A bat “saves” the day

With the heroine jumping down from the rooftop, you began to see the specific features of the woman coalesce from the shadows. Or more specifically girl as she was clearly another college-aged crusader. A purple-and-yellow cowl and cape were draped above a lithe torso, gray fabric covering up a respectable set of breasts. More importantly, underneath her utility belt lay an ass that definitely called for attention. She had her tiny hands posed on this rear which, while it was seemingly a little smaller than Harley’s, looked massive on her petite frame. It was a shame then, that this bottom-heavy beauty was seeming so steamed about you.

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“Batma’am warned me about you!” Batgirl declared, starting to close the distance between you two. “She said the scanners picked up a dangerous energy signal heading towards Gotham, and here you are! Already giving cruel and unusual punishment to those who don’t deserve it!” Isn’t Roxy an internationally wanted felon? And she came onto you? Therefore no harm no foul? You don’t voice these concerns though, as this bat’s clearly in a tizzy.

“And here I thought you were buddy-slutty with the bats,” Harley sighed, yourself figuring that, since the universe reset, your previous altercation with the world’s finest (meant in two different ways) never technically happened. “Now listen here B-ma’am junior, we ain’t here to cause too much of a ruckus… well not yet, anyway. But ya can’t take us down for stuff we ain’t even tried ta do yet, so how ‘bout we jus-”

BIFF! POW! KABLAM!

Aaaaand down went Harley. As for you, Batgirl swung a bolo whip around your waist, hoisted you up a building, and sat you roughly against a rooftop access door. “Alright then, let’s see what you got hiding in these pants of yours…” and so, scanner in hand, she rolled down your trousers, revealing your massive shlong, still pulsating pre out its devastating tip. With its heavy balls churning gallons upon gallons of viscous nut-sludge into being, Batgirl hath lain her eyes on the most magnanimous pleasure-stick of all time.

“Ugh, weird. what is that?”

Well that was a new one. Seems something was stopping your raw animal magnetism from reaching this bat-eared babe. You moved your eyes up towards her mask, trying to see wha- oh goddammit she’s wearing fuckin’ nose plugs. They’re blocking out your musk, and there’s probably special lenses or whatever in her cowl to keep any of your other tricks and treats out of her system. Bummer! You better think of a way out of this, especially since she just picked up your dong for inspection, sturdy work gloves preventing even a drip of lust to reach the skin within.

“This thing emits a dangerous level of pheromonetic energy,” the purple knight pontificated, brandishing a bat-lazer-scalpel. “It must be removed from the equation, perhaps studied back at the batcave, along with these two energy caches below. Don’t worry, I’ll try not to cause too much pain.” Despite what she just said, she grasped your nuts tightly, ready to snip them right off. Now this feels cruel and unusual.

But, before the first incision could be made, you felt a familiar wind accost you, and a voice familiar to both of you made itself known.

“Stop right there you hottie-hurting hussy!”

Hearing her own phrasing turned against her, Batgirl looked around to see quite the surprise. It was Supergirl! Still glistening from your earlier encounter, she put down her bindle and quickly blew the scalpel away with her super-breath, causing your junk to feel a strange yet not unpleasant cold front.

“Kar- I mean Supergirl! What are you doing here?” Batgirl, real name Barbra Gordon, asked as Kara grasped her long-time friend’s shoulders, massaging them and causing Barbra to feel good. And like… good good. Like ‘this is getting me hot and bothered’ good.

“It’s simple, bestie! I’m here to help the two most important people in my life,” Kara quickly unzipped her friend’s suit down to her navel, diving her hand down to her unprotected bat-pussy. “Y’see, I’m gonna help my Master invite another girl to his superharem-” she looked you right in the eyes as she said ‘Master’ and started rubbing Barbra’s clit at almost Mach One speeds. “-and I’m gonna help you stop being such a worrywart~”

“Oh! Uh! Ughn! Kara, wait-” Batgirl tried to rebuttal but, despite being half a year older than Supergirl, she clearly couldn’t handle all the pleasure she’s being given. As Kara continues to finger-fuck her clit, Barbra desperately tried to remember any bat-training that could get her out of this… increasingly incredible experience. “I could- *moan* no that was for ninjas… maybe I- *moan* no that one’s sharks, UGH! What am I suppo- *moan* AHH WHY WAS THERE NOTHING IN THE REGIMEN ABOUT YOUR BEST FRIEND TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY! *MOOOAAAN*!”

“Why would there be, Babs?” Kara asked, now peeling the moist jumpsuit off her SBFF (WB). “Why wouldn’t you want me by your side? This way, we won’t have to worry about dating troubles, going to different schools, or even simply being apart at all. We can be sister-sluts forever, and even get the bonus of sharing Master’s ultra-potent fuck-pole! Here, take a whiff!”

And with that, Kara pulled Babs’ nose plugs out, and yanked her cowl off exposing her cute redheaded face and impressionable senses to your pungent dick-log. You watched her eyes dilate, her mind reorganizing itself with the new bombshell information laid upon it; “OMG I GOTTA HAVE THAT COCK!” Barbra went for it and latched onto your dong, sucking like the thickest milkshake Wayne money could buy. She only slightly slowed when she felt Kara sliding up beside her, ravishing the bottom half of your pole while Batgirl took the constantly leaking tip.

The two super-teens really were a perfect team, as your heady fuck-pole was getting the royal treatment. Batgirl was giving it her all, **** on your slab as far down as she could, moaning and drooling all the while. Supergirl meanwhile, really enhanced the experience as she moved down and managed to get both of your virile cumsacks in and out of her waiting maw over and over again. Hmm, guess nut-gargling runs in the bloodline.

“So Babs,” Supergirl managed to say between quick kisses and long licks, her mouth massaging your slowly-tightening balls. “Are you ready for our new master to flood your stomach and brain with his hot baby-batter?” Batgirl nodded rapidly, only adding to your pleasure. “Okie dokie, get ready to forget anything except cum, cum, and CUM!!!”

SPLOOOOOOSHH~ “MMMMMMHHHHH~”

You and Kara watch Babs’ stomach distend past previously known limits, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Yep, she’s out cold,” she surmised, scooping the prone patroller up into her arms. “Don’t fret Master, Supergirl is on the case! I’ll take her home, tell her what mistress Harley told me, maybe fool around with her some more since it is still my birthday, and bring back your new catch good as new! Well, good as lightly used~” And, as Kara flies a busted Batgirl back to her abode, the roof-access door SLAMS open, a clown with a makeshift trash-hammer on the other side.

“OK BRATGIRL, YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR THA- aw what? Did I miss all the fun?” Harley whined, seeing all the excess pussy-and-dick juice on the floor. As you filled her in on the happenings since, you could see the gears turning in that jester hat of hers. “Hmmm, with these two galpals joining, let alone little miss ‘I have a rocket so I’m allowed to steal ya man’ downstairs, we should prolly find a homebase to crash at that’s not… one motorcycle.” She looks to the skyline, spotting a fully glass-encompassed penthouse. “And I think I know just the place.”

You ran after your aunt down the stairs, asking where you were going. “Oh nowhere too special. We’re just gonna stop by and see an old friend~”

TAW: oh yeah; IMPORTANT NOTE, at least for my own sake, no matter what kind of put-downs they’re told or manhandling they’re given, I still like pretty much all of the characters I put in this story. I guess that’s probably obvious since I’m drawing a pin-up of each one that shows up (maybe even multiple, stay tuned), but I just thought I’d make it clear. Especially since some girls coming up are getting mega-thrashed, both physically and character-wise, and it would just seem mean-spirited without saying this lil’ tangent.

TL;DR: no matter what happens to them in this story, I at least respect the concept of all these characters unironically.

That being said, still feel free to comment any characters you’d like to see get mangled by the ol’ MC magnum. You could even give out ideas on how you’d like them to fall from grace and into debatchury.