A Midnight Visit

Not much happened after Cyborg returned me to my cell, other than a nurse coming by to deliver a new pair of pants. Diana briefly stopped by to inform me that Power Girl was still sleeping, and Kara had remained distraught since I last saw her, but as she was clearly in 'Wonder Woman' mode, I wasn't sure how safe it was to be completely open with her. Even so, I couldn't help but tell her to let Kara know that I still love her, something Diana was open to do... provided Kara would even be willing to talk to her. That was the best I could hope for, sadly.

While an orbiting space station doesn't really have a true day-night cycle, the Watchtower had a schedule that followed one regardless, something I discovered when the lights in my cell and the hallway outside dimmed significantly. Luckily for me this cycle seemed to line up with my own, as I had been feeling tired around this time, and with nothing better to do I ended up going to bed, hoping that I could get some sleep and that I would have some good news come morning.

However as tired as I was, sleep didn't come. I just laid in bed, tossing and turning to alternate between staring at the wall and ceiling. My stomach was in knots, and the images of Kara crying, of the lust-crazed Power Girl, and the mocking sneer of Luthor all danced in my head. It all felt so hopeless, like no matter what I did I was making the wrong choice and sending my life further into a downwards spiral. I wished I could go back a few months, when it was just me and Kara, and I didn't have to worry about the harem or supervillain attacks or these pheromones. But even if I did get out of here there was no going back to that. Not after this week. I'd be lucky if I ever got to see Kara again... assuming I even deserved to in the first place. She was as much a victim of me as Power Girl was of Luthor, and even though I loved her, it was becoming clear to me that I may not even know the real Supergirl, just the one that was brainwashed to do anything to make me happy. Knowing that, could I in good conscience stay with her? Could I bring myself to look her in those beautiful blue eyes ever again, knowing that the devotion they held was all a chemically-induced lie?

The answer should have been obvious, at least from a moral standpoint. And yet... I was already at the point where I couldn't imagine the rest of my life without her by my side. How was I going to bring myself to break things off? Was I even strong enough to do it?

My thoughts were interrupted by a growing pressure in my bladder. With a groan, I rolled out of bed and made my way to the small partitioned corner where the bathroom area was. Behind the opaque glass walls meant to block me off from any passing onlookers, I took a piss, washed my hands, and exited the stall... only to gasp at the sight that greeted me.

Kara was hovering in the center of my cell, her cape billowing slightly behind her as she wrung her hands nervously. Seeing the shocked look on my face, she gave me a small smile and said, "H-Hi Charlie..."

"Kara?" I quickly walked up to her, "What are you doing in here?"

Kara cocked her head, "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to see you."

"I mean, how did you get out of your cell?" I asked.

"Wonder Woman let me out," she said quietly, lowering herself to stand on the ground in front of me, "She thought the two of us could use some quality time together..."

"She did?" I asked, looking over her shoulder at the empty hallway on the other side of the glass, "Where is she? Is she sure it's okay for us to-"

Kara put her finger to my lips to silence me, "Sssssshh... it's okay. She's making sure we don't get picked up by surveillance. And the night shift schedule doesn't have anyone coming through here for the next hour. Trust me, everything is fine."

She pulled her finger away, and when I opened my mouth to speak again, she swiftly cupped my head in her hands and started kissing me. I didn't even try to stop her at first; despite the guilt I had been feeling for the past several hours, I wanted this just as much as she did. But after kissing her for a few seconds, it felt... wrong. When our lips finally separated I told her, "Kara I... we can't do this. You... you aren't yourself. I don't think you were ever..."

"Charlie, don't," Kara whimpered, giving me a pitiful pout, "I just want to be with you right now. Can we forget about all that pheromone stuff, if only for tonight? ...Please?"

I should've said no and made her leave.

But...

...Goddammit. I can't say no to Kara again. Especially not when she's making that face.

"Okay... Kara, I'm so hap-"

I was interrupted by another kiss, far more forceful than the last, and this time I gave into it completely, wrapping my arms around her waist in a hug. Kara mirrored the action, and I felt my feet leave the ground as I was lifted up into the air. Still making out, I was carried over to the bed and reoriented so that she would be lowering herself down onto the mattress with my body above hers.

As we landed, she pushed me away from her lips and said, "Get those pant off and stick your nice thick cock in me. I need it."

Not one to keep my lady waiting, I flipped up her skirt to reveal that she had apparently already ditched her panties, putting her wet pussy on full display. I began to pull down my pants, when I noticed something that made me pause.

"What is it?" Kara asked.

"Your... your crotch is completely shaved."

"Oh..." She was quiet for a brief moment, then asked, "D-Do you like it? I thought you would like it better if-"

"You're not Kara."

She frowned, looking at me with a mix of annoyance and confusion as she asked, "What, because I shaved myself down there I'm suddenly not me? Charlie, what are you talking about?"

"I've seen Kara when she's trying to shave her crotch," I said, getting off of her and standing up next to the bed, "She has to use her heat vision, and every time she gets nervous that she's going to burn herself if she goes too close. Her anxiety about it normally is so bad I'm surprised she's even able to trim down there, so there's no way she would be comfortable enough to try a full shave while in a prison cell after everything she's been going through."

She stared at me for a long time, then sighed and said, "Drat... well, it was a 50/50 shot of guessing right."

I watched as her hair shortened and reddened, her skin turned green, and her costume morphed into the black bodysuit with the red X across it that I had seen only a few hours previously.

"I'm sorry for deceiving you like that," Miss Martian said, "I just needed you so bad... I was going to tell you afterwards, honest, but I figured you'd like the chance to have a night with Kara again..."

"I'd rather be with the real Kara though," I said to her. I then asked, "How much do you know?"

"Wonder Woman explained things to me once we were back in my room," she answered, "She said that your pheromones affect any woman that isn't human, and that I was going to be part of your harem soon. That she had gone through the same thing I was going through already, and that the only way to not end up like Power Girl was to have sex with you..."

"Yeah, that's basically the gist of it," I said, "So I'm guessing you and her set this up?"

"Um..." she looked down at the floor, "Just me, actually. Wonder Woman wanted to wait a day or two to plan things out, but I couldn't wait that long. So I did this on my own."

Glancing back up and seeing the concern on my face, she was quick to add, "D-Don't worry though! I still took every precaution. I took care of surveillance and anyone who might come through before coming here. Probably better than Wonder Woman actually could've herself... shapeshifting and psychic powers really help with that sort of subterfuge work, after all. Point is, we won't get caught."

I wasn't exactly thrilled to hear about the lengths the Martian girl went to arrange this, but at the same time I had been expecting her to make a move on me eventually. And it wasn't like I wanted her to end up in the same lust-crazed state that Power Girl was in either. So somewhat reluctantly I told her, "Okay, fine. But I want to have sex with you in your real form, not pretending to be Kara."

Miss Martian actually looked nervous at this proposition, and was quick to say, "Are you sure? I could be anyone, even girls your pheromones wouldn't be able to affect. I bet you've had fantasies about Babs..."

Her red hair lengthened, her skin became pale and freckled, and her clothing disappeared entirely, leaving me facing a naked Barbara within only a few seconds. When she spoke next, even her voice sounded like Barbara's, "I could be her for you... or how about Black Canary?"

Her body shifted again, noticeably growing several inches as her hair went blonde and her chest and hips filled out a bit, "Her ass is super firm... want to give it a squeeze?"

"M-Miss Martian, I-"

"Not interested?" she interrupted, "Maybe you're more of a boob guy. How about Zatanna then?"

Her hair darkened, and her breasts grew even more. Leaning forward and shaking them in front of my face, she continued in the magician's voice, "She's got some really good tits... go ahead and cop a feel. Seriously, when else are you going to get a chance to-"

"Look," I snapped, "What I want right now is you. The real you. If I want you to pretend to be someone else, I'll tell you. Got it?"

Miss Martian frowned as she changed back to her original appearance and she said quietly, "Um, about that... I'm not sure that would be enjoyable for you."

"Why not?" I asked, "You look pretty cute to me."

She blushed, then said, "That's nice of you to say, but... this isn't the real me either. My uncle and I use these forms to fit in with humans and keep from scaring them. If we stayed in our original forms, we would look far more alien... well, to you anyways."

This threw me for a loop, but in hindsight it made sense that not every alien would look as human as Kryptonians, and a shapeshifting race would adapt their appearance for their environment. Still, that raised the question...

"How alien are you talking about here?"

"Alien enough that we probably aren't sexually compatible," she admitted, "And that if you saw it, you'd probably be turned off. If you still want to see it I'll show you, but..."

"No, that's okay," I said, "If you're that uncomfortable showing me what you really look like, you can stay like this."

Miss Martian gave me a smile, "Thank you Charlie. Now, enough talk. I've got a cock to suck."

"Suck?" I asked, "Weren't you about to do something more, er, intimate with me?"

"That was when I was pretending to be Kara," she explained as she reached for the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down, "But now that you know it's me, and more importantly what I can do, I have a better idea. Trust me, you're gonna enjoy this..."

As the waistband cleared my crotch and my stiffening rod popped into view, Miss Martian licked her lips and added, "...though maybe not as much as I will. That is one delicious-looking cock."

"Thanks?" I said awkwardly, somewhat taken aback by the compliment. Before I could say any more, Miss Martian put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to sit down on the bed. Then she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around my shaft.

At first, what she was giving me felt like a regular blowjob, pleasurable but nothing special. But after a few exploratory slurps and teasing me with her tongue to get me nice and hard, she plunged herself completely onto my cock, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Then, to my shock, I heard her voice echo loudly in my head, Hold still.

"Whoa, was that... is that you?"

Yes. It's easier to communicate telepathically while I have your meat in my mouth. Now seriously, hold still.

"Why? What are you...?" I started to ask, but my question was lost by what was perhaps the oddest sensation I had ever felt around my genitals, despite Miss Martian herself not moving an inch. The erratic combination of pulsing, sucking, squeezing, and even vibrating was jarring at first, but became both less random and more pleasurable as it went on. It was hard to follow Miss Martian's order to hold still under this sensory ****, but I managed to keep my squirming to a minimum. Just as I felt I wouldn't be able to hold still (or hold my load) anymore, all of the sensations died down at once.

For several seconds everything was still, which also gave my arousal a chance to wane a little. I was about to ask what she was doing when Miss Martian started bobbing her head again, and my mind was blown.

Though her movements were the same as before, no longer was the Martian giving me a vanilla blowjob. Hell, I was hard pressed to even call what was happening in my lap a blowjob anymore. It felt like I was pumping in and out of the perfect wet hole, one made especially for me. The pleasure was all-consuming, and before I knew what I was doing, my hands were grabbing her red tresses and I began aggressively face-fucking Miss Martian. Judging from the pleasurable squeals she was letting out as I did this, she was enjoying the experience as much as I was.

All too soon, I felt my balls tense up, and with a final thrust I pushed my dick as far into her mouth as I could and unloaded. Miss Martian's whole body jerked and spasmed as I came in her, and I felt the hole in her face close around my shaft and squeeze, enhancing the pleasure further as it did its best to milk every last drop of sperm from my cock. Once I was finally done cumming, Miss Martian slowly pulled herself free of me with a slimy 'pop' and shuffle backwards a little. I was about to compliment her for what was perhaps the best blowjob of my life, but as I looked down at her face I couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Miss Martian's mouth and nose were completely gone. In their place, around where her mouth should have been, was a vertical slit, framed by visible green labia and topped with a small hard nub.

"You... your face is a vagina!" I stammered, "I, I mean you have a pussy on your face! You..."

Miss Martian's eyes widened upon seeing my shock, and her face-pussy lips trembled as she let out a gurgling sound, my sperm dribbling out of the gash in her face. A second later I heard her voice in my head again, I'm sorry! I thought you were liking it! I didn't mean to scare you, or gross you out!

"Oh, no! No, you aren't!" I said reassuringly, "And I was liking it, a lot! It felt great! It's just..."

Weird? she asked as her fingers scooped up the errant cum she was drooling out of her face.

"Shocking," I said, "I never knew your shapeshifting could do that. Was that... is that what a Martian pussy feels like?"

Of course not, she said while pushing my cum back into her mouth by hand, Again, we aren't even sexually compatible. No, this is the perfect human vagina. Well, technically just the perfect pleasure hole for you, but for me there's no longer a difference between the two.

"The perfect..." I mumbled, my brain too busy processing the disconnect between how crystal clear her 'voice' sounded and the sight of the girl in front of me with half a forearm down her own 'throat'.

I used a combination of my telepathy and my own physical probing to mold this hole in order to maximize your pleasure. From how lubricated it is, to every bump and fold along the inside, and even the texture of the flesh. Every detail I could think of to make this 'pussy on my face' perfectly tuned for your enjoyment... and mine too, of course.

She pulled her arm back out of her new mouth, and shuddered again as she seemed to have what I could only describe as a face orgasm, Ooooooh fuuuuuuuuuck! I think I overdid it with the sensitivity...

The face pussy rippled and twisted on her face, and only a moment or two later she was back to having a regular nose and mouth. With a small smirk, she then said, "The only bad thing about it is that I might've forever ruined regular sex for you."

"Oh... yeah, you might've," I said with a slight frown, thinking about how anything I experienced in the past could compare to the raw pleasure I just experienced. Though that train of thought ended up falling to the wayside in the face of a more somber one. "Then again, given my current situation, I'll be lucky if I ever have regular sex with anyone ever again."

Miss Martian stood up and stroked my cheek, a concerned look on her face, "Don't worry about that. Wonder Woman and I are working on a way to get everyone out of here. You just need to hold on a little bit longer."

"You are?" I asked, "What-"

Miss Martian's inhaled sharply and swiftly clamped a hand over my mouth to silence me. Telepathically she said, Hush. Someone's coming!

What? I looked around, but I couldn't see or hear anything.

Of course you can't. I only know because I've been scanning for mental presences other than our own.

Wait, are you reading my thoughts?

Sorry, but I don't want to risk being overheard by... Aquaman? Huh, why is he up here this late? ...Doesn't matter, I should go in case he decides to pay you a visit.

She pulled her hand back and stepped away from the bed. Pretend to be asleep for now. I'll make sure my other countermeasures to avoid detection are still in place. Not that I think Aquaman would know how to counter them on his own, but better safe than sorry.

Okay, I thought towards her... or at least tried to, seeing as how I wasn't sure if what I was doing was actually working, Are you going to come back?

I better not risk it, she responded, But I'll keep the link between us open for a little longer so I'll know if something bad happens on your end, and check in on you again when I'm done.

Miss Martian's entire body went translucent and she swiftly phased through the floor, leaving behind no trace of her presence. That explains how she got in.

Quickly I pulled up my pants and crawled under the blanket of the bed. Only a few seconds after I got settled, I heard the faint sound of a door out in the hall opening. I did my best to pretend I was asleep, unsure of whether whoever had entered was coming closer or not due to being unable to hear much beyond the thick glass wall of my cell, and the hammering of my own heart in my ears.

Eventually, and perhaps somewhat foolishly, I partially opened one eye to try and peek at what was outside my cell, only to see a male figure looming just outside the cell, cloaked in shadow and with trident in hand. It was too dark for me to see his face, or tell whether he could see that I was awake or not, but even so I knew that he was staring right at me. Eventually, he turned without saying a word and walked away, and back out into the main hall.

A minute or so later, I got another telepathic message from Miss Martian, Alright, everything seems to be okay as far as I can tell, but just to be safe I'm going to do my best to keep my distance the rest of the night. Things are okay up there, right?

Yeah... I think. Aquaman came by, but he didn't do anything but look at me, so we're good. Maybe. I hope.

I'm sure its fine. I'd have been more worried if it was Uncle J'onn, or Batman, or even Cyborg. They might have figured out something was amiss... oh Charlie, I'm so sorry, I should have listened to Wonder Woman. I put you and the rest of the harem in danger with my stupid cock-crazy plan. I promise you, I'll never do something that risky again.

It's okay, I thought, doing my best to mask my own anxiety about the situation, I know by now it's not easy to fight against my pheromones. At least you didn't go 'cock-crazy' in front of the League.

I heard a soft giggle, followed by, Yeah, that would've been awful. I'm just happy to finally feel clearheaded again, at least for now. Anyway, I should probably let you get some sleep. You must be exhausted by now.

Well yeah, but it wasn't like I was having much luck falling asleep before you showed up.

I could fix that for you. If you want me to, of course. As simple and relatively unintrusive as it would be, I don't want to do that sort of thing to your mind without your permission.

You could? I thought about it briefly, then decided, What the heck, you're in here anyway, and I'm not gonna sleep otherwise, so might as well give it a shot.

Alright then. Sleep, Charlie.

Instantly, my already present exhaustion surged through my body and overwhelmed the feelings of anxiety, dread, and guilt that had been keeping me awake up to this point, and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing I 'heard' before finally drifting off to sleep was Miss Martian's voice softly telling me, Sweet dreams.