Loosely based on the story by Mark Waid and Brian Hitch featured in the JLA comic book, issues #55-58, now without any damn censoring.
DISCLAIMER: The following story is adult-themed parody. The Justice League of America and all related characters are full property of DC Comics, a Time Warner company. No copyright infringement is intended. The author received no payment for this story and no money is to be earned by its distribution.
WARNING: This story contains adult themes including explicit descriptions of extreme sexual events and violence. MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS. Neither should most so-called adults. If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.
PROLOGUE ONE: MY FAVORITE MARTIAN
The dozen metal containers, marked with the logos of humanitarian relief organizations, descended slowly towards the center of the city square, held together by several loops of a thin golden line.
The throng of dirty, unkempt people watched in awe as the cargo settled on the broken tile surface with barely a rattle. Previously empty eyes lighted with disbelief and childlike fascination; perhaps there was actually good in the world, perhaps there was hope.
The tall woman standing on the stacked containers relaxed her grip on the golden rope, and smiled, like the sun shinning suddenly through a dark, forbidding cloud bank.
"There is more to come," Wonder Woman declared out loud in the tongue of the war-ravaged eastern European country.
People cried and cheered.
The unloading of supplies proceeded slowly, and hundreds still stared at her, transfixed by the sight of the tall, black-haired woman of bright blue eyes and flawless, creamy skin, generously exposed by the red, blue, white and gold costume that snugly bound her prominent curves. If the arrived cargo was almost literal manna from heaven, then surely this was a goddess made flesh.
Princess Diana of Themyscira saw their collective hunger, their need for more than food, and it weighed heavily on her conscience. Months of diplomatic maneuvers had gone by before the United Nations finally approved the League's direct intervention, thousands dying while political interests had been argued. The military forces were now broken with no further loss of life, and their genocidal leaders already were delivered to international courts for judgment, but a devastated country was left behind.
The fighting was the easy part. Despite the looks of gratitude and admiration, Diana felt they had let these people down. They had not done enough. They never could.
They would worship you easily.<<
The voice had resonated in her mind. She turned to see behind her the faint outline of a tall, massively-built man wearing a cape. There was a green tint to his figure.
"J'onn," she said, and the outline solidified enough for the green Martian features to be visible if she looked carefully enough. "Why-?"
Don't wish to startle them.<<
She shrugged. "They have seen me."
You are different. You are the image of human female perfection. I am Martian.<<
Diana frowned. "You are Justice League. Nothing wrong in people knowing all who helped them."
Ignorance can be bliss.<<
Diana's frown deepened. "Ignorance? Bliss?"
Many think it is better. To forget.<<
Diana moved towards him, concerned. J'onn J'onzz was sole survivor of the green Martian race, and despite his stolid character, she worried about him frequently, about his grief and isolation.
"No, not to forget. Instead, to remember that there is more than the shadows of the past."
"Sometimes help is needed for that."
He extended a hand towards her, and she doubted for an instant. She had never seen J'onn like this; there was a strange bitterness in his telepathic voice, a darkness new to her.
But she knew about being a stranger in a strange land, and cared deeply about the noble, alien hero. She took his hand, and allowed J'onn to draw her up, away from the people watching dumbstruck, until clouds surrounded them. He became fully visible there, his powerfully muscled green body moving closer to her.
"J'onn?" She inched back, wispy vapor surrounding her. "But you have never-?"
A mistake.<<
He pulled her back to him, and his mouth found hers.
PROLOGUE TWO: TEAMMATE BONDING
She stood in the observation lounge, watching through vast panoramic windows of reinforced plasteel how the blue-white globe of the Earth rose proudly over the glum lunar landscape. Her booted feet were spread wide apart, and the thick legs, muscular arms and broad back, garbed in Apokolipsian armor, showed the proud, decisive carriage of unforgiving military upbringing.
Big Barda appreciated little of the view's cold beauty. It simply reminded her of how physically distant her husband was, as she stood in the Justice League's lunar Watchtower. She had balked at rejoining the League, at again stepping away from the peace of married life, but Metron had insisted. The safety of all life demanded that Orion and Big Barda of the New Gods stand with the heroes of Earth, so she had to step again into the mindset of strife that had once dominated her life.
You could never really get away from work.
Barda missed Scott. Enthusiastic, dauntless Scott, so frail but daring, and oh, so skilled. He was indeed Mister Miracle to her. Only his love, his devotion, made her feel whole, cherished instead of just wanted.
Not that just wanting was bad. Barda truly looked forward to the chance of showing that short, mannered, so-called Amazon Princess just who was now the Alpha Female here. That was why, unlike Orion, she had stayed after the defeat of the Anti-Sun, Maggedonn. She just had to know how that cunt tasted.
"Barda?"
She turned, ready for violence, her warrior training taking over instantly. She had heard no door opening nor any steps approaching, and would not be taken by surprise lightly. But she stopped her killing reaction at the sight of the man in blue and red. He was tall for the Earth where he dwelt, even if still half a head shorter than her, but she was used to that.
"Startled you?" His voice was deeper, more suggestive, than usual.
Her eyes drifted down his well-muscled body, as they often did, but her sight stopped at the obvious bulge growing larger and larger in the brief red underpants worn over his blue bodysuit.
"Maybe I am," she muttered, with a hint of pleased surprise, and looked up, every nuance of her body asking the question.
He stepped closer.
The kiss was powerful and urgent, insistent to the point of violence.
PROLOGUE THREE: ROYAL CONSORTING
Store after store of overpriced, frivolous goods filled the crowded cities of Earth, born of the explosion of mindless consumerism that so often overwhelmed newly developing societies. Precisely why Maxima of Almerac loved shopping there.
A dozen tired servants followed her, carrying dozens of boxes. Her powerful psycho-kinesis could have carried the load easily, but servants needed to be kept busy, and rulers should never bother with insignificant details.
The servants let all boxes and bags fall amidst shouts of alarm and fear as their mistress suddenly vanished, in the wake of a rush of wind. They aimed weapons about, making other pedestrians scream in panic, but none had seen where their Queen had gone.
Her anger had flashed instantly, fiery like the red of her long, curly hair, and her mind struck out violently with power enough to lobotomize an assailant. Yet her attack failed against a wall of solid determination, of utter decision, of undeniable desire.
She struggled physically, her powerful body enhanced by her mental strength, but his grasp was unbreakable, and only then did she register his face and body, as they rushed through the air, away from the city.
"What are you doing?" she demanded indignantly.
"What you wanted," he replied, and the lust in his mind blossomed before her, shocking her with its urgent power, its desperate need.
She had wanted it for so long, only for him to deny her, spurning her offer of body and glory, of rule and flesh, that she should dismiss him now in return, hurt pride and deep resentment demanding satisfaction. But more powerful forces inside her demanded another kind of satisfaction.
"I knew you'd come to me at last."
He tore away her Imskian silk top, exposing her large breasts, but she placed her hands over his mouth, to bid him to wait.
"Not yet. Not here."
His eyes showed a flash of anger, but he nodded. "Where?"
"Your own bed. In that pathetic hovel where you've done it with your pathetic earthling. Let's mate there. Right there."
PROLOGUE FOUR: COUSIN, COUSINE
It had been a busy day. Returning to her apartment at last, Power Girl unceremoniously dropped face-up on the bed, closed her eyes, and sighed with relief. Her weariness was more mental than physical; as few things could actually tire her superhuman physique. But just like everyone else, she still had to deal with emotional stress during the crises faced regularly alongside the Justice Society. And there was also the irritation of having Wildcat staring at her all the time. Of course everyone always stared at her, particularly at her boobs, and she certainly deserved such attention. But somehow Wildcat made it far more exploitative and objectifying than anyone else. And he stared at her butt even more than at her boobs, and she was not used to that.
She rose with a groan, and walked to the mirrors in the doors of her walk-in closet, one gloved hand running through her short blonde hair. She needed to wash it, she thought, and watched her reflection closely while removing her distinctive white costume. As she pulled on the tight unitard covering her torso and arms, she noticed one of the seams again starting to give in the chest area, near the central cut-out that afforded a view of her large breasts pressed tightly together. She had to get that fixed. She already showed enough skin without needing any wardrobe malfunctions.
"Power Girl."
"SHIT!" Her high yell of surprise made the mirrors shatter, as she turned abruptly around, pulling up the white cloth to cover her chest. "WHO THE-?"
Her angry demand froze in her mouth at the sight of the unexpected visitor. If there was anyone she could never imagine barging uninvited into her bedroom, it was him.
"Please don't stop for me." He sounded amused.
She blinked as her mouth struggled for words. Somehow she could not accept his very presence at such a place and moment, or his broad smile, devoid of any of the embarrassment she would have expected of him.
"What's this? Why-? What are you doing-?"
"Watching. Doesn't everyone?"
"What?"
"Everyone watches you. Stares at you."
"What does that have-?"
"But you need more than stares. You know that."
"WHAT?"
"You need more. You want more."
She swallowed with difficulty, and stepped back over broken glasses without noticing them, as he moved towards her.
"You are the most powerful, most beautiful woman on Earth. You deserve the best there is."
Reaching out, he pulled her hands down, to uncover her torso, and to her further confusion, she did not stop him. Her exposed breasts jiggled slightly as she moved back with nervous uncertainly, the abundant mass of the teats' considerable volume held high against the pull of gravity by her superhumanly strong tissue.
She tried to protest but her mouth opened soundlessly.
"Who else is better for you?"
"But-?"
"Who else have you always wanted?"
"I've never-!"
"You know you do. Always have."
"You-You're married."
"She is nothing compared to you."
"But I-"
"No one compares to you."
"We still may be rela-!"
"Who cares?"
He grabbed her forearms and pulled her to him, to his broad, muscular chest, covered by the bright red letter "S".
PROLOGUE FIVE: ALL IN THE FAMILY
The slender brunette was in her late teens at most, and there was a purity to her smile matching the white of her light, short dress, and a cheerfulness as evident as the lightning symbol on her chest. With effortless ease, she lifted the stalled bus over her head, taking to the air, trusting the police to get traffic flowing again. People cheered and clapped and stared up with various forms of admiration as she flew away, and she remembered to keep her legs modestly together, something important if wearing a skirt while flying.
After delivering the bus to the line's servicing shop, she flew towards one of Fawcett City's parks, looking for a place to change back without risking observers or scaring people with the sudden lighting flash.
She landed on a clearing and was about to speak the word when she was grabbed from behind.
"HEY! WHAT-?"
"Shhh," a voice whispered in her ear. "It's me."
The powerfully-muscled, red-clad arms that embraced her, with their golden bracelets, were easily recognizable, but that did not make her any less shocked. "Billy?"
"Shhh."
His hands began to move over her, over the thin white dress she wore, pressing the firm flesh beneath.
"Billy? What-?"
"Shhh!"
One of his large hands reached her chest, and cupped one high-set, firm breast. She lacked such a perky bosom in her normal identity, just like her legs were normally not that long or her waist so slender. Even if not in the spectacular range like Wonder Woman, her young figure did get significant improvements when she changed, and she liked it in an embarrassed, shy way. But that did not mean her assets were free for groping.
"Stop that!" She tried to squirm loose, but he was proportionally stronger than her. "What silly joke is-?"
"No joke," he replied, squeezing her breast roughly and tweaking her small nipple between thumb and index, while his mouth moved to her neck, to bite at the soft skin where it joined her shoulder.
"BILLY!"
PROLOGUE SIX: ALWAYS A WOMAN TO ME
"You always wanted me. You all do. So have me. Now."
Kyle Rayner coughed violently, and spilled his coffee over three nights of long overdue advertisement work. Having her unexpectedly visit his studio like this was strange enough, but her speaking like that was simply surreal.
"Is this a joke? Did Plastic man-?"
"Do these look plastic?" She cupped her bust with both hands, lifting the already-high globes, both so tightly packed in the red and gold bustier.
He swallowed hard.
"Ok, you're fucking with me."
"Fucking with you? Yes. I will." Kyle's mouth hung open as Wonder Woman pulled down her top, exposing her big, round, bouncy teats, arguably the only valid reason to ever look away from her face. The nipples, so rosy and mouth-watering, were already stiff. Even in their community, where drool-worthy bods seemed a requisite for every other chick, Diana still had the most awesome boobs of all. Maybe not the biggest, or the jiggliest, but somehow just perfect. Men were hardly worthy of even being around them, much less actually witness them bared. Had something like this driven Hal to the brink?
"Uh, I dunno know about this. I mean, I dated Donna-" He could not believe the words coming from his mouth. What kind of imbecile would turn down Wonder Woman?
"Good for her."
"Ah, why are-? I mean, I... I-"
Moving closer, she calmly ripped off her star-patterned bottom, almost making him have a coronary. He did not dare look down.
"Go on, touch me. Down there."
He was certainly not that much of an imbecile.
"I always wondered what your ring could do. Inside me."
PART ONE: SECOND CHANCES
"Oh, Cla-Kal-shit, don't! No... Stop... Oow! OW-!"
She was Karen Starr, Power Girl, few men on Earth could bite her nipples and make it really hurt. He was one.
Kara gasped as he nibbled her other teat. Her nipples were stiff, and harder than diamond.
She did not even know how to call him, not in a moment like this. Clark? Kal-El? Big Blue?
Superman, just Superman.
She was about to fuck Superman.
She had long wondered about this.
Shortly after leaving Apokolips and relocating on Earth, Barda had chanced upon another Apokolipsian renegade in the slums of Metropolis. But the toadish Sleeze left their world not for opposing its totalitarian regimen, but exiled instead by Darkseid in disgust over endless petty perversions. Using psi-powers to capture Barda and enslave her will, he made her perform sexual acts to be recorded as clandestine entertainment and distributed for profit. He was too wary of her physical strength to directly abuse her beyond limited foreplay, but various sturdy implements and her own mega-rod became involved in ways that could have been humiliating for one not raised in Apokolips.
Scott still conserved the copy he was given by Darkseid, and he reviewed it with Barda during special occasions.
Scott had rescued Barda, but not before Sleeze also captured and controlled Superman, coercing the hero into joining Barda for an explicit scenario. Interrupted before culmination, Superman was left embarrassed and confused, uncertain about all that happened. Barda however, had been annoyed by Superman's struggle to resist Sleeze, as if bedding her, who had once been chosen to be Darkseid's Lead Concubine, could be such a fearsome chore. She always dealt with Superman coldly after that, yet also pondered how well the Kryptonian, whose mighty body rivaled even Orion's, could have performed between her legs.
"ARGH! FUCK! YES! BITE MY TEATS, YOU FUCK!"
She had never imagined he could perform so well.
"AH, FUCK! YES! BY THE SOURCE! FUCK MY CUNT! ARGH! YES! YES!"
Her armor lay in pieces all around them, and her loud screams and moans filled the closed chamber, its walls shuddering in time to the frenetic thrusting of his loins into hers. The naked body of the Apokolipsian warrior shook wildly, her just-short-of-manly muscles contrasting with the most feminine abundance of her oversized breasts, which violently jostled in all directions in the throes of her pleasure.
"FUCK! FUCK! YES! YEAAAHRGH! ARRRGH! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK THAT CUNT! YEAH! AAHHHH!"
Of course, it was nothing like the caring union with her exquisitely skilled and loving husband, but there was really a lot to say about sheer brute power and truly monstrous size.
Maxima ignored when or how the Kryptonian had learned to shield himself, but even if her mind failed to touch his, to share her passion more deeply, more intimately, to join with him in all aspects, she was busy enough at the physical level to be ecstatic. She was astonished at his new savagery, his almost brutal single-mindedness, all suitably worthy of the warrior customs of Almerac. She also could hardly believe his amazing endowment as it stretched her deliciously with each mighty thrust. She always knew him as well gifted, having taken him in her mouth even if briefly, but he now dwarfed all her memories and nastiest expectations.
"AAAAAH! OHH! OW! AAAH!"
She threw her head first from side to side, and then backwards in jerking spasms, cushioned by her long, dense mass of red curls, and what remained of the mattress over the old-fashioned four-poster bed, now twisted beyond recognition. Her mind reeled from the intense pleasure overwhelming her consciousness.
Above Maxima's trembling body, the one in blue and red smiled, in many, many ways.
Of course she had always wanted him; he was handsome and noble and strong. He was Superman.
Even when just arrived on Earth, while still thinking him her cousin, she had flirted with him in front of everyone. His being so flustered by it just made it more thrilling. And just weeks ago, when the Seven Deadly Enemies got free, and the Spirit of Lust had taken her over, she had thrown herself at him, quite literally. She remembered how she had kissed and licked him then, wanting him to do her right there, him before any other. She had never resisted at all.
Maybe that last time had affected him too, maybe that was why he finally came to her, despite being married to that nagging hag, despite the renewed suspicion that maybe they were related after all. But even then, who but another Kryptonian would be right for her, and for him? The Amazon lesbian slut? The redheaded alien bitch Queen?
Surely he just knew it was right.
She gasped, and closed her eyes tightly as at long last, with a single powerful thrust, he entered her. It felt so tight, so deep, so hard, so right.
Superman's face grew red, and for a moment hesitated, unable to chose where to place his hands. But he had to stop her, and chose her upper arms, to push her away, away from him, breaking the kiss.
"Diana, I-ah-You..."
"Let's go in. Into your Fortress."
"You know we can't. I can't."
"But you want to."
"No. I love Lois. You know that. We-we are friends, we never can-"
"You want to."
"No, Diana. We agreed. We-"
"Can she do it like I can? Can she-?"
"Diana, no. NO. What's happening? This isn't like you."
"Only I-"
"This isn't you," he muttered, frowning, and pushed her away with sudden violence.
"Always the Boy Scout," she sneered, floating high above the icy peaks, and her curly black hair slowly lost color and length, while several figures materialized around them.
"OH-SHIT!"
His ring exploded with irresistible green energy just before he fell on his back. His right hand shook, the extended fingers stiff in a hooking gesture, the green halo surrounding them extending to all of his body, changing his clothing to the Green Lantern costume.
"SHIT-SHIT-SHIT! NOT AGAIN!"
He had nearly felt it on his fingers, the teeth where none should have ever been, almost feeling the sudden pressure even through the shield of green energy that permeated him, the shield that saved him from being mutilated.
He almost lost the fingers. He almost lost THE RING.
"SHIT!"
He knew. Despite lingering hope, he knew. Sure he fantasized with Wonder Woman; who would not? Even Donna had once confessed it. But once she had been close enough, he knew it was not her, no matter how good the resemblance, no matter how much he wanted it to be her.
It was the part of him that nagged and kept him from turning in a long-delayed piece because something just did not look right, or felt right. Sure, those boobs may have looked great, huge and round and seemingly flawless, and he had really looked carefully. But even having seen the real ones bared only briefly, thanks to those rare but very welcome occasions when Diana's bustier got damaged in combat, there was something just wrong, a slight difference making these ones here less than perfect, unworthy of the true Wonder Woman.
He looked up then, still fighting the shock and panic, almost afraid to see what his instinctive reaction had done, unleashing a furious green plasma blast inside her, really inside her. It should have torn her apart.
It had.
"Interesting foreplay," she said coldly, as her lower body reformed slowly, the spread flesh returning to a female-like configuration, with the added features of sharp vicious teeth lining the gaping maw in her loins.
"Oh, shit."
Something happened. Outside. He knew. He heard.
Something happened to his master. Just outside. Just before he could enter.
He had to get out. He had tried before out of boredom. Now it was important. He had to find his master, help his master.
"BILLY, STOP! STOP!"
They had careened through the air for miles, struggling, but she could not shake him off, her superhuman strength fully matched by his.
"NO! STOP! STOP NOW!"
It was unthinkable. Billy could never do such a thing. It had to be someone else, someone controlling him. Lust, from the Deadly Enemies, or Mr. Mind, or anyone. Just not Billy.
"NO! DON'T!"
His hand fought to access her crotch, the panties under her skirt already torn in the fight, and she twisted to deny him, feeling tears come to her eyes. It was not Billy, it could not be him.
They struck the mountain's peak with a missile's power, sending tons of snow and stone rumbling down. He pushed her face against the cracked rock, and fought to spread her legs from behind.
"NO!"
A virgin?" The voiceless question echoed in her mind, tinted by surprise, and followed by amusement and clear anticipation. >>A VIRGIN!<<
She felt like throwing up, but she did not. Instead, she grunted and turned her head aside to speak out loud.
"SHAZAM!"
"OH, YES! YES!"
They had completely destroyed both the walk-in closet and bathroom, and water sprayed everywhere from broken pipes. The reinforced concrete load-bearing wall that separated the central hallway of the building already shuddered ominously with each of his thrusts.
"OH, FUCK! The building-AH! We can't-! AHHH! FUCK!"
He felt immense inside her, and she almost wept with pleasure, and sheer joy. It was not just his size, or strength, or skill; it was everything. She had wanted him for so long that she was ravenous for him, and his every thrust made her whole body flare with incendiary delight.
"Wait-AH! The build-AAAH!"
His thrusts changed, becoming less forceful, but much faster, pistoning in and out of her drenched depths at near supersonic speeds.
"AAAAH! FUCK! FUCK THE BUILDING!"
Her climax raced unstoppably and with a hoarse cry she pushed with undeniable power, throwing him onto his back, still straddling him, the impact pulverizing the floor tiles and making the whole building shake and groan.
Fuck everything, she decided. Anyone with half a brain should have evacuated the place already. Pulling his upper body up, she hugged his face against her breasts, and rode him with desperate passion, until she screamed with unleashed delight and he groaned his own climax. She kept gasping and moaning for long minutes, still grinding against him, while her orgasm ran its course on her quivering flesh.
"Oh, Superman, Superman-" she gasped at last, falling over him, her breasts flattening on his wide, muscular chest. "I-I think I love you."
"Lost concentration," he gasped. "Did not work."
"What? It worked for me!"
"Must-Must try again."
"Oh, yes! YOU MUST! YOU SURE MUST!"
"No," a third voice stated.
"UH? WHA-WHO?" Her surprise was instantly overtaken by deep, guilty embarrassment at being found in the arms, or rather, over the cock of Superman.
"My turn," said the tall, heavily-built man in the red outfit and golden boots, standing just by them.
"Oh, shit," Karen muttered. It had to be a fellow member of the Justice Society, and goody-two-shoes Marvel, of all people, too. "Ah, look, we can explain-"
"I must try again."
"I want my turn," insisted the new arrival.
"Why the hell are you here, anyway?" Karen asked, indignation overcoming her initial shame. "Can't you fucking knock, or what?"
"I am here for you," he replied, freeing a massive erection from his groin, which sprang out to dangle before her eyes with almost a life of its own.
"AAAH! AHHHH! AH-AAHHHH!"
As ruler of Almerac, Maxima had known countless lovers, of all origins and species, but not even that crude, over-hung brute Mongul had taken her so utterly, making her normal need for dominance vanish, making her feel so fulfilled, so totally possessed.
It was perfect. She was his, and he was hers. They were perfect. Their Royal Wedding would be magnificent, and he would please her like this endlessly. Now her dynasty would endure forever, the union of her glorious line with the Kryptonian's might. The universe would be theirs.
"AAARGH!" He groaned and grunted loudly, and she felt his seed explode inside her, as well as a mental burst of pleasure that drove her even closer to the edge of the most powerful orgasm she had ever imagined.
He pulled out then.
"-Ah?" Her breathless voice was an afterthought compared to her telepathic scream of shocked disbelief.
It's done. Must just wait now.<<
"DONE? YOU ARE NOT DONE!" she screamed in both voice and mind, reverting to her native tongue. "I'M NOT DONE!"
"You were very good," he said laconically, and disappeared.
"GOOD? I WAS GOOD? THAT'S ALL? THAT'S ALL YOU SAY? OF COURSE I'M GOOD! I-AM-MAXIMA! I'M GREAT! I'M THE BEST! AND I'M NOT FINISHED!"
Her psychokinetic blast destroyed everything in the cramped apartment, but he had vanished from her senses, physical or mental.
"I'M NOT FINISHED!"
"BATS!"
"Plastic Man. These are just for JLA emergen-"
"You bet it's a fucking emergency! I barely got away! She may still-!"
"She?"
"Wonder Woman! Someone controlled her, or impersonated her, or something! Looks and powers and all, so-"
"Wait, what happened? How-?
"She just showed up and took off everything and man, is she fine, and she wanted to fuck my brains out, so I ran like hell-!"
"Wait-What?"
"I had to escape through the toilet pipes! Shi-it! For real! And man, is my landlord going to be pissed! She ripped everything out looking for me, but-"
"How did she look? Was she-?"
"How she looked? Walking wank-heaven, as always!"
"But how did you know-?"
"Had the creepiest look on her face! And I got this weird headache-"
"Headache? Right. Get to the Watchtower if you can. I'll gather the League."
"Aye, aye, Sir."
"Well done, Eel, not getting fooled, many-"
"Ah, of course 'twas a trap. Who'd ever believe Princess Boobs'd ever wanna boink me?"
His master was not at his dwelling place. His scent there was not recent.
His mate was also not there.
The angry loud female that was there was new to him.
He screamed as the magic lighting struck, making him burst into flame. His face and body changed, and her horror at his true appearance was matched by her relief at knowing it was not Billy after all.
He rolled in the remaining patches of snow, trying to put out the fire, but though she had been thrown aside, and her powerless body had registered the intense cold almost as a physical blow, she staggered towards him, and shouted again.
"SHAZAM!"
"AAARGH! YES! FUCK ME, FUCK MY WET, HOT CUNT! YES!"
Barda had one of her thick legs raised high, over his shoulder, and one hand on the wall before them, as he pounded her hard and fast, his thick member pistoning between the torn links of her chain mail and into her wet core.
"HARDER! AHH! FUCK ME HARDER!"
The observation lounge showed the evidence of their coupling in the form of shattered furniture and dented metal walls. He tried being in command from the start, but Barda liked being dominant when screwing anyone other than Scott, and even if Superman was much more aggressive and violent than ever believed he could, she was not going to turn passive.
"HARDER! HARDER! CAN'T YOU DO IT HARDER, DAMN YOU?"
He squeezed one of her jostling breasts with vicious power, making her gasp, before hugging her raised leg and switching to jerky, powerful thrusts that almost slammed her face-first against the wall.
"YES! YES! HURT ME! MAKE IT HURT GOOD!"
Her fingers dug into the wall's metal, twisting it like dough, and she humped back against him with even greater urgency. Her long, thickly muscled legs were spread wide, tensing mightily with each backwards push.
"YES! LIKE THAT! FUCK THAT CUNT! YES! YES-YES-YES!"
Granny Goddess had taught the bond between pain and happiness in her orphanage, and Barda had learned the lessons well. It was different with Scott, but from him she had added the lesson of patience, of prolonging and enhancing the tension until the moment was perfect.
Sensing the proximity of their climax, she twisted and pushed him violently away, breaking the union of their loins.
"NOT YET!"
She kissed him hungrily, and ripped the fabric on his chest, tearing apart the red symbol, to expose the bulging muscles of his chest. He then leaned down to bite hard at his nipples.
He groaned loudly and muttered words in an unknown language with the clear tone of cursing. She smiled, still licking, sucking and chewing on him. Perhaps he may still learn to fuck like an Apokolipsian.
"SHAZAM!"
Green Lantern, Flash, J'onn, and even Superman, all missing. Even now, he still thought of them by their codenames. You could never be too careful.
The League's heavy hitters, as well as several of the most powerful members of other groups, had vanished. It did not bode well.
He had located Diana somewhere in East Europe, but something was blocking the League communications.
That meant the Watchtower.
"SHAZAM!"
She should be angry, very angry.
Acknowledged or not to herself or to others, Karen had always longed to be intimate with Superman, unlikely as it was. Now that it had happened, someone else wanted in on it.
She should have told Marvel to fuck off, instead of eagerly sucking his cock. She really should have, no matter how impressive the oversized thing was.
Karen had always found him somewhat ridiculous, with his wimpy white cape, embroidered with flowers even, and the weird childish vibe he had sometimes. He even would look down and mumble every time she walked by, so he had to be either simple or gay. Yet Captain Marvel was one of the very few who could match Superman in nobility or sheer strength. He was also built like a mountain, in every way that mattered, and there was certainly nothing at all childish or simple in him now.
She decided it would be insane to pass on the possibly once-in-a-lifetime chance to have wanton sex with the world's two greatest and mightiest, and likely best-hung heroes ever, thus her presently trying to fit Marvel's monstrous meat in her mouth without choking while Superman went for round two under her. She was almost dizzy with her excitement.
"Enough," the red-clad powerhouse groaned, pulling his hands away from her head, and his dripping rod away from her lips. "Now."
Under her spread thighs, the one in blue and red did not change his pace. "I am close."
"YES! ME TOO!" Karen moaned.
"Both, then. At once."
Even through the obfuscation of her fiery passion, she still managed to register concern as he moved behind her.
"Wait-OH! AH! That-AH!-That just can't fit back there!"
"It will."
He squatted down behind her, his large member slapping on her round, bouncing buttocks, as he sought a proper positioning.
"No! Wait-AH! I-AH!-I'm not into anal! Don't you put that thing there!"
"I won't."
With flexibility that seemed anatomically impossible, he aligned his phallus with the one already sliding repeatedly into Karen's drenched vagina, and in single, irresistible thrust, forced it inside her sex as well.
Karen's eyes bulged and her mouth opened voicelessly, trying to scream, but there was no breath anywhere in her, there was only the pain from the piercing of her mercilessly over-stretched core, negating any other awareness of reality from her mind. Instinct demanded an escape from the pain, from the frantic thrusts of the twin intrusions in her sex, but the shocked blond beauty could just stiffen and tremble uncontrollably, pressed tightly between her two partners, her breasts flattened wide against the hard pectorals of the one beneath her, while her tensed back bore the weight of the one above. Sandwiched in the middle of a tiered configuration of wild lust, the boundaries between one participant and the other, between pain and pleasure, suddenly vanished, and something exploded through her body with the power of a sensory supernova. Overtaken by the most intense orgasm she had ever known, Power Girl gasped soundlessly and fainted.
"SHAZAM!"
He pushed Barda face-down to the floor, and grabbing her long, straight hair, pulled hard on it, all while humping her from behind, the way she liked it best.
"YES! YES! PULL MY HAIR! AH! HARDER! HARDER! AH! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME AS HARD AS YOU CAN! YES!"
He pulled harder, brutally even, and Barda arched her back, gasping sharply, yet she kept pushing back against him with delighted urgency.
"YES! FUCK THAT CUNT! YES! YES-YES-YES! AAARH!"
Strangely long nails in his hands dug into the large, hard masses of her round buttocks, fighting to pull her harder and faster against his frenzied thrusts.
"AAH! THE ASS! FUCK ME IN THE ASS!"
His reaction was a brief loss of pace in his thrusts.
"FUCK MY ASSHOLE! NOW! RAM YOUR BIG COCK UP MY SHITTER!"
He doubted noticeably again, yet continued to ignore her request.
"FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! RAM MY ASS! NOW!"
Still he balked. Barda could not believe it. She had the best ass in Apokolips and New Genesis. What virile male, man or god, could ever ignore such an offer?
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? FUCK ME UP THE ASS, DAMN IT!"
Suddenly a low rumble in the background became a loud growl and he was no longer inside her, ass or anything.
"SHAZAM!"
He had heard the screams of the female. She smelled of need, and had dark hair, like the sweet female with metal on her wrists, but her scent was sharper and coarser.
He was at first curious, then surprised, then angry.
It was not his master.
It did not smell like his master.
It should not look like his master.
"SHAZAM!"
Barda stood up and turned, cursing in ways that would make a parademon blush.
"WHAT THE FUCK-?"
The white dog with the red cape was in a furious frenzy, and blood splattered everywhere as its fangs viciously tore flesh, its savagery overwhelming any attempt of its victim to fight it off.
Barda reacted instantly, and her kick threw the beast across the room, to strike a wall, yet it just flew back without pause. She punched at it, but it was fast, and her fist only grazed one of its legs, and it pounced behind her.
"NO!"
She turned and fell on the dog, barely pulling it off the bloodied shape on the floor, the enraged creature's strength enormously out of proportion to its size. She could barely hold it.
"DAMN BEAST! I'LL-"
Barda's eyes caught then the being she had believed to be Superman. The resemblance vanished fast as his shape and color changed while torn tissues tried to rejoin, to repair the damage inflicted by the dog, damage which would have been instantly fatal in a normal human.
"WHAT THE-?"
Her grip loosened in her shock, and freeing itself, the dog jumped back at Barda's former lover.
Barda stared as the being, whatever it was, tried to fight off the dog with little success, strength drained by attempts to heal multiple injuries, which ultimately failed before the renewed fury of the animal.
When the dog moved back, the creature had long stopped struggling. Barda stepped closer and pursed her mouth in disgust, not at the body's bloody state, but at the realization of the kind of being that had mere moments before been joined with her in sexual intercourse.
"Damned shape-changer," she spat, and kicked at the body. "You wouldn't fuck my ass? You deserved this."
Mary stepped back at last from the charred creature. Its burnt contours were those of some hideous alien abomination, and it still twitched weakly.
Despite its horrible intentions, she felt relief at knowing she had not killed the thing.
She would need to take it somewhere where it could be held and helped without danger, to someone who could tell her just what it was. She hoped there were not more like it.
Then she would throw up.
The tube flashed once, and then grew dark.
He liked the dark. There were ways to move unnoticed under the lights, too, but darkness was always better. He trusted the dark. His mission had been born there.
Only he knew of this teleporter tube, down in the dark basements of the Watchtower, unmonitored by the general systems. It was a safeguard, just for a time like this.
He had sent out all the proper alerts, through the most secure channels, with language as careful as possible. People already thought him paranoid easily enough without his simply telling them to be afraid of sleeping with anyone.
Too many of them already slept with each other. It had become a liability, and it was being exploited.
He just needed to confirm how.
Batman gathered his cape around him, and blended into the shadows.
Gathering the scattered parts of her armor, Barda saw the dog licking at one of his paws, whining.
She frowned.
"-Suppose I should thank you," she said, testily. "You could have arrived a good while later, though."
The dog suddenly lifted his head up, and growled.
"What the fuck is it now?"
There were pathways to reach every area unobserved. He knew all of them.
He soon saw the intruders, but they did not see him, nor sensed him, despite their many inhuman senses. He had taken proper precautions to be shielded.
It looked bad, but then, it always did.
He just needed to organize a plan. He always did.
"Enough..." Wonder Woman gasped as her mouth left his. Placing her hands on his bulging pectorals, she pushed her trembling body away from his, wetly sliding off the inhumanly massive rod of dark green flesh impaling her. She winced as the swollen head finally exited her folds, moist with their combined secretions.
He reached again for her, for her slender waist and one of her heaving breasts.
"I said enough."
Her blow struck his jaw, throwing him to impact the barren ground of a desolate expanse many miles distant. He had barely sat up when she was on him again, and one booted foot slammed his head back on the ground, before being followed by a succession of elbow strikes that made the ground around them shake.
"You bastard." She looped her lasso around his body, and tightened it with a brisk twist, while keeping one foot over his neck. "Protex, right?"
The green body changed, elongating, and becoming a sickly white .
"The lasso will force you to keep your true form."
"Ah, you knew?" he asked, while the lasso tightened around his Martian shape. "You still surprise me."
"I know now, Protex, or whatever your real name is."
"And before?"
"I suspected. Now, the others-?"
"And still you fucked me."
"J'onn is a dear friend-"
"Who you'd love to fuck."
"Who I love enough to give the benefit of the doubt."
"The Greener could never fuck you like I did."
"That's how I'd always know, Protex. No matter how much you tried, you were always too crude and violent-"
"You like it that way."
"J'onn would never-"
"You knew, but did not stop me."
"I just did."
"Only after I made you come."
"I had to be sure."
"-Made you come twice."
"I had to be VERY sure."
Protex laughed, loudly, an ugly screeching noise, both vocal and mental.
"You wanted me to fuck you. You needed me to fuck you. Why deny it?"
"The sex was satisfying," Diana shrugged. Even if the lasso had not bound both to the truth, she still would have accepted it. She did not believe in lying, to others or herself. "Physically. Only that."
"You acknowledged your pet Greener could never fuck you like that. Nor could any of the pathetic humans-"
"There are many ways to enjoy sex."
"Why settle for less when you could be my mate forever? When you could be fucked just-"
"Oh, please. You're good, yes. I enjoyed it. A lot, even. But I've enjoyed it with others, too; just as much, or even more. Don't think you're that special."
"Who could ever fuck you better than me?"
"None of your business."
"Your weak, useless friends-?"
"None of your business."
"Others like me? Ah! Should have known!"
"Stay out of my mind, Protex."
"You even fucked beasts and-?"
"Well, I even fucked you."
"You're really a slut, aren't you? A dirty-"
"It doesn't matter to anyone but me who or what I fuck, Protex. Doesn't even matter whether I come or not. What matters is whether I respect them afterwards."
"You damn bitch-"
Her foot struck him with earth-shaking strength, and she drew her lasso tight enough to cut his skin.
"And I could never respect scum like you."
Now she had real reasons to be pissed.
Karen woke up face-down in the cracked, debris-covered floor, naked but for boots and gloves, sticky all over with more than just dried sweat, and aching horribly in the worst of places. She even had four broken nails.
She recalled losing it seconds after Captain Marvel had double-reamed her, knocked into oblivion by the most unbelievable orgasm ever. She had no idea how long they had kept fucking her after that, but it felt like they had a real party with her.
And she had missed it.
Bastards.
She tried to budge and groaned weakly.
Great. She could barely move, and most likely her sex would never be the same again. Perhaps even walking would never be the same again. This might be the way women felt after giving birth, except for the random shivers of lingering pleasure still coursing through her body that made even the awful soreness feel nice. From that, she guessed that even unconscious, she must have been coming again and again during the whole thing. And she had missed it.
She could hardly even believe it. She had been gotten the fucking of a lifetime, from none others than Superman and Captain Marvel themselves, both at once, and she had missed it.
She had reasons to be pissed for life.
And the bastards were gone, too. They had fucked her brains out and left, left while she was still out of it. She would have never expected that, but then, she had never expected that any of the two would ever really fuck her like this, or at all.
Damn, insensitive bastards, had to be men.
She should really beat the shit out of the two of them, teach them some damn manners.
She would. After making them fuck her brains out again. And she would sure as hell not miss it.
He found them in the infirmary, of all places. Flash, Superman, Green Lantern, and many others, even Captain Marvel. The White Martians had transformed the devices for healing into instruments of bondage and torture. So like them.
Every captive appeared to be alive, thankfully, though each one had a glowing spike of something stuck in the forehead. There was no blood, or evident injuries, so it could be some kind of semi-solid energy, maybe a visible mental construct to keep the captives in thrall. It was still stupid of the Martians. Even as hostages, the League remained dangerous. But the White Martians seemed to have a degree of egomania in common with most of the foes the League faced. They needed audiences. Perhaps it was an intrinsic part of the mindset of wannabe world conquerors.
He could not free the others yet. The place crawled with the Martians, every one of them as powerful as J'onn, but without his morals. As he thought that, the Martians at the room's center stepped back, and Batman had an unobstructed view of the captive there.
It was J'onn. A dozen of the glowing spikes were stuck into his head, with more all over his body, a body that was now quite different from the one Batman had known. Not only was there a rictus of anguish in J'onn's face, his naked body was also being changed and reshaped, most noticeably in the narrowing waist and the rounded soft masses obviously growing on his chest.
Despite the alien features of the Martians surrounding J'onn, Batman could recognize their expressions as leering.
He inched backwards along the narrow ventilation duct. He should not feel so disturbed. He knew that J'onn's shape-shifting could change his gender. He knew that Martians were hermaphroditic. Yet seeing the normally masculine J'onn with breasts and a penis at once had been unsettling. Whatever was being done to J'onn must be stopped before it was too late.
He needed a really good plan.
PART TWO: A PALE SHADE OF WHITE
The lack of answers from the Watchtower or the other Leaguers was ominous. Only Plastic Man's communicator had been active, and for some unknown reason he shut it off just when she called him.
If Protex had overcome J'onn's mindwipe then the other White Martians had likely done the same; sixty-nine of them, an army of multi-powered enemies.
If the Watchtower had fallen, just walking into it would be almost suicidal, yet she had to try. There may be friends there needing help.
Protex stirred, and Diana elbowed him in the back of the neck until he became limp again. She tightened the lasso again, and entered the teleporter tube.
He had opposed it, but they were J'onn's kind, and Batman let him decide in the end. But he should have known better. Brainwashing seventy superpowered aliens and placing them amongst humanity had been a time-bomb at best. He also hated the idea of mind-modification. Could guilt be vanished by making the criminal forget? Things were never that easy. The past could never be just washed away just like that. He knew that well.
They had likely struck when J'onn was on monitor duty, making him prisoner, and taking over the Watchtower, using it to coordinate their attack. With the lunar lack of atmosphere, and controlling the Watchtower's artificial environment, the Martians had minimized the dangers from their vulnerability to fire.
But Batman knew there was always a way. He already had several ideas.
He just needed a good enough distraction now.
A dozen eyes spat energy at her, more than what her mega-rod could absorb and Barda fell back, barely keeping her footing. She had tried fighting the pale creatures, hideous even by the standards of Apokolips, but her attacks had met only insubstantial fog.
"DAMN YOU ALL TO THE WALL! FIGHT ME! FIGHT ME!"
Their eyes glowed again, and she gritted her teeth, but a flash of red and white moved before her, taking the blast.
"YOU DAMN DOG! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"
Krypto barked, and then the closed doors, which the attackers had phased through, suddenly flew open.
"BACK!" yelled Wonder Woman. "BACK OFF NOW!"
The Amazon had one of them, its ugly head held in a vise-like grip, where it could be easily crushed, Barda noticed with professional interest. Maybe the Princess was not as vanilla-boring as she had thought.
The Martians turned to face Wonder Woman and her limp captive. Other Martians approached from behind her.
"CAN HE HEAL BACK FROM A SPLATTERED BRAIN?"
Barda's respect for the Amazon rose another pair of notches, and then the Martians vanished, all at once.
"KRYPTO! USE HEAT VISION ON THIS ONE IF ANY COMES NEAR! FRY HIM TO CINDERS! DON'T MIND ME!"
Krypto barked, wagging his tail, and a pulse of energy from his eyes struck an overturned sofa near Wonder Woman, making it burst into flames.
Realizing their invisibility was useless against the dog's super-sight, the Martians became visible again, and moved away from both them and the torched furniture.
Maybe the dog was not that stupid after all, Barda thought, while Wonder Woman slowly moved closer.
"Barda."
The former Apokolipsian Fury just frowned and nodded. The Amazon surely noticed that Barda was naked except for the metal parts of her armor, but did not seem surprised or puzzled.
She's thinking she may even grow to like you.<<
Wonder Woman twisted her hands fast, but Protex had dematerialized, and the loops of her lasso fell loose.
"KRYPTO! BURN THEM! BARDA! BREATHE DEEP!"
Just before the Martians unleashed their eye-blasts, the Amazon grabbed Barda and sprang powerfully through the window's reinforced plasteel, towards Earth.
The sudden decompression of a whole Watchtower sector was a more drastic distraction than he may have wanted, but it worked, and he was prepared for such a thing. He was always prepared.
He reached the hidden teleporter tube and left the moon.
Now he had to break into Superman's Fortress.
Light took one second to travel between Earth and the Moon, but even focusing on the gift of Hermes, Wonder Woman could not travel so fast. Even at five times the speed of sound in air, the maximum she ever attempted, it could take her four minutes to cover that distance, but she also needed to decelerate before entering the atmosphere, or the sudden friction, after the cold of space, would most likely kill both Barda and her.
She could endure hard vacuum briefly, and expected Barda's resilience to be comparable, but the distance from Earth weakened Demeter's gifts, and air remained a problem.
She could hold her breath for over six minutes. It had to be enough.
"Better be a damn good reason," Karen grumbled, walking into the meeting room of the Justice Society's building with self-conscious slowness, still so sore that each step made her wince.
"Power Girl." Mr. Terrific had that stern, disappointed look he got even with the skin-tight mask. "You're late."
"Yeah, yeah." It would be easier if Terrific would pretend to look elsewhere while checking out her tits, like most everyone did, but he had to be a gentleman. The man really needed to get laid.
"Very late."
She sighed. She had found one surviving costume in the ruin of her wardrobe, but blowing as much dirt as possible off the white fabric had been a chore.
"Yeah. Sorry."
Terrific just turned to the others in the room, which included Doctor Fate, Stargirl, Hawkgirl, and Wildcat, who did enough staring at Karen's chest for two men. There was also that young chick with Captain Marvel's powers.
"Recapping for those who arrived late," Terrific began, making Karen grimace. "Miss Marvel here-"
"Mary. Mary Marvel."
Karen snorted. Who the hell thought that 'Mary' worked as part of a codename?
"Yes. Miss Mary Marvel was attacked thirty-three minutes ago by someone appearing to be Captain Marvel-"
"Uh?"
"Captain Marvel. Please pay attention. She stopped the attacker, severely injuring him-"
"Go girl!" Courtney, the young Stargirl, gave Mary a thumbs up with a wide, retainer-showing smile, while Hawkgirl nodded her approval. Karen's mouth just hung open voicelessly.
"-And revealing him as an alien."
Karen breathed out with relief. That explained the duplicate.
"It's now on life-support, under strict security." Terrific made one of his levitating T-spheres project a hologram.
Wildcat whistled loudly. "Damned ugly critter!"
"The files identify it as a White Martian."
Karen's eyes opened wildly. "WHAT?"
"Mary could not contact the Justice League, so she came to us."
The young girl dropped her eyes. "I knew Captain Marvel had joined you, and didn't know where else-"
"You did well, Mary. Now, the real Captain Marvel and many other metahumans have been confirmed missing, and we received a strange warning from Batman minutes ago-"
"But-NO!"
"Power Girl?"
"It can't be! He-"
"Who?"
"Marvel! He was with me! Half an hour ago!"
Terrific lifted one eyebrow. There was no need to be the world's smartest man to catch some things.
"Was with you?"
Wonder Woman could not concentrate on flying. Slowing down their fall was hard enough. She lost her grip on Barda seconds before they reached the ground, and could just focus on the strength of her legs, on hitting the ground, touching Mother Gaea at last.
The noise of the twin landings was heard a mile away.
Barda flexed her knees and walked towards the gasping Amazon. A Mother Box, placed in the armored band on Barda's upper arm, had recycled her air, but Wonder Woman had no such advantage.
"Good strategic withdrawal."
Diana looked up at the seven-feet tall woman and smiled in reply. Compliments did not come easily to Barda.
"Will he follow us everywhere?"
Diana turned to see Krypto land a few steps away.
"He's-useful."
"Sure." Barda removed her armor's helmet and pointed at Diana's hair. "Freezing and then burning. You'll need to cut the fringes at least."
Diana smiled again, and stood up. "And you need some clothes."
The floating robot drone regarded the dark-clad man.
"Identity confirmed: Batman. Access Granted."
Batman stepped through the wrecked gate as the drone continued its repairs. The Martians had not damaged the tesseract gate of the Fortress, he deduced. It had been forced open from the inside.
Maybe the dog had its uses.
Karen blushed so intensely that she feared her skin would look red even through her costume.
"Well, we had a-you know, a team-up."
"Team up?"
"Yeah, ah, with Superman, too."
"Superman is also missing."
Karen blinked twice before turning to stare at the image in the hologram of the burned White Martian.
"Oh, fuck. FUCK!"
Dangerous. Better keep them captive here instead. Ensure fertilization succeeded.<<
Will happen,<< the one once called Protex assured his fellow White Martian.
He approached the trembling green body of J'onn J'onzz. The psychic constructs impaling him were doing their work, taking control of his nervous system, overpowering his will, making his turning a matter of time. If the crossbreeding with the humans failed, then this lowly Greener would be the Martian's last chance at continuing their species.
His mind formed structures of formal disgust. It was actually more distasteful to contemplate breeding with this degenerated sub-Martian than with the fixed-form human females. The Greener's resemblance to real, superior Martians made it seem more obscene. Protex also recognized an undeniable appeal to mating with the human females, to how their fixed-shapes were affected by increased bodily dimensions during copulation. The Amazon's mental responses of pain and pleasure were always particularly captivating.
No more need for subtlety. Open war now.<<
PART THREE: MARS ATTACKS
Batman shook his head. "We're losing. It's been just minutes and we're losing already."
Wonder Woman frowned. "We've beaten them before."
"We had fire. But they've seeded the atmosphere with nanobots that retard flame near the point of danger to all biochemical life. Only self-fueled flame weapons work efficiently enough. Many are trying, but-"
Mister Terrific nodded. "And the moon is more than just a haven from fire. With their strength and Earth at the bottom of the gravity well, just throwing large enough chunks of rock from there could be as destructive as a nuclear attack."
"Then we must take back the Watchtower."
"Almost seventy of them, Diana. Each as powerful as J'onn. Three just put down Captain Atom in Washington. How many people on that level we have? Ten? Counting you?"
"We have more people of different levels," Terrific stated. "We must devise teamwork to level the odds."
"They'll mindread us and counter. Only Zatanna keeps us shielded now. We cannot have any fixed plans that may be leaked by a single weak link."
"But if Zatanna-?"
"She's useful, like Fate. But the Martian's telepathy makes them more capable of facing magic-users than a Daxamite army would, and we have even less operatives at that level of magic."
Diana lifted a hand. "But we have an advantage you forget."
Both men turned to her.
"Most of the strongest fighters now for an attack on the moon are women, and they will hold back against us."
Terrific frowned. "They will?"
"Yes. Because we can give birth."
He stopped her before they left.
"We need to rescue J'onn, Diana"
"We need to rescue everyone. With Superman and-"
"Of course. But I have a plan I dare not share yet-"
"As always."
"And J'onn is vital."
"We'll get everyone back."
"They were doing... awful things to him, Diana."
"We'll get everyone back."
"What the hell you called me here for? Sentinel and Superboy were getting creamed! They need me-"
"We must attack the Watchtower," Wonder Woman said, nodding towards the other women present. "We need you for that." "The Watchtower? But how-?"
"Zatanna will take us there."
Karen recognized the short witch in her slutty fishnet stockings. The others were the annoying Mary Marvel chick; Starfire, the long-haired slut from the Titans; Big Barda, looking as usual like a male bodybuilder with pornstar implants, and that literally artificial airhead blonde who dared to call herself Supergirl.
"And the guys? Captain Atom, Black Adam or-?"
"It's just us girls," Mary Marvel said, with a dumb, cheerleader-type smile.
"Hell, I hate saying this, but we could use more muscle."
Barda smiled smugly. "Have here all the muscle you'll need, little one."
"Little One? Who're you calling-?"
"Enough, please," Wonder Woman stated firmly, stepping between the two women. "Our priority is freeing the captives, so the tide can turn to our favor. Superman, Captain Marvel and J'onn J'onzz first-"
Barda turned pointedly towards Power Girl. "Heard she can handle the first two."
Karen paled. "What the fuck-?"
Barda smiled. "Exactly."
Wonder Woman frowned. "Barda, please."
"But she did, didn't she?"
"She did what?" Mary Marvel asked innocently.
"Or rather, they did. To her."
"Barda, please."
Power Girl clenched her fists. "What, you jealous? That they came for me and not-?"
"Oh, they came for me, too, but I wasn't as easy."
"WHAT?"
"Barda, enough!"
"Yet you did come for them, didn't you, Little One?"
"You bitch-"
"Karen!"
"Wait a minute," Supergirl asked. "You mean you-?"
Karen closed her eyes, and muttered: "I thought they were the real ones."
"Real ones?"
"Superman and Captain Marvel!"
"You though they were-?"
"Yes! Damned shape-shifters-"
"And you-?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"She what? What what?" Mary Marvel asked, looking from one to the other, frowning.
"Nothing," Wonder Woman cut in. "We can't waste time-"
"But-," Supergirl continued. "Superman-?"
"It was an impulse thing."
"Impulse?" Mary looked even more puzzled. "From Young Justice?"
"No," Starfire said. "He's a Titan now."
"Like you wouldn't have done the same yourself!" Power Girl continued. "Come on! Who here wouldn't sleep with Superman if she could?"
There was a brief moment of silence.
Mary Marvel looked down and blushed. "He's cute, for an older guy, but-"
"Older guy?"
"Great body," Barda shrugged. "Big, hard muscles, and his-"
Starfire nodded. "Oh, yes, that also looks very-"
"Sure, he's good-looking," Zatanna ventured. "But, there was this article a while back by this Niven guy-"
"For ones who don't break easily-"
"Hey, magic can-"
Diana sighed. "We really don't have time for this."
Power Girl turned to her. "Well, didn't you date him and everything?"
"Years ago."
"So you started soon."
"No, we're just friends now."
"And he's married now, too," Supergirl said.
"He is?" Mary asked.
Barda laughed. "You Earthlings are so stuck on foolish tribal customs!"
"Yes, they are," Starfire agreed.
Diana shook her head. "Why are we even discussing this? We have-"
"But," Supergirl addressed Power Girl again. "What if you really are related to-?"
"Oh, shut up, it wasn't him, ok? It was a damned alien."
"But you thought it was him!"
"Of course I did! You think I'd fuck two of those ugly chalky things if-"
Mary Marvel's eyes grew wide. "Then you-?"
"At least I didn't sleep with Luthor."
Supergirl stepped back, reddening. "That was different!"
"Oh, sure! Being the fuck-toy of the biggest creep on Earth was so much more decent!"
"I thought he-!"
"Luthor?" Mary Marvel's eyes could not grow any wider. "THE Lex Luthor?"
Zatanna moved closer to Supergirl, eyes sparkling. "You slept with Luthor? I didn't know that!"
"She lived with him! For months!"
"With old, bald Luthor?"
Supergirl blushed. "He was in a younger cloned body!"
"Yeah, pull the clone excuse." "And he had hair! And in my original Earth-"
"Why didn't I hear that? When was it? Was I on tour-?"
Supergirl turned to Zatanna, with a thin-lipped smile. "Maybe you were having orgies with that sleazy English chain-smoking con-man, so-"
Diana spoke softly. "Will everyone please stop this?"
"She started!"
"I didn't!"
"We all have our private matters, who we like or who we've been with, but we don't-"
"She slept with Martians!" Supergirl said, pointing. "Martians! How can that be a private matter? She-"
"Well, I did it, too," Diana said.
"You did?"
"You did?" Mary Marvel echoed.
"Yes."
Barda shrugged. "I did it, too. Or started to. But he died."
"He DIED? What-?"
"It was the dog, he-"
"Same here," Starfire said calmly.
"You, too?"
"Looked like Dick-"
"DICK?"
"Nightwing. We haven't been together for years now-"
"Ah," Zatanna commented. "Now, Dick -He's hot."
Mary blushed again.
"Isn't he seeing Oracle now?"
Starfire ignored them. "When he appeared at my room, I didn't question him, but-"
Power Girl laughed. "You just screwed him?"
"No. Knew it wasn't him when we first touched. My people have tactile mind-linking-"
"What?"
"His alien tongue filled-"
"Too many details-!"
"-MY MIND. So I knew. And I killed him. My starbolts burned him to death."
"Ouch. Really?"
"Really."
"Well, that taught him not to fuck with you."
"Yes."
"Damn. You're pretty hardcore."
"I like her already," Barda said.
Supergirl looked around uneasily. "Well, nothing like that happened to me."
"Me neither. I'm actually jealous," Zatanna complained.
"The Martians sought those with superhuman natures, who may physically breed with them," Wonder Woman explained.
"WHAT?"
"Damn bastards," Power Girl muttered. "Thankfully I'm on the pill."
"The pill?"
"Yeah, real heavy-duty one. Daxamite."
"But-?"
"Hell, you never know."
Supergirl turned to Wonder Woman. "And you?"
"I'm at risk. But it didn't happen the previous time, so-"
"Previous time?"
"I had an affair with their leader when the Hyperclan-"
"YOU DID?"
"Me too," Power Girl muttered. "Bastard."
"He any good?" Barda asked.
Diana shrugged casually. "Oh, yes."
"Yeah, real, real good," Karen added. "Bastard."
"He also pretended to be Superman then?"
"No, then he had this long-haired, golden look-"
"Oh, yes. I remember that," Supergirl said, blushing. "But now-"
"I don't even know if he was one of them this time-"
Wonder Woman sighed. "With me, it was him again."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I could tell, despite the disguise, and-"
"Fucking bastard! As Superman, or Marvel?"
"J'onn."
"J'ONN?"
"Others have tried seducing me before by impersonating Superman or Captain Marvel. I'd not be fooled that way. No offense, Karen."
"BUT J'ONN? And you-?"
"Why shouldn't I-?"
"Well, he's a Martian, too!"
"He's a hero of great courage and nobility."
"But to-? I mean, he's an alien!"
"So is Superman."
"Sure, but Superman isn't green, or-"
"Does color matter to you?"
"That's not what I-! He's not human!"
Diana shrugged. "So I should look down on him for that? For being different?"
"No! Damn it, you know what I mean-"
"I do know that I've had perfectly good lovers who were also aliens-"
"You have?"
"So I see no reason for discrimination just on the-"
"Well, Protex doesn't count, we both thought he-"
"Oh, I didn't mean Protex. There have been others-"
"Others?"
"-And most were much less good-looking than J'onn."
"But-? Who-?"
"Well, it's rather private, Karen."
"But-"
"But sometimes, the more alien, the better."
"Yeah, strange how that works," Starfire agreed.
"We must really, really all chat sometime, Princess," Barda said.
Mary Marvel stood open-mouthed. She was seeing the world from a completely unsuspected new perspective.
PART FOUR: DOUBLE ENTRY
No Martians received them, and Batman allowed himself to breathe out slowly. They had materialized in the storeroom silently, their teleporting masked against the possible addition of new security devices by the Mother Box on his companion's arm, its soft 'ping-ping' the only sound in the darkened basements.
He had not told Diana, but he expected the overt attack to fail. Success would be welcome, but it was unlikely; what he needed was the distraction that the assault may provide. He gritted his teeth, remembering how high the price of such tactic could become.
Turning to his companion, he nodded grimly and moved towards the ventilation duct, uneasy despite himself about the garish garb that the other man wore. Bright red and yellow cloth seemed completely out of place for a desperate stealth mission, but Batman knew well that if there was anyone on Earth better than him at sneaking unseen in and out of places, it was Scott Free.
"HO, TIHS-!"
Zatanna spoke backwards without thinking, as she often did in moments of stress, even if not willing power through the reverse-talk. She should have spoken a spell of defense as the white Martian charged at her, but it had been too fast. She had readied several combat spells beforehand, but she could cast magicks only as fast as she could speak, and the Martians were much faster than that.
The young magician fell backwards on her rear, sure it was all over, when the Martian was driven down through the floor of the Watchtower by Power Girl's feet, mere inches away from her, making the heavily-reinforced complex shake. Both combatants then disappeared, too fast to be seen, as the blonde powerhouse drove the Martian down with blow after blow until he struck the lunar crust a fraction of a second later.
Zatanna shook her head, fighting the urge to throw up. It had been close. Focusing her will, she spoke fast the reversed words, her voice the key that unlocked the wild magic, shaping a powerful defensive shield against the Martians' many powers. It would limit her senses to the immediate surroundings and make further spells difficult, but she was her team's weak link in the impossibly fast and brutal combat developing all around her. Powerful as her magic was, human reaction time could not match Martian speed, and away from Earth as source of mana, having to shape magic in the Moon's dead environs, she dared not try to affect the time-flow around them, or attempt to cast wide-range spells on the Martians.
She had brought the strike team and necessary oxygen- rich air into the Watchtower, and had barely cast the spell to keep the imported atmosphere contained before the Martians had rushed to attack. While Power Girl had saved her, Zatanna knew that this conflict was out of her league. She could not even register exactly most of what was going around her.
It was war now.
Zatanna sat down, muttering backwards to sustain the protection on the others' minds, and began preparing the escape spell in her mind. She hoped they would all survive to use it.
She also resolved to stop making fun of Power Girl's boobs behind her back.
The creatures recovered fast from the initial surprise, converging ominously on the small group of brightly-clad young women, outnumbering them three to one. Chalk-white shapes shifted into a plethora of battle configurations, all spikes and teeth and sucker-covered tentacles, and cruel sunken eyes glowed with coruscating power.
"The ones on the right are mine," Barda said with a broad smile.
Mary Marvel felt like running away and hiding. Never since receiving her powers had she faced such fearsome foes. The white Martians and their shape-shifting, hideous alien bodies made her skin crawl, and she tried not to imagine what they had wanted to do to her. It was abominable.
Yet she had to do her part. She just could not let the others down.
She was just a child. Powerful and vital, but a child; no match for a skilled Martian warrior. Dodging her fists was easy, through displacement and local-shifting of his form. Her mind was shielded, but he was not interested in her mind.
His white limbs wrapped around her, squeezing her firm, young flesh. She was ripe, his senses told him. The initial revulsion at her genetic inferiority was gone, as the prospect of mating, of siring offspring again, filled his self with instinctive, atavistic urgency.
She tried to scream, but hesitated, and then his face molded itself over hers, his tongue darting into her open mouth.
She almost yelled the Word, but stopped, suddenly in doubt of whether lightning, magic or not, could even happen on the moon. Then it was too late. She felt the thing over her, on her, and was assaulted by its overpowering taste for an awful, horrible instant.
Suddenly it was gone, and she fell to the ground, retching. The horrible thing fell close, its undefined shape struck again and again with brutal power by blue-clad feet and fists.
"DAMN!" Power Girl shouted. "MUST I BABYSIT EVERYONE?"
Indignation filled the mind of the one who had called herself PriMaid. The human females were more powerful and determined than the males had expected, and many experienced warriors had been overconfident enough to be foolishly defeated, probably being too focused on reproductive urges to dematerialize when needed.
Males. Served them right. Crazed over the fertile but unworthy wombs of the fixed-form humans.
Facing the one wearing the same colors and symbol of the Kryptonian, she felt her probes slide uselessly against whatever protected the human minds, and her anger grew into rage. Energy burst from her eyes and her mind laughed as the human fell.
DO NOT HARM THEM!<<
All Martian warriors mindcast patterns of obedience at Protex's renewed command. Their attacks had sought to only immobilize, not kill or maim, but PriMaid let her full defiance show.
Protex was the worst. He had started this all, with his unclean fixation on the fixed-forms, with his sick obsession with that disgusting black-haired human slut.
Broadcasting her fury, PriMaid sought the one they called the Amazon. She would hand Protex her head.
Their two youngest were down, Barda noticed. Brave girls, perhaps, but none would have lasted a year in Granny's Orphanage.
She saw the Martian female rush at Wonder Woman, the mind-screech clear even through the shields. With a shrug, Barda turned to aim her Mega-Rod at her closest opponents. The Amazon could take care of herself.
Wonder Woman blocked the Martian vision blast with her bracelets, but her counterattack found nothing to hit. Through hearing and combat instincts she could handle her opponents becoming invisible, but intangibility made effective combat nearly impossible. They were trying to wear her down, she realized, attacking fast and then dematerializing, until they could overpower and trap her.
The mental cry alerted her, and she turned fast, but the Martian was already on her, without strategy, without restrain.
Protex mindcast a powerful pattern of anger and menace, the equivalent of a loud curse, making most Martians wince and hesitate. But before he could reach PriMaid to teach her the cost of disobedience, he was struck by a fast, blue-gloved fist.
"You went only after her, did you? Only after HER!" Power Girl yelled, her eyes blazing with anger. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
Starfire's starbolts were most effective against the Martians. Even if they could let the energy pulses pass through them, the fires resulting from blasting the device-laden walls had immediate results, forcing them to flee through walls and floors, to escape the debilitating flames.
Starfire allowed herself a brief smile, before she was brutally struck by a sudden psycho-kinetic impact. Instantly unconscious, the Tamaranian warrior princess fell.
With enormous strength and speed, her foe drove Wonder Woman backwards through wall after wall of reinforced metal. Sharp claws raked at her skin and vicious fangs sought her long neck with single-minded ferocity.
Grunting, the Amazon smashed a bracelet-covered wrist forward into the gaping maw, shattering the oversized teeth and halting her opponent's momentum. Instantly, as the Martian's body started to shift into pliability, Diana brought both of her palms together against the sides of the creature's head.
The impact resonated like a thunderclap, and the Martian collapsed to the ground limply, head flattened along its length in almost absurd fashion.
If she could touch them, she could beat them, Wonder Woman knew. She looked up, and instantly recognized Protex, despite his grotesque alien shape.
He walked towards her with deliberate slowness, one arm stretched back, dragging behind him, by her short blonde hair, the unconscious Power Girl.
Protex projected the mental equivalent of a shrug, and his psycho-kinesis nonchalantly shoved PriMaid's fallen body aside. She had disobeyed her Warlord, and deserved failure as her punishment.
His deep red eyes met Wonder Woman's bright blue ones, and he threw the buxom blond human at the Amazon's feet. An instant later, two other Martians materialized, with Barda's limp form held between them.
Protex's mouth grew wide in a cruel, fang-filled smile.
It is over, Princess.<<
The noise and shocks of combat had stopped.
Zatanna felt multiple enemy minds gathering around her, probing against her shield. Starfire, Supergirl and Mary Marvel lay close by, unconscious, while the others had vanished during the fight, well beyond her range.
She saw Martians greedily grab at her fallen teammates, and shivered. She had to make a decision now.
A Martian lifted Starfire up by her long, curly hair, and roughly tore off the metal cups covering her large breasts, while another pulled up Supergirl's skirt to grab at her underpants.
Swearing on beings and powers unknown to the light of the world, Zatanna spoke backwards the escape spell, taking with her those whose presence she could sense, and leaving Barda, Power Girl, and Wonder Woman behind.
All the scans agreed. There were no traces of live Martian sperm in the humans. The attempt had failed.
Protex felt the frustration and despair race through his people. He needed to give them something.
THE IMPREGNATION HAS NOT HAPPENED. YET.<<
All minds tuned to him.
WE WILL TRY AGAIN. AND AGAIN. UNTIL IT SUCCEEDS.<<
He felt morale rise slightly.
ALL WILL TRY. ALL.<<
The questioning echoes confirmed his choice.
SUMMON THE OTHERS. ALL THE OTHERS.<<
Only one mind spoke up in protest.
But the campaign is nearly over. The last resisting humans will be defeated in minutes. We cannot-<<
THE HUMANS WILL BE DEFEATED ANYWAY. LET THEM GRAB FOOLISH HOPES TO MAKE THEIR BREAKING SWEETER. SUMMON ALL OUR KIND BACK NOW. LET ALL ATTEMPT THE BREEDING. EITHER THESE HUMANS OR THE TURNED GREENER WILL TAKE, AT WHATEVER THE COST.<<
He felt the repressed disgust and jealousy from their barren females being drowned by the rising lust of the males. His mind settled in a contentment pattern.
NOT THIS ONE.<<
He pointed at the bound Amazon Princess.
I WILL HAVE THIS ONE MYSELF. FOR NOW.<<
They used hand gestures to communicate. Sometimes the simplest methods were best.
Can you do it?
Strange technology. Much different from New Genesis or Apokolips. Mother Box-
Can you do it?
Twenty more minutes.
PART FIVE: MISDIRECTION
In the fields outside Khandaq's capitol, Black Adam rose and looked up, confused. He bled copiously, and pain coursed unfettered through his body. He had no strength left to defend his country or his life, and his attackers could have easily claimed both.
Why had they gone away, sparing him and his people?
"They are gone? Not invisible, but gone?"
Doctor Fate nodded, the anhk-shaped casting fading. His power detected no more Martians.
After a moment of dazed disbelief, other members of the Justice Society slowly stood down, breaking ranks wearily. They were the last line defending Washington from a concerted Martian attack. The elite government anti-meta troops had been massacred hours before, and when Alan Scott and his daughter Jade had fallen, their wills exhausted, all had seemed lost.
But suddenly, the enemy had vanished.
"Gone," Atom-Smasher echoed. The towering giant breathed out loudly as he fell to his knees.
Hourman frowned. "For now."
Blood-speckled and holding one injured leg contracted against the body, Krypto still flew about, puzzled by the sudden retreat of the strange creatures he had been fighting.
The dog's acute senses went into overdrive. He had not found his master yet. He had to find his master; help his master.
After a moment of doubt, Krypto barked and flew up, towards the silvery orb in the night sky.
LEAVE US.<<
The other Martians obeyed and left the room.
WAKE UP, PRINCESS.<<
Protex held the still dazed Wonder Woman before him, and grabbing her lower face from behind, he forced her to face the figure bound in the room's center.
WAKE UP!<<
Diana automatically tried to free herself, but Protex held her powerfully and she was restrained by thick, complex fetters around her wrists. She grimaced and willed her eyes to focus.
LOOK AT IT, DIANA. AT YOUR 'DEAR FRIEND'. THE ONE YOU WOULD HAVE GIVEN YOURSELF TO.<<
The large nude figure held by multiple devices writhed continually, as if in unbearable pain. The green skin rippled, and the flesh underneath pulsed and stretched. Dozens of glowing spikes were stuck into the swollen head and trembling body, and the pulses emanated from each one in complex, accelerating patterns.
Diana stared in disbelief. "J'onn?"
The head's features remained those of the green Martian hero she knew, but the contorting body was mostly female, with long, feminine limbs, wide, womanly hips, narrow waist, and oversized breasts that jostled with each toss and turn. The only remaining male trait was the small, wrinkled nub of a penis at the groin, which shrank and withered even as she looked, while tissues below showed the recognizable folds of labia.
YOU WOULD SPURN ME FOR THAT, DIANA? FOR THAT WEAK, LOWLY GREENER THAT I CAN SO EASILY TURN TO MY WILL? WOULD YOU WANT TO SEE HOW IT BECOMES MY SLAVE, MY TOY? THAT IS ALL A GREENER IS WORTHY OF!"
Protex threw Diana to a side with a telepathic laugh of disdain.
YOUR DEAR GREENER'S IMPOTENT WILL IS BEING OBLITERATED BEFORE YOU, AS HE BECOMES A MINDLESS FEMALE, AN EMPTY VESSEL TO BE BRED BY ANY AND ALL OF MY WARRIORS!<<
"No, no," Diana muttered, trying to rise to her feet.
MAYBE YOU WANT TO SEE IT HAPPEN? WILL YOU LIKE THAT?<<
A monstrous penis started to grow from Protex's groin, as the lower mechanical restrains began to spread both of J'onn J'onzz's legs apart.
Barda shook her head, and opened her eyes.
A dozen of the chalk-white creatures surrounded her, hideous and menacing like the worst products from Granny's pens. She strained against her bounds, but the heavy energy-field-reinforced constructs held even against her strength.
Her helmet was gone. Her armor was gone.
She scowled at her captors.
"You'd better really know what you are doing."
And they can only grow two of these?<<
The Martian ran a sharp claw along the white fabric of the blond woman's top, tearing easily through the highly resistant fabric and freeing her large round breasts, their movement slowed in the low lunar gravity.
Another one grabbed the firm flesh and squeezed with power that would have made normal human flesh rupture.
She makes it up with size.<<
A third one moved between her spread legs.
The humans all worry about size. Let us give this one something sizeable to appreciate.<<
The appendage at his groin began to grow and grow, to dimensions that would have unbalanced another humanoid being no matter in what gravity. Others emulated him.
It was done, Mister Miracle signaled.
Batman nodded and extended his hand for the device, while gesturing towards the open hatch.
Mister Miracle shook his head. He pointed towards the escape passage and then to Batman.
"It's my plan," Batman whispered, frowning angrily.
Scott Free smiled. "It's my Mother Box."
"You have a wife, Scott, and-"
"She's very understanding. I will do it. You go."
"If it doesn't work-"
"It will."
"You could get trapped in-"
"I'm never trapped. That's my thing."
"No one has ever escaped the-"
"That's the challenge."
Without Zatanna to shield her, Protex was surely muddling her mind, Diana decided, trying to stand, but she fell back again, unable to control her body.
WATCH CLOSELY, DIANA.<<
Protex aimed the hideously overgrown phallus at its vulnerable target.
WILL YOU BE JEALOUS?<<
Wonder Woman saw her reflection in the polished metal floor, and realized that a glowing spike, like those J'onn bore, was also impaling her forehead.
"No," she muttered.
She was an Amazon. She was an Amazon Princess, Chosen Champion of her People. She would not be held helpless. She would not be controlled. Not now, not ever.
"NO."
Clenching her teeth, Diana jumped at Protex.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Power Girl twisted and shook violently, trying in vain to get free, to escape the multiple hands groping her.
"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF ME!"
The Martians closer to her smiled their hideous toothy smiles, and their bodies started to shift.
BETTER NOW?<<
The question filled her mind, and her mouth opened wide, speechlessly, as every figure surrounding her became a perfect copy of either Captain Marvel or Superman. Each one smiled broadly. Each one was fully naked. And each one had an erection larger than her forearm.
"OH-FUCK!"
Batman crawled slowly through the ventilation ducts, trusting the Dayton-designed psi-dampener in his cowl to shield him.
Because of unforgivable past security breaches in the old satellite headquarters, the Watchtower was designed against all kinds of overt or covert attack. Security systems designed by Henry Irons and Oracle, using hybrid Earth-alien technology, blocked all unsanctioned teleportation, Zeta beams, or boom-tubes from anyone short of the most powerful New Gods, like Highfather, Metron or Darkseid himself, and fail-safes prevented even founding members from introducing any unauthorized weaponry, otherwise they could simply have teleported atomic bombs into the complex. Only the intangible Martians could have broken in, turning all their precautions against the League.
But weapons could not be brought in, the Watchtower itself could become a weapon.
Batman remained uneasy about letting Scott implement the plan, but for things to work now, maybe they did need a Miracle.
Suddenly the duct before him was cut asunder by a beam of red light, and Batman fell to the corridor, barely twisting in time to land on bent legs and arms.
"We remember your smell, human."
The largest of the four Martians spoke English with a mocking tone.
Batman reached for the torch at his belt, but it was slapped away before he could even blink. His whole utility belt was ripped off in an instant.
"We underestimated you once, human scum."
They took shapes he remembered, those of members of the false group of alien heroes called the Hyperclan. Batman had once taken these ones down in hand-to-hand, helped by fire, which had then weakened their powers.
He had no fire now.
"-But not again."
All except Batman smiled.
Protex slammed Wonder Woman hard against the metal floor. Grabbing her hair, he roughly pulled her face up, close to where his quivering phallus approached J'onn J'onn's changing genitalia.
YOU WILL SEE THIS.<<
Diana could see that under J'onn's vanishing penis was what seemed to be a fully formed vagina.
YOU WILL-<<
Protex howled both vocally and telepathically, and spastically threw Diana away.
Wonder Woman had rammed her head forward at Protex's loins. No vulnerable scrotum had been visible, but as her forehead struck the base of his oversized penis, the protruding spike of solidified psychic energy in her brow had pierced Protex as well.
Protex fell to his oddly-bending knees, gasping and cursing in awful mental-patterns.
The alarms sounded then.
WARLORD!<<
WHAT?<< Protex replied, barely cohering his thoughts through the intense pain and overwhelming rage.
THE CORE IS COMPROMISED!<<
WHAT CORE?<<
Krypto approached the place, and again it attacked him, with searing lights and unseen walls. But it had not stopped him before.
Batman smiled at the surprised Martians.
"A singularity reaction core," he said. "If it blows, even intangibility won't save you."
"SINGULARITY?"
"Kryptonian technology. Contained miniature black hole. You can try to escape."
The Martians mindspoke for a few seconds, and then all turned back towards the dark-garbed man.
"Do not care. Protex will fix it. We will fix you."
EVERYONE! GO THERE! STABILIZE THE CORE!<<
HOW?<<
USE YOUR MINDS!<<
Krypto flew through the reinforced wall, ignoring the decompression alarms adding to the already present noise.
He caught the scent of his Master, and turned to follow it, but then he sensed other sets of familiar smells.
Mister Miracle stood calmly before the core of the Watchtower's power reactor, ignoring the surrounding flashing lights and howling sirens, focusing on the soft pinging of Mother Box to relax. He needed to be in the right state of mind during performances.
Martians began to phase through the walls, and he waved cheerfully at them.
Protex cursed again, and threw the Amazon Princess down, a new glowing spike embedded in her forehead. That would keep her controlled while he took care of things, he decided.
Limping, he left the room.
The Martians all froze for a moment, and then the ones not directly occupied left instantly through walls and floors. Those actively engaged remained still, like pondering whether to continue or not, when suddenly the white dog with the red cape broke into the room, snarling viciously.
"WHAT? AGAIN?" Barda asked in disbelief.
Wonder Woman fought the crippling pain in her mind that denied her the concentration needed to summon her Olympian gifts, that made even thinking a heroic effort. She clumsily tried to grab the spike impaling her head, but her hands slipped off the frictionless energy construct.
With a loud grunt, she suddenly drew her hands apart, shattering the mechanical restrains in a burst of sparks and painful feedback that made her collapse again to the floor, gasping.
She staggered back up to hands and knees, and shook her head again and again. It was no use. She might marshal enough strength to get out, but they would just capture her again. She could not fight like this.
But she was Champion of the Amazons. She would not let this defeat her.
The spike was her foe now. It was a psychic construct. She needed a telepath to remove it.
With utmost effort of will, she looked up, looked up at where J'onn J'onzz was.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ALL! NOT AGAIN! NOT FUCKING AGAIN!"
The Martian went through the wall, without having first dematerialized. His resemblance to Superman faded as he crumbled to the floor.
Power Girl swung another Martian as a bludgeon against the others following, while stepping into the adjoining room.
"YOU?"
"YOU?" Barda echoed.
Krypto lifted his bloody maw away from the throat of a struggling Martian, and barked cheerfully at Power Girl, before jumping at the Martians behind her.
The Martians stood baffled for an instant, staring at the garishly dressed man calmly standing before them. Their minds detected no powers, and the complex devices in his costume did not register as weapons.
"Hi there," Mister Miracle said. "I hope you'll be a good audience."
The one called Armtek grabbed him, while all other Martians set their psycho-kinesis at work on stabilizing the singularity reactor, five dozen mighty minds linked to a common purpose.
Armtek frowned. Somehow there was no way to hold onto this human's mind.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
"I am Mister Miracle."
"WHO-?" The Martian suddenly stopped and smiled. "You, puny man, you are the big female's mate?"
"Ah, you've met Barda?"
Armtek laughed. "Oh, I will! I WILL! AFTER A DOZEN OTHERS HAVE FINISHED FUCKING HER EVERY HOLE!"
"Really? Are you recording it?"
Diana grabbed onto the long, smooth legs and pulled herself up, seeking surer footing. Her face came inches away from J'onn's loins. Except for the now diminutive penis, it looked fully like a female vagina.
Diana fought to focus. The forced transformation was programmed to also destroy J'onn's mind. Protex said that. She could not let it happen. She had to stop the change. She had to get J'onn back.
Wasting no further time, she took the shrinking green phallus into her mouth.
"Couldn't get free? Or didn't want to?"
Barda cursed a reply in gutter Apokolipsian. Smiling, Power Girl grabbed added her strength to Barda's and the restrains shattered easily.
Barda stood up and punched a Martian so hard its face caved in comically. Krypto and another Martian flew past, locked in furious struggle, while the dog's heat vision swept wildly about.
"You freed yourself alone?"
"Yep." Power Girl nodded, kicking at another foe. "Had enough bad dates already for one lifetime."
Barda laughed, wrestling with a shape-shifting enemy. "I think I like you, Little One."
"Little One my ass. You owe me."
It stopped shrinking.
It started to grow.
Diana sucked harder.
The Martian lifted Batman by the throat. His attempts at escape or combat had only amused them.
"Beg for mercy, human. Beg, and maybe we will kill you faster."
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?<<
The surprised Martians turned to see Protex approach, his lower limbs held oddly.
I TOLD EVERYONE TO GO STABILIZE THE CORE!<<
It is the one they called Batman!<<
WHO?<<
BATMAN! THE ONE WHO-<<
I KNOW! I KNOW!<< Protex flew past them. >>JUST KILL HIM AND BE DONE WITH IT!<<
"WHAT?"
"I would really appreciate a copy," Scott explained. "Some extra spice helps keep the marriage healthy."
ALL YOU GO! I WILL STAY AND KILL HIM!<<
NO! I WANT TO KILL HIM MYSELF! DON'T DARE DO IT!<<
WE ALL DO! DON'T ANYONE DARE IT!<<
Batman gurgled weakly.
It had grown.
Grown a lot.
She had trouble fitting it in her mouth, now.
She shook her head, gasping for breath. She had fellated large penises before, but doing it properly was a skill, and she could not focus well enough.
She looked up. J'onn's rampant erection had grown impressively, but the rest of his body retained female traits, very large female traits.
Diana shook her head again. J'onn needed more.
"Joke all you want, human," Armtek hissed, his eyes glowing with ominous energies, while the alarms around them gradually shut off. "But we stopped your little sabotage. The core is stable again now. You, and your kind, have lost."
"Really?"
"Should I kill you now? Or after you watch me fuck your wife?"
"It's all about misdirection, you know."
"WHAT?"
Mother Box pinged loudly, and the Phantom Zone projector connected to the non-emergency lights turned on.
The Martians in all other places of the Watchtower gasped and collapsed as the loud broadcast of sudden, utter panic overwhelmed their minds.
Diana felt J'onn seize momentarily, but she could not afford to lose what concentration she had. She managed to get on top of him, and trusted instinctive behavior to help them both.
Protex grabbed at the nearest wall, his mind reeling with the shock. His mind reached out, and with horror he realized that every single one of his warriors in the core chamber was gone. Only the faintest of mind-echoes were left in their wake.
Fear and relief flooded his whole self. Another few seconds and he would have been in the chamber as well.
He mindscanned the whole lunar complex with furious desperation, and located only a dozen of his kind, in various states of consciousness.
One dozen.
It had to be enough. They were White Martians. One dozen of them could still crush the Earth and its pathetic defenders.
The corridor behind him caved in and he saw a white, spike-covered, pliable body strike the wall limply.
Eleven. Eleven had to be enough.
"PROTEX?"
The short-haired blonde woman, her white costume dirty and shredded all over, stared at him with wide open eyes. She had another unconscious White Martian in her grip.
Ten. Ten had to be enough.
"IT IS YOU, RIGHT?"
"Yes, woman," Protex muttered. He had his native shape, yet she had recognized him. Maybe the humans had some mental powers after all. "How did you-?"
"You bastard. You damn bastard. You can't even remember my fucking NAME?"
Diana gasped with pain. It was big, very big, and she hardly had time to get wet enough.
But she could take it.
She had to.
On his knees, Batman coughed loudly, nursing his bruised throat. The utility belt. It was there, several paces away. So close. So very close.
The Martians were still shaking their head and groaning. Batman hoped it meant Scott had succeeded.
He sprang for the belt.
Protex laughed.
"I remember you, woman. I fucked you. I fucked you again and again. And you surrendered to me, every time. I made you mine. Like I made so many others mine."
"You shit-!"
AND YOU ARE STILL MINE.<<
Protex cast his will at her, claiming his mastery over her, demanding her surrender.
The young blonde staggered backwards. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes shut. Slowly, she looked up, and muttered through gritted teeth: "Say my name."
YOU ARE MINE! MINE!<<
"SAY MY FUCKING NAME!"
YOU ARE MI-!<<
Her fist struck him.
Diana groaned loudly.
She moved faster and faster, up and down, letting her instincts command her body. It still hurt, but it was the right kind of hurt. She could focus on that pain, to fight past the clouds in her head.
With deliberate, barely-understood effort, she kept her hands away from the tempting mammary glands on his chest, focusing only on the connection at their loins, on the intense pain and growing pleasure there, coiling at her core.
His hand closed on nothing.
The utility belt floated up, beyond his reach, borne by invisible psychokinetic forces.
The Martians laughed.
"It won't be that easy, human."
Protex struck back, furious energy from his eyes hitting the easy target of Power Girl's voluminous chest.
She winced, but did not fall. Grunting, she rushed forward, swinging again at him, but her fist found nothing, as he turned immaterial, only to solidify an instant later, to brutally backhand her face.
"OH, J'ONN!"
She had her voice again, and used it for long moans and halting cries of urgent need, as she bounced and shook violently over him, her long hair tossing from side to side in wild abandon, while his green body rearranged itself into its familiar, heavily-muscled configuration. His waist thickened three-fold, long limbs bulged with growing muscles, and soft breasts shifted into rock-hard pectorals. Inside her, his dense phallus seemed to grow even larger, changing textures and contours as much as length and girth, adapting to fill her tight depths to the utmost and beyond, stretching her with exquisite pain and utter, unbearable pleasure.
"J'ONN! YES! OH, GODS! YES!"
For a moment she forgot all about her original intent, her nebulous resolve to save her friend and escape her mental bonds through such an unlikely, desperate act, as her body and soul were consumed with a single need that was somehow echoed and magnified in his, joining both in a glorious moment of shared delight.
"J-O-N-N-N-N!!!!"
And their world suddenly exploded into non-being.
Power Girl's back smashed against a set of thick metal columns, making the Watchtower's whole structure shake from tip to foundations.
Protex laughed mirthlessly.
FOOL! YOU THINK YOURSELF MY MATCH-?<<
Suddenly a new telepathic flash filled Protex's mind: a single, extended instant of pure sheer clarity, of victorious togetherness, a primal shout of happiness unfathomable to the White Martian.
Doctor Fate looked up, surprised, like countless other psychic sensitives did all over the Earth. Under the mystic golden helmet, he lifted one eyebrow.
"It may be the right time to storm the moon," he told the Justice Society.
Sitting up from the couch where she lay, recovering, Zatanna drew her eyes wide open, and let out an awed exclamation.
"Wow!"
Protex stepped back, confused, and failed to avoid Power Girl's next attack.
"Match? Yeah, I did, you bastard. Way back then."
Gritting her teeth, Karen struck at the dazed Martian, again and again, with power enough to make sonic booms race through the vast corridors. As Protex collapsed before her, she wiped at the moisture on the corner of an eye.
"-My damn, fucking mistake."
J'onn J'onzz blinked repeatedly, and placed his hands wide on the twisted floor to lift up his torso. Below him, face up on the wreck of the examination chamber, Wonder Woman gasped weakly, her bright eyes fixed on his, long lashes fluttering gently while her long legs trembled softly, smooth thighs pressed tightly to his sides. Failing to understand at first, J'onn tried to move back, and the delicious wave of powerful sensation instantly emanating from his loins explained everything, to his utter shock.
"We should stop meeting like this, J'onn," Diana whispered breathlessly.
His skin flushed a darker shade of green.
The Martians glanced at each other in confusion.
WHAT WAS THAT?<<
Batman frowned, surprised. Even he had felt something.
WHO CARES. LET'S FINISH THE HUMAN.<<
Seeing the Martian draw back his arm, Batman prepared to go limp, to flow with the impact. He may survive a few more seconds that way.
Suddenly the Martian screeched in pain, as fire burst all over his body.
"What took you so long?" Batman asked, not bothering to look behind him.
"Traffic," Superman replied with a smile.
IT IS OVER.<<
Protex felt the Greener in his mind, and panic spurred him to rise. He could sense his few remaining warriors fleeing in disorder before the released captives, the mind-spikes previously binding their minds now somehow destroyed.
He tried to become invisible and dematerialize, to escape while he could, but the Greener's presence in his head blocked his higher powers.
IT IS OVER.<<
NO!<< He looked up, and met the moist eyes of the blond woman. He could use her, but could not access her mind. If he could only remember her name.
"To think that I-oh, fuck it," she muttered, drawing her fist back.
"Wait!" He shifted, and his elongated face became the golden image of idealized manhood he had once worn. "You love me. You know it. I know it."
She hesitated, as Protex rose to his feet, his whole body reshaping to the image she remembered.
"We can still-"
"Shut up," she muttered, before leaning forward and up to place her lips briefly against his, in a quick kiss. "I did care for you."
She stepped back and punched him.
"Was I stupid or what? You weren't even that great in bed."
"Excuse me," Superman said, flying after the fleeing Martians.
"Fine by me," Batman muttered with a shrug. They were three against Clark, each with all of J'onn's powers, but Batman did not worry. He was Superman, after all.
The remaining Martian was rolling weakly on the floor, trying to extinguish the flames lingering on his skin. Batman calmly picked up his utility belt, walked towards the whimpering alien, and kicked him in the face.
Dark ichor flowed on Protex's face, as he staggered to his knees again.
"WAIT!" he rasped, and his face and body changed again, a spit-curl of dark hair falling over the wide brow of an inoffensively handsome face. "You want him, I know it. I could be him. For you. I-"
Power Girl grimaced with disgust. "Now that's pathetic." Her fist lashed out one last time, and Protex collapsed, unconscious.
Karen stared at the fallen Martian for an instant, and shrugged. "Good fucking riddance."
"Well done."
Karen turned to see Barda approach, placing her armor back on. Krypto limped behind her, wagging his tail.
"Always make them beg in the end," the Apokolipsian warrior added with a smile.
"Yeah, sure."
"It's over up there, too."
"Really?"
"The boys are free. The Kryptonian, Marvel, everyone. And most Martians were thrown into the Phantom Zone-"
"Phantom Zone?"
"My Scott did it, of course," Barda said, her voice obviously full of pride. "Got caught, too, but he'll get out."
"Of the Phantom Zone? But-?"
"He will. That's what he does."
"Well, ok, then," Karen said, not very convinced.
"You can have my cape. It's less tattered than yours."
"Um, yeah, thanks. But you still owe me."
Barda snorted. "We must discuss that."
"Hell, I think you owe Krypto, too."
Barda glanced at the cape-wearing dog, and smiled.
"Maybe I do. And maybe he also owes me."
"So you freed everyone?," Diana asked, while trying to pull her golden-plated bustier back over her still heaving bosom. "As we-"
"I-I'd rather not talk about-"
"Why? Are you-?"
"Please, Princess," J'onn whispered, his eyes lowered, his face flushed a dark green. "I'd rather not."
"But-"
"There is much to do. We must repair the damages, and my twisted... ah, relatives must be confined again-"
Diana lifted one eyebrow. "Of course."
J'onn rasped and continued uneasily; "The admiration and respect I hold for you will-"
"Just one thing, J'onn."
"Uh?"
Diana smiled broadly. "You really looked hot as a girl."
EPILOGUE: LOOSE ENDS
In the royal stateroom, Maxima, Queen of Almerac, walked around irritably, waiting. She had never liked waiting. Why was the Royal Physician late? She hated late. She had never been late before.
"M-My Queen?" the royal physician said weakly, entering by a concealed side door.
"AT LAST! So?"
"Ah... Congratulations, My Queen."
"WHAT?"
"The test is positive, My Queen."
THE END