Inara whooped with delight as she watched the transformed Jimmy Olsen let out a huge roar so loud nearby windows shattered as he came, squeezing Power Girl's milk-engorged breasts roughly while shooting an absurd amount of cum deep inside of the transformed superheroine, much to their mutual delight. The now cow-like heroine half-moaned, half-mooed in a matching thunderous orgasm as he bred her like an animal on a public street, wrapping her legs tightly around his muscular waist.
"Oh, fuck, that's hot! Enjoy nine months of being like this, you-" she began, only for a huge golden ankh sigil to glow in the air nearby.
"Oh, fuck me, is that the Helmet of Fate?" Inara gasped in shock. She then quickly teleported herself away from the source of her fun, suddenly worried about being caught. Seconds later, members of the JSA tumbled through Dr. Fate's magic portal.
"Power Girl, are you- OMIGOD!" Stargirl gasped, turning beet red as she saw the lewd scene in front of her, leaning on her staff for support as her eyes went wide as saucers.
"I fear we may have arrived too late." the unflappable mystic hero known as Dr. Fate announced as the team rushed through the portal and he stared at the transformed duo. "I sense new life. Power Girl is now pregnant and-"
He paused, turning to look at the nearby mailbox where Inara had been sitting and enjoying the fruits of her wicked labors. A frown formed under his helmet. Was there something else-
"Pregnant?" Atom Smasher exclaimed in shock, the noise drawing Fate back to the matter at hand.
"Aw, jeez. She ain't gonna be happy about this!" Wildcat grumbled, awkwardly trying not to stare at the pornographic scene in front of him. "Uh, first things first though, should we try to get them to uh- you know, cover up or something?"
"Mid-Nite, if you please?" Fate responded without missing a beat.
Dr. Mid-Nite nodded, raising a strange gun.
"Luckily, I was able to modify Wesley Dodds old gun and with some assistance from my fellow Doctor, so this should do the trick to calm them down. Put on your masks everyone!"
He fired just as Jimmy Olsen pulled out of Power Girl, his thick cock making an audible pop, then began growling defensively at the group and lifting one massive, meaty fist. A cartridge exploded, covering the duo in glittering green gas. The two took in deep breaths and then collapsed with yawns before falling asleep quickly.
"Atom Smasher, collect them." Fate ordered the giant hero as the two quickly fell asleep.
"Uh, then what?"
"We will take them back to our headquarters where I believe I should be able to undo at least some of the magical aspects of the Pink Kryptonite . . . but the biological damage remains to be seen." Fate said with a tinge of worry in his deep voice. "The physical effects of Pink Kryptonite can be long-lasting, even permanent. It will take both Mid-Nite and I some time to assess the . . . damage."
Luckily for Inara - and unluckily for Barbara Gordon - his attention was quickly diverted as he and the rest of the JSA left the scene.
***
Inara frowned as she teleported next to a sleeping Barbara Gordon and Superman, then sighed in relief when she saw the two of them had fucked each other into a senseless slumber. She was glad Barbie was sleeping - it wouldn't do for that firecrotched killjoy to see her rattled by anything. She did a quick dive into Barbara Gordon's mind and learned that the Helmet of Fate was now used by yet another of the innumerable "superheroes" this world possessed, one that happened to work with that huge boobed blonde tease she'd taught a lesson to just now. "Dr. Fate," how fucking annoying! Inara grimaced at the thought of getting on the radar of the Lords of Order, thorns in her kind's sides since time began. She was powerful enough to warp reality, past and present, but there were still some fights she'd be better off not picking - especially since she'd only wrangled one wish out of Barbie so far.
Of course, getting her to make a wish wasn't everything, Inara thought with a lick of her lips as she drank in the sight before her.
The sight of this world's supposed paragon of truth and justice's handsome form - lying naked and fucked senseless by the supposedly heroic Barbara Gordon? Well, Inara had to admit she'd really outdid herself this time. And the night was young!
She shuddered in a series of sympathetic orgasms as she drank in all of Barbara's memories, unable to suppress a small gasp of pleasure at both the corruption and pleasure of them all. Barbara had given in to her dark side and let a married man fuck her for her own wanton pleasure! It felt so amazing!
"Mmm, yessssss . . ."
Barbara Gordon's transformed body, now a leggy Amazon's, stirred at the sound and her now violet eyes fluttered open.
"Mmm, Superman?" she whispered dreamily, one hand sliding up his barrel chest.
"Afraid he's still sleeping, Barbie! Wow, you wore him out but good!" the ifrit cooed dreamily. "I think that's the first time anyone's actually fucked him so hard he passed out, so good job on-"
"Inara!" Barbara hissed angrily, her tone abruptly turning from the voice of someone waking up to a dream come true into someone living a nightmare, her mixture of dark and red locks flying as she whipped around to glare at her.
"Hey, hey, not so loud! He's got superhearing and I'm sure you don't want to wake him and incur yet another penalty, do you, my sweet little Buttslut?" Inara whispered with a sarcastic little pout of consideration and a finger to her pouty lips as she made a "Shh" gesture. "Tell you what-"
"How's this?" Barbara heard in her head. "Telepathy! If it's good enough for some green thing from another planet-"
"Get out of my head!" Barbara roared back with a thought so furious Inara actually winced. She'd briefly forgotten what an annoyingly strong will and big brain the bitch possessed.
"Ouch, okay! You know, you're awfully pissy for someone who just got to live out one of their biggest fantasies-" she whispered back.
"Not so loud." Barbara signed in ASL as she rolled over onto her left side and off of Superman, fingers flying angrily, then closed her eyes and sighed before opening them again. "What now?"
Inara chuckled inwardly at her intelligent way of not waking the alien stud in her bed. She hated the girl but she really was ever so resourceful and fun!
It was going to make things all the sweeter once she finally broke her.
"Now? Now, you get another choice since I'm feeling generous." she signed back, instantly learning the language from Barbara's own mind.
"What choice?" she signed back before glancing over at Superman's nude form and pulling a white silk blanket over his generous endowment, so as to prevent Inara from continuing to leer happily at the nude Kryptonian. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, our original deal was that you live out two of your own darkest fantasies in exchange for no penalty but I have to say . . . I just LOVE what you've done with him! How you got him to forget his boring little human wife of many years for just a few hours of being balls deep inside your perfect-"
"Get. To. The. Point." Barbara signed so vigorously it was like a serious of rude gestures, interrupting her, even as her formerly blue eyes went deeply guilty and - oh! - to Inara's delight, oh so faintly aroused.
"I'm offering to amend our deal. You can either choose another dark fantasy of your own to follow up like I said OR . . ."
Inara licked her lips and stared at Superman, taking her time as she drank him in with a lingering look up and down, before looking back at a furious Barbara and baiting the trap.
"You can make one of HIS darkest fantasies come true instead! Seems only fair, doesn't it? Since what just what happened was entirely YOUR masturbation session come to life, why shouldn't he get to actually get his own rocks off? Aren't you curious as to what Superman fantasizes about? Don't you think he deserves to enjoy this hall pass we've granted him just as much as you just did?"
This was it. Inara could do more than read Barbara's mind - she could feel her soul. And that pure, virtuous soul of hers? It knew the terms of what was happening, even if she might tell herself comforting lies later. Her new powers - Batslut's powers - were beyond addictive and incredibly powerful. If that perfectly noble Superman fucked her a second time, there was every chance he might become addicted to her . . . and Barbara's razor sharp mind knew it. More importantly, the darkest part of her soul wanted it- no, NEEDED it. If she agreed to this, she'd become a willing participant in not only her own corruption, but the corruption of this handsome, formerly incorruptible bastion of virtue - Superman.
It didn't matter to Inara how she justified it to herself, or even what dark fantasy of Superman's she was about to enable - just that she did it. No matter what she told herself, this would be Barbara Gordon making her first deliberate choice to sin, to corrupt, to seduce someone. The ifrit's pussy throbbed at the mere thought of it but she kept her face carefully bemused, almost neutral, as she waited for Barbara Gordon to make her choice.
To either keep fighting her with everything she possessed or to finally give in and start down the path to becoming fully and irrevocably corrupt.
To become Batslut.
"I . . ." Barbara began before turning away from Inara to look back at Superman. She paused, licking her lips, brow furrowed and thinking hard. She clenched her jaw and made her choice. "I choose . . ."
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