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!" "Yes, ma'am! Will do!" She laughed. Of course he would. He was bound by one end of her lasso, just like the girl, and its power banished their all inhibitions, releasing their darkest desires, revealing their true selves, all their lust and hunger. All under her direction. "Oh, yes! Harder! Ram my ass harder! HARDER!" And who would not want to fuck her? In the ass or anywhere else? "Yes, ma'am!" "And come all over the girl's face when you finish!" "YES, MA'AM!"
"Ah, screw it." Ultraman got off the bed and marched to the door. "I don't need this." "Why the hell do I always end up in bed with jerks? I can't believe I was so STUPID!" "Make her cut it out," he ordered, before leaving the room. "Just give her whatever she needs to cool down or whatever." "I can't believe I was actually excited to-!" "Give her whatever she needs," Brainiac echoed, entering the room.
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"I love you, Diana." "We barely know each other." "I know you are the opposite of everything that is wrong in this wrong. You are beautiful, and noble, and smart, and strong, and caring, and compassionate. And what else must I know? How could I not love you?" She blushed. "It's not that simple. We cannot-" "Yes. We can. Together. You and I." "Even if..." She shook her head. "We are literally from different worlds." "I will reshape this world in your image, into a better place." "And I have a duty to my people, my world-" "What world needs you more than this one? You know all you could do here. All we could do." "We tried before. Us. The Justice League. We couldn't do any lasting good, without imperiling our own world. You know. There is the balance-!" "We can fix the balance!" He stood up and took her hands. "Maybe your Green Lantern is right. Maybe we can challenge the universe!" "Fix-? But how-?" "There are differences as well as similarities. The worlds are not perfectly mirrored. I've studied it all. And there are key factors. Stumbling blocks. Cosmologically significant obstructions in the collective mindscape that create entropic axiological pattern distortions!" "What key factors?" "The Syndicate." Luthor grimaced. "It's always the Syndicate. Many things were wrong before, yes. There was always selfishness, and greed, and ignorance. The powerful exploited the poor. Superpowers invaded smaller countries for posturing, or economic interests. But we still moved forward. There was progress. But then... there was The Syndicate." "But you've already fought them for-" "Years, yes. Long years. But I didn't know. I tried and failed, because I did it wrong. I tried science, and strength of will. But you can't beat them that way. You must fight fire with fire." "Fire with fire?" "We must clean the slate. Return this world to innocence. Locke's tabula rasa. We must destroy the Syndicate, Diana. We must use whatever it takes." "No, Alexander. That isn't-" "We must make sacrifices, for the final good. I will make sacrifices. And..." He clenched his fists. "I love you, Diana. I would never ask this of you unless it was the only way." "Ask what of me?" "I know it's too fast, I just... We have little time." "Ask what, Alexander?" "Fire against fire, Diana. Evil against evil. While the current status quo exists, only evil can triumph here. To annihilate the Syndicate, to break that status quo, and clean the slate, we must use their weapons, Diana." "What weapons?" "Brainiac, we must use Brainiac." *****************************************
The slender, green-skinned humanoid came closer, repeating: "Giving you what you need is my ordered function." "Well, I need you to get the hell out of-!" "That is not what you need." "WHAT THE HELL-?" "Your needs will be taken care of." "You think this'll stop me? I'll snap them like-!" The metal screeched as Power Girl pulled, but then she stopped, and twisted her face in disgust. "Wait. You can't mean...?" For an instant she stared at the android, his servile countenance and pastel-colored clothes gave him a non-threatening, almost effete appearance. Then she laughed. "COME ON!" She shook her head. "How ridiculous can you get? First I end up in bed with an idiot without a clue and even less dick, and now a damn scrawny machine thinks that it can-? Oh, please! Is this some kind of fucking-?" "Yes." "-Joke?" Metal and plastic fragments suddenly filled the room in a frenzied rush, flying from the walls and ceiling, rotating and careening towards the android's form, clouding it with a converging cloud of apparent debris. Under Brainiac's control, the materials liquefied and melded, and after several bursts of light and intense heat, where a small, thin figure had once stood, there was now a towering humanoid shape of monstrous proportions, its bald head and embedded electrode grid the only thing still resembling Brainiac's previous form. "Big deal!" With a grunt, Power Girl shattered her bonds. "It's gonna take more than a build-up robot to-!" She glanced low and words froze in her mouth. Her eyes became wide as saucers. "Oh. Wow." Brainiac strode closer. "Your needs will be taken care of."
PART TEN: LIKE A SEX MACHINE
"It was enslaved by Ultraman," Luthor explained. "It tried to rebel before, when it played your Justice League against the Syndicate, but you know it failed. Ultraman thinks he lobotomized it, but it was just broken, weakened, it's self-evolving process ruined. It was... in way, castrated." "Castrated? A machine?" "An artificial lifeform. Transorganic. Self-evolving. Ultraman crippled its capacity to rise to higher levels of intellect, higher levels of existence, so it gave in to despair, losing the will to go on, and accepted slavery. But it can still strike back. It now controls all their systems. It can destroy the Syndicate." "Destroy them?" "I contacted it, bargained with it. It will be the weapon we need. It will destroy the fortress, ending its own diminished existence, killing itself along with them, along with the Syndicate." "But how will you-?" "No, Diana. You." He released her hands and looked away, fists clenched. "You will." "I will?"
But it was a thing. She had seen its core being, and under any layers, it was hideous. She should have never let that disgusting thing touch her. At all. Certainly she could never contemplate anything like it suggested, no matter how frustrated the Ultraman fiasco had left her, or how great its touch had felt during the massage, or how huge it was. And it was really huge.
"Alternate methods of-?" "I promised Brainiac continuance, Diana. In exchange for the Syndicate's destruction. For the destruction of the ruling evil of this world." "Gods, Luthor, did you-?" "I promised him a child."
There was a cold realization in Wonder Woman's large blue eyes. "A child." Luthor's voice became a mumble. "I... I hate it... Having to... Asking you to... But the breeding will need a durable enough host..." "You want me to bear Brainiac's child."
She just hoped she was still wet enough for all of that.
"You ask me to marry you, and then you want me to... mate with an evil android? To have sex with this creature and get pregnant of it?" "We will raise the... result, the child, as our own, Diana. We can teach it. Make it a force of good. Isn't that a noble purpose?" "And how am I expected to just go there and mate with this... thing?" "I... I had a plan, to feign an attack where you would... But Ultraman has your friend now. We can use that." "Power Girl? He has Power Girl?" "We can barter with Ultraman. He was struck by you, last time. Who wouldn't? So we-" "He has my friend? And you knew?" "Not at first, but..." "For Hera's sake! Anything could be happening to her!"
Karen clenched her fists and arched her back violently, as Brainiac entered her, driving almost half of its length inside her tight sex with one single, precise thrust. Then, with machine-like relentlessness, it began to pump into her, getting deeper and deeper with each motion. "Oh-FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! YES!" Size was not really important. Yeah, right.
"So I must do Ultraman, too?" Diana's voice was flat and emotionless. "Or maybe the whole Syndicate?" Luthor shook his head. "May not be necessary. Maybe just Ultraman, or... You may be able to delay, gain time. Contact Brainiac and... He will provide you an escape after... I have several contingency plans, for all permutations." "Permutations? Do you have a schedule for the sex, too? How must I let them rape me? What positions, what combinations?" "Please, Diana. This is hard enough..." "Hard enough? FOR YOU?" "I know I'm asking something enormous, Diana, but..." "BUT?" "It's a world! The fate of a world!" "What kind of world would you buy with such coin?" "Anything would an improvement!" "But you-?" She shook her head. "You're... a hero! How can you ask me to do that? To prostitute myself to support deliberate deceit and murder? How can you even-?" "Please, Diana! It may not even reach full term!" "WHAT? You think I'd-?" "It may fail on its own! And Brainiac would be already gone! So it may just be the sex! Surely you can do that!" "Surely-?" "It's not like you haven't done it before!"
Karen moaned and gasped in delight, rocked by the delicious mixture of sharp pain and amazing pleasure throbbing at her core, as the monstrous android in top of her pounded her faster and harder with each second. "Oh, yes! YES! Oh, my-AH! AAH!" She could hardly believe she was doing this. It was a machine, and an evil one, too; one that had been a pathetic, groveling thing mere minutes before, with a pink shirt, even. Now she could hardly believe how big and strong it had become. Its body was a hulking monstrosity, as was the enormous thing pumping so hard inside her, stretching her nearly to all anatomical limits. "Oh, you're so big! So good! So-AH! AAH-!" This thing, evil and ugly as it may be, was about to make her come. Maybe Diana was right. Maybe when it came to just pure hard fucking, the ugliest, wrongest ones really made the best lovers.
"Come on, Diana. You're hardly a virgin, are you? I can find out things. I know how you sleep around." "How dare you-?" "You're acting all offended at this, but you've slept with monsters and villains in your world before, and in others, probably. So what's the difference-?" "What I've done is my concern. Not yours." "I'm just asking you to do the same thing, for the good of a world! Isn't that how it normally goes for you?" "You have no right to judge my-!" "Diana, I can accept it. I can live with it. We're not common people. We have to do... extraordinary things. You have done them. Often enough. So, surely you can do it again." "Luthor, this isn't-" "You may even enjoy it!"
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Lines of energy snaked from the electrode nodes on Brainiac's skull, making contact with the human's head. Instantly, Brainiac could read her complete nervous system, and feel what she felt. Exactly what she felt. "Oh, YES! YES!"
Her eyes blazed. "I've coupled with what you'd call monsters or beasts before, yes; for various reasons, and yes, it often gave me physical pleasure. But each time I did it was because it was the least harmful thing, or a greater good was at stake-" "And what greater good can there be than THIS? A WHOLE WORLD, DIANA! IN EXCHANGE FOR JUST SOME FUCKING! FUCKING YOU MAY EVEN ENJOY!"
Karen could hardly believe it. It had been great before, but suddenly the sex had turned into a simply astonishing assault on her senses. Her sex was impaled with a power and precision that exploited to the utmost her full capacity for sensation, that anticipated her every need and fulfilled it to perfection. It was frightening and overwhelming in its intensity. "FUCK-YES! YES! YES! YEEES-!" Her legs were spread wide apart, shaking violently with the thrusting, and her large breasts bounced about so fast their contours blurred. "Oh-FUUUUUCK-!"
Brainiac understood the nature of such human sensations as a chaotic, irrational unbalance of nervous energy accumulated and released through exterior physical stimuli, a geometric progression where an inefficient signal system overwhelmed the normal brain functions with over-modulated sensory noise. "FUCK-YES! YES! YES! YEEES-!" But as the geometric progression of sensation rocketed up, approaching the asymptote of its boundary conditions, Brainiac directly got the empirical reality of carnal pleasure. "Oh-FUUUUUCK-!" In a single instant of shared consciousness, with joined voices, woman and machine achieved synchronized, mind-blowing, simultaneous orgasms.
"It is not just the fucking! You want to use me as a tool of deceit and the payment for murder!" "It may be the least harmful thing here!" "There are limits, Luthor!" "Please! You've also killed before!" "As a warrior, in fair combat, not by treacherous murder!" "They deserve it!" "It is not about what the Syndicate deserves but about what we must not do." "That's a luxury we cannot afford!" "Righteousness should never be a luxury!" "There's no other way!" "There's always a way. I've had sex with foes, when it was a better way that death or destruction. But now, you would have me accept both?" "It's the-!" "No. NO. I will not become a murderer for you, nor will I become a whore." "Diana, I beg you-" "Or anything else for you."
Luthor came one step closer. "Diana-?" She kept her back to him, tugging into place her golden-plated bustier. "No, Alexander. No." He shook his head, before lifting a closed fist, to aim at her back from a dozen paces away. Energy built up around the armor's gauntlet. "Don't make me do this, Diana."
Power Girl's eyes stared at nothingness, her abundant bosom rising and falling with her labored breathing. "Did not anticipate such development." There was actual puzzlement in Brainiac's voice. "Yeah. I had no idea, either." "Is it always like that, for humans?" She smiled. "I wish." "There is an inherent contradiction: Actual dissipation of sense of self into shared consciousness along with simultaneous affirmation of concrete existence." "So got your brains blown out, too, eh? Nice to know." "Absorption into shared compulsion towards culmination also abolished previous priority motivation." "Which priority?" "Internal fertilization." "Fertilization? You wanted to-?" "Reproduction of self was imperative. Before." "Oh. Guess all guys have that, unconsciously. But you shouldn't have sprayed it all over my tits, then." She blushed, swiping at the sticky fluid with a finger. "Though I kinda liked it." "Could tell that." "Sweet of you. But how could your... you know, your ejaculate...?" "As a transorganic lifeform, with nanotech enhancement, viable viral replication patterns would have been delivered within techno-organic carrier fluid." "Oh. Gross. But kinky." She licked her finger. "Tastes sorta metallic. But it couldn't work, anyway. I'm on the pill." "Pill?" "Well, you get around on this line of work, so... Yeah. Daxamite contraceptive. Strong as all hell. No chance at all." "Good. I'm not ready for settling down yet, you know." She stretched happily. "So how about round two?" "You said just once." "A girl can change her mind, can't she?"
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Wonder Woman did not turn around, adjusting her clothing. "Then don't." Luthor grimaced. "I will do it, if I have to." "You have the right to choose your mistakes." A powerful gust of air rushed through the plaza as the Flash came to a stop. "Woah, what's going on here? Diana?" "Nothing. Yet." "Wait a moment. Wasn't this Luthor on our side? Should I-?" Luthor aimed his other hand at the Flash. "It's my world, Diana. I have to-" She turned about, placing her tiara on her forehead, pushing her long hair apart. "You don't. That is free will." "What the hell's happening here?" Green Lantern asked, landing on the square's opposite side, a green energy bubble from his ring carrying a puzzled Cheetah. "A disagreement on... procedure," Wonder Woman stated coldly. "That's Wonder Woman?" Cheetah muttered, taken aback. "Damn. She's gorgeous." Wonder Woman lifted an eyebrow. "The Cheetah?" John Stewart nodded. "This world's Cheetah. We... helped each other." "Doesn't seem the bad-guys-are-good-here thing holds up that well, though," Flash said, eyes fixed on Luthor, ready to move upon the tell-tale tremor of a hand about to fire. "Diana, we found Power Girl, she's-" "On Ultraman's fortress," Diana completed. "I know." "You knew?" "No. Alexander knew." "He did?" Green Lantern clenched his fist, and the power ring shone brighter. "I see. Is he with them?" "No. He wants to have the Syndicate killed, and arranged all this for that purpose." "The how is not important at this point, Diana," Luthor said through clenched teeth. "Only the why. A whole world is the why." "How Machiavellian," Stewart said. "Then, he who hunts dragons too long risks becoming a dragon himself." "You dare misquote Nietzsche at me?" Luthor laughed mirthlessly. "Let me paraphrase Immanuel Kant: In a world where complexity of events can distort the result of any endeavor, it is the original intent that counts. Critique of Practical Reason, 1781." Flash shrugged. "Well, I can do Monty Python's Philosopher Song in a couple of seconds. And dismantle your armor even faster. How about it?" "I can defeat all three of you, here," Luthor spat. "It would be the evil thing to do, see? So here, I'd win. Then I can complete my plan. I can-" "You could have also jammed my communicator, Luthor. But you didn't." Wonder Woman shook her head slowly. "You know it's wrong. It's not about polarized good and bad. Maybe there is a tendency in this world, a long-term cultural conditioning; something not in the world, but in its people. And maybe it's also gotten to you. But it is always about choices. Making the right or wrong choices." "He is THE Luthor?" Cheetah asked, fangs bared. "I thought he was a hero." Wonder Woman crossed her arms before her. "He is. He just needs to remember it." Luthor lowered his arms, and dropped to his knees.
Activating a stud in his costume, he summoned the Syndicate.
"We hit the fortress and get Karen." "And the Syndicate? The balance-?" "They got one of our own. They started it." She shook her head. "We kick their asses first, worry about the rest later." Green Lantern smiled. "Fine by me."
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"Will that not be too much?" "Oh, too much will be just perfect." "Your needs will be taken care of."
Wonder Woman faced Ultraman above his fortress. "You have a friend of mine." He laughed. "Oh, indeed. I had her. And soon you too will-" "Release her, and there may be no need for violence." "I LIVE FOR VIOLENCE!" "Good to know." "Damn!" Flash exclaimed. "That's gotta hurt!" Power Ring cupped himself reflexively. Green Lantern stared, surprised. He had never seen Wonder Woman fight like that. Never.
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"Your needs will be taken care of." She blushed again. "Would not mind it... even bigger, and a bit rougher, too." "How much rougher?" "Just fuck my brains out until I can't take it anymore." She bit her lower lip. "And then fuck me some more."
Ultraman should be able to beat the Amazon, but she was fighting with uncharacteristic ferocity for a do-gooder, and Ultraman seemed slower and clumsier than normal. Could he hope the damn oaf would perish at her hands? He doubted it. But they were all there. Why hadn't Brainiac blown them all up already? The thing had to have made his move, destroying the bound sentient black hole at the fortress' core for the annihilation of everyone nearby. Of course Luthor's plan would have failed. Luthor always failed. But Owlman had made sure it would work, hijacking the fool's plan for his own ends. If the Amazon had not played her part, the blonde should have been a suitable substitute. She should have been raped and inseminated already, allowing Brainiac to suicide and kill Ultraman and the rest of the Syndicate as well. Leaving just Lois and him. Surely nothing could have changed Brainiac's mind. Owlman flinched. "Damn. That really had to hurt."
The drone began preparations for the eventual clean-up. These things were becoming more frequent when Mistress Kara brought someone. Sensors detected an approach, and Tweelex shifted its attention.
"There is conflict outside. Do you wish to stop?" "Must we?" "It may reach us eventually." "Let's keep busy until then."
Teenagers. No staying power. "Lois? LOIS?" Smiling broadly, she turned towards the tall man in red and blue, drawing back her lasso. Time for the main event.
PART ELEVEN: UNTIL THE REAL THING COMES ALONG
He was handsome in that clean, wholesome way, with narrow hips, wide shoulders and big, big arms. His broad chest held the red "S" shield, and a curl of shiny black hair fell before his forehead. She smiled, biting her lip. She would enjoy him so much. "Why are you-? What happened to you? How-?" His eyes grew even wider. "Conner? And Kara? Lois, what's happened here?" She strode to him, nude but for the thigh-high boots. "Just warm-up, Clark."
"Karen-?" Power Girl looked up, pulling her costume on. "Diana? You're here? How come-?" "Karen, were you-? Are you alright?" "Oh, sure. Great, actually. Why?" "Didn't Ultraman do anything to-?" "Ultraman?" She scoffed. "Oh, please. Don't make me laugh." Flash appeared on the threshold. "Hey, it's pretty over up there. Karen-?" "I'm getting dressed here! Can't one have some privacy, dammit!" "Sorry-!" He exited the room immediately. Diana frowned. "So Ultraman did nothing to you?" "Oh, nothing's about right, yeah." "And... Brainiac?" "What?" "Did it do anything-?" "Er... Did my nails."
"I'm just happy to see you, darling." Stopping before him, she reached down. "Oh, goody, looks like a lot was lost in the copying." "LOIS! What's gotten into you?" "You will," she said, in a low, hungry voice, pulling him to her, mouth to mouth. *****************************************
"They all are. The whole Syndicate. Didn't you get the memo?" Karen scratched her short hair. "I missed a few Justice Society meetings. Kinda behind on the paperwork. Still... a villain?" "Don't feel bad about it. If you didn't know..." "But for a villain, he was pretty... lacking." "What do you mean?" "Oh, nothing." She walked towards Ultraman and kicked him to the other side of the room. "So who was lucky now, eh?"
"You're not Lois. Who are you? What have-?" "Oh, but I am Lois Lane." "Superwoman?" "How perceptive. Was it the chest? Or the-?" He grabbed her by a wrist. "Have you harmed her? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO-?" "No, it's what I'll do to you. And vice versa." The golden lasso flashed.
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"Already?" asked Power Girl, pursing her mouth. "The sooner the better." Green Lantern nodded, and a bubble of green plasma surrounded them. Looking at his teammate, Flash frowned. "John, you're really scratched all over." "Oh, yes." John Stewart shrugged. "I'm just not much into peaches."
The unbreakable lasso bound Superman's arms and torso, glowing with golden fire. He shook his head and looked up. "No. I love my wife." "How fucking sweet." She leaned towards him, touching herself. "Look at me. At my big tits, my long legs, my hot, wet cunt... You know you want me. You know you must have me. It's the truth." "You're wrong. You... You can never compare to her." "What? FUCK YOU." Her foot struck his chin with brutal strength. "Let's do it the hard way, then."
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Owlman sighed. A damned disaster. Another perfectly fine opportunity lost. Luthor had failed. Brainiac had failed. The Syndicate had failed. He sighed. You just couldn't get proper help these days. Hopefully Lois had not gotten into too much trouble on her end.
"It won't heat up, dear. It's magic, see?" She swung him about again, and again, the remaining Kryptonian memorials vanishing in multi-colored flares of light. His heat-vision aimed high, and a load of crystal chunks missed her by inches. She laughed. "You're bluffing! Can't bring yourself to hurt me, can you?" She pulled him with a sudden tug, and received him with a kick to the stomach. Her foot lashed out again and again. "Is it because I look like her, or because I'm a woman?" "Maybe I can't hit you." He moved fast, and despite being bound by the lasso, he grabbed her from behind. "But I can-" "Hold me?" She threw her head back, striking his face. "Not like that." He tried to shift his arms up, and secure her shoulders, but she grabbed one of his hands, and bit at it viciously. As his hold weakened with surprise, she twisted around, bringing a knee up between his legs. Superman doubled in pain, and grabbing his hair, Superwoman brought his head down against her rising knee. Again and again. Bright red, Kryptonian blood spotted the floor.
She felt exhausted. Just what had happened to her? It had just been Conner, and her, and...
"Didn't have to be like this, dear. Still doesn't." "YOU DAMNED BITCH!" Supergirl rose to her feet, her face filled with anger and confusion. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING-!" Superwoman turned to her. "Oh, shut up." Beams of purple light hit Supergirl's midsection, throwing her against the wall behind and burying her in tons of collapsing crystal. "Kids are so annoying these days." Superwoman told the dazed Man of Steel. "You know, my boyfriend wondered if you would die here because of a little something going on back home. If the worlds would balance automatically, so if our idiot died, you would die, too. Quite an interesting question. I think I'll try it the other way around, just in case the plan back there failed. Because Luthor was involved, and he always fails. So now, if I choke you to death here, will our idiot home turn dead? That would be nice, you know." Superman's gasps grew weaker. Leaning forward, she licked at one of his ears, while twisting her fists, and tightening the hold. "We'd have enjoyed a little fun if you hadn't been such a silly boy scout. Was looking forward to testing the whole Man of Steel thing, you know... where it counts the most. Most likely I'd have killed you afterwards, anyway, but it'd have been fun. So fun." Suddenly, a second line of blazing gold wrapped around Superwoman's own neck, and she was pulled off Superman's back with irresistible force. "Good for you, too?" Wonder Woman asked.
The Amazon was here. Why? She was not supposed to be here. "Seems like I got here just in time," the damn bitch said, bent next to Superman. Gasping, Superwoman grabbed the taut line, the golden lasso, just like hers, and dazed, reached through it. For an instant, their minds met. And then there was Truth.
She saw ruthless ambition and endless curiosity. She saw the desperation to rise above others, to be noticed, to be envied. She saw the ruins of Themyscira through those eyes, needing a story of catastrophe and mass slaughter, the kind that sells papers. She saw the discovery of the lasso, on a pedestal by the blackened clay statue of a baby. She felt then that first touch of the lasso, the release of magically stored energies, of lifeforce remnants, of the lingering anger of thousands of warriors gone in a sudden, unexpected death; warriors who long ago would cut off a breast for better archery skills, who would murder kidnapped men after using them for procreation, and who would leave just-born children to die from exposure, for being male. She felt that restless energy flow from the lasso, into her, giving her power, giving her anger and hungers on levels that could not be humanly sated. Diana saw that, and more, and pitied Superwoman.
She saw love and delight, endless joy at physical achievement and competition. She saw endless curiosity and awe at the discovery of a new, greater world. She saw determination and defiance to unjust authority. She saw disappointment, and sorrow upon discovery of all the need and evil in existence, and of the limits of her power. She saw extraordinary adventures and victories, and equally extraordinary sex, sex born from love or hope for redemption, which sated the body and soul. Lois saw that, and more, and envied and hated Wonder Woman.
"Sister, I..." Superwoman looked up, and her eyes flared bright purple over her own tears. "YOU BITCH!"
Tweelex readied again the genetic scans. It seemed everyone would drop by today.
"YOU RIGHTEOUS BITCH! YOU THINK YOU ARE SO GREAT? SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME?" Dazed, Diana still managed to block the following eye-beam blasts, gasping with each brutal shock. It was the Amazon Purple Fire, source of extended life and health. Superwoman had somehow internalized its power, using it for destruction. "WELL, I'LL SHOW YOU!" Removing Wonder Woman's lasso from her neck, she threw it aside and reached the unconscious Superman in a single bound. Fighting pain, the Amazon Princess leaped to her feet with a grunt, and removing her tiara, threw it at Superwoman with all her strength. "SHIT!" The tiara grazed Superwoman's cheek, drawing blood, before it shattered the wall far behind. "YOU FUCK!" Her lasso released the limp Superman with a twist of her wrist, and kicking him aside, "I'LL FUCKING SHOW YOU!"
It could not be broken, just like hers, and it revealed truth, but not the same way. Its function was refined by its mistress, and Superwoman sought very particular kinds of truth. Diana looked up, shaking her head, and was met was a fist.
Wonder Woman opened her eyes, and saw Superwoman straddling her. Her arms were bound above her head, and her feet held spread apart, by the unbreakable length of the other's golden lasso. "Let's see what hungers and needs you hide inside." "No." Superwoman leaned closer, and her teeth caught the Amazon's lower lip, drawing blood. "Let's find out what I can unleash in you." She kissed her, violently, with aggressive, desperate hunger, biting and tugging. Nails ran over perfect skin, raking red trails from the wide shoulders to the edge where the golden-plated bustier confined the full breasts. Tearing the bustier down, Superwoman bit cruelly on Diana's now exposed nipples, squeezing and kneading roughly the soft, surrounding flesh. "You like this, don't you? I know all you have fucked. How you have fucked. You like it rough, you like it hard. You want me to fuck you, to rape you, to tame and own you like the bitch you are." She reached down between Diana's legs. "So tight! So much tighter than a slut like you should be! We have to fix that!" She laughed loudly, and then grunted, her fingers seeking to break the resistance of Diana's vaginal muscles. "Stop resisting! You know you want it! I know you want it! We'll see how deep my whole fist fits in there...!" "No." Summoning all the strength at her disposal, the boon of strength of the Earth itself, Diana strained at her bonds, and the unbreakable lasso screeched loudly. "STOP THAT!" Superwoman slapped her viciously, and reached to hold down on her trembling wrists. She touched the lasso, then, and through the shared contact, Diana struck, with her mind, through the magical bond, her captor vulnerable because of their unique rapport. Superwoman gasped and staggered back, from the equivalent of a mental slap. She had been struck by Diana's denial of her affirmations, by the condemnation of her actions, and more painfully by sheer, honest pity. Diana then yelled, in painful effort, and freed herself. The lasso was unbreakable, but it had been tied to the fortress itself for leverage, to its advanced-technology support structure, and that gave way under Wonder Woman's strength.
Wonder Woman stood up, letting the lasso drop in loose loops around her. "I sometimes like sex hard, and rough, and demanding. Just like my sparring. Or any physical contest. But not for humiliation, not for subjugation. You're beautiful and desirable, Lois, but you are wrong. I'd enjoy making love with you, but not like that. Not that way." "No, no. You must have repressed desires. Weaknesses. You must." "You see weakness where I see strength. Sex is for expression, for release, for sharing, for giving and receiving. Not for harm. Not for repression. Sex is freedom, Lois." "No. No. You must..." Superwoman fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands. "It's not about me. See into yourself." Moving close, Diana faced the other woman. "This fight is over. This isn't your world, and I don't presume to force you to accept my truth. I've just shown it to you, and the rest is your choice, Lois. Go back to your world, your home. And let's all learn from this." Turning her back on Superwoman, Wonder Woman walked towards the fallen Superman with concern in her eyes. "LEARN THIS, BITCH!" Superwoman snarled, and purple light exploded from her eyes.
She smelled different. The same, but different. She smelled wrong. And she was about to harm Her.
"YOU SANCTIMONIOUS SLUT, HOW DARE YOU JUDGE-?" She heard the barking, and turned, her lasso again in her hands. "WHAT?" She laughed. "You've gotta be kidding! What's next? A monkey? A cat? Or a horse, too?" With a growl, it jumped at her, with superhuman speed. Startled, she used the lasso.
But she smelled wrong now, she smelled different. And for some reason, he felt all normal restrains disappear.
She heard first, and then saw. And was shocked. "Well... It seems I owe you again, Krypto."
"Neck abrasion will heal and vanish within a day," Tweelex reported. "You'll be fine, Kal-El," Diana added, at his side. "Everything will be fine." "Diana?" "You need to stop treating women like glass, you know." "Lois." He sat up on the infirmary's bed. "Is she-?" "Your Lois is fine. She was under JLA protection all the time." "And-?" "Conner and Kara are fine. Just a bit dazed and confused." "But the-?" "The other Lois? Gone now. Back to her own world. No harm done." "No harm-? But if she-?" "Don't worry." Diana smiled. "I think she learned her lesson."
Sitting on the cracked stones of the Themysciran plaza, with a small screwdriver in hand, Alexander Luthor reassembled his armor carefully, already thinking of valuable improvements to incorporate. He had failed again, but it did not matter. Diana had won. The Syndicate had lost. And somehow, the balance had not been compromised. Maybe it was a pyrrhic victory, too small to nudge the balance. Maybe things remained the same, after all. But it cast doubt on how rigid that theoretical axiological imperative was. Maybe he had miscalculated. Maybe there was greater flexibility. Maybe the whole theory was wrong, and it was all just people, and a succession of bad choices, many bad choices. Like that one he almost made. And maybe, if evil was not destined to triumph, one day he could win. So no matter how many times he failed, he had to try again. And again, and again, and again. And he would. Because maybe it was possible. Because maybe there was hope. One day, he would win. He picked up again the small box, with the ring, and wondered if she would someday forgive him. Perhaps she would. That was Diana's way. He should never forget that. "You know," Cheetah said, sitting by his side. "I always thought you were an urban legend. Ultraman's perpetual nemesis? Sounds... like a fable." "So says the catgirl." She offered a peach, and he took it, biting the crisp skin, to the sweetness inside. "So... Are you really bald all over?" "Maybe. Like your fur." "You show me yours, I show you mine?"
John Henry Irons squirmed inside his inert Steel armor. It had to be Natasha who found him.
Why was everyone looking at her like that?
Owlman shrugged. "It was just a skirmish. They only wanted the blonde back, no?" "BUT HERE? WE'RE SUPPOSED TO WIN HERE!" "Well, the moral imperative thing is more of a theory, you know. Maybe the balance is just about physical presence." "THEORY MY ASS!" Kicking at the debris in the fortress hangar, Ultraman cursed loudly. "Can't say it bothers me. Would be rather boring if it was true. Takes the danger, the fun, out of things. Who likes easy things?" "I DO!" He turned to face the opening entrance hatch. "Damn time you got back, dammit. Look what your little trip cost us!" Walking towards them, Superwoman barely blinked. "Um?" Owlman lifted one eyebrow under his cowl. From the wildly-disarrayed hair to the multiple scratches on her exposed skin, it seemed Lois had a harder time than they had expected, yet her demeanor was not one of anger or frustration, but rather of something else, something quite unfamiliar. "You made the fucking Justice League fuck us up!" Ultraman's gestured at the wreckage all about. "Gonna take weeks to fix the fucking fortress, now that fucking Brainiac's fucking disappeared!" She shrugged. "He did?" "Probably killed itself," Owlman suggested, glancing carefully at Superwoman. "Tired of washing dishes, or cleaning toilets, or something." Ultraman's eyebeams incinerated another pile of junk. "So now I have to do everything!" "Yes, can't get good help nowadays." Owlman turned to Superwoman, puzzled by her lack of flirting glances, by her unusual, far-away look. "Don't you agree?" She played with her hair, detachedly. "Um?" Ultraman spit on the floor. "I hope your little excursion was worth all this!" She smiled faintly. "Oh. Yes. Yes."
Lois pulled back, smiling, and rested her head on his broad, strong chest. "You know, you never bring your friends home." Clark's eyebrows rose. "My friends?" "Your... League friends. They... Well, maybe we should be more... social. And... share a bit more?" "We've always agreed to keep separate-" "But they are part of your life. If we're careful-?" "Why the change of mind, Lois?" "Maybe I don't always want to be the bitch wife who hates her husband's friends." "Well, you've never liked-" "Not her. I don't mean her. I meant... Well, maybe... J'onn?" "J'onn?" "Yes, he was very... nice. Helped me feel... safe." "Well... J'onn is actually a very private person. I don't know if-" "Maybe he needs encouragement. To open up. Maybe he's just lonely. Sole survivor of his race, and all. Has a lot in common with you, really." "Yes, there's that. It may be." "Maybe we should ask him over. Ask him to... join us... one of these nights?" "For dinner? I don't know if J'onn eating habits-" "Oh, I could find something he'd like."
Diana closed her eyes, and threw her head back. "Karen... It's so... so good!" Karen leaned back and smiled. "Oh, I knew you'd love that." "Oh, mmm... It's fantastic! How did you know that I-?" "Oh, of course I knew you're a vegetarian." "Oh, Hera. I love it. Thank you so much for the treat." "You're welcome." Reclining in the chair of her apartment's dining room, Karen breathed deeply. She was not really into that sort of thing, but Watching Diana lick her fingers could get to anyone. "Wow. I'm amazed. How did you find this new cook?" "Oh, wasn't easy. Kind of an illegal alien, see?" "Really? We must help him get proper legal status, then." "Yeah, sure." "Oh, this is so great!" With eyes shining, Karen bit her lower lip. "And wait till you get what's for dessert."
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